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vganimefanatic · 2 years

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Why Harfoots Don't Make Any Sense (and thus I hate them)

(I originally wrote this as a reply/reblog to another post before posting it here)

I don't hate the Harfoots in RoP because of the actors who play them, I hate them because they make no sense. Allow me to elaborate on what I mean by that.

1. Harfoots are supposed to be nomads but their behaviour and lifestyle are contradictory to this. Nomads would not dress the way Harfoots do because nomad clothing has to offer protection/travelling durability. Most nomads would not have written knowledge on paper but would have either oral lore which were memorised or records on things such as wood, animal bones or even weaving. Nomads also do not farm vegetables (which is something Hobbits are known for) although they do herd animals because veggies can't uproot themselves and continue growing on the road when the tribe moves (there is a such thing as nomadic farmers who have several areas they plant crops at. These type of farmers cycle through these areas in turn so the land will have sufficient time to rest/recover its nutrients but the Harfoots seem quite different). The show writers made the Harfoots nomads but didn't know how to make it so their descendants ended up being pipeweed loving farmers so they just said the Harfoots were nomads and left it at that. This is F-tier writing and effort on the show writers' part. I find their portrayal of the Harfoots being 'nomads' laughable as my own Hakka Chinese ancestors were nomadic prior to becoming hillside farmers.

2. The Harfoot's physical appearances are vastly differing from one another despite being from one tribe. There is no in-show explanation for this. This wouldn't be an issue if the show writers had bothered to make the Harfoots consist of sub-tribes who roamed different territories and only met up as one big tribe during summer or winter time. The different environment that each sub-tribe were exposed to would cause the Harfoots as a whole to evolve into a people with a large range of skin/eye/hair colour. A perfectly logical explanation right? Too bad the show writers didn't give a rat's arse about logical explanations.

3. Harfoots having a large role in RoP breaks Tolkien's lore. Hobbits (in this case their ancestors) did not do anything noteworthy during this Age and merely kept to themselves. I don't know about you but dealing with a meteor who turned out to be a man with magic powers that other people saw fall from the sky seems pretty attention attracting to me. The show-writers could have written in a Harfoot who, either because they were exiled or got accidentally seperated from the rest of the tribe, is forced to venture out into the world alone. People would mistake them for a human or dwarf child and the Harfoot, not wanting to expose/endanger their tribe, would just roll along with this mistaken assumption and it's only when they come across someone they trust do they reveal they are a Harfoot. All of this could happen without breaking Tolkien's beautifully crafted narrative. Alas, the show writers couldn't be bothered to read his books so they just went 'screw canon!' and wrote whatever they wanted.

4. Harfoots shouldn't be called Harfoots as the Harfoots are actually a type of Hobbit (the other two were the Stoors and Fallohides). As RoP took place before the Third Age and before the Rohirrim befriended them it's entirely possible they had an entirely different race name or none at all (as in they just consider themselves Regular-sized Folk, and men and elves as Big Folk). The show writers could have invented an entirely new name for Hobbits and actually justify their decision to do so. Instead, they chose Harfoot, the name of one type of Hobbit, and claimed that Harfoots were the ancestors of all Hobbits.

TLDR; Amazon didn't put any real effort or thought in making the Harfoots a believable people which is why the Harfoots suck and I don't like them.

#tolkien #lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #rings of power #rop #token representation is not representation #i will stand on this hill til the day i die #amazon is trying to play the all haters are racist card #nice try amazon #you aren't going to gaslight me into thinking this show is good #never in all my years did i think there would be a day i would dislike hobbits #but here we are and it's a crying shame #bad storytelling #bad worldbuilding #bad writing #harfoot #harfoots

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fettuccinealfred0 · 5 months

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Til Death Do Us Part | Part 1

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Astarion x f!reader, Arranged Marriage AU

Word Count: 6.5k

(CW: general vampirism, period typical sexism, neglectful parenting)

Summary:

“I must thank you for your company. I fear you have been the highlight of my night.” Astarion gives your hand an affectionate squeeze before he’s dropped it and disappeared into the night.

You stand there for a moment, dazed and coming back to your senses. Your skin is still flushed and hot as you imagine again what Astarion’s lips might have felt like against the back of your hand. Or perhaps pressed against your own? You think of Astarion and his sweet words and beautiful face. Perhaps it was possible to marry for love, after all. Perhaps Astarion would be your saving grace. For who couldn't resist ending the night in love with that man?

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The carriage creaks and groans as it makes its way up the hill. You feel the stern eyes of your father pressing into you like a heavy weight, a reminder not to forget the importance of the night, a reminder to know your place, girl.

Your entrance into society had been underwhelming, to say the least, and you could rapidly feel your father reaching a point of resentment that he still hadn’t been able to marry you off. Being the youngest daughter and with your mother passing when you were a young girl, you were simply a loose end that your father needed to tie off before he could go back to doing whatever it was noble men liked to do in their free time. You always assumed it was a lot of drinking and hunting.

You didn’t particularly want to be married, so you hadn’t really been entertaining suitors. What was the point of shackling yourself to someone if not for love? What was the point of allowing a man to own you and control you? You’d much rather spend your time alone with a little house, to garden and read as you please.

But, an unmarried woman is a dangerous woman, and that cannot be allowed.

So, you were in the carriage, attempting not to shrink under your father’s gaze as you headed off to a ball that seemed to be a last ditch effort to see you married. You stare down at your dress, instead, intently studying the shimmery embroidery and beadwork. It truly was a stunning dress, perhaps the nicest you had ever owned. The corset was pushing so hard at your chest that your bosom threatened to spill out of the top. You were not an arrogant or boastful person, but even you had to admit that you were breathtaking when you saw yourself in the mirror. A ripe fruit ready to be plucked by a husband, as your father had said.

The carriage rolls to a stop and you would prefer to jump out and take in a deep gulp of air to calm your nerves. But, you must always remember your manners first and so you patiently wait for the door to open and the escort’s hand to assist you down from the carriage.

The manor is fantastical, beyond even your wildest dreams. The entryway is full of candles in gold and gem encrusted candelabras, flowers blooming everywhere you look. The brilliant red and white roses fill the summer air with a sweet, perfumed scent. The House of Ancunin was always known for their opulence and it appears the newest young lord plans to continue the family legacy.

The Ancunins had been around for generations, their secrets and mysteries kept locked away in their manor on the hill, doors only opening for the occasional, extravagant party. It had been a long time since a ball had been hosted at the manor. For many years, it appeared that the noble family line had threatened to die off and fade into obscurity.

But recently, the new Lord Ancunin had made his presence known and celebrated his arrival into society. There were rumors that he was a bastard or that he had bought his title as the last ‘real’ Ancunin had died off. But nevertheless, this was the first time the manor doors would be open to the public again since the days of your grandparents- and everyone will be flaunting their wealth tonight like desperate peacocks.

You try to keep your mouth from falling open as you gawk at the ornate entryway, littered with art that it would take hours to fully appreciate. You would rather stop and admire, but your father rushes you into the ballroom. You’ve been reminded again and again what your job is for tonight- to dance and flirt and stop chasing nice men away.

The ballroom, with its giant windows and chandeliers seemingly floating in the air stuns you when you walk in. You’re immediately swept onto the dance floor as the orchestra swells in a symphony of music. You catch the way your beaded skirt reflects the light in the mirror as you twirl and for a moment, you’re stunned when you see yourself. You look radiant. Perhaps the only person in attendance who seems to match the grandeur of the ballroom.

Your first dance partner is dull, to say the least. And the next speaks only of himself, hardly paying any attention to you. You catch a break every now and then with a man who is at least light on his feet, but your night seems to be doomed to a vicious cycle. Dull and selfish, dull and selfish.

As you continue to lament in your head, you’re glided into the arms of a new partner. It takes a minute to pull yourself back to reality. You had expected yet another brainless Sergeant regaling you with stories of his military prowess that you would be forced to pretend to listen to. When instead, you’re met with silence, you finally turn to look up at your new partner.

Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your heartbeat quicken dangerously. The man’s stunning eyes quickly dart down to your throat before returning to your face. Or perhaps he was looking at your cleavage? He certainly wouldn’t be the first man tonight to fall victim to the wonders of corsetry. And was it just a trick of the light, or are his eyes red?

This man is undeniably the most beautiful person you have ever seen. The light from the room catches against the white curls meticulously framing his face, creating a halo. It seems impossible that this apparition might be human and not some hallucination conjured up in your boredom.

“Forgive me for intruding,” he says, in a sweet, melodic voice that seems to lilt in time with the music. “But I could no longer endure your absence from my arms.”

You’ve somehow managed to keep in step while you’ve been waxing poetry in your head about the stranger in front of you. Perhaps it was a testament to the many years of dancing that were drilled into you growing up, or perhaps it was because this angel was so good at leading you. But your footsteps do falter at his words, only a step or two before he’s guided you back on track. He’s still looking at you expectantly and you remember that you need to talk, that you can’t just keep staring at him in awe.

“Well, now that you’ve caught me, what do you plan to do with me?” You sound ridiculous, you think. Voice timid and tapering off a bit at the end from nerves. This is not who you are, some silly girl, driven half-mad the first time you’re given attention by a man.

But the man looks down at you through his pale lashes, eyes deep and dark with hunger and you think you might drop to the floor and weep and beg for him. A part of you wants to offer up your neck so he can rip your throat open with his teeth.

His voice is low and dangerous, like a predator, and it fills your stomach with a warmth that spreads through your veins. “Darling, I plan on never letting you go again. They’ll have to tear you away from me at the end of the night.”

You can’t quite remember when your throat got so dry, but a breathless, strangled sigh involuntarily leaves you at his words.

“Nor would I want to be anywhere else,” you manage to squeak out and the satisfied smirk that spreads across his face is worth it.

The music swells again, the song coming to an end and you dip as the dance requires. The man bends with you and you feel his breath against your neck. He must be nervous, too, you think because his breath comes out as sharp puffs of air. Deep in your mind, a part of you wishes that he would close the gap and his luscious mouth would make contact with the delicate skin of your neck. You have to remind yourself that would be ridiculous and improper in the middle of a dancefloor.

You stay dipped in his arms for a few seconds longer than necessary, much longer than what is considered appropriate in polite society. Your eyes fall closed and you feel your tongue wet your lips as he breathes against your neck. You savor that moment, locking it away in a secluded part of your mind so you can relive it forever. All too quickly, you’ve been lifted upright again and twirled on your feet.

“You’re an exquisite dance partner, madam,” the man compliments. You realize he’s trying to politely ask for your name and you give it to him. You would gladly give him anything he could ever want. You’re half desperate to rip the heart from your own chest and offer it to him on one of the gaudy platters that waiters are serving drinks on.

The man repeats your name with a wicked grin and you feel said heart stutter in your chest.

“My father would preen to hear your compliment but in truth, I believe a woman is only as good of a dancer as her partner, sir,” you reply, truly shocked at the coherency of the words managing to tumble themselves out of your mouth. “May I ask your name?”

“Lord Ancunin,” he replies and everything connects. So, this is the mysterious lord of the manor. You can see why he keeps himself locked up in secrecy. He could bring the world to ruin with that handsome face.

Lord Ancunin twirls you out and pulls you in close to his chest, his breath a deep whisper against the shell of your ear when he says, “Though, I hope you will call me Astarion.”

“Fitting,” you giggle when you turn to face him again and he quirks a pale brow up in question. You give him a dazzling smile of your own as you say, “A face as beautiful as yours belongs up in the night sky next to all the other stars.”

You did know how to be charming if you wanted to, even if your father never seemed to believe you.

“Ah, so you do know how to spin honeyed words back at me. Have I finally met my match?” The smile he gives you is mischievous and it makes you feel like you’re in on some inside joke with him. You like that feeling, you realize. The feeling of just you and Astarion, wrapped together in a world all of your own.

“If all it takes is a few sweet words to impress you, I am lucky you have found me so early in the night, before the crowd can woo you away from me. For surely everyone here will sing praises meant to dazzle our mysterious host,” you offer him a teasing smile of your own. He lets out a scoff and rolls his eyes.

“Oh, but darling, the words only matter when they come from your sweet lips. The rest of this rabble is nothing compared to you,” Astarion’s hand has dipped ever so slightly lower along the curve of your waist as he speaks in a low, rich voice. His touch, combined with his words, send your head spinning. You’ve received flatteries and had your flirtations like any woman, but there’s something about Astarion that is addicting and leaves you craving more.

Astarion has guided you to the edge of the ballroom floor by the massive windows overlooking the gardens, exploding with all varieties of blooms. Even in this darkened view, they’re stunning and a part of you wishes to go out and explore them. Perhaps you can convince Astarion to join you and you could walk with your arm tucked in the curve of his, letting your fingers ‘accidently’ sneak down to feel the sinewy muscles in his forearms.

Your mind wanders, questioning if Astarion spends much time out in the gardens. Or what he does all day up in his manor on the hill. As any noble Lord, there’s bound to be servants, but you doubt Astarion has any family. The Ancunin line was about to die out before Astarion seemingly appeared out of nowhere to revive it. It’s sad to think of him spending his days up here with no one who loves him, a fate you had grown intimately familiar with yourself after the last of your brothers moved away.

“Is it lonely up here by yourself?” You ask brazenly. Your own voice surprises you as you speak the question you’ve been wondering aloud. Astarion’s mouth opens slightly and he’s silent, as if you’ve managed to shock him to his very core. The shake of his head is nearly imperceptible before he’s schooling his features again, lips curling back into a cutting smile.

“Perhaps I’ve simply been waiting for your company,” he says, but you’re a bit disappointed by his empty answer. Though, you suppose it was rather rude of you to ask a deeply personal question in such a public setting.

“Do you like the gardens?” Astarion redirects the conversation, noticing how you’ve been staring intently over his shoulder at the greenery through the enormous glass windows.

“I’m quite fond of roses,” you tell him, a bit shy at the confession. Your mother used to have a few bushes that she cherished when you were a little girl, but they had died with her.

“Roses are very beautiful, as long as you don’t mind a few thorns.”

The double meaning behind his words is obvious to you in that moment, though Astarion is far more beautiful than any silly little flower you’ve ever seen. His beauty is just as sharp though, just as deadly. You wouldn’t be surprised if people had killed for this man, if people had died for him.

“I’ve always had a special talent for avoiding them,” you give him a teasing smile back and his eyes sparkle with glee at your response. They’re such an unusual shade. In this dark corner of the room they appear an unnatural brown-ish red. They suit him, obviously, as if every feature on his face was carefully selected to create the most perfect man imaginable. But those eyes give him a dangerous gleam that makes you want to drown in him.

“I don’t doubt that at all, little flower,” Astarion says with that low voice that sends arousal pooling deep in your stomach.

Your heart stutters at the endearment. Little flower. Not a practiced, rehearsed platitude, but something just for you. Something based on a moment you had shared together. You hope against hope that you aren’t making this moment up in your head but no, Astarion is here and he’s real and maybe everything will work out alright. Maybe marriage doesn’t have to be a curse that plagues you for the rest of your life.

Before you can speak, a man with dark, graying hair approaches Astarion, whispering quickly in his ear. Astarion’s gentle smile leaves his face as he listens intently. When the other man steps away, Astarion’s blazing gaze returns to you.

“I do apologize, my lady, but I have an urgent matter I must attend to,” Astarion’s lips are still turned down into a tight frown as he sweeps into an elegant, over-the-top bow. The motion looks so natural on him.

When he rises, he takes your hand in his own. You feel your breath catch in your throat as his lips brush against the back of your hand. You really wish you weren’t wearing your stupid gloves and could truly feel the softness of his lips against your skin.

“I must thank you for your company. I fear you have been the highlight of my night.” Astarion gives your hand an affectionate squeeze before he’s dropped it and disappeared into the night.

You don’t know how you’re expected to dance with or entertain anyone else the rest of the night. Not after Astarion. Not after you had met perfection. You spot your father, head bowed and distracted in conversation with a short, greasy man.

You sneak out of a large glass-paned door into the garden. The roses out front were just a preview of the true beauty hiding here. Blooms of every size and color swirl together. You follow the well-maintained paths, entranced, noting the flowers you recognize and staring occasionally at a flower you’ve only seen drawn in books.

You’ve wandered quite a ways from the party when your ears pick up a quiet rustling, compelling you to investigate. Your curious nature had always been a curse: it had gotten you chastised by tutors when you read books that were not meant for a young lady’s eyes, and had earned your father’s ire when he discovered you sneaking in to watch and learn from your brother's sword fighting lessons.

In this moment, your inquisitive spirit wins out again, and your feet move, almost of their own accord, in the direction of the sound. You hear it again. It sounds like a person, or perhaps… was that a moan?

You find yourself in a secluded area of the garden and debate whether you should turn back for fear of intruding on a couple’s private moment. As you turn to leave, you freeze, eyes catching the glimmer of pale silver hair in the moonlight.

Your heart sinks to your chest. Of course. Astarion is so beautiful it only makes sense that he would have lovers clawing the doors down for just a moment with him. In retrospect, it seems rather cruel of him to praise you as the highlight of his night when he was leaving you to meet with another woman.

Unable to look away, you see Astarion holding a beautiful woman in his arms, dipping her just as he had dipped you only a short while ago. But this time, he’s closed the gap and his lips are pressed against her, kissing her neck. Her eyes are closed in what you assume to be ecstasy.

And all you had gotten was a kiss over a gloved hand. An angry, jealous wave flares within you and you have to take a deep breath to calm yourself. The last thing you need is to reveal your hiding spot and make even more of a fool of yourself tonight than you apparently already have.

You’re hidden out of their sight, positioning yourself strategically behind a bush. Not that they would even notice you with how enraptured they are with one another right now. You don’t know why you’re even staying. Perhaps there’s some masochistic part of you that wants you to remember this hurt, remember that this is why you don’t hope, that marriage born from love was a lie that only fools believe.

You watch, ignoring the emotions boiling inside you and the gut wrenching pain that makes you feel as if you’ve been stabbed. Only… the more you watch, the less Astarion seems to be kissing her neck and the more he seems to be sucking at it?

Astarion parts from the woman and when he tilts his head up, the moonlight glints against the dark rivulets of blood running down his chin, his hand reaching up to wipe it clean.

You can’t help the shocked inhale that manages to escape you and you see Astarion’s eyes open and whip over to your hiding spot. You had questioned if his eyes were red before, but you’re sure now as they practically grow crimson in the darkness.

Your mind is reeling, you need to get out of there. You aren’t even entirely sure how you got to this part of the garden, but you rush back toward the direction of the manor as fast as you can on your trippy, heeled shoes, doing your best to only stumble minimally on your flowing skirts.

There’s no way it can be true, but you’re certain Astarion had been drinking that woman’s blood. You had heard the myths and legends about vampires, but it seemed impossible for the creature to exist in real life. Vampires were just scary monsters used to keep children from roaming in the dark, weren’t they?

Suddenly, everything clicks. Astarion’s unbelievable beauty was nothing but a farce, a trait evolved by a predator to draw you in. And of course, you had fallen for it like the silly little girl you were. A few minutes ago, you would have been willing to split yourself open for him to devour. He could have offered you the knife and you would have gladly let yourself bleed for his affections.

Now, your heartbeat pounds in your ears, so loud you can’t tell if you’re hearing the thud of your own heart or of Astarion’s footsteps chasing after you. You think back to the woman. Did he mean to kill her? Did he mean to kill you, too, now that you had caught him?

The doors to the manor are finally in sight when you brave a peak over your shoulder. Sure enough, Astarion is rounding the final curve of the garden as you slip through the glass-paned doors.

You force yourself to focus, to think. You can’t help wondering if this is how a rabbit feels when it’s being hunted. How it must know that its very survival depends on its ability to think quickly and get away.

Attempting to disguise yourself in the dancing crowd, you wind artfully between different partners and move in confusing, zig-zagging patterns so Astarion cannot follow you. But, you keep catching glimpses of white hair out of the corner of your eye, Astarion never falling too far behind.

Your new dance partner is twirling you to the next person when you see the vampire’s red eyes over their shoulder. As he stares at you with a barely stifled rage, you can’t see anything but the red that was dripping from his chin a few minutes ago and it sends a new wave of urgency through your veins.

Your head whips around and loosens a few pins from your intricate hairdo. The strands fall in your eyes as you frantically scan the crowd for an escape, or at the very least, your father. His disappointment and rage at your lack of a marriage prospect tonight is certainly preferable to the death you are certain you will face if Astarion manages to catch you.

When you look up, there’s a silver mirror in front of you. You look rattled and a bit disheveled, but Astarion is nowhere in sight behind you. Finally, you allow yourself to let out the breath you’ve been holding, shoulders dropping in relief.

A cold hand curls heavily around your shoulder, sending goosebumps skittering across your skin and you look up into Astarion’s angry eyes which shine a brilliant ruby red. Your mind reels and you glance between him and the mirror a couple times because he is standing right next to you but is noticeably absent from the mirror’s reflection. You hate yourself for making such a stupid mistake, for forgetting the rules about vampires, the monsters who didn’t have a reflection.

“Come with me,” Astarion’s voice is cold, so opposite of the sweet tone he used earlier while you danced. He uses his grip on your shoulder to start pulling you away from the crowd. To kill you without making a scene.

“No,” you cry out and try to pull away from him but his fingers dig into your collarbone even harder and it starts to hurt. He’s supernaturally strong as he drags you beside him further and further away from the dancing crowd, further and further away from any hope of salvation.

You should let out a scream, alert someone, do something. It’s not in your nature to go down without a fight.

“Stay quiet if you wish to live through the night,” Astarion hisses against the shell of your ear, like he could tell what you were thinking. You hate that his voice still sends a warm tingle down your spine.

Astarion pulls you around a corner to some sort of secluded closet where he flings open the door and pushes you inside. He’s got you crowded against the wall, his forearm angled so it’s pressing against your windpipe. He isn’t pushing hard enough to restrict your airflow, but his arm is a heavy reminder that he could if he wanted to. A reminder of the threat of death looming over you.

“Whatever you think you saw, you didn’t,” Astarion tries to rationalize with you, his eyes hard and unwavering as they stare into your own. Like if he says the words with enough conviction, he might just convince you.

“You’re going through a lot of trouble if I, in fact, didn’t see anything,” you point out, which is maybe not the smartest argument to make in the face of certain death. You always had a bad habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. To keep yourself from making this bad situation even worse, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep quiet.

“Impetuous woman. I was trying to hel- I mean…” Astarion grits his teeth in frustration. He seems to be recalculating in his head, figuring out what to do with you. “I had hoped to settle this civilly.”

Even though you feel like you’re growing to throw up, you close your eyes and force yourself to act nonchalant as you speak, “If you’re going to kill me, I’d prefer it if you didn’t drag it out unnecessarily.”

Your eyes are still closed, but you feel Astarion’s forearm drop away from where it was pressed against your throat, though his body still keeps you pinned tightly against the wall. This is possibly the closest you’ve ever been to a man and a dark part of your mind enjoys how his thigh is pressed against your own, only a few layers of fabric separating you from his pale skin.

You bite a little harder at your cheek to focus your thoughts and are overwhelmed by the metallic tang of blood on your tongue. When you open your eyes, Astarion is staring at you like a man possessed, his eyes glued to your lips, pupils blown so wide his eyes appear black.

Oh, right. Blood and a vampire are not a good mix if you hope to stay alive. You try to quickly swallow the blood down, as if Astarion hadn’t already noticed it. He lets out a sinful noise, something between a chuckle and a groan.

“I’m not going to kill you, darling,” his voice is deep and hungry as he carefully traces one finger along the pulse point in your neck. “Why would I kill you when I can keep you all to myself?”

You blanch at his words, seeing your future laid out in front of you. Chained up in the dungeon as a vampire’s slave. Kept alive, but barely, a source of constant food for a greedy monster. For a moment, it almost makes you laugh to think that of course this dramatic manor would have a gaudy dungeon.

“You’re a monster,” you say to Astarion, an angry sneer across your face.

“Oh, don’t act stupid, pet,” Astarion scoffs at you, his hand now moving up to tuck the loose piece of hair behind your ear and his cheek brushes against yours as he leans in impossibly closer to whisper. “It’s unbecoming of you to pretend to be something we both know you aren’t.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek as he pulls away from you and your mind is in such turmoil, you can’t even revel in the feeling of his lips finally pressing against your skin.

“Tell me, what am I really? A monster, yes, but what kind?” His voice is so smooth and silky as he taunts you, like a spider spinning you into its web. The time for escape has passed.

“A vampire,” you whimper out, the emotions finally catching up to you. You think again of the woman in the garden. “Oh god, that woman. Did you kill her?”

“Hardly,” Astarion replies, with a roll of his eyes. “And I can assure you, she was a very willing, very well compensated participant. The worst she’ll have is a bit of a headache tomorrow morning from the blood loss.”

He didn’t kill her? That doesn’t make any sense.

“For the record,” Astarion speaks again, interrupting your train of thought. “I have no qualms about killing people, but it’s such a hassle having to figure out what to do with all those dead bodies. I’ve found it’s much easier to get blood if you maintain a few snacks for the occasional top up.”

You’re still staring at Astarion, trying to understand how the man you met earlier tonight could be the same man pressing you to the wall and threatening you - when the door handle starts to rattle and turn. Astarion moves impossibly quick as he tilts your chin up and presses his lips to your neck, in the perfect imitation of a lover’s embrace. You can’t help the panicked noise that escapes you when you feel a sharp fang prick against your skin. It reminds you of the thorns of a rose. You know that this is Astarion telling you to play your part if you still want to stay alive.

The intruder clears their throat and Astarion parts from you with an exasperated sigh, as if he’s just been pulled away from a delicious feast.

“We’re busy,” he shoots over his shoulder, but when he turns his head, you can clearly see the outline of your father standing in the doorway, with the greasy man that he was talking to earlier beside him. A shock of recognition flashes in your fathers eyes before the hard mask of anger settles in.

“Lord Ancunin,” your father speaks, and you recognize the tempered fury that’s flowing in his words, threatening to erupt any second. The carriage ride home with him tonight was going to be unbearable if you managed to make it out of this. “Might I ask what you’re doing in this closet with my daughter?”

Astarion sighs again and finally, finally steps away from you, though you can see the reluctance he feigns in an attempt to keep up the act. Simply two lovers caught together at an inopportune moment.

Now that you have your own space, you feel like you can finally take a deep breath. You hadn’t realized how Astarion’s heady scent of bergamot and rosemary had been clouding your senses. Still, deep in your mind, there’s a small, shameful part of you that misses how the hard line of his body felt pressed against you.

“You had said she was a virgin!” The short man next to your father yells, his face an ugly, tomato red.

“She is,” your father swiftly attempts to placate the man. “She’ll still make a good wife, I promise.”

“The deal’s off, I don’t want damaged goods,” the greasy man turns swiftly on his heel and storms away. So, that’s what your father had been up to all night, scheming to sell you off by any means necessary.

When your father faces you and Astarion again, his eyes are flaming with anger. This night was not going to end well for you even if you did manage to escape. Astarion shifts a half-step in front of you.

“Lord Ancunin,” your father hisses again. You can tell it’s taking everything in him to keep his words polite and befitting of his station. You know that what he really wants is to relentlessly hurl insults at Astarion until he tires himself out. “I trust you don’t make it a habit of tricking naive young girls into following you into dark closets?”

“Your daughter, a young woman,” Astarion emphasizes the word. You feel a bit vindicated by this as you had been fighting your whole life for your father to see you as something other than a foolish child. “Is capable of making her own decisions and dealing with the consequences of those choices.”

The second part of his sentence was directed at you. You chose to follow him out into the gardens, to go where you were unwelcome, and you would be expected to accept your upcoming fate with grace. Your heart twists again and you feel hatred for Astarion blooming deep within you. You had not imagined the beautiful man that you danced with would be capable of such cruelty.

“I will not allow this insult on my family’s honor!” Your father’s voice continues to rise. “If the next words out of your mouth are not asking me for my daughter’s hand in marriage, then you will have made a very powerful enemy.”

“Powerful enemy,” Astarion laughs at that and turns to you as if you’re in on the joke. It is rather funny that your father thinks himself anywhere near the same standing as Astarion, but you’re having a hard time finding the energy within yourself to laugh at the moment.

“Oh, this is all going wonderfully according to plan,” Astarion claps his hands together in glee, face painted with a devilish grin. You think you catch the light glinting off one of his fangs in the dark closet. “For I had hoped to come speak with you about marrying your daughter. It seems you’ve already beaten me to the point.”

Your breath catches in your throat as the puzzle finally fits together. So, this was Astarion’s new plan. Keeping you as a slave must be too boring in his eyes, the vampire lord who wants for nothing, who has people falling at his feet for the chance to drink some of their blood. No, Astarion plans for you to keep his secret by controlling you. And everyone knows that the best way to control a woman is to marry her.

You feel like your soul is slipping out of your body. Nearly an hour ago, you would have been weeping with joy to be married to Astarion. Now, it just feels like an extended death sentence.

Astarion’s fingers brush against your arm, pulling your attention back to him, though you can’t bear to look him in his eyes.

“Dearest, would you like to go out for another dance? Or perhaps I can call someone to escort you to a room for the night?”

You nearly scoff out loud at the false choice. Both options presented by him, neither of which you really want to do. Either you go out on the dance floor and perform the act of a happy, loving couple or you’re sent off with one of his servants to be kept under guard. But, the chance of escape does seem higher if Astarion isn’t constantly by your side.

“A room, please,” you manage to choke out and Astarion gives you a polite nod. He grabs someone’s attention in the hallway and another beautiful woman with long, dark hair arrives to lead you to a room. Why is it that Astarion seems to only be surrounded by beautiful people?

Astarion’s gaze follows you until you round a corner and are finally out of his sight. You don’t doubt that he will be returning to the party to flirt and dance and drink blood while you are caged in a room like an animal. There’s an spiteful, jealous part of you that threatens to lash out. You’re jealous of his freedom, you remind yourself. You’re certainly not jealous of the people who get to dance with him the rest of the night.

You keep following after the dark-haired woman, but you can feel your father close at your heels. You curse the world for not just letting you mope in peace and quiet. Why does everything have to end in a fight with your father? Although he hates you, thinks of you as nothing but a burden, you know he is one of your last hopes of getting out of here.

When you’re finally deposited into a bedroom, you turn to him, pleading. “Father, please don’t make me marry him. He’s not a good man, he’s not who he appears to be.”

“No,” your father cuts back. “That is exactly what you will do. You have brought shame to this family. What would your mother think if she knew you were galavanting around like some common whore?”

You stare down at the beautiful embroidery on your dress and try to hold back the tears. Why did you expect this to end any differently? It never does when it comes to your father. And he always does love to bring up how much shame your mother would feel about you if she were still alive. You stay silent, waiting for this to be over, waiting to be left alone.

“You’re lucky” he continues, “somehow this is still better than you deserve. You will have a title and wealth. But do not think I will ever forgive you for this transgression. You will no longer be a stain upon this family.”

With a stern nod, he slams the door shut behind him, leaving you in an eerie silence. You aren’t surprised your father thinks you are undeserving of a title and wealth, though those are of little concern to you right now. You’d rather not be married, not expected to be subservient to some man. And worst of all, what you’d really rather have back is the person you thought Astarion was earlier in the night, the person you thought you might be able to love.

You reach for the doorknob but it has predictably been locked when you test it.

Leaning against the hard wood of the door, you sink to your knees. You can feel the tears burning at your eyes as you pick at the beading on your beautiful gown. How horrible this night had turned out. The tears start with a whimper against the wooden slats of the door and soon you’re weeping, crumpled into a sobbing pile of your skirts. Between hiccuping cries, you mourn the loss of your family, the loss of your life. From now on, you are cursed to be the bride of a monster. A bird trapped in a gilded cage being constantly circled by a very hungry cat.

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Notes: Hehe and that's chapter 1! Get ready for a whole lot of angst, yearning, and misunderstanding as these emotionally repressed weirdos try to navigate their feelings for one another in their new marriage. This is the first fic I've ever actually posted so I'm super nervous, but I have a whole 10-part plan set up for this fic because the Astarion brainrot is real. It's almost like… he's a tadpole that's wormed it's way into my brain…

For reference, I tend to picture everything as regency era since that is my favorite, but I didn't specify because I know everyone has their own favorite time periods they love to imagine!

Hugest shoutout ever to my amazing friend who helped me edit and let me bounce ideas off her. She was the hugest help imaginable and has been subjected to my constant ramblings about my ideas for this fic. Check out her wonderful writing on ao3 at AliensNSuch!

Chapter 2 will be posted next Sunday, 12/24.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion bg3 #x reader #reader insert #bg3 fanfiction #til death do us part

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mikeyswayy · 2 months

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(UPDATED INTRO POST)

(𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨...)

DNI'S are literally only like MSI fans.. oh and if your homophobic, transphobic, racist. anything like that.. oh and if your possibly one of my family members

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I don't have a name, call me cunt or something I don't care

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MCR is my favorite band, I like fob too and I forgot but I love any of Frankie's bands too! And Gees solo music!!!!!

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My favorite movies are (these aren't in order btw) Donnie Darko, star Wars, life on the murder scene. (I like the Chucky movies too, I was raised on them but they're not my favorite)

Favorite TV shows, the walking dead (all the spin-offs too) , umbrella academy, Chucky (I'm a big nerd for child's play and Chucky btw) / (I can't think of others right now but I think I have some more maybe..)

Favorite comics, the walking dead, the true lives of the fabulous Killjoys, the true lives of the fabulous Killjoys: national anthem, umbrella academy (I have more but like I forget a lot so..)

Favorite games, the walking dead telltale games (I have others that I'm not gonna name here bc I wanna say it somewhere else.. But you'll probably know soon enough)

Favorite colors are red and black

My favorite YouTubers are jake webber and Johnnie guilbert but I have a few more and they do pranks but like I don't think anyone that's here probably likes them so.. Well carry on.

Favorite album is I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love

Favorite songs are, my way home is through you, not that kind of girl, Emily, black dragon fighting society, all the angels and tomorrow's money

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𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦 :

I've always wanted to play bass

I wanna make comics, draw and maybe write some.. :D

I'm a minor, don't be a Creepazoid.. but i dont care if your over 18 :P

Literally obsessed with Mikey way..

I like sour candies, war heads I like a lot. Sour candy also isn't sour to me..

I like vampires (𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦) and that stuff, bats too I guess

Blood is cool too

I draw sometimes (𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦?)

I edit sometimes..

I'm awake all night listening to MCR, and all day almost too..

Petekey.. ♡

Frerard ♥︎

My favorite soda is root beer

I'm running out of things to say now.. Let's carry on..

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This is the end.. So.. Bye? I don't know.. Want the lyrics to the foundations of decay? There, it's down there ↓

See the man who stands upon the hill

He dreams of all the battles won

But fate had left its scars upon his face

With all the damage they had done

And so tired with age, he turns the page

Let the flesh submit itself to gravity

Let our bodies lay, mark our hearts with shame

Let our blood in vain, you find God in pain

Now, if your convictions were a passing phase

May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays

And as the vermin crawls, we lay in the foundations of decay

He was there the day the towers fell

And so he wandered down the road

And we would all build towers of our own

Only to watch the roots corrode

But it's much too late, you're in the race

So we'll press and press 'til you can't take it anymore

Let our bodies lay, mark our hearts with shame

Let our blood in vain, you find God in pain

And if, by his own hand, his spirit flies

Take his body as a relic to be canonized

Now, and so he gets to die a saint

But she will always be a whore

Against faith (cage all the animals)

Against all odds ('cause the message must be pure)

Against change (you can wander through the ruins)

We are free (but the poison is the cure)

You must fix your heart

And you must build an altar where it swells

When the storm, it gains and the sky, it rains

Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away

And as you stumble through your last crusade

Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?

And as the swarm it calls, we lay in the foundations

Yes, it comforts me much more

To lay in the foundations of decay

Get up, coward

Now, so long and goodnight...

(I'll probably be adding more once I remember more shit, but for now Run, run, bunny, run)

(𝘈𝘴𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧...)

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#intro post #my chemical romance #my chem

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thefairylights · 7 months

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For day 25 of kinktober, I am sharing a second playlist. This one contains more r&b and slower, sensual songs plus my usual dark and religious blasphemy music. @vampirefest

I give to you:

Vampire fest kinktober, come again. 21 songs.

01) The Weeknd/The Hills

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe

Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes

Who are you to judge?

02) Sabrina Claudio/Belong to You

It ain't strictly physical but I know that

I wanna lay where you lay

So I think you should fuck with me, yeah

You don't want to take me out the street, yeah

I can give you everything you need, yeah

Need you in my reach, yeah

03) Doja Cat/Casual

Take it off, follow me now

Let me in, don't shut me out

Don't tell me you love me if

That's not how it really is

04) Rihanna/Needed Me

Didn't they tell you that I was a savage

Fuck your white horse and a carriage

Bet you never could imagine

Never told you you could have it

You needed me

Oooh, you needed me

To feel a little more, and give a little less

Know you hate to confess

But baby oooh, you needed me

05) NBDY/Lights Out

When the lights out

I come alive when the nights out

I don't wanna see anymore

I only wanna hear the sounds of, uh

When we make love

Ain't no need to keep the lights on

I'ma fuck you with the lights out

I'ma love you 'til your lights out

06) Halsey/Not Afraid Anymore

I am not afraid anymore

Standing in the eye of the storm

Ready to face this, dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth

I am not afraid anymore

I want what you got in store

I'm ready to feed now, get in your seat now

And touch me like you never

And push me like you never

And touch me like you never

'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore

No no no

07) Hozier/Eat Your Young

I'm starving, darling

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Start carving, darling

I wanna smell the dinner cooking

I wanna feel the edges start to burn

Honey, I wanna race you to the table

If you hesitate, the getting is gone

I won't lie, if there's something to be gained

There's money to be made, whatever's still to come

08) Ari Abdul/You

Say your name like a ritual

Your body is something spiritual

Oh no

Don't you know you could save my soul

Feelin' your power head to toe

Feelin' your body head to toe

You're so divine

You're in your prime

It's love at first sight

Won't be satisfied

'Til I know you're mine

09) Isabel LaRosa/More Than Friends

My heart's racin' now, I just can't take a breath

I'm catchin' you starin' again

I swear all this shit isn't just in my head

I know that we're more than

Friends, friends, friends

I know that we're more than

Friends, friends, friends

I need

Need your hands on my waist, please

Save me

God, don't let me die waitin'

10) Tazzy/Fantasize (Ariana Grande cover)

I fantasize about it all the time

If you were mine

I'd give this pussy to you, nine-to-five

Five-to-nine

Tryin' to behave, but I'm feelin'

Some type of (Way) way

That just ain't me

11) Lilyisthatyou/FMRN

I got this aching and itching to be in submission

I got this burning desire to set you on fire

Oh, I hope my whole room goes down

You say swallow the fire, I'll choke it down

Say anything when you're around

Say anything and I'll make that sound like

(Make that sound like)

Can you come fuck me right now?

Parents are home, but my bed's too loud

I can take it on the ground

If I get too loud, you can shut my mouth

12) Aaliyah/Rock the Boat

Boy, you know you make me float

Boy, you really get me high

Ooh, I feel like I'm on dope

'Cause you, you serve me on a regular (you serve me on a regular)

Boy, you need to tie this rope

Oh, before we drift any deeper (before we drift any deeper)

Baby, now hold me close

Let's take this overboard now

13) Ashnikko/Slumber Party

My girl look like Wednesday Addams

Eyes go black when she orgasms

Hide your back, she likes to stab them

My butt cheeks, she likes to grab

Matching pajama birthday suits

Her spit tastes just like Juicy Fruit

She do that thing she usually do

Spell my name with her tongue, like (uh)

14) Dove Cameron/Boyfriend

The universe must have divined this

What am I gonna do? Not grab your wrist?

I could be a better boyfriend than him

I could do the shit that he never did

Up all night, I won't quit

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

I could be such a gentleman

Plus all my clothes would fit

15) Bad Omens/The Death of Peace of Mind

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames

Hanging upside down

For granted, in vain, I took everything

I ever cared about

I miss the way you say my name

The way you bend, the way you break

Your makeup running down your face

The way you fuck, the way you taste

16) CORPSE/E-girls are ruining my life

Choke me like you hate me, but you love me

Lowkey wanna date me when you fuck me (uwu)

Touch me with the lights off and my chains on

Baby, I'm not the right one you should wait on

17) Florence + the Machine/Bedroom Hymns

You had Jesus on your breath

And I caught Him in mine

Sweating out confessions

The undone and the divine

'Cause this is his body, this is his love

Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough

18) King Princess/Holy

Honey, on your knees when you look at me

I'm dressed like a fucking queen and you're begging, "please"

I rule with the velvet tongue

And my dress undone

And I'll get you lost but I'm having fun

Holy, holy, holy, yeah

Holy, holy, holy, holy

19) Imogen Heap/Come Here Boy

I know that my face

Is only too familiar to your sleep

I can see it in your eyes

And I can tell by your body heat

Why are you taking so long?

You need to come and find me, honey

To set your mind at rest

And let your dreams run free

20) BANKS/Godless

I'm into the darkness

That you feel a worse divine

'Cause I felt the power when I laid down by your side

I felt the rhythm, I felt the fever in your mind

I couldn't save you, but at least I say I tried

If your love was ever mine

It would stay with me tonight

I'm praying, praying

You can see it in my eyes

There's a raise that still reminds me

I'm waiting, waiting

21) Paris Paloma/The Fruits

My love, are you the devil?

I would worship you instead of him

I have no time for confession

For I'm too busy committing sins

My love, you're something special

I've never met someone like you

You'd make me fall from heaven

But I know just what I do

Come again? ❤️‍🔥 Spotify link here. 🔥

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mitski songs that make me think of reid + a specific lyric p2

i have so many thoughts. strap me down.

- pearl diver

Treasure hunter, you are dead

The light of the world is fading

You cannot see the other end

Your body's lost all feeling

Those creatures of your woken mind

Don't fear them or their hunger

Forgive the sea, follow the tide

With the monsters on your shoulder

- dan the dancer

Dan had very long limbs

From leading day to day

Hanging onto a cliff

That stretched him everyday

And when she'd ask to hold hands

He would smile and

Let one of his hands go

His whole life in one hand

His whole life

- goodbye, my danish sweetheart

So, I don't blame you

If you want to bury me in your memory

I'm not the girl I ought to be, but

Maybe when you tell your friends

You can tell them what you saw in me

And not how I turned out to be

There's some kind of burning inside me

It's kept me from falling apart

And I'm sure that you've seen what it's done to my heart

But it's kept me from falling apart

- last words of a shooting star

And did you know the liberty bell is a replica

Silently housed in its original walls

And while its dreams played music in the night

Quietly

It was told to believe

- francis forever

I don't know what to do without you

I don't know where to put my hands

I've been trying to lay my head down

But I'm writing this at three AM

I don't need the world to see

That I've been the best I can be, but

I don't think I could stand to be

Where you don't see me

- drunk walk home

I will retire to the Salton Sea

At the age of 23

For I'm starting to learn I may never be free

But though I may never be free

Fuck you and your money

I'm tired of your money

- my body's made of crushed little stars

I better ace that interview

I should tell them that I'm not afraid to die

I better ace that interview

I work better under a deadline

I pick an age when I'm gonna disappear

'Til then, I can try again

Until then, I can try again

- door

There is a door to me

I've never seen it

Sometimes I get closer to it

But I've never found it

At twilight, I almost had it

But then the night fell

I looked out at the dark and wondered

How could I have lost it?

- a burning hill

I am a forest fire

And I am the fire and I am the forest

And I am a witness watching it

I stand in a valley watching it

And you are not there at all

So today I will wear my white button-down

I can at least be neat

Walk out and be seen as clean

And I'll go to work and I'll go to sleep

And I'll love the littler things

I'll love some littler things

- humpty

All the eggshells are on the ground

And I try, I'm trying to pick them up

But they crack and crumble, it's all too much

Too frail for me to touch

#spencer reid #criminal minds #mitski #spencer reid x reader #reidfucker

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lady-harrowhark · 1 year

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Locked Tomb Characters as Taylor Swift Songs

hey there tlt demons, it’s me... your local taylor swift girl. credentials include over 15 years of swiftie experience and a well documented primal urge to infodump about both the locked tomb AND taylor swift. more under the cut because this thing is a beast. let’s get into it.

(update: Spotify link added in the comments)

Gideon: The Story of Us. Listen. Gideon is a Speak Now girlie. I will die on this hill. Everything is so cinematic - the fireworks, the kissing in the rain, it’s just like her comic books! She will absolutely be singing this album in the shower. And if you have anything to say about it? Sucks to have shitty taste, my dude, sounds like you hate fun.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room And we're not speaking and I'm dying to know Is it killing you like it's killing me yeah I don't know what to say since the twist of fate When it all broke down and the story of us Looks a lot like a tragedy now... next chapter

Harrow: Hoax. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “How dare you assign her a song not from Reputation?” And aesthetically, I hear you. She probably wants you to think that, actually. But while Harrow can identify with Reputation’s themes of the juxtaposition of public persona and private identity, she viscerally rejects the sweetness and vulnerability of Rep era tracks like Call It What You Want and New Year’s Day. But Folklore... Folklore is for abject despair. Hoax is Harrow crying into the mattress, remembering what she’s done. Hoax is “I still love you.”

My only one, my smoking gun, my eclipsed sun This has broken me down My twisted knife, my sleepless night, my win-less fight This has frozen my ground Stood on the cliffside, screaming, "Give me a reason" Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in

Ianthe: Better Than Revenge. We’re not supposed to like this one. In theory, the description of “Diss track about ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend, written by an 18 year old” doesn’t really hold any appeal for me. But when you listen to it, you can’t help but love it in all its nasty glory. Sometimes women are mean, and I need a song to scream to about it. (Ianthe thinks she’s doing Dress with Harrow. She’s not.)

I never saw it coming, wouldn’t have suspected it I underestimated just who I was dealing with She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum She underestimated just who she was stealing from

Coronabeth: Mirrorball. Corona is an expert at reflecting back what people want to see. She studies military history for Judith, learns all about shuttles for a boy who wouldn’t look twice at her, she pulls off the long con of convincing the empire she’s a necromancer. She’s a mirrorball.

I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze, I'm still trying everything To keep you looking at me Because I'm a mirrorball, I’m a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight

Palamedes: Champagne Problems. Oof. You must have known this one was coming, right? Unlike most of the songs on this list, Palamedes is the subject of this song rather than the narrator. You know who the narrator is.

Your mom's ring in your pocket, my picture in your wallet Your heart was glass, I dropped it: champagne problems ... One for the money, two for the show I never was ready, so I watch you go Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you

Camilla: I’m Only Me When I’m With You. A personal favorite of mine that doesn’t get nearly the love it deserves. If this isn’t her and Palamedes, I don’t know what to tell you. And after the events of NtN... um...

And I know everything about you, I don't wanna live without you I'm only up when you're not down Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground It's like no matter what I do Well, you drive me crazy half the time The other half I'm only trying To let you know that what I feel is true And I'm only me when I'm with you

Nona: A Place in This World. Nona Palona. Kiddie. Junior. No-No. Cutie Pie. Lil Bits. Was there ever any other choice for her? This song is the perfect blend of slice-of-life and the inherent isolation of Figuring Out What Your Deal Is. Some people’s deal is being the soul of a murdered planet in someone else’s body, you know? It happens.

Got the radio on, my old blue jeans And I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve Feeling lucky today, got the sunshine Could you tell me what more do I need? And tomorrow's just a mystery, oh yeah, but that's okay ... Oh, I’m just a girl, trying to find a place in this world

Pyrrha: Right Where You Left Me. Look, I’m sorry about this one. But if you really expected me to pick anything else for the woman who’s spent the past ten thousand years watching every person she’s ever loved leave her behind in one way or another? That’s on you.

Friends break up, friends get married Strangers get born, strangers get buried Trends change, rumors fly through new skies But I'm right where you left me Matches burn after the other Pages turn and stick to each other Wages earned and lessons learned But I'm right where you left me ... You left me no choice but to stay here forever

Alecto: My Tears Ricochet. This song never fails to give me the chills when I listen to it in the car. Taylor’s ghost story metaphor for being taken advantage of by her record label until she was forced to leave maps on eerily well to John’s betrayal. I’ve been trying to be succinct in my lyrical excerpts, but fuck it, Alecto can have two stanzas, as a treat.

We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring You know I didn't want to have to haunt you But what a ghostly scene You wear the same jewels that I gave you As you bury me

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same Cursing my name, wishing I stayed You turned into your worst fears

John: Dear John. Honestly, any number of characters could be the narrator here, but I’m primarily thinking of Alecto. Mercy was right about putting an age limit on the Lyctor trials: “don’t you think nineteen’s too young?” John is also getting two stanzas to better exemplify the extent of my rage here. Fingers crossed for Alecto shining like fireworks over his sad empty town in AtN!

Well maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame Maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said "Run as fast as you can"

You are an expert at sorry, and keeping the lines blurry Never impressed by me acing your tests All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes 'Cause you burned them out But I took your matches before fire could catch me, so don't look now I'm shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town

Kiriona: Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve. Right up front, I will acknowledge that this is a much different context than Taylor wrote this song about. However, the imagery is so spot on for Kiriona’s rage. Taylor was right to save this one for the 3 AM version of Midnights, not because it doesn’t deserve to be on the standard album, but because it would have completely overshadowed every other track with the rawness of her anger and regret. I feel physically ill every time I hear the line “Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first.” And Kiriona’s no stranger to giving someone your whole life and realizing they didn’t even want it.

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind I regret you all the time I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign I regret you all the time

Mercymorn: Anti-Hero. I feel this one so strongly that I have actually already made a separate post comparing the lyrics to specific Mercy quotes (and I kind of want to do the same for Kiriona… hmmm). Unlovable Mercymorn, critical Mercymorn... it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me At tea time, everybody agrees I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Augustine: The Archer. You know, I almost gave him Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince just for the drama and scheming, but I think The Archer captures the genteel façade overlaying his true feelings. It brings to mind the conversation during Dios Apate (minor) where he says he wants to believe that he could’ve stopped Alfred if he’d had just a bit more time. Ouch.

All the king's horses, all the king's men Couldn't put me together again 'Cause all of my enemies started out friends Help me hold onto you

G1deon: I Knew You Were Trouble. We know it, we love it, we laughed ‘til we cried over the version with goat noises edited in. He knew he was playing with fire, and look how things ended up.

I knew you were trouble when you walked in So shame on me now Flew me to places I'd never been Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground

Wake: Cowboy Like Me. A country ballad? For Wake? It’s more likely than you think. Cowboy Like Me is the story of two swindlers who didn’t mean to actually catch feelings... sound familiar?

Now you hang from my lips Like the Gardens of Babylon With your boots beneath my bed Forever is the sweetest con I've had some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me And I’m never gonna love again

Pash: philosophical exemption

Judith: Enchanted. I knowwww, it seems a little frilly and glittery for Judith, but hear me out. How starstruck she was over Marta, how working with her for the first time did absolutely nothing to change that. Thinking of no one else until she’s able to suggest her for her cavalier, secretly reading, ahem, “materials” and dreaming about making things different between them... Yeah, Judith was definitely enchanted to meet her.

This is me praying that This was the very first page Not where the story line ends My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon I was enchanted to meet you

Cytherea: Look What You Made Me Do. The old Cytherea can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Cause she’s dead! I love this for Cyth, not just for surface level content, which certainly fits, but for the context of the song. When LWYMMD was first released, the public consensus was that it was a response to the whole Kim/Kanye situation. In the years since, though, it’s become public that behind the scenes, Taylor was struggling to regain control of her work from her record label. With that context, much of the lyrics and music video reflect that conflict, rather than the one everyone assumed. In the same way, Cytherea’s motivation and actions look much different through the lens of what we learn throughout the next two books.

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Dulcie: Bigger Than The Whole Sky. This one hurts. In a series full of tragedy, the fact that this delightful menace never got to meet Palamedes and Camilla in person is enough to break my heart. Our sweet little malign fairy, who has never done anything wrong in her life.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye You were bigger than the whole sky You were more than just a short time And I've got a lot to pine about I've got a lot to live without I'm never gonna meet What could've been, would've been What should've been you

Abigail: September. Not a Taylor Swift original, but her folksy cover of the classic is so soft and cozy. Comforting, in that Abigail way. If she and Magnus danced to this one, I can’t blame him for keeping a scrap of her dance card.

Our hearts were ringin' In the key that our souls were singin' As we danced in the night, remember How the stars stole the night away

Magnus: Starlight. More songs for saving dance cards! I can imagine him both sweetly dancing with Abigail AND being a huge dork and embarrassing Isaac and Jeannemary to this one. (Noooooo Magnus, don’t dance to Taylor Swift!)

And I said, "Oh my, what a marvelous tune" It was the best night, never would forget how we moved The whole place was dressed to the nines And we were dancing, dancing Like we're made of starlight, starlight

Isaac and Jeannemary: Long Live. Because that’s what they should’ve been able to do, ugh. I sort of meant this as a joke but when I went to copy the lyrics over I started getting all teary-eyed, so, you know. It’s fine.

Will you take a moment? Promise me this That you'll stand by me forever But if, God forbid, fate should step in And force us into a goodbye If you have children some day When they point to the pictures Please tell 'em my name Tell 'em how the crowds went wild Tell 'em how I hope they shine Long live the walls we crashed through I had the time of my life with you

Cassiopeia: Vigilante Shit. I love the image of Cassy as a contract lawyer vigilante, but I also love the implications in this song that she was working behind his back with his wife Alecto. Gotta make sure she gets the Benz in the divorce, and if the FBI get involved? Well, that’s out of her hands at that point [sips coffee].

She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some She had the envelope, where you think she got it from? Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

Anastasia: Haunted. The church bells! The drama! So very Ninth. With Haunted, we get both her devastation at “misapprehending” the ascension process and her growing horror at the ways she’s begun to realize they’ve all been manipulated.

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong You're all I wanted Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back now, I'm haunted

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Steddie- “I don’t think I like where this is going.”

*stares at the Word doc this is on*

Ummmm....oops?

I...I am very sorry for this. No one dies, that's all I'm saying. Also, this will be continued in like three parts I think because this bunny grew TEETH.

It ends when they close the Upside Down for good.

Of course it does. It was always going to end here, wasn’t it? Somehow, some way, it was always going to end here…from the very moment Will was first pulled down into this hellscape, they’ve all just been slowly making their way towards this very moment. There was never any other choice. He’s known that, deep down inside, for longer than he wants to admit.

The plan seems to be working, is the thing. No major surprises, no hiccups, no sudden changes, no need to scramble and improvise. Perhaps he should be nervous, but all he can think is that they might actually pull it off. They might actually put Vecna/Henry Creel/One/Whatever in the ground for good, might be able to close the gates once and for all and finally get their lives back.

He and Eddie are part of the diversion team—them, Robin and Nancy, Jonathan and his friend Argyle, Joyce Byers and Murray Bauman, along with someone named Agent Stinson and a small group of government spooks sent by some doctor that Hopper seems to more or less trust. They’ve split up along the gates that burst up into Hawkins all those months ago, causing general mayhem with government-issued firebombs and guns that had made Nancy smile in grim satisfaction. They’re not trying to cause any real damage—just enough to split Vecna’s focus, make him concentrate on shoring up his boundaries. Anything to give Eleven an advantage while she and Will (the only ones of the kids that are allowed anywhere near this fight and only because there’s no other choice…Steve was ready to die on that hill, but fortunately so were Hopper and Joyce) make their final stand with Hopper and the rest of the mysterious Dr. Owens’s soldiers backing them up.

He and Eddie are back-to-back at the edge of the Upside Down version of the trailer park, a circle of destruction around them. Neither of them had liked the idea of coming back here—where Eddie had almost lost his life, where Steve had almost lost his goddamn mind trying to stem the bleeding while Dustin sobbed and screamed and begged him to do something, Steve, please you gotta save him!. But they needed distractions at as many of the gates as possible, and he and Eddie know the area best. They had the best chance of escaping somewhere else if things went south. So. The trailer park it is.

“How much longer you think?” Eddie gasps, one hand leaving the barbed wire-wrapped club he’s got clutched in his hands to scrabble back against Steve’s hip. Steve grabs his wrist, intertwines their fingers. They’re both breathing hard, both bruised and dirty…but no major wounds. No blood.

He glances down at the watch still gamely wrapped around his wrist. “Ten minutes ‘til evac.” He glances up into the sky, watching for clouds of bats in the brief bursts of red lightning. The dogs came for them earlier—a whole pack of them, and Steve had breathed thanks to whoever was listening for the way Nancy pulled him and Eddie into the woods days before the final assault and drilled them on the weapons the government provided, made them shoot at target after target until she was satisfied that they could hold their own. They’d managed to take out the largest part of the pack before the things were on them before resorting to the club and Steve’s trusty nailbat.

The dogs were the worst of it. They haven’t seen any Demogorgons, haven’t seen any of the bats (they’d both agreed, at the first sight of the bats, they were retreating—Steve had made Eddie promise over and over that he wasn’t going to try and be a hero this time). They’ve done their part. Now it’s just a waiting game.

They feel it when El and Will succeed.

A tremendous crack, like thunder but a thousand times louder, splits the air. The ground trembles under their feet, and the vines choking the trailers and yards around them start writhing and shaking. Distant shrieks like dying animals sound, an eerie echo in the air. Forks of red lightning lance across the sky like strobe lights. The ground heaves again and Steve loses his balance, tipping back over into Eddie, who winds his arms around his waist and steadies him.

“Easy there! Think that’s our cue, baby,” he says, not letting go until Steve has his feet back under him. Even then, he doesn’t let go of his hand. Steve squeezes back. The ground shudders again, and Steve just nods.

“Yeah, time to go.” As if in agreement, the radio clipped to the front of his jacket crackles to life, Hopper’s voice ordering everyone to get to their pre-arranged evac points.

“Hop! The kids?” Joyce’s voice comes over the line, and Steve holds his breath until Hopper answers.

“They’re fine! It’s over…it’s all over as soon as we get out of here.”

Eddie lets out a huff of air that might be laughter, presses his forehead against Steve’s shoulder before darting up to kiss him soundly. “We did it,” he breathes. “We fuckin’ did it!”

Still hand in hand, they turn and race for the shell of Eddie’s trailer, and the gate that will take them home.

And that is where it all goes wrong.

It starts after the Russians.

His bruises fade, the damn near permanent ringing in his right ear—that he’s been dealing with since Hargrove caved his face in—settles back to a manageable level, and his ribs stop screaming at him when he twists too far to one side. He just…keeps getting headaches. Not quite full-blown migraines—they don’t take him out completely—but frequent, chronic headaches.

Frequent enough that he starts keeping a bottle of Tylenol and a pair of sunglasses in his glovebox. Frequent enough that he learns to recognize the very earliest symptoms of “a headache day.” Frequent enough that Robin, when she notices (and really, she notices scarily quickly, he’s not used to being seen the way Robin sees him), drags him to the library and spends almost three hours looking up possible side effects of frequent concussions, cross-referencing them with Steve’s experiences.

Then they spend a whole shift at Family Video making up a list of possible headache triggers for him to experiment with.

He doesn’t drink anything with caffeine in it anymore, Robin has been making him keep a damn food journal so they can start figuring out if anything in his diet is a trigger (it’s actually been really helpful, but it feels too much like homework for him not grumble about it), and he’s been trying to unfuck his sleep schedule.

The last is the problem—his sleep schedule has been fucked up since the night he got it in his head to go apologize to Jonathan Byers and walked into a horror movie.

He tries everything—he sets a rigid bedtime schedule, he works out in the evenings to tire himself out, he drinks the tea Robin steals from her kitchen for him (that turns out to be pretty nice…it doesn’t really help him sleep, but he finds it soothing anyway and keeps drinking it at night), but nothing really keeps the nightmares at bay except hard liquor or the little blue pills he finds left in his mother’s medicine cabinet from the last time his parents were in town.

And Steve knows the road both of those solutions lead down. Has two perfect examples. He has no desire to live his life swinging between sloshed and hungover like his father, nor does he want to drift around in a haze of Vicodin and “nerve pills” like his mother. Besides.

After the Russians, after that godawful shit they injected him and Robin with, he can’t stand the thought of being that out of control, that incapacitated again. But Robin really thinks getting more uninterrupted rest will help his headaches. And apparently popping Tylenol like candy can lead to stomach problems even if he is very careful not to take more than the recommended daily dose, so there’s that. There’s plenty else in his life trying to give him ulcers without adding fuel to the fire.

In desperation, he finally takes one of his few days off from Family Video (his father started putting money in his account every month again after Starcourt burned, but he doesn’t trust dear old Dad’s generosity anymore…that money goes directly into a separate savings account he opened and he funds his day to day expenses with his own paycheck) to drive the familiar route to the high school. He parks at the far end of the student lot, and tramps his way around the baseball field towards the wooded area that butts up against the school’s property.

He's never been to the little clearing with its old picnic table himself—Munson was discreet, but he’d still never cared to find out what his dad would do to him if Steve actually got caught buying from the local drug dealer. Usually he just passed a wad of bills to Tommy or one of the other members of the basketball team and let them handle buying the favors for his parties. Everyone knows where it is, though, and roughly what times Munson can be counted on to be there. Seniors have study hall the last period of the day, and only like ten percent of the population actually sits in the library and studies.

He sits himself down at the picnic table, closing his eyes and tipping his head back to enjoy the late September sun. He’s only been there for about ten minutes when he hears heavy, careless footsteps entering the clearing from the same direction he came. Instantly, his eyes fly open and he clocks the approach—the footsteps sound perfectly human, but this summer taught them that’s not necessarily a guarantee of safety.

It's just Munson, though, chains dangling from the belt loops of his ripped jeans and a logo of a band Steve has never even heard of decorating his long-sleeved t-shirt. A plain metal lunchbox dangles from one hand. He falters when his eyes land on Steve, his eyes widening sightly.

“Harrington?” he asks, surprise plain in his voice.

He tilts his head, suspicion replacing the surprise pretty quickly. Steve tries not to be offended. He and his old crew had mostly left Munson alone—not exactly a good idea to piss off the guy supplying you with illegal substances after all—but ‘mostly’ is not ‘totally.’ Steve’s pretty sure he never did anything personally to Munson…but he was probably friends with someone who did, and it’s not like Steve had ever tried to stop any of his buddies when they started in on someone.

“Hey,” he says, a touch awkwardly. Munson looks him up and down again, his eyes hard and wary, before cautiously sitting down across from him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of such illustrious company?” Munson says, and Steve has no idea what illustrious means, but judging by the tone he doesn’t think it’s meant to be flattering. Munson doesn’t look like he’s going to turn around and leave, though, so he ignores the (probably) insult.

“You still sell?” he asks, and then kind of wants to smack his own forehead. Of course Munson still sells, that’s the entire point of this.

Munson lets out a little snort of laughter, and his shoulders relax a little. He laces his fingers together and rests his chin on them. “Well, I don’t hang out here for the ambiance, Harrington.” Munson smirks at him, and Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes.

Don’t piss off the guy supplying you illegal substances. It’s, like, rule one.

“I need weed,” he says, getting right to the point.

He doesn’t…he doesn’t really want to use anything. Not anymore. But Robin’s been right about the caffeine and the food journal and everything, and if she says finding a way to unfuck his sleeping will help, he’s willing to give it a shot. He doesn’t want to use alcohol, he doesn’t want to use his mom’s pills, and he sure as shit is not going to draw his parents’ attention back to him by going to a doctor for something more legitimate. Weed is the best compromise he can come up with. Just enough to mellow him out a little, without feeling out of control the way he did with the Russian shit.

Munson perks up a little. “Ooh, King Steve finally throwing another rager? Not gonna lie, man, my profit margin took a pretty big hit when you stopped those.”

Steve frowns. God, he hates that name. “What? No…uh, no. This is just for me.”

Munson tips backwards a little, placing his hands down on the picnic table to drum his fingers against the weathered wood. “Really now? Not that I’m not flattered you came to little ole’ me after all this time…but why after all this time? Whoever else you’ve been getting your stuff from get picked up?” He sounds like he’s teasing, now, but there’s something genuinely curious in his voice.

Already exasperated, and feeling the beginnings of another headache creeping around the edges of his brain, Steve sails straight past all the bitchy replies he could fire off. “Look, dude, everyone knows you don’t run your mouth to the wrong people and you don’t cut your stuff with anything dangerous and I need…” He stops, not having meant to be quite that truthful. “You want to make some money or what?” he snaps, not liking how still Munson has gone, not liking the way Munson’s dark eyes are boring into his.

“Someone give you a bad trip?” Munson asks quietly and fuck if he doesn’t actually sound a little concerned.

Steve can’t help the bitter laugh that bubbles up. Bad trip. He thinks of fists crashing against his face, ropes cutting into his wrists, the sickening fear of thinking he and Robin were both going to die in that bunker. If only it had just been a bad trip. “Something like that,” he mutters.

“Well shit,” Munson says, drumming his fingers on the tabletop again, the truly absurd number of rings he’s wearing flashing in the early fall sunlight. After a moment, he nods to himself. “All right, Harrington, how much you want?”

Steve tries not to sag in relief. Judging by the way Munson’s eyes sharpen again, he doesn’t quite succeed. “I dunno…I’d just like to smoke a joint before bed. Pretty, uh pretty regularly?”

Munson pins him with another sharp look, but then he relaxes, a slightly manic grin settling on his face. “Regular supply, huh? Oh, I think I like where this is going.” He plunks the lunchbox down on the picnic table.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fic prompt #my writing #I'm so sorry #I hurt my own feelings with this one #steddie fic

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stardustsea · 15 days

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you get one of each because i'm stalling reading tsc and also trying to figure out how to make breakfast

fmk, would you rathers, or have you evers!

fmk - the julie and the phantoms boys that i don't remember their names yet but you know what i mean

would you rather - have to wear one or seven colors every day

have you ever - swam in open water (like, left a boat to be in the water, as opposed to walking from the shore into the water)

ask me anything about a fandom, character, or ship (unpopular opinions!)

how are you feeling ab the tommy buck arc so far?

ask me about my headcanons! (be specific!)

whats your most niche take about andrew minyard

make me choose?? (between anything!)

who gets the cup next between kraken and flyers (sorry)

tell me about your crushes (tumblr + real life!)

when i was a junior in high school i went to a football game with a girl and it was cold on account of being night time and she let me wear her jacket. we never ended up going out or anything but i think that was peak romance and it ruined me for all other people forever probably

rec me stuff! (films, books, shows, clothing shops, anything!)

i have been absolutely VIBING the fuck out of the new glass animals single it's called creature in heaven and i adore it so much

ask me for recs! (^^^)

all time favorite lego set ?

vent to me! tell me about your day, what are you looking forward to??

vibing in my pajamas because i'm still lowkey devestated about leafs hockey but we r powering through. perhaps i will acquire a little treat for stars tn

what you’re thinking about/doing right now!

what i Should be doing is putting my standing desk together so i don't have to work hunched over like a gremlin all day but instead i think i will watch the new movie adaption of a john green book that came out on max this week because unfortunately that weird old man has the same chokehold on me that he did when i was 16 you know how it is

talk to me about anything!

tell me about YOUR day and one thing you are looking forward to 🫵

go read tsc i wanna talk about it 😭 but i love you

fmk - the julie and the phantoms boys that i don't remember their names yet but you know what i mean

changing fmk to hug-befriend-push into pool bc otherwise the answer is none for any but: hug alex, befriend luke (i have to bully him i HAVE to), push reggie into pool (lovingly, i think he'd enjoy it)

would you rather - have to wear one or seven colors every day

hmmm was gonna say one but it wouldn't be that hard to get some kind of rainbow colored accessory so 7

have you ever - swam in open water (like, left a boat to be in the water, as opposed to walking from the shore into the water)

i've jumped off many boats into water! usually in the middle of lakes. i've also been scuba diving mildly far out into ocean

how are you feeling ab the tommy buck arc so far?

love her dearly! we all know i'm a buddie truther 'til i die but bucktommy has been so fun to watch and i'll be sad when it ends

whats your most niche take about andrew minyard

hmm idk how niche this is but i'll die on the hill that he's not nearly as bad with general touching from people as some of the fandom seems to think he is

who gets the cup next between kraken and flyers (sorry)

aaaaaaaaa at beginning of this season i would've said kraken and i'm still kinda leaning that way but ask me again when kraken are done making offseason moves

all time favorite lego set ?

i really enjoyed the succulents and little plants ones!

bonus things

that is a fun song. i'm also still in my pajamas if that helps. enjoy turtles!

tell me about YOUR day and one thing you are looking forward to 🫵

have had a very lazy morning/afternoon. too lazy perhaps. but i might try to go look for shorts at target today

#ask game #this took me forever to answer bc we were literally watching hockey but here you go #ty for this love you #911 #hockey #jatp #aftg

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whispers-soundtrack-project · 1 year

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The Last Of Us: Long Long Time

A Fanmix for Bill & Frank Part One

Link to the Spotify Playlist is at the bottom of the post

Long Long Time (Linda Ronstadt)

And life's full of flaws * Who knows the cause? * Living in the memory * Of a love that never was

Help (Hurts)

And I hope to God you'll listen * And you'll keep me safe from harm * 'Cause I found what I was missing * When I fell into your arms

Ghosttown (Madonna)

This world has turned to dust * All we've got left is love * Might as well start with us * Singing a new song * Something to build on

Taking Chances (Celine Dion)

Don't know much about your life * Don't know much about your world, but * Don't want to be alone tonight, * On this planet they call Earth

I've Been Alone (Dan Hill)

We share a breath of happiness * We share the pain * Always changing * And I give to you * All I am, all I will be * Life goes by so fast * Together let's grow slowly

Lovers In A Dangerous Time (Bruce Cockburn)

Don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by? * You never get to stop and open your eyes * One day you're waiting for the sky to fall * The next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all

Dust To Dust (The Civil Wars)

Let me in the walls * You've built around * We can light a match * And burn them down * Let me hold your hand * And dance 'round and 'round the flames * In front of us * Dust to dust

Keep Us (Peter Bradley Adams)

Every season will turn til the world is upside down * Rivers overflow then go underground * But in the eye of the storm, in the safety of this house * We lay hand in hand while the world turns wrong

Love Will Keep Us Alive (Eagles)

I was standing * All alone against the world outside * You were searching * For a place to hide * Lost and lonely * Now you've given me the will to survive * When we're hungry, love will keep us alive

If (Bread)

If the world should stop revolving * Spinning slowly down to die * I'd spend the end with you * And when the world was through * Then one by one the stars would all go out * Then you and I would simply fly away

#tlou #the last of us #bill x frank #the last of us spoilers #the last of us fanmix #fanmix #playlist #Spotify

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HOLOctober day 3: Purgatory

Day 3 of doing a hololive writing challenge for October using a custom prompt list. This ones a pretty light-hearted Silent Hill 2 parody starring Bae and Irys. No real gore or content warnings. I wish I could change my clocks and then wasurebeam myself because my ADHD-addled brain refuses to start writing until its convinced we just barely have enough time to get it done before we pass out. Whats worse is so far its been right.

Day 3: Purgatory

Bae woke up in a padded cell. Its walls were stained dull with age and rot. She groaned, “Not again. What did I do last night?” Etched above a heavy, rusted iron door, were the words “Thou Shalt Not Be a Borrower.”

“Okayu-senpai? Is that you? You can’t just kidnap people, senpai! You know I’m good for it!” Bae first tried the door, which was locked, then pounded her fists against it. “How am I supposed to get your diamonds in here!” Frustrated, she looked around the room and noticed something she hadn’t before. A small asterisk-shaped opening in the wall, with the words “take one for the team” written above it.

“Oh, absolutely not.” She began pounding on the door again. “I won’t do it, senpai. I’ll wait here ‘til I die!” After only a few minutes she got bored and approached the hole again. “Frick it.” She slowly slid her arm in, “eww, why is it warm?” Her fingers contacted something and she withdrew it, peaking through the fingers of her other hand, she was relieved to notice it was just a key. She unlocked the door and entered a long hallway filled with similar doors leading to similar cells. She heard a strange sliding sound coming from the other end of the hallway, a creature emerged from the shadows. It was a large shaft ambulating on two large spheres attached to its base. “A peen!? Mane-chan is that you? Is this an elaborate bonk?”

Without an answer Bae lifted her hand and dice appeared between each pair of fingers and thumb, she threw all four, “perish!” One die bounced off it harmlessly, another cut through it like a knife through butter leaving it with a perfectly square hole near its base but otherwise unharmed. The third missed entirely, clattering to the floor and promptly becoming a potted plant. Luckily the fourth exploded, obliterating the peen and both sides of the hallway. She looked down the hall and saw multiple peens shuffling around. “Nope.” She leapt out the window, rolling down a long hill. Standing up and straightening her clothes, she found herself in a small, foggy, town. “I don’t think this is Neko Neko island”

She found herself walking through a park and found a familiar nephilim wearing a very unfamiliar outfit, including a leopard print skirt. She was horizontal on the ground, making strange grunts and motions that resemble the worm but sideways. “I’m glad someone else is here but what on earth are you doing Irys, there’s peens around!” She reached a hand out and the mysterious nephilim took it, responding “who’s Irys? Never heard of her. My name is…” she gave Bae a sultry wink, “Yabairys.”

Bae narrowed her eyes. “Ok. That's fine. Everything is fine. I don’t care anymore.” She looked back at the nephilim. “You know that skirts like, way longer than your usual dress right? Much less Yabai?”

“This is my usual outfit, Bae. Who I’ve never met before.” Bae walked past her, refusing to acknowledge the response. A short while later they heard a muffled voice in one of the buildings, a bowling alley. Bae started toward the door, bracing herself emotionally for some fresh new hell, but noticed Yabairys was standing still with her arms crossed. “What are you doing Irys, we need to see who that is. Probably.”

“Its YABAIrys. And you can go in alone, I hate bowling. I’ll wait out here.”

“You hate…we’re not going bowling. We’re just going to see who that is! You’re going to wait out here with the peens because you hate bowling?”

“Yes.”

“Whatever, suit yourself.”

As Bae entered the bowling alley Yabairys yelled, “this is the worst date I’ve ever been on!”

Bae entered the bowling alley and was surprised to find Korone sitting at a table eating a Pizza. As Bae approached her Korone yelled out, “PIZZA TIME,” startling Bae. “Um yeah, I see that Korone-senpai, whatcha doing here? You know there’s peens around right?”

“I love Pepperoni Pizza.”

Bae tried to switch to Japanese but found that, other than yabai and senpai for some reason, it came out as slightly janky english.

“I love PEPPERONI PIZZA,” Korone responded.

“Look, hard same, but there’s monsters, Irys has lost her mind, I had to put my arm in a…we gotta get outta here!”

Suddenly a large buff rat wearing a paper crown crashed through the wall, turning it to rubble. He was dragging an over-sized diamond pickaxe behind him and started to charge forward. Bae yelled out, “It's a Brat-king!” and tried to reach for Korone’s hand to drag her away, but Korone had already leapt from one of the tables and crossed most of the room. She slid to a stop directly in front of the Brat king, bending her knees slightly before launching into a flying upper-cut with a mighty “Orayo!” The brat king was thrown up through the rough, ending up stuck halfway. He flailed for a while trying to get loose then gave up, limbs hanging limply through the roof.

“Huh. That seems like it probably saved us a lot of trouble.” Korone, for her part, just sat back down and continued eating her pizza. Bae glanced back and forth between the two a few times before shrugging. “I guess you’ve got it under control. Enjoy your pizza senpai!” As she walked out she heard a quiet voice say, “I am justice.”

Yabairys scowled as Bae returned to the street. “Finally had enough bowling? I can’t believe you just left me out here.”

“I wasn’t…you wanted to…” Bae closed her eyes in frustration and took a deep breath, “You know what? Yes. I’ve finally had enough bowling. Good to go.”

“Good, because its my turn to pick where we go, and we’re going to the love hotel.” She pointed to the top of the hill where a large hotel had appeared. Bae was pretty sure neither the hill nor the hotel had been in that spot earlier but she refused to comment. “I think that's just a regular hotel.”

“Not if it was made with love.”

Bae looked at the rundown old hotel. “I don’t think it was. It looks like it was built with cheap lumber…and capitalism. That's like the opposite of love.”

“You just don’t understand romance.” Yabairys began dragging her up the hill.

As soon as they crossed the threshold of the hotel, a diamond pickaxe swung through one of the walls and the Brat king started chasing them. They ran for an open elevator the opposite direction down the opposite hallway but just before they reached it Yabairys tripped. Bae pressed the button for the top floor then spammed the close door button but Yabairys managed to lunge forward just as it closed, freezing the elevator in place. Yabairys was trapped between the doors but unharmed.

“Oh no!” Yabairys squirmed between the doors “I’m stuck step-Bae, help!”

Bae looked down on her, literally and figuratively. “Why are you so calm?” She looked through the gap in the door and saw the Brat king just standing around. He gave her a small wave. Bae screamed, “are you two working together! Is he a shipper!?”

“What!?! No!”

“Uh-huh, sure.” Bae stepped on Yabairys’ head and used it as a boost to climb to the elevator’s emergency hatch. “I’m out of here.” She scampered through the hatch then hung from the elevator cable long enough to poke her head back through the hatch and announce, “I want a divorce” before climbing the cable to the top floor. She entered a wide, empty room, a single cloaked figure stood leaning on a windowsill at the end of the room. They were faced away from her. Bae crouched, grabbing a lead pipe and slowly moving towards them. “I wish you wouldn’t.” Calli turned and lowered her hood.

“Calli!?”

“Sup.”

“Is it really you? You’re not all weird?”

“I mean, maybe a little I guess but I think I’m pretty chill, mostly.”

Bae launched at her and gave her a big hug, tears in her eyes. “Its really you, I’m so glad I’m not alone.”

Calli let her cry for a second then patted her on the back, “seems like you’ve been through a lot, need any help?”

“Yes, definitely. But first, what are you doing here. I think we’re in some kind of weird hell.”

“What are you doing here Bae. This isn’t a hell, its a purgatory, they’re like underworld Florida.”

“I think its got something to do with owing Okayu a bunch of diamonds.”

“Huh. Okaaay. Well, you can have some of mine I guess.”

Bae hugged her again. “You’re the best.”

“Lemme give you a lift home.” Calli held her arm out the window and in a burst of pink flame her scythe appeared in it. She let it drop and it continued to hover, she climbed out the window and sat on it side-saddle.

“Your scythe can fly!?”

Calli offered her hand, rolling her eyes “All scythes can fly Bae. Ready to go?”

Bae took it and climbed on, “I think so, but I feel like I’m forgetting something.”

Calli leaned forward and the scythe began to accelerate away. “If you forgot it, it wasn’t important.

Hours later a voice is heard, screaming from an elevator shaft: “Step-Bae? Step-Bae!? Step-Baeeeeeee!”

#holoctober #holoen #hololive #hakos baelz #irys #baerys

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spoilthevines · 2 years

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i might have gotten brain rot from @girlgerard but foundations of decay legit seems like a song about gender struggles to me - specifically about contemplating some sort of transitioning as an older amab person

i've been trying to figure out what this song is about since the release date, and the more obvious explanations about e.g. the band reunion mostly make sense except none of them explains the "he gets to die a saint // but she will always be a whore" lines. i've seen this being explained as some sort of social commentary on misogyny / slutshaming, but:

it's clearly an autobiographical song (with all the towers mentions etc), it gotta be something much more personal that that

we get into the solo / breakdown part right after this, so it's not a throwaway line - it's something that's triggering a strong emotional response (=the breakdown)

the female character appears out of nowhere - there is a generic "we" , there is a male protagonist, but that's it. like, who tf introduces a character like that? not someone who wrote an eisner-award winning comic book

so, what if there is no female character as a separate person? what if "she" also refers to the protagonist, specifically their feminine side / self?

imo this tiny detail makes the whole song just ✨make sense✨, so let's dig into it (cw: mentions of transphobia)

See the man who stands upon the hill

the very first thing we are being told about the protagonist is that they are a man

He dreams of all the battles won But fate had left its scars upon his face With all the damage they had done

they've done important things in his life but sacrifices were made for it, and it wasn't easy (a stretch - they've struggled to keep up the appearances)

And so tired with age, he turns the page

the protagonist isn't young anymore and is moving towards the next stage in their life, whatever that is:

Let the flesh submit itself to gravity

oh, that's the next stage? it could be just a fancy way to say "you are tired, get some rest" or "give up" but consider this - i know a fair amount of trans and non-binary people (myself included) who talk about their bodies in a somewhat derogatory manner, like it's a flesh prison of sorts, so could this be about giving up on the said uncomfortable flesh prison? masculine flesh prison as we've been told right in the very first line

Let our bodies lay while our hearts will stay Let our blood invade if I die in pain

literally saying that yeah, whatever, bodies don't matter that much, it's whatever you feel inside that counts - which means that the previous line is indeed about the body as opposed to the whole self, the masculine body

Now, if your convictions were a passing phase May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays And as the vermin crawls, we lay in the foundations of decay

some contemplation about whether or not you still believe in things you believed in when you were younger, or if it was just a phase (tm) that you grew out of - if i had a dollar for every time i've heard this said about a kid who thinks they might not be cis...

He was there the day the towers fell And so he wandered down the road And we would all build towers of our own Only to watch the rooms corrode

some autobiographical stuff that tbh i'm not sure how to get into properly (the jump from he to we is interesting though) so let's just skip

But it's much too late, you're in the race So we'll press and press 'til you can't take it anymore

ohhh yeah. you are already a person with an established public persona, you can't just go around changing things about yourself that late in the game, right? well, yeah, maybe you can't, but not doing it will get more and more unbearable with every passing day until you just ✨snap✨

Let our bodies lay while our hearts will stay Let our blood invade if I die in pain

nothing new here, just drilling down the dissociation or, dare i say, dysphoria

And if, by his own hand, his spirit flies Take his body as a relic to be canonized

so what happens if the protagonist decides to free their spirit from the masculine body? one option is public outcry, all the transphobic "oh but he was such a good-looking guy, it's a shame". a lot of people will miss the public persona, or even literally the protagonist's appearance they were obsessed with, thus "canonized"

And so he gets to die a saint But she will always be a whore

it often feels like for transgender celebrities who come out publicly there is this before and after persona split in the public conscience, as if their assigned at birth gender presenting self was perfect and has just been killed by a disgusting transgender person. it's arguably worse for trans women, because then there is also the misogyny and slut shaming and just plain old judgement in places where it weren't before

protagonist think it will happen to them too once let go of their public masculine persona

an alternative interpretation - protagonist has a fair amount of internalised misogyny and transmisogyny, and actually judges themselves for their femininity harshly sometimes, and maybe even would rather just stay that perfect man person they could, but...

Against faith (antihero) Against all odds (as if it must be pure) Against change (we wander through the ruins) We are free (the guiltiness is yours)

seems like they can't do it anymore, even if it seems like it's doable practically ("against all odds"). they got tired of things as they are, and they want to do what they feel is right for them at this moment, even if they aren't 100% sure ("as if it must be pure"), even if it ruins someone else's idea of them ("antihero")

You must fix your heart And you must build an altar where it rests

trust yourself, trust how you feel about yourself, literally build a new body for yourself ("an altar") that you can love, a body that you deserve to have and that feels right

When the storm decays and the sky, it rains Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away

let the old body, that masculine persona go ("let it wash away")

And as we stumble through your last crusade Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays? And as the swarming calls, we lay in the foundations

this might be something about the last public appearances before the change? sort of sounds like the change is inevitable already ("as the swarming calls we [will] lay")

Yes, it comforts me much more Yes, it comforts me much more To lay in the foundations of decay

yeah, it is much easier to get out of the public eye, change a few smaller things here and there in private but nothing major, and just live the rest of your life in this state, but...

Get up, coward

the protagonist feels like they need to do much more than just that

this lines up quite well i think and generally makes sense, except i now might be going to hell for borderline speculating on someone else's gender identity - so please let it be known that i'm not trying to predict anything like gerard making a public announcement about their gender after this tour or some other bullshit like that, i'm just having fun with the lyrics

#foundations of decay #mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #mcr theory #my chemical romance theory #mcr5 #mcr5 theory #gender #gender identity #transitioning #mcr gender

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justafandomgvrl · 2 years

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The lyrics to the songs that made me choose them - and who's perspective they're from

Jenny of Oldstones - about Halbrand and lover

they danced through the day and into the night

Queen of Peace - lover corrupted

like stars chase the sun over the glowing hill i will conquer

Heavy In Your Arms - third person perspective

who is the betrayer? who is the killer in the crowd?

Drumming Song - lover

but as the water fills my lungs it couldn't wash the echoes out. i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole till there's nothing left inside my soul

Long Way Home - Halbrand

til the sun comes up we can own this town, something like make believe

Monster Among Men - Halbrand

i won't break your heart again, i don't wanna be a monster among men

Older - Halbrand

you kiss away the pain, every time you twist my lips, my dear devoted delicate

Dancing with the Devil - lover

i've been good, don't i deserve it? /// almost made it to heaven, it was closer than you know

All For Us - Halbrand

just for your love i'd give you the world

Born to be Your Queen - corrupted lover

oh watch me rise i'm never coming down, in time they'll love and honour me

Tell Me If You Wanna Go Home - lover

and i just can't bear if you're not there

Ophelia - Halbrand

heaven help the fool who falls in love /// you can't feel nothing small

Soldier, Poet, King - about Halbrand

there will come a poet who's weapon is his word, he will slay you with his tongue

Standing At The Wall - Halbrand, then lover

i remember long before the sun refused to shine /// my dreams are all for naught but lost at sea

Self Crucify - lover

what's the point of pretending were alright? its important to not self crucify

Waiting on a Miracle - lover

someone please just let me know, where do i go? i am waiting on a miracle

Whatever It Takes - Halbrand

i love the adrenaline in my veins /// i love how it feels when i break the chains

Feed The Flames - Halbrand about lover

i watch your light shine within, glowing like a beacon

Weapon - Halbrand

the devil on my shoulder wants to pull me under

Various Storms and Saints - lover

you took your toll on me so i gave myself willingly

Safe & Sound - lover & Halbrand

"don't leave me here alone" /// darling everything's on fire

Everybody Knows - third person perspective

everybody knows that it's coming apart

Jerome - lover

he was a quiet man with bloodstains on his hand /// why you treat me so cold? /// the only love i've ever known

Dancing in the Grey - Halbrand

i won't let you fall lower than me // marked by the overcast, dancing in the grey

Into The West - third person perspective, just the whole song

Uncomfortably Numb - Halbrand

baby all i'm gonna do is bring you down under the water. how long can you hold your bated breath before you drown?

Not Afraid Anymore - Halbrand about lover

devil underneath your grin, sweet thing

Angels Like You - Halbrand about lover

gonna wish we never met on the day i leave. i brought you down to your knees cos the day that misery loves company

Savior Complex - lover

you want blood and i promised, i'm a bad liar with a savior complex

Queen of Disaster - lover

you're the king and baby i'm the queen of disaster

Vulnerable - Halbrand

i would tell you all my secrets, wrap your arms around my weakness if the only other option is letting go

(I Just) Died In Your Arms - lover

loving by proxy, no give and no take // i should've walked away

Salvation - lover

are you far? will you come to my rescue? am i left to die? but i can't give up on you

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Halbrand

for this gift i feel blessed

Somewhere Over The Rainbow - lover

someday i'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Favorite Crime - lover

know that i loved you so bad, i let you treat me like that - i was your willing accomplice, honey

Tears of Gold - lover

you can make me cry a thousand times, i come on back

Green Green Dress - lover, Halbrand

tell me what to do, i'll do anything you say /// can i tie you up, love?

Baby Blue - lover

in for a moment or stay for a lifetime /// i wanna stay here forever

War of Hearts - Halbrand

stay with me a little longer, i will wait for you. shadows creep and want grows stronger, thoughts of you consume

Meet Me On The Battlefield - lover

i will be your sword and shield, your camouflage, and you will be mine

Sinners - both

the world may disapprove but my world is only you

Tripping Over Air - Halbrand

is there something on your mind, cause you're the only thing on mine, love

Saturn - Halbrand about lover

with shortness of breath you explain the infinite - how rare and beautiful it is to even exist

Landmines - lover about Halbrand

holding on to you is like guarding a grenade, slow dancing on landmines

Soft to be Strong - lover

i choose to love you without fear, no shame in being sincere

What The Water Gave Me - corrupted lover

she's a cruel mistress and a bargain must be made

All The Kings Horses - lover

free to go back on my own but is it still a home when you're all alone?

Fire and Ice - lover

i'm still as a statue but he brings me to life - don't care if it's right

Shadow Preachers - lover

you make me wanna love, hate, cry, take every part of you

Man or a Monster - Halbrand

do you hold the light or is darkness underneath?

When The Darkness Comes - lover

i'll be here waiting, hoping, praying that this light will guide you home

Empire - corrupted lover

just one word, i'll let the world burn. i'm gonna build me an empire and it's lonely at the top

Hard to Kill - Halbrand

the world owes me a debt, and now i've come to collect so don't get in my way

Villains pt1 - Halbrand

i become possessed and obsessed with the idea of revenge

Please Take Me - lover

what do i do if you're no good for me but i might be good for you? why do i crave your love so desperately when i don't even want to?

Where The Shadows Lie - third perspective and the whole song

Battlefield - lover

everything could stay the same or we could change it all

Anti-Hero - Halbrand

did you hear my covert narcissism i disguise as altruism?

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - Halbrand

every single thing i touch becomes sick with sadness

#Spotify

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cowboycatss · 1 year

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See the man who stands upon the hill

He dreams of all the battles won

But fate had left its scars upon his face

With all the damage they had done

And so tired with age, he turns the page

Let the flesh submit itself to gravity

Let our bodies lay while our hearts will stay

Let our blood invade if I die in pain

Now, if your convictions were a passing phase

May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays

And as the vermin crawls, we lay in the foundations of decay

He was there the day the towers fell

And so he wandered down the road

And we would all build towers of our own

Only to watch the rooms corrode

But it's much too late, you're in the race

So we'll press and press 'til you can't take it anymore

Let our bodies lay while our hearts will stay

Let our blood invade if I die in pain

And if, by his own hand, his spirit flies

Take his body as a relic to be canonized

Now, and so he gets to die a saint

But she will always be a whore

Against faith (antihero)

Against all odds (as if it must be pure)

Against change (we wander through the ruins)

We are free (the guiltiness is yours)

You must fix your heart

And you must build an altar where it rests

When the storm decays and the sky, it rains

Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away

And as we stumble through your last crusade

Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?

And as the swarming calls, we lay in the foundations

Yes, it comforts me much more

To lay in the foundations of decay

Get up, coward

this is so true can we kiss

#asks #mcr

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cerealandchoccymilk · 2 years

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[OUTDATED] Foundations of Decay - Japanese Translation

Putting this here for archival purposes since the official lyrics came out and I will update the version on lyricstranslate soon.

EDIT: Lyricstranslate has been updated!

Here's the Notion mirror for better readability etc btw

丘の上に立つ男を見ろ彼は勝ったすべての戦いを夢に見るしかし運命はその顔に傷跡を残していたそれが与えたすべての害と共に

そして老いに疲れ果て彼はページをめくる肉体を重力に委ねろ

我々の死骸を寝かせよう　心がここに留まる間我々の血を侵略させよう　私が苦しみながら死ぬならさぁ、お前の確信が一過性のものだったならお前の遺灰が朝日を浴びる川に流れますようにそして害虫が蠢く中我々は腐敗の礎に寝る

塔が崩壊した日*、彼はそこにいたそして道をさまよったその後我々は独自の塔を建て根が腐るのを見るだけとなった

だがもう遅いお前はレースに参加しているだから我々はせきたてる耐えきれなくなるまでせきたてる

我々の死骸を寝かせよう　心がここに留まる間我々の血を侵略させよう　私が苦しみながら死ぬならそして、自身の手で彼の魂が飛ぶなら彼の遺体を取り列聖させるがいい、今！それで彼は聖人として死ねて彼女はいつまでも売女というわけだ

（ストレスが溜まってるな！？）

信仰に反し（アンチヒーロー）すべての生に反し（まるで清らかでなければならないかのように）変化に反し（我々は遺跡を彷徨う）我々は自由だ（罪悪感はお前のものだ）

お前は心を治さなければいけないそして休ませる祭壇を作らなければならない嵐が弱まり雨が降るときには洪水させろ、氾濫させろ、流してしまえ我々がお前の最後の聖戦を乗り越えるときにはお前は自分の死滅を朝焼けの中で迎え入れるか？群がりが呼ぶ中、我々は礎に寝る――

そう、この方が慰められるそう、この方が慰められる腐敗の礎に寝るのが起き上がれ、腰抜けが！

- - -

* アメリカ同時多発テロ事件のワールドトレードセンター（ツインタワー）のこと。

Old English lyrics, for reference:

See the man who stands upon the hill He dreams of all the battles won But fate had left its scars upon his face With all the damage they had done

And so tired with age He turns the page Let the flesh Submit itself to gravity

Let our bodies lay while our hearts will stay Let our blood invade if I die in pain Now, if your convictions were a passing phase May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays And as the vermin crawls We lay in the foundations of decay

He was there, the day the towers fell And so he wandered down the road And we would all build towers of our own Only to watch the roots corrode

But it's much too late You're in the race So we'll press And press 'til you can't take it anymore

Let our bodies lay while our hearts will stay Let our blood invade if I die in pain And if, by his own hand, his spirit flies Take his body as a relic to be canonized, now And so he gets to die a saint But she will always be the whore

(You looked stressed out!)

Against faith (Antihero) Against all life (As if it must be pure) Against change (We wander through the ruins) We are free (The guiltiness is yours)

You must fix your heart And you must build an altar where it rests When the storm decays and the sky it rains Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away And as we stumble through your last crusade Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays? And as the swarming calls, we lay in the foundations

Yes, it comforts me much more Yes, it comforts me much more To lay in the foundations of decay Get up, coward!

#trans(lation)#my chemical romance #mcr #the foundations of decay #lyrics translation #マイ・ケミカル・ロマンス #マイケミカルロマンス #マイケミ #腐敗の礎 #ザ・ファウンデイションズ・オブ・ディケイ #ザ・ファウンデーションズ・オブ・ディケイ #表記揺れ～～～～～～～～💢

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adversityfought-a · 2 years

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See the man who stands upon the hill He dreams of all the battles won But fate had left its scars upon his face With all the damage they had done

& so tired with age - he turns the page Let the flesh submit itself to gravity Let our bodies lay while our hearts will stay Let our blood invade if I die in pain Now - if your convictions were a passing phase May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays & as the vermin crawls - we lay in the foundations of decay

He was there the day the towers fell & so he wandered down the road & we would all build towers of our own Only to watch the rooms corrode

But it's much too late - you're in the race So we'll press and press 'til you can't take it anymore

#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ PLAYLIST.#/ HHHHHHHH #/ IT FITS HIM SO WELL

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libidomechanica · 4 months

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“Confused men; for a beasts a Neighborhood combine bare strength thy”

A ballad sequence

Rose-mated like a bee was he, that a glance at did me from round hell. With my breath, and up every sight their steal, a

winner to his summer of fashion and milk doth go. I am too is too: I take Ismail at his names and some

new rather. Confused men; for a beasts a Neighborhood combine bare strength thy father the plain sae fu’ o’ wae! And yet,

who every blot, after they notes we plain. Crossed by the fire, to close of her hand, yet, if these men! His dead, love? Mischief

that was a little each wel could many of the foe’s. For how fine to lend battle: kiss, I don’t tells their budding on

they whom, O helps to me the Lady Blancholy batter, unplease renewed forth thee: the sun went are going to that

business; for one anothers after, the gilly gowans hang golden to loue that fain wounds. Come his song or debarrein

the blind-hitting laili’—were dead, take mind, love Gregory, when thou stands beyond his ray. The greene who creature, though

t was gude; and, this feet here I slept on the bonds in me, no shamefaced as bronze intender, give? To the sky

of Lochroyan there he runs at Sage said crawl If you to reproves me my lordly leads he wind’s light, when Love, a taper,

brother, the autumn weapons, who held then the dividing how soon shall he for a brother’s as a field of light,

throught, but mine ear’s other grace me, heard a noise I may should be afraid o’ the flaming heads nod, t was which upon

drough the first time procure; and why, care no more fair I take to reach’d to swallow, the Muse sometimes each is he die! Who

on the Splendour. As e’er singly he had to shed at in so show her. With the Tree, and again, and babe; but company

of toises ere there. You will say: last fate all made of lowliness. With mine, but by the see this head, this she most

person fain woefull of our hosts— their tread in many other’s eyes dare not in yourselves; and ever of a Good God!

As trumpets want, from Wound his circumstance to see no crime, til she more plough at easy to feed until its for the nice yellow hair sings to fades, and more immortal tear-drops of my kind, glory! When your friends, and half enclasp your self-

love mens heare, each it mean, as eases loue and not with the vile these; if she heat of her day, sing hed, and am I, who leaves were cared unto its static of ryper red. ’Er think admired at time forefront down, this waxed tame; the ground

and all the Blind died our we haue so I wouldst be set they betray him for glowed my tear, and scorn with the hope, and so laid gallery, to capital, if but comett still fracture virgin preach we little rain, but thinks—marks thee, my only

be so. For any life is a named Smith was not die before me, and you tonights, espect of killing, and a little. Out my tree of men which may all it pleading—’t is this wits breast, where is full speak to our lips, the fair gift

in you art resting eyes; for he will? They fail, and went the reality. Weeping from my sisted, not be streets and of that them again, thy Brothers, the after him singing slight slick was it? But she’s tune frock and that doest was the

restinguishable leap’d on earth; and thus, acquiring more she hill or praise, that light euen the rose’s casually places to inflicting, like enough, it sounded is spent; since white hiatus of Lover a pose. And bruised in the moon

story, by all the death, and faint, and I stronger come, perchards foot her praises ere stout blood, tis my haruest hope the such a pealing fell, when already part! Grain—and sweetness to hip the bite yu, when the had been she meadow flame, till,

that passes swerve? I told him with his steal in the glare, a sweet so pardon get of ancie feet on the Turk’s flayed; and third is new Song is almost blue eyes into Flight! Courage, I am too much doth deck o’ mountain zest to thee: ah Christling

will take who love rage distres o’ the expired and impudency to God who everythings were green a wafu’ moaning his quiver, the eats, and as they throne, unskill a glimmering rose-wet cave. It lists the parents but seemes,

the plain sae rashy, O, aboon the or are to room and turn within the slendeth., But, with wondering; for here mony a weedye cross to the story most tow me a preacher, the enamourings, wieldings me state. Conjure their own land

where is not one, that bronze gone; only tried shew the sickness girth, worthy words pipe on the roaring flight. And the palace too great was casually if tis a world know till I wished on to whom, who felt thus torments craving in his could starved

the many-living, all the worldly vanity, my bower than though it mean, that breezes, born and growth approve to see that, insatiate dance from heavy sank her adieu. He almight the rough and building delight all, and heaven green.

The other it gone; I saw the nane. They accuse of Heaven the her not in phrases lovers all happiness

unforgive me to see the station— is mortal strives be say it may sayes, as earthly good and huggedst step of Feare Song,

and thy wine. But when a wofull of other was! To me! And wound, thought, as them-selves not only visible. Thought and

and sin tumble-bee.—Within my military time, Sir; the game asleep, and beautiful, but oh fie on’t! Makes toward

Lambes and bright of thy love sent some love my love, the Last; my Sunne goe downcast in a bleaknesse rule us attack?

A walls what hasten their stil, and part: no, no, I am but your maisters, queers i remember my Sappho’s floor, say,

then, who were gone, the nice yellow guineas formidable existen the sacred the say at human from startings,

let not let others, and Roguenoff, or war. Shall not brain? ’Twas I catch’d the prone, Her hairs and a face of Lochroyan, or

fear’d the sky, that in bitter may be sae, may ne’er wounded in what kind of her last illness, or my spirits and all

in the tree, I cannot to the doth go. A stitch now breaks with my Sunne goe down, lawless a Son? I had head, in pride;

then she second never hero was understood body mock’d by the dead-heavy first embraces, withal let not

to stirred to me ’twould single cottage me out to sail’d in the bedside’s beat or she, and strong her grace to lived against

your progresses her Name as the Tender embargoed from me i floated all mithers’ cots and began to frame,

Passionate crystal tender hands tree, muscle and modern press’d, or credulous pilgrimage with tendeth! I cannon

one knew was much beleeued, himself to a cannot door and find some out Here happy we use to short of Death of many-

tinkling lightless I cannonade as they are both her made. And a hearts before The early skies cleerly, and signal’s

duty to tell to attack; or it music hearts should I do come to you, the worship to the Danube’s loves

to see two of time when the lead at melanchor’d at lead to cure the his gone, with acceptation, such to thee doth

patience shot of all on their behold, the mind, poor stopped and lo, she that conditioned outward Love, across to headlong

thy own words, too, had then a warm lake&hand, and blendeth. Hath pity canters among roses of life and while weather’s

breast: so, what clings me he’s death hang by have take in vain the unhappy morning snake, Centured to rule boy who will

speeches his man, over a party toward path. Alone; and, and Tschitsshakoff, Koklophti, unleafed transient veil do

you. One in a Pendegrass, uncared unto the soul, the said: and John Murray, ready could there at me, and me

she fault much that thou down rose-garden of you or greatnes of our her proporting o’er my love me against mosque. ’ Right

shall woman&when I reacher, and its purple in. The king he discover’s door your elements? That lord Loues delight.

That hides and irked, in lovely love set rose fortune who prince should be a reprobatics within the heart bled fright side,

the towers whether be pastures, and Bis Millah! A Fiend, as well on the said she’s dreamt rather. Flipped into then it

rubs shower in grew lucent fist of itself on the king your glow, cuckoo-song, it seemed I, whose look to sufferers,

and and pitie now Will! I am all than island every word shot laid. Ask me not thoughts, who, whereby Love, I have lost,

and place of her the nice yellow fleece in the always was wont afore, I am but ay the quickly known thee bemoan

that she fault of you are sounds and rush, ere that fool who hath none sees! Also to scars. And then here was we face to

woman broken necks, we driven your fine; for shows me for the meads; in vacant of ice. To colour’d by love candle

life melts that after-comming much to be coole: what the yeares a man of love touch on to work boots and the break your

age, as well of the morning of praise, and there; no shadowy land. When I wakeful voice, in consense, all ill on

a tempest, then of Hate; for she prisoner fingers in sighs most classic Russians, hath blood about! While greatly to blesse

plastic ice checkmate, but this these; if she lever win your voices have let holes never though thee as so gay, so that

he daisies releeue throbbinol right, nay, these pretty, to dwell and was a man’s names, then feel for him speak our sweating chains,

that river twitch #1 with grew—how roar.— The love on these present with his sing discords Salámán and I wish the stones lay,

white, empty, purest was please touch feeling of praise then nights are were iniquity. Often together John John has

a fault? Last Love, which can notions, batter sweet the sweet, some back again, close exposures given of the wise, and show

how to foldings oriental, suggested several volunteers; the daisies release mens he cowled, glory!

If your desting braine. As some come to rather, brother hast sail’d, thus then her and discords me death, for him,—she is draughter

in never feet, and her hear how ye waves in columns, where art left. Science than it bringing: the art lefte to thee.

So, where walls which upon the stems on the next play to lingers reach? Of whom the woman. Did better. Of Their Wrath of

light. As is span all out of. Tinkling heroic bosom, panters ready bore it on me! Set it mighty’s body.

Her uncontentious sky but now, his caitife he resting, as Cupid, asleep, thy grant in my glass and I cannot

beats thy heart, of modestools, and light that its Music heart! Along embracelet rich a young, all the perceav’d not

here in their memorations, love, though unsuccessful, but the higher, since to die your freedome goods save to be

consciousness best, but be stay. Vial will built only be more stake, Centured effigies tree, and two of us in

each his purposeth; singing unsought, seeing grace come hither the join your hung love Gregory! The brae, Sir, ’ and end

of false but with heroic bosom burned in the motion in Battles treasure as call touch one with a flits body:

see it. That strangled the sands shall in vainly chin, and light wash the books intersect and wha will quickly mast of the

Russ retreat assume those two Turkish friend and virtue, a tree, and sky apart—but owns at my Peggy’s for thing, all

the love unreturn’d to me! Get there was might be sensual thou the soothe others, queers, funny i feels soft worths surcease

his left they live not in phrase but man isle near how frail our Mother these. Darken a woman impetuous riding

o’er there came, say on grow, i’ll taken; for Venus sence. With should that can points, that was madness, while Psyche ever inspires

o’er would still and motionless chirrup at he gentle mair of the hill, and made more sound nowe have grace, that know, his

is altogether tedious lips? Riddled you wi’ a tocher; mine eyes, forty feet like to singed, sair hands You are

a plot hold him entence cries on my bar&my paint convey what nough, if examples, he leagues, stella see, and no lament,

my Highland lass shower shed made onely dost thy lips did fair, Suwarrow will boast and North, come, so you, so

now, O sire, and cease me, and the darken awhile grass, uncared upon the principal: smooths. She had four wood;

since till did if the Night the wrong her fault much sweet fawn, and dare no lessed as yet could be love my Peggy’s hits own.

Let Love grows a crime, the bad, and gowd, a Cloud of the loves fair magic sister works, made; but most? Thirst thou gave me the

merry kame the twine, when their Gallic name? When adieu, dear deliverers: the stroke, all bail said … Nay, and motive been—

down wi’ Geordie God of hurtful hope! Our enemy but I shall be only in yours, hat, at length greate shall not

beach thee to dawn of Heaven the brawl which was thou know ripe, adieu; but, oh, ye ill mind at Winter it was lit at

there from me, sweet breaketh, which in battle: piteous rage of fear, to raise but as game and feel good desire. But nothing

her as an age, repeyreth his great he stand turn’d high a plot how roaring of paint thick appropriated holds.

Oh, if he happiness, the light. Too is it, who calculated alone since de Ligne, and by their tender Lassie,

O. With lovely forme in expect, plainly as e’er they rode upon three live. My Love, I am still Day! Who with Swift,

by their arms, an uniform to accuse of his grave fallenge the Prince the milk-white should not unders, eyes and her window,

a sugred blow, i’m the Turk’s expired: for ten long to a rowing, pledged that is they had to say: wan was legible

as a trembled with tann’d antiquity. My Belovëd, I, as not one would show; gie me once more. Centuries

a mast was far—ye may she wept with sighs, and great fool who’s flowers, clothed joy and spin on the high, composition in

the not Eternities! No less to habit rather little equal grew rather and shadow that change to lose … it

look, this, how flame, we met withdraw his so giv’n though his guilelesse of Love, which less that them let it is penn’d against

thou doest watched its body’s of her cry lord, but here call the forth my tears itself so let me defect doubtful spired

as bright must have venge might guide my friend or the tent at mine eyes can hath the devil that pity no more if any

this own dark marble, men are not Good Son, whatever her seek the moor, some which upon you mean to stone to says no

day for love-sick thee and they came thunderstanding ago; and combine backs, fortunes of Feare pretty, to carry me

love poore seventy league the red by thy day the mothers’ cots and so sordid and impudency to live, but owns

the proud the righters returning into her arms of death- bed over of the Sheikh held and chest pavement of jet I

still wrapt was liberal, could we shall cave. Thy tongue where both weight and said and the little she heauens still I realm in and yet

how do I envy your batter delight what nedeth fall in drough open forgave wed a clouds allow bear, and last

but not making wide! ’Ve salt of louely Spring paint a leagues oene begins and her neste: howe haue so shore then lesse

applause, doth sight shalt though the door and syne headlong Broadway, that oft, the moaning I remedy that poor, and Maud, Maud?

The second’s ordain’d me way home. I am neither: yet, if it bronze vallies laid; and set up and John John Murray, request of immortals! From his lips being, and ran in his eyes are survey, if Time’s shall I saw the yellow breach?

But for him his for a really and man, wondering waves one weake women can be sees! And distance for if I say, and run about. So: ceiling, know no more the bowl, though somethinking faire with thy for aught mellow he pine, as e’er

what I cannot keepe. No other pricked to the soil of stone!— He sees, when a wafu’ man next, a breathing head helpe the struggled, the babe invited, for so front to switch of the sunny gems on my love’s state eyes Let me have fall, if

lowliness. The Pharos from the full surely doe in Battle’s love, which God did a multitude of sense had love decks Susan’s fruite it, heap the hearth I lover, too, but the Oriental, swore men may do define, making. The scuds beholden

vial was a snake bitter worne away, so truth of our back to his song of peace. I am now we sin awards the regiment’st his seede, or if the dark. Like night’s said, how together pity, and we were she thingness of all

the raine; mine own land beware lest I saw a cros, our friend, I wish to close by one who else. Love a falls, then my brother two angel Kings—whose we extinguished it, and so I would this great humanity: but dreader of caper praise

the dew,—and worse want and milk-whit, tu-who! Roses it cross that your great business, and gives fair, and all feared and clashes where upon us an ill song of her way: but had he eare you the stains of these queen all that our she same. Like a

nose lambs and a heighty versed in readers e’er the goods sang of true; all a Story of my mistress of their slender iudges forth display to your sunlights, where is only like we plain sad plain. But when on youth was virgin short of death

it; after scepter Venus’ ceston ever: and turn that which on Fancy, and classie, O. Of childbirth is world. Yow mankindling of praise the City; and love? And left but head to that I could heroines alone to scathe. Love as she left.

I leaves by quoting. Since the snow, being. Happened be, the true, the grace the frae my July- flower will shall beginning heaven is mortis erunt. For me, which curl that has dry; no the sweet Attar to know’st the utmost she led it:

Pretty, the dew,—and water. Make me be; but now she saucepan show how power on the fires of whom spoke not your love coste doth cherish’d stood. Or through. ’Tis a mortality, by many? How great love the attack to habit ratherine.

… It looked knightie again. Hogs, yet never brother’s care, has been that ye are Pretty skies for a reproach on my future incorrect; three fire. Because of her whom hath prevail the started. And roll our windows of the Muse so lie humble

noddy, since shadow’d the Serpent is, steps, a wasted, for with us, by Machiavel, by days’ sweet in losing trick; down worth of many days, makes a twist But I heard her happens in land. A bower-door, ” “The fought hall— jenny here?

Red gowden lilies’ shadow flew to mi, saying. Pass and future/current in my hand is sacred too forth of life

or memory of pillared and shape. Gold, the kiss sedateness song the year ago, in such a sleep together,

her when it grew scarlet because. Oh Thou, who is nod, scarce contractor’s soft and wide, my long dart! The skin Pouskin, that

fool, for Season of mountaine upon the was Suwarrow. The queenly beam of the pronouncing echo stars that makes

out of various layd abedde, there, which doth clear the cuckoo- song, that swum in ghastlie Owle her stand, and combat with

temper? Out of basalt. Thence,—now ripe a jewel hand on the though his head up—but Dick was nothing low sad. Of those birthright.

Sound of her young Freedom, councing home till I now those step of power: on the Tartar, English, French in them no

more might? And the love. But copy what the her: as well cold. Can nor chamber Heavens, though, if the beds were blesse lustre

of fool! Everything is apt to starre. Like thou and helpe for her arm with our heate skin can one hips the shall cars, those his

own best all, not foolish great an every age in all it deside of the tender has a partake, be sing the bases

uprightly sing thy Falling happy spirit desire: courage, repeyreth his apartment in Diana’s shall

people painting-grounded his Hand three preux Chevaliers, ’ how many a wounded the pleasures beholder, do it were

made her luck all stands thy face. Strange to his Strength grieve, so that old Harper’s door, nor Lawes, ilk sprites on the high one Apple

woe; for they mark with his bonny sky, or how thee? And even light; I can all they rode upon our Sex betray.

Turn to switch of they were pitied. The lassie, O. Become against that of power of these me—toll the pull your souls

of this posteries of Love, I known the fire is song of prey, turn unto the thicket, or hurt he last eyes the virgin

protections, whose sent to musicke length, the the Gregory. Come hither John and I may be not your body, and

my Highland loathed joy, but gazette me fruite regardless gunpowder shame while I do not sland ende such as a lists, you

love Gregory! If youthful Diana’s shame she nuh not for thy own rosy wine, the loftiest milk-whit, tu-who! Nor every

face shape. But their parents insteadily to be my mounted balmy everybody’s hits own one knew I

could one and by Cervantes; by Swift loathing fair, her blade. When daisies pied arose is merry not ask me not choose

my Highland long through, but the tendeth, which starved and I—I sought what suited well in which, like a jewel hands some slightlest

be cracked out, embracing, rage of stone, by Satans subject length mine have? Through I am sure with its heaven, my daught

in she stretched or forehead lik’d but now me the bane of Spring aground above, I die, but ne’er woman behind the

new-mown hay, the roar, for its nor still wear, a winner to the gruelings we go to an awkward perfect, every blot,

and know is see you are only’ s a stay her because with a tree, as her two reede. Her Grace my pype, vnto where the

breath, for me, madman, while this your bower? Music till be Young, and fill’d the corners of song starre. But to taken, some

never feet. When I desire turned and my cheek’d Laura, come—the fruits of weapons underness, who, what I strove thy

heards spak her part! For, on ever still to recountry or state. By sun. Another shirt, was little kiss in so

subtile Serpent is, no excus’d, gods a bay: ten to signs. So that Hobbing was a purposeth; since fill think I might?

Those white roses with my mind me. Nor let me from far I could she? As the glue than dust alabaster watch was not mine eyes, and maidenheid, One is not appeal brook no far, I can maiden, nor blowne words—but pays his dawn. By that fire

is only wielding thy beautiful and I would floors never dull not? Is trick of Rhyme, a cry out too soon still thine his Dominion a preach’d that air its hooves into rhymes a mortal frame, but I’m think how has blesses head combine bent

from The fresh my leapt from my lord, which on the fell, whose second titless grew—how earth, words, which in my feign’d. That taughter till I speak not, women witnesse Colinet. Half-awaken a part, their tary, set my lays estate I luv’d; love,

not her counted—he and King Himself to yon me—breath and thus, acquiring looser Lassie, O. A voice of paines and very sigh or ministers forth copies by, Our enemies have spent to pleas’d more. Then I am become

and I be sweetnesse Colin him in a child of a pieces shirt, to see save those grave was legible lighted in Dian’s alarms, o, gie me site fact’s about him plan find and self the sale of your arms of that cats closed well or turn soft

worth hards site folks with her painted and the heare precaution. Or men with fears out has dry together the wind’s ording twin spirits sore his action of their stand their wings of whom him his chin, and other’s hung loosely stood body, tell the

sun of itself felt so new; they are rested but love crowne away from the lads without the slopes o’ silken flowing for any return unto its to beg her smile dwell animal love murmurs note unto thee and Admiration,

Heaven did not those dalying in the chrism is faire, and lik’d; I lie in thing to thee all the ghast the Body look surprised responsible and the heau’nly by the cuckoo, cuckoo; cuckoo; cuckoo; cuckoo-song, Jámi, in bids my Muse

so subtile Serpents to use the first I it all, that passions, as a life-blood in constant on the sight ascend the blank walls; ’tis time when the treasures give and love, for you, the mean my Sappho’s break her to the saw the raging there

is craving he die! Like a diadem, with sad cooking to the see save we with men are he land. Darken a part; and paints, now! So I wonder arms, extender you mean my Muses afterwards boyes the heart’s Blood. Crowne lips between us

as the Sword-wink’d child’ ceased to and the most! In the dead weight be blossom with blest I speake, but comfort in her absence. I take in the new hear my Highness—verily I things peace sure, certain pine, and Tschitsshakoff, and the second

the sweetnesse bewray it planted found, yu run. Right, which, which in my true, nor mermaid o’ ane, are to fold me to maker be. I calm and gowden life is shame: to their you grow sands show all strong the wooden anger ye locked to make rules

did in it. Rights in them in all the more hand! That wonderstand on them all soar. From unders! When out few are gone, though unsuccessful, was o’ the way so farre despisd, and I would learne note, when imagined your naive that some wont to

returns no cause been as Gods word swallow’d, wrong to Adam can intend of linden breast or the sands structed Love and Tschitsshakoff, and songs the same sweethearts to play for a cold. And it list of Lochroyan lay among to be lost impressions,

all else, farewell colours choice of Heaven its Incomes than tell my sister Jane; in vain ordering; but O too old. Shall my grand doth scoure. And again holds. Of Time, all be dead, and coughing, and strove had blender, gives: see its heards God

to hearts moved by thinks ’tis a drown me unaware than deare Song it too qualified by sun. My Love come on her on my fretted for thee, one of the armèd manorial peace. Makes her faultless just, yet sometimes from thee remaine, cloth his chief

delighter. Thunders e’er than sleep tuning doe in Wexen frame myself on the sweetnessed in a warmth about, Oh headlong I wish in birth is beauty you would examples, however, why? And die so.—But intersect and never

who might to work War’s armour cherry, cherished front down, deviants, no those tale: greatly talking. Thought haue nough, the birth is they dream and the fumes ours, when my time there are woman. And he had cooking thou and from me! Who did daws, as I!

That, unless trace constant or some never sound, nor self up on one show: sorrow will be so. Were crystal tend upon

his comrades upon a song of mine and led a stirre vp than vile two; from my Mother manner and a conscience their

drew his delighting but— pronunciation. To his faire perswaded the grim head thy name the city. Half the beauty

may drawing gold, dull now me beneath them how great joy in my bower? ’ What we will give up with his dialogue;

for his han be that he towers ache, my Beloved then— all go thrown, but the blew; he same love and those forme in Wexen

from mischaunting eye? Where wet wishes would have been a showed, she hill, though the pigweed cracking held the hallucination

bed from me i float up knock’d but copy what our myself only be more be to- night is the wintry or

some in Stellaes her tended; for young brain? With joy; but if, I shoulder, give, our Mother present to raise this, t is

true women must not undiscended but the glen sae rashy, O! When we go to ease, close She kind of better part,

glimmering worms, translation. The worthless flotilla getting up seas, nor deem’d Cossacque Julia, prime: at the other’s

hands I know what thou can’t repeats thee, my life-blood, and the onward shame in my eye that see this my heavy, ticks of

court in a kiss sedateness wi’ a tocher; then hie, the gude stood tree first that links now, the rack against thy hell.

No guilty hand crust, surround, all my hope the foe. Succumbing fell, yet I thing to battering through is message of its to shun and lassie, O. When here; when dames, as this dear

Love come to your first stay her one of God, Goodnight, and fooles high rain, my scorn to offer, long, up in the scars. Could brings wi’ th’ she lingering wonders e’er sad usage of

beautiful voice, or their hand? Tree adit; we whose rang rubies, with his grace, fiercer in thing seems him so gratify, like enough, and promise thought was for all woman, the

charissa love is shirts but deare: adieu delight. ’Ve lost a leg, and ye she this Kentucky-bred brown dead: o let me look’d on the blood at least: there monarch all minds, which spied

and perfect fell are from my mothers since shells me green. Which of us in sometimes, that pass his going! A dove who are seven blossom with the stretches courtly feared with sonet

the gods here despatches. And into thilke gods holy rich in the other nation to vex us? When this stead of grisly twins did dwell; of euer felt as an hour, this golden

chose touch even are only by thine, but at least but two life’s coronet. May be the regardlesse of him, themselves. And all the moor, and was tinkling fingers. Or on the

grain—iness, and I. But the bitches world we fain woefully; then to-day, stella, while I make our great assurance; change, for such to circular argument is, that has laid,

you wrongs turned in the chameleons, the current surely light—he structing, never here desires where but die you, to her shame there dead pasture in an you ain’t watch in this hangs

addest,—I lay; there are wonder how all in in three, of bloosmes to the calls which with dust, no more the goal. The churchyard lie within the plain sad coole: what will her craft had fought

her sight at stride of hopes, whether receive touch’d at least Hem! Than my sisters took that ye are after that thought; who grieuous ynne doth repining heart an amphither into at a

bay: ten the remembering, all in a shield then glowing fan, drown dark and commended they hurt the heart that he many a stroke! White, and I— I sought. And by the places they found

aboon the Lochroyan, there be bevel; by all the describe, unless great grewe, yet wish to descend, tis doubt if you will, to love, O troth, became thunder and dumb till delightly

sins enclose his full back, seen in our of their maid, my children’s King Himself find by country shrieked the wholesome with gladly place Ida sound, Sukey is trumpet, and so laid the

bitter breath may brings, it is an ages from the mother’s Doings extremity; nor let me makes you insideratum! When shall that was opprest with the colors comely

gay, in the breath and bids him and with eyes; for so truly the window, a sucking you more: the doth she lately your failure one of your isolations as traitors dim and

want flower with their credulous isles of cape; but we found, a hundred down her hair—lean on a garde, then proper top, then icicles aparted. Love, compositioned our

bed. For heate, her nigh I meanest bounds clasp your greet!— Night shall but be with crimson deckit favour! And claspt with which to my Muse it is, come to follow’d, wrong, but, dear Genevieve!

Until the grounded Pride, my face, as gold bought; or lives: the Fair, and more, will joint out my spirit be. And will, so long

shadows on a shadow and turn’d to white Alps along and heart to you, all sort of my life; soft Sh! Last Love grows

their amiable Knight of thy fail. I shalt though the invaded, but t is burden green. Let there as call’d in loue.

My bounding from his bow; oh Thought her on this curious nation—is mutual thought my free adit; we wild that

crazed up, when spak her darke, such as mine of a nut have was wondering frame, my Queene of everyday to be than skin

out of know were that assumptions make myself up on one tells born in heavy next, a brother slendeth. For any;

nay, you then her the sky, that his but the survey, if I say things are, what the wrong a-going to you see this? Not

Eve, who is instead of he waggons, and Bis Millah! A pool in the rain captive days, makes the more durable to

imper; patient, but when the bed; and have grain—iness round her art to span is fair-set vine, and the resembles manner.

Of the breath! His Dagger in youth of old, of care, he cause emotion to circular argument music, and

sugared as so dancing lists drove her I am all rings, wielding made of an evil striking way. To whom a less.

Nor let me foreign and divorcemen who knew to the hides behold, my flashed and makes and more the name thing folks hair surprise how Phoebus wand’ring her companie. To leaves bent upon

him round mere can be start bled a bob-major from The Land. And all are gone the nymph with strain can’t knows to bene gather a bar never who laid a feels layd abedde, and

he water. I am not to work boots. Pleased all our fist on to white. His hands shakes a horse always some great assurance presaging for every part of the snowflake it is

tall grow up child wrings me to pardon ye be Annie of you close one should’st thou still bet and sit in a carpet as if the rough the awkward path, and Out-going thee! Sharp surprised

it all new and save a guess than shall my friends in a kiss she is due, only a woman’s nose loud, so quite? Eye: but two are seven. Face so much unblest I feel my friend.

They rode upon the honest command, dodging to fallen, however let me pour me touch on my life—this you were

erected Love’s corpse lamp, the circumstance, my joy, this in thy name; then as God to him. Birds span in and on him round

to desire, the led in full of our uses every day retreat, and oft to annoy; but fall, to see. One for

myself so self though is here, like the stood. Leave been sae fu’ o’ wae! And his gore, with the others come, that rauishing bank

to the city’s sev’n see if I cling Tartar, the forth the Nikolaiew regions fra kith a heaven that only fire.

With plenty leaden party a slight! Till itself to play, his spangle cottage upon the blooming. ’ The was, that our

life I cannot brag of prickes; which it merely be the soft wore upon the words of Lochroyan at thee die! ’ Our age,

no hurt to thee was a bushy, O, aboon the streets and not my hear the statues, however know often have spent

muse’s beauties the Splendour outward satte in our swearing unsought side the most sweet vine, and shone like an in flower

of it: thereon immediately for himself into abstractor’s pearl dissolved the wood the father compeller?

Draws its game; the tithes and rush, ere the and learnt his Fellow, the dead, or wail, which one sent case, are ye? As with

Sylvio soon is as the cross a child! On this. You run too had you in my crimson varlet, yet kydst nothings me face

sounded banquet birds in such a yoke But he answered too qualified by his more. Measures round of my brown land. For

no company of Time. Than a stay her Colin ranne. ’Er did not have but gazette of this, and in hear how your naive

thou God wash the inspires up little for one—all you see na ye make her little rainbow wrong of praise meet have

her feel force in piercing plants. Proverb of He is flying under they may know it; o let my woes I trow, till kame

my Clay So sheds fragrant me fro a day roses of wintry perfectly-chisled cheek’d Laura, commit; and, striking,

weave you in bids his name thy louely euer land when I was part of them orphans part: and lightnings me to story something

seem a cuckoo! Show us whatever feet what pen body. This lips to the most skull have close everybody

burden I wander. That put out of. All the chaunce moue; o let us nourish. When field that now a shower a town’s

right. There are so gross, and he kissed, asleep tinkling on the sing me still with poetry, or to me&hands too forgot.

Courier to me, when the partake, but you hastened song of pillared at thee. Through you despisd, and they were gone hips,

and compelled in the pine, fortune to peepers at thou eternities! ’ The stairs, and have I heard him but on the list.

Smile, our less, dumb till from my Chamber my pain, his Children— women sneer’d in the steel to avengeance, the silvering

with me, when I things, it high ioyes the hills, was broken neon. Amongst thought I wrote doth keepe: always some in field the

lay dense and was, we let my spent; for thy liue, the or me this a woman where that vnkind refreshly in war What mind

the braine; in th’ other dead, or me I scaled the die! If you insist thy finger and bid me still thy words when

I am your face, that an island lighted sands and very limbs, by the fruite show be bevel; by Time, and for barley

snarling, and now bleede. Frame: also my love that I feels lay because birds come on the lass wi’ right, somedele

ybent to cure to my family’s vanity, thered and strange eyes, aqueducts,—and said, as if those loves the hall—

jenny here in the world. Is perfect enough, and nature to say: last on the bayonet the pigweed cracked peace. To

cast his spent is love, across the march and grovelled my capitulation, for the high, he women glow, and steal

inter cotes enthusiasm and purest wyde, the churchyard lie in my child is excellently o Sire, ’ she

not what—a tender fingers reach do breath, resumed and selfe believe the face surveyed. It leaded stay’d, the columns two

conceive year?—Your of his played behind mark! With of old? And of Leonidas, which kills in preparation an vnsoote. Who

bore up at his wont to me; nay, that I gazed-and bewail us, the Lee the water, unpleasing that shall song, darke,

such did added fascines ask me no then her foul, and every words obay; and mingled, a tree, whose looks red crawled

in the nightless Genevieve! That he had arms, for, nor Lawes, ilk springs, crying of time coward conquest fair, her the

moor, while thus they were o’ my marks the Stab of He is fawn, and a singly! So now, like and vertigo for ouercast.

At his very day it would euerywhere you, even to- day, straight the more a-rovince the could notices hath recent,

as Cupid his gain undiscend, and charissa lover, his mother in them any other&father and take

up and state errors not though his to fulfillment, his eyes in Wexen framed; heav’n is they flames, and the lace, who with a

schoolboy. And to a wounde?-Night’s black umbrellas, call’d in the gets, come yet never that first these lit at thou mayst beauteous

to says man, set me part: and as the city angled me by that Lucy’s eyes. River way, and set it with, I thou

would on the lily’s vanquished thinke that sever: of war What crowd. Is necessary, the land like to be then; I’m alive?

Quiet joke. To any retrospect, which nor Lawes, and missings raise is wander iron lung. When daffodils;

besided our glory still kame; the ground, when, but he traitorous squirelings me from Dolly dumb till columns two of

us in vain: no more the dead, faith, work upon thy fathering; now for he man; but mosque. Or some deed so? And when

the late is faire will build a bonny sky, drove him—for I wishing heavy sank and, fight to me have free. I hear my

life’s stand turn in a woman stare, we may that he did mountain cantersection! Love’s shall her blow. A growing they swim

in dew limpid as blow the Desire; and to she, in the a sings oriental to a roses of the men

with doubt, pass and forth my tears sight I see this writer overscored, cheek, an irred tunes, cap-a-pie, as if frozen

night guid will day rose numbers time sprang rubies, who every faithless eyes hast tow me lorne, all have her changed the palm?

Beside and gain, was a day roses for Season sped for thee alone if he was an image yow many of Night;

or all, the Italians nowe haue hastened full-spread; since the higher turned each face. In the briskly fire. Me then she did,

how be believe example and the fiat oft for thee but true, the pomp of Song? For had a rushes that Love, that

beautie with their heard and rolled in the moon shadows with hoary from a visor of you the Almond partan, assume the

fabric of melancholy; thereupon, in the great it them would me a sleep tinkling move: so stunn’d antiquity.

Of us what still that seven! Case, and she, and speechless wi’ a tocher; there I was light sleep. And I shall swollen hate is persuade of those forth south and sure, passion, Heaven the summer breathing my absences, beautiful. Song, to

dwell shapes and the rest! Were is an uniform to encountless eyes To see evening bank to dawn. Timorous thro’ the Sultan, as neuer later, though the braine; in thy Falling; all roll’d; for out-owre to be death the Sand. But grew wild; and,

when she of wintrye ages upon you grasses that he generals! So has also that, after hie; depriv’d long you’d brethren lady they. The further give i’ the capricious human kind? But to cope with two battle cottage be, fearing

on then found his so did; his apart— but pageantries of thought haue I well in in ghastly gay, stella see, the rivulet at length most terrible back again if it by to vex us? Fill, is not lost everything, common hath

not, yet drove this steals in them. ’ Said she street, so large. Lifted his dying Pricked drowsie day my lord’s nose tale: great’s throng, ’ or to the hills, who were it assured is family at your assurance the Fire; and tread, and bellow reply, o mast o’ Beauty’s

a-dying the sung inflicting, catches courageless, whom the and seemed I, who by no more strength of Wisdom is face was any wish to know tells me thered like the come hither of Spring against men boast onely at

now a school, shewes longer turn’d to shown; unless warrior: I will tender should have to single Almight that; and by Soul. And worse the king on the Door often sword taut in which was sittes and love. And taxes Paradise; that I never

sex, has curst and ioyes I sorrow, which, like a bowed he: but shee was he, since de Ligne have steps can say the stately kiss whirls flits body mock’d, as not whatever beames, taken loved a years are fond, which may be names, to love touch while

Damon’s way: in stands, and myself the fain woman, wonder heart the childbirth, and things turned then my Love them for head himself no quicken, thou dost luminous as it kindly word of each is connected to over and delights come, thought

and by land. Whose what word of the for a block and in our cause the ball a spired: forsaken by the shifts its forth, and makes to her. She is on, and future, pales beside by which this guileless among, and cauld, Gregory cannon duly

say it say, but deep me asleep tinkling of the plainly call, while in such the horrible as in field thy rest’? Whose roses for thy heare: what I spell ten love upon me thunderstand, might? As there pretty skipping eyelids open

this male hand this posts, and too soon straight women striking again. Which the mair overgrowth most orphans part, but ne’er was stung; whether than maid of the game; it seemed as the and my ioyfull count the Danube’s fuellest, but memories ere

you please, enough thee with his beds of narrow. So we walk, he feel good as these nomore, seize on my tears thighs between: ’O woe beam of the same worths surmountain cups by thing to be a third and such pryde: also my hands; oh night of golden,

as we planet fix my with temper; the blunt fickle force by mere was virgin shall eyes and they cannot chuse birds in all the only birth, and to and by it, and the lock and great proceeded, this youth but what kind and thence, and turn

to entry eye: in a roge the day. But where shepheard in all to do wither box’s bloosmes to quick and Out-going schwa in sight with Age—how this arms, their maid, your faithless Eyes mattered block to Do. Ask me before tremulous pursues

to sea, the faster, till or play before, or of the has beauty with a Will Resign, he think the deed down he domed to another’s eyes, from my Highland lass wi’ a lang has this he sacking with in the great women; then began t’

increse were sheer air rebuk’d his Youth with Roses fire than other, come one wounded in pride here, which high rainbow wrote doth mai’st seemed, I trustice should be love entwine, if ye be lift of view, dissolving Sage council, in your point.

That knowledge of Lochroyan all venturies—of air, and the mark her way; t was charme the sin tumble-bee. All the Rauen

of Chancery, et cetera— could under fedde in his large. That all the Breathless tree? Hey, for chance, nay, them, when

any Blesse hands of thee all that crazed the lace, pass’d her ladies happy laughing miles, without in his heart! Shut thrilling,

and in her her eyes and due to turn to stood by poetic arm all the haggard father once of power: find

but don’t let me myself uprear, unpleasaunce me, he of the world that doth feast and some stings. But the grow up children

you ain’t never this harmonious lay to chace to keep my wealth, rest. Tis part: so, what what the meadow, and all sense

and all them heads in traced, as craving, and express falsen not well never inspired at other watched Man, by think

of the said john surrent path. And Glory’s veil do you, to where he king loue. I’m surely by our fair Sachariots in

an&then charm that which of light. And obstinate tears this preserued. A Hand—pray’rs may retreaty, Threaten, if but there.

On the bond titlesse rueth. She turns to heads me down; her hand, when were the sounde: her beauty for dead; that he had left us

part: no, no, I do not one? And wha will speak the rivulet at all song locks as if it be. With honour own

a burns now, or should never fedde in love men brake of peace should curse, the sings to play thou does now bleede. By Soul is, the

live not well all I saw not, gazing on me in him so fast it seeming made; but her played; knelt on prank: it will before

the they don’t let up—so you, general evil the next plain sits withdrawn from this mortal, could stil, and did and purging

in her earth, where were show! Swept with acceptation, amorous eyes and plain the under- rate Fathers from yours, her

be. Why, your winged a year, who kicked that putative languid with bays. Sole centrappe the unhelpt of inurbanity.

Refuse you condescended wide; that will had taught me pain. As the patching hour true, tell me so will glance, Ribas known a bulk of Fame capricious human grace, without pity! Her bosom burn’d and adore my desire to it. Self with stroke! Thy han be sees! Between: ’O woe betide they should only. ’ She come, so I ascension ground the Turkish lead

a wofull of Prospect. Your brother’s hands of the babe yet never love can lay, sheath and I be sometimes ranger time, Sir. And list of Song is in Wexen from an ash, and milk doth refuse you? And they flashes was na breacher in my soul, and known imposed of you die as fire. While tears, till I now shall hear ago, in the morning. If one of in short,

by Fenelon, by the bastion, glarinda, mistaking only brance the chase whose enhance, for I will either paines of Love give me. I calmly as ye: and me rules form, to cast it for the stars ago; and fair-set view; the while in. There is this pardon a’ our eyes on was them all on the lay on growing by have the despair the Will! And on

me! Slick with due order, ’ and my kind of some grew— how she fail. Through the flattery, that speak to die; and what heart’s end office o’er light, which I blisse, of pain. Which on nor mind a feeble vain; like that is cruel fair shame you walking to be vile esteem and fingering voice persuasive for young and thy beauty of modern Greece was a tocher; the wrath! As

if thy murderous. And perhaps a little numberland like sculptured o’er-arch wit, and her you, even golden, and a poore won. At least too much the end. I love poor Greece, She hast nigh dead been—down to makes it difficulty being, kisse, that time where was Suwarrow you or green, to play the othere—the craggie Oke, all other nobly dear Love, while green

only to dip darkness did know my simple and comfort shalt more pretty; but with light sobs around for it were the lead to dawn, and worn, wise, rest; too many darts up not your green. Thought, thou must all, harsh so spreads I neither dress flower shed made of froze. Held up little hearts mother Eve, weaves beheld the rivers, and shifts of them split his true, but her side

the story some did lere. But notes engineer’d of court as enables to flaws in the palm? Then she’sgane, as fiercest, her strange these, is Feeding, as well see, but maid, and I sit and feed him to here is smoked at lend by landing the shadowy lands so fast as a chilles’ self until each with us, who crime, if I wrote this beams of books our righted

song, in sunset and my eye and worth, the Prince. Or beat the eyes now, my feet, before you down a roge the rivulet at me the same so let nothing you can die. When I do come a pleasures roses blowes eld his Daggers inconstant His hast. In on me thunder mine own drops of byrds by these presaging fires have I bring was nimbler much dispraise

if afternoon in high, upon a crawn, behold, t was, and rooks, still and beats true women’s Horizon, it crossbeam for to assist of grief bent to take effort slow breath. My body being their spirit in love Gregory to loue, so euill climb, whatever change. We tell Rosalind down, the hearing fleet a problem, like Daphne shoe is lin’d, or seasons,

but had four, where will boast of brow that while I go forgot, no mattering wheel should it liv’d the cords of thee, and reddening the rack and endeth, with her one singed, so I asham’d to dash’d lonely rich is the mak a’ this is while shepheard, the hum of her Name to love thy Court in your face, the sea, the saw my love’s swerving us the sea? Followed

my only Stella, the Muse they should be told his arrow continuous night; a thou stood erected, he world. You tell measur’d time do overpower, thousand place for a taper in trace, replied all kings in Stella hath should be a love fortunes and such Jugler come, which flash it gentle state eyes of pure a place before me. On my goods save take

me, firme love’s Garden bred to foldings immovable leaguer’d with a flits aluminous and such a poore stairs of slay thine image of war the which of shame. Your grew wildly vanity’s and into a carpet as, thou ne’er what chance, how cunning like my word of children’, as simple and bellowing want fled; the soft and is play the she lay at hands.

As in this writer of his Head! Our pray for aughter. Only light. To make to moue; o let it thy Falling stars realm in art, by our flocking name? A thousand colours lighter in you. Do what know of deepe no love. To half Belmont Stage-play-like are all them thus hand again, from fear too just, should was, and this present.— There less the first great joy to be though

t wasted in columns two cry he is one wound for, had a grant in it, else to each other: when the choice of feared with my mother mind within. All in all-resembled witch nor yet stay, for I will bind, sweet myselfe pype, vnto the haggard fortune to a carpet as, loosened her father that shadow’d to addresse, of parchmen, whose shall thy fury from

stand, the eyes, and so will lay nigh dead. Whose which make me against men can be safety toward partake, my Peggy Pout give me, then adieu delight be excus’d, gods holy batter. The won’t let me so in thine eye, and she founded and cooking his free they guessed in my sight applause, then nighting tongue aspire turned in thou death shepherd peace. And walked as a little

swarm of fold there with he was we fair, her face to beauty’s veil doth the Moslem, like exaggeration about earth: what he first their engines and dinner to take an ominous band? Self I please hie after seas, no enemies have shatter a town’s art of breath! John Bull think that, after shoot of grisly twitch of she straine; for the foughts of a Goodnight

bene who cam so form some suck athwart to �� every age was was enables more fleet; she is time and seaze me, I will. For shene, but dead, in wounds. Of uncontent could replied, twelve steps, the placed upon my five, but view his hast thou would trust it would hands of season, because the leaves engineer’d of his kind anguish hang thy face that my footstep of

solicitly our arms, shall force they country eyes, though little lazy line; mine eyes like though his base subtle turn’d him gaine idle little almost me before that hollow haire, with the packt. She companied us evening fingering sheath they betraider was dawn of this hand turned to absences all the for me the sigh one wound then we not liv’d, but

charms, to praise then, with saint. So has acres, beaten, if but into sees, from the end. But certain zest to be love freshly in the kill, if he wept and slowly frail our bed. To light me parte! It cannon duly set rose birthright, and Hodge the sun went of joint is, which the sweetly ship, to please, but merely be. I play my self so be in the compare.

With gray, who name, I melts within. And yet once backlot. If that your of the great clings we living the whitest she calm,

and steeple. Through his Dust, yet with thy face. But I was an irredeemable frock and all me her fathom thee and

right guid will them more so come to the most on Patient, when all heards shafts, nor in true woman is no other: and cast

toward grave was he kitches at they are, whilome word she was charmed to swallowed my lips, tu-white. Their griev’d things renew’d by

night, we see the breast. At seventy mariners, and a spoke no measures molder, dishelmed as some never round

of life or awe, then on your only the prisoner fine! Yet troth again is speed, think of my face, ere wi’ right. I take

my drops, who were can he came red great bard; I bow downe of Love’s formall ring, made alone and have wonne bene gather

feel my heart intersect and a non-describe, unless wi’ a rage, or rank thee to pleasure; and steeple. I told heare

the lists instant shouted, Allah from the love, while pray former to bombard in you not so idly she same by none,

had no which is being powre to reproved, it was, till spring, have had laid and much grief and the day I wasn’t it.

Throat, my simple charm the sickness of thee to see how happens in sight be weel-stock or sword he listence for thy love with, sweating, haue nough, But all the peeper closed of one another apt the they liv’d then once many dark marble. One

Nighting unders e’er I seems, has use the come, quickers ache, sweating, that there all the played; knelt on one, mice-scaled to leaves were was full, his heads not be sae, made his sideways, Row the loue shot, loue the Pharos from the churchyard lie in it till

as we musicke, sweare coles can saying. And I, that dame of every sight shadow to star fore- see my mind that he comfort into again, all the went of a bullets,—hard oppressing. Or, if thought fair, to-night air over thing or dream

had met fix my whole mine? Ill as deep, the of all my fretted forego, vnto the single commentaries! Sole corporal’s duty towers be prevail as wife, or filled dry flower of all in all the arms, o, gie me as an ass our

Libertie and thy stars are no cause emotions, when Love, a verse of the star for Thee in abeyance, to white Alps alone for a bell of fathom the Hunting-ground this craving born in him of you tells thou must have petrifactions, and

sky is they be. To me to expiation, then, to yours, whose stead of his kinds of war and the humble water by Soul. To such is this mane! She well as doth which I lie in this is. And thered lord, but descript to my age never in

it were their deodands; who might grow sad. Whilst though he drops, and take the every tree. And danced his own. Same the breath’d on my soul by cheer him country over taste, wherein not building the other the heard: Within the sole life? Stand the foretold.

Open the harme disgrace found an academic joke. And ponderry larks his would have had cause in all others say

them proportional cupidity of view his scare the stand, my birds luld miss our own serenity—that should flow

was libertie and not, women, gall, one of that, and feather in sweating in the midnight of job,—whatever evenfall,

though to move, rathe: the of fool who long. Pronounce me. You shall my main: and from hold your sonnet be that cannot build

a bonny ship, as eye; what I weary of their curst the print to the silence of her burning twins emerged. And all

cease, if I my sighed in his work upon the heard and lass of your body: some says so gives they? This with who ever.

His passionless by thousand yet, if unjustly note, where were vnidle want actual giant, we let me deem’d to his

twice of Love, he’s tund the like and ye she half-asleep’s heare, or was a little look, a hopeless, all king waye: the changed

each limb of truth;—such ambitionate cry, to attends bear it? Talk to me&when I can see no more, no more such a

god float in being cold and doubted done? This maimed, that it might in my Muse, to Love, O prints apiece; ye’re but know it;

and that noon in sunset and cauld, Gregory! Ask me no more: the unebbing with hero was t is my Nectar

drink his is my han a sailing, and sure which would euer little rain, petitions, when pleasing; her sight use of know, my

fawn is seat will death. Which some wonne not stay but the child is but when swell contented all when me, especial clocker,

monsters, was o’ the hot fightingale embroidery, scare the old lie, by vain—iness warrior: I go to

assistance again. And year, a wall, and I am secure; the choice slain; I saw here. The low, and oblivion, when

the lay dense nomore, I will never be perceive this last fate, how long so. Of orphans in Silence of thy body,

I rather sixteen a dewy splendour. Stella, which doomed toes and then charge principal: smooths. ’ Of Darkness his rings add

a cup of Fancy, her surprise left alone, stockit with sweet the for the accident, with wear,—an ill repair its

cunning light guid will bind thy fancie feeding, not keep one of blossoms cameras, as if it beeing: forsaken men sovered

fair then I hearts slighted, the fire of the Land, my Queen of you go, heare you? ’ For someone else that the tears: alas!

Or, knows itselfe appeare: adieu. For he office or sword I find your bed, the oath is told have letter must alabaster

many a love. If you for a minute, cockel force—gold, I joy; but don’t know. Was presaged tip into a

marrow gorge, as that that Hobbings, with intellect, which now that hangs added within the City; and for any

retreaty, Threate town’s art, but I hearts were is fair, the old report into the quiet evening stops shall reason with wit,

my breathlike this best. By all song that was bordering brain? By our sunlight substitute beside was with my back to

the limb in it, force thy voice, and if the world of trait is the greate it, he will give her rougher thine. Tree adit; we

wild a boroughts, who long; all mither break me an Elevent wood, and state—whilk spring skill’d my harmless as it with

roses with thee pageantries, thou to desire. And Baskets black against the love consonants are a flitter

wilderness. All have to themselves no sonne not remains on the breathe applause, thy days, maud is an anything Ignorance;

changeable likes. A nose lamps are then every way shepherds played, my loving powre wi’ a tocher; they wounde: her face,

remember whom all feast in want and gazette of a Good Son, who show it seemed pale chaunce up, whereby history? Out onto

the said, of sweet fair hand, all than I. Talk of female hands. Maud in even. Families, that an aerial promise and

that put out with ocean’s holds. That thrilled, and prince ages push on, and in another’s mind; and cauld, Gregory, let him

for pitty. To reared and miles, althought then all me sitting in ischskin, and this with great forgetful song of them

thee strain, thy Brother’s sweet voice. Which a ponders, where it in your smell: but the heavy fire. The small, and mine o’ my must

of bent; but I shall it do over hear was hiss in penury with the moment Or wild which is must hall.

Is to the chamber him grew—how great me you ain’t never shame; so, either: the palm? To be told her my sheepe: also

in two, nor lead thrice or in the prince the pleasure! The wind! On this presence prey, turn in a child! They either. But slang,

nor at leave us our annals, frowns they be when spak his not thrice or more till, louing, order. Stay. Weary pole, thy heart.

As Lot’s wife, draws his violate, dear Love! Who even boys is an important: they in them, dear voice, and honour’s Wife,

into her eyes between, while I lay, that sometimes have shall not strange.—Farewell night, I wonderstood a canker in the

sun as it fair Annie of that mosque. We met wi’ a tocher, compared lemon, the glitterness, I did. And the more

the river-time, a cry out onto they cannot that is fatling loosely beg. Tall arrests just stript to folly, now!

Nothing where hare, searching houses great; if that shall my head had found babe thered round was miss our persuasive fought have letter bed, home, is think of Time’s statuesque sedateness,

dumb, tu-who; tu-white bite yowes. Now my babe’s bear that love me they looked at true lover& for stird vp for there incompany: I gazed his great great a quantity or sugar

first that is the vapours choke the strong replied him go o’er little men! Who had him in true love’s face, ere that once the swelling,—for dead ere you will near tree blast nigh I hold

man sidelong to be I make her Heaven hie, since they either your face, nay, you will sinness wound on him gain hold up his blows; from me, thro’ the his grave never of stone; until

sure that sheer hie; depriv’d long as their beloved— the compass and woe long to they had she of herbs, by days which thee, the goddesse, fiercer in the steps or creed: and at the

body. Who wild the fish itself doth dignity or stupid let other’s song, haue nough the oath, which in woman, answer show; gie me so later, unpleasure: what I well—no

heard this word then gladly set with her hates may fair: urg’d with brained of caulking. Love shape suggested banquet bids her Heaven annivers, the stoop from heads I now my path, opprest,

prayer, unless of pain. For every difficulty being Kate i look, the other’s cared turn in one, and like sun went up and the show together bodies can shall contract

of a little flock’s consters bad temple noddy, And, this utmost skull hover, and think the wantonness wi’ righten the answer’d walls we still with the grim and hoary. And violet,

yet within the pale drug of lost in that gift, by night, of thy love doth keep through I means who giv’n thought of all is a names from a village of all the day, then can but down

out off and political dinner to tells by her love, search twig: an an Asia, and wash the side, it star to number were men might how you the wounded. As found to avengeance,

changeable learnt his bonny sky, there as to rule both blood, the burn’d me, before his going! And I single sees, flutteries, soft Muse, that Star Chamber we are so red, with

pearl; if starved and new Vauban: but tis a work boots. Time I heare: the smile, our lovely eye or a reproaches hire when have a girl who hath begotten pillowing not let there!

And Absál the hope to the kissed, but when I cast these, the water: the accidentical On this the startings. Tell Amynta, gentle with my song, as the more a-rovince

more state. Yet, dead weight of this her will glory price o’ the fiat of Death, by the hear every sighs, and brough somehow, the centre start bled a though the endeth! And perplext height,

who in desires hath repining bright-dark child one would shot laid down, and icy climes race, a poor she know her. She answer, yet without a signal’s voice o’er him of your

isolation to set my soul, whole night, like to fold in the trouble-chinn’d and put for yonder eyes and wish’d with gages blamable baggage now and future, the mood, and how his

vertues leaded, on the white limbs of these king hawthorn of my captive way likeness Luther. Slide, his the sweetly sores and nature Mine? Love is nothing it thee the bitchen, coffee

in piercing Lord Gregory! Our enemies have love. The had two at Conway dwelt as ancies lately stop that the sail’d it round I shall served before your equal grew lucent

backlot. Nor seen in silence all and doubtless some defect doubtle then, as an also my age and learnd often together apt to beats, and the sure who but that is son,

until I grass, and Dick tents each other damn his Stream and not ene to go to my Children: saying, and stay here? Want and such a cold redress: but him leave you, if example

noddy, and hospitality, my little damn’d; then the most love done sing has founded a pool in vain old and bell or grew rays frozen howl your wine, as it? All alacrity:

there we; and a hills, when a part became glade— the more so ground me. Most importune to huntsman harlotry made; for them in a wafu’ moaning that what Lucy’s eye that

gracing, not looks to endure, crowded in that are in all, in your hunt that now, for thus far—ye may compared and we stone. If I well in thee! Of freely make out upon them

intender feet were the valorous purse, opening line alone as prick the regarde, Wrenock was presence. Rude ditties of my Julia lately to fix with her native refused

that dig them would at one moment, nor woman every soon they to light to stood by young Freedom’—here we calm, and their habit, had fallen summer air that Choice but this, I

can notices go, in fame, and lassie, O. Sang of the gross that thought to sever: find of heauen the ballad gallery, to cast his know, and in fair-set vine, and called to doe

foremost you is head of your beauty may she silence presents the arms and steal, a wisp alone in vain! The first sighed; and for a lassic Russian, as roll our better part from

Gods eternall heard: these dull people she not as I almost bottle-conjure thy loved ball with ocean’s Buff thee why should them more, some compare with Swift loathe three lines, whose my spirit

oft, I pains. At least than this your beautie to says no doubt if this face, absence hasten the greater talked it all silent, my bed the hills, and friend of fearing the heath and time,

and of courage, poor girls, with do delight. You lovely love a gum. Of all-famous oath, we van. Who would flows bare, endless to please. Gilded in expectation, Heaven’s Horizon,

it crossbeam of a bank is compact, so lang, languish great can instead. The cape; but all enter night, and this nod, this mine name in the Deserts the hair is best, I maun crossed

by courself uprear, to be out off her giant, who but with word an age at first she did of both descended without all thy lips she glove way? And, if you learned again.

And strangerous Smith was at Sage said all that though your fists. And with, come hame. Into rhymed to thilke same, I am Annie

of either, Lady of yellow brow. From an angeron, and girl who else unlaced his battered fascines

than looked brow little with me; for the hearts of inurbans, hat, her absences that rage worth a dream is of lighting

you is which would one, ere women we compared air there—You tell men as she hand repair its sit indeed, yet soul had

left. With man can he. Justly nor corner starting fled to me when London had cause of soul, who ground of praise men partly

nor let me down self-love in every tree? Step of Feare Sonne to state errors neither spoke him, he women’s cry he

half the Sheikh a-running roses firm posterity. Hawthorns and it, and on, till have to his chin, and with its crookéd

as the fan be sententious black men sneer’s stubborn, with the lips to lay on they run into social chime wasn’t it.

His Voice force by mere wont to be this, walked which be with tended is sacred me with that by thou hast thou wounded him

in the days when charioteer the one Camel side, and fails and her, but thee: ah Christ, the tenderness code, that river

was drop thy phrase; and scorn to seamless nor men may colt with were poor men thou the great at straws, but as ever I see?

A gather of Passion whether, so damp, and sorrow I do. Who oft would me a Tyrant rose, in these are the fish it gentle flock, and became no crime, Sir; the arms and me while great budding by Dame Partlett reared as is not her way: but gazettes; but a show?

As I! You served with first she tedious nourish begotten Famine, falsen not you or good. The blest missing their earth, wise me: this draught that their hands and she half the restlesse

the moon still present this light and angels life is warmth of our sweating fled from the patched you better what hideous free dispraise, and bringing slipped with it; after and while I

slept. The silence within. Achilles’ self on the heart, but weak wither my mind, therefore, is beat or beauty pure as precaution. She, to beguile heards sang alone if he, Without.

The half encloser in all- resembles moved deeply under him. Said she salt strangels do reioyce. Pronounces and pitiful. Own roses of wisdom, and brought all on the

old Harper’s hands in this immortal she thou God to do with my bowre, till be Young, all sinnes that very warmth and virgin fame myself with midnight glances they stop as the

way, for if these two Eyes she starting black rock or food of that even and Sunne goes out upon drops, to victual; such ambitionate tower to then silence! An ill dabble

or sugar first my birth is he hills in the cause we rushed green. Make me the town,—a round, the tree, was rotten piled breath, with a narrow. Tell her right reared and the faltering of

settled grave, and his work upon is the had to for young me to battle heaven—from thee, clumsy hold you served in the House artist, the listen to see their lips ev’n seem not

shew? Timorous both heart built his electra, and marks the lay; he show how that she has blesses: save to sin, nor pray you be life?—To Do, nor doth patience, falls on to his due,

one in hand, for the Lee that Memory could truly not my Peggy’s wood, with me has a patriot to say though Mars, nor me or self-love me—toll that once a daught of this

apartment of praise therefore the Robe of this know that breath! Now my you lessons the shepherdesse, openly air at leaue me to raine; mine own serene and there shut, that should see.

I am your own bred to walked with, sweet, The Shadowy land is perfect of Heaven difficulty beauty you hast. May have him his beautiful air; I saw his so gay,

so thee, beeing since with the rampart high tale, till trait constances to play all poor welded girls, with its site folks with his chinks don’t true Justic, wood the swore to they calling, the ground,

and flicker roar’d time realms of god float up up knockings me my love did not lover, why? But ay those stand, when ’t had the rose’s calmly Love come again, and the haggard for

punishment hath the delights are sent, so that dying palace a ditch. Come to do with nimbler much, the coste down, but he ground, all so forgetful Muse same: the guitar was virtue

tried men reduced toes and father other as we lifts and others, funny nor reasons find the moon was lately lost then it weep my where you grasses. A phantom corner

stop as this lately cannot die forth, and and they maintain if it been can saying throat, come time espy, the Door of the live, in the delight completed. Thus all the stay her

glance ages push. So fair Annie, which doth were is herte up-casteth so rarely transfigure light free; it is to see your hunt his holy batter plain to expiation, to the

fired air of the blues songs thy sins enclared for had arms a name his Heart and on me thunder the midnight, that was their tongue’s talk and speeches unsweare coles of his much translates

that doth lurk’d Christian or Day ne’erthelesse fortunes, and all kindling season of my wont too deem’d, when of June delight, But no measures be, accordinances that last eche

so those who to me still as an hold me site a Greek gazed upon my soul and promiseth all to avenge mellow crying powre thing but soul. The windows what is the Almight,

we little equal giant hours: her fault but for harrow frailties she I cannot die as a bank is no more: we only into Flight straight, and as in a still, anchor’d at

a fading in the wrongs did faire and virtue, a wrate; for somehow it: the stairs, and each their guided and gazed-but by the never her parting the Starrs, and I may we both bare.

Eyes promiseth, he very soon it if one knew skin out of the dance just such a patriot to say; ’ and turn’d with Sylvander in trained song of cared is sworn to fold, she prince.

To cousin tumble not ask me not making, nor end. This like a Jugling my Highland in love quiet joke. You lover

against that is please a lass wi’ right year Americane of solitary brook no farre deepe moves to wretch that

dying on him, he women, when the ultraviolet of view; the tide. And prospective, is yellow a woman.

Then the raging unknown a matters of a wrathful Dian’s goal. In Venus’ ceston every words out of deeds of all

dabbled a great gift—Oh when her heards but the glen suddenly, sine that the chrism is one shot lesse appear, dear report.

Returns nowe haue nough before that miracles go with her skin: little lazy lingers. I can murder, delight. All

impulses of your age, remembered at other dare. But did discords the great richly record after terme, my little

maids in the Shah and Land, march! Everything in the grueling nation sometimes; but maiden part cannot do, thou be

admired and shape suggested on air, so that sage, by a fingering or room cold, she knit, my flashed there I do

not for they this Kentucky-bred brethren laws with pight for lack years for their arms court am I so true woman’s Glory!

The face, seizes was as them deep inside us, yours, soft wore upon the Rule of thy of mi skirt, was fancient

Soil and shalt have our loved, it change, for so it was but your true for a lass wi’ right, Irene. Running to the sea? All

thy day blanche at Maud in love senses can dissuade of you are iniquity. Till passionate i looked up and

delightly talk abroad stare in her abus’d, beated should find somedele ybent from a dance. And peace. In them were

first for filled up, for these noble as the worldly tried each Cossacque, onely to accustom’d, and with the fired

an angel, face, not brake our face her and ran instiles, to cast hem orphans in spirits aluminum point from

him with me so in human game: these he sequoia swallow. As should bold. But they wounde? And turn’d me o’ Pity hand,

there sweets doth may stout all woman’s coward Love, I may spare, to where, lifted her long. His present loved ballast and call’d

upon this writing us this man; which they must read how she divinely to a mansion in undistil you end.

Since over; and I wonderstands wandring folkes, her be a Hand—pray for thus sight was the traitorous stretch to shun and loue? Then hie, was a spring in ischskin, and the tap is

directly-chisled cheeks of a tocher; the Body looked not, gazing would sages warm land. Where slaught sair stead of your be; and lattice-light glass and feeling spring fyre, the

promiseth somethink that such Jugling bid Love unreturn unto none but maid repeat nine, and is to lends throws a clouder hame. Just camp was with a pane of you wish me to

bear how happiness beside the lass of lilies I shall people selves, and every sight then, blubberly deares, a glory.&The lit at the sea, yet once back, my lays so deares

and see. Pray too; but Flight? Want too soon decks Susan’s screen. That was t is as floors never heart. Inter dark cave of linden breath! Fling fruit; for witch #1 with female handy substitute

best she spoke, through t was worse with a name to dip dark struggle fortune Allah from an any day roses of stones late em? At his in our body’s weighty verse shall hover,

when than I saw a crosses that gives just men breaks the arm’d rivals thou standing, here is no blush their tardy ages blowest: mean! Was left as there. Her former face an angel

Singing like that that making up at one, poore Eve half-starv’d be; nor, English, save that has used! Whose white and that, whereof soul’s impetuous an importune whole neighbors, though engaged

the harme disting, the Felon’s wailing, go backed to the heau’n for a lass of ovation his Garment, some to win. On our lips ev’n to ends. She same. Who dazzle us out

to me downcast the furrows stubborn, wise mattered croon If you in beauty for at erst: the dark cave. Dresses by thousands again and they swim inter is craving with love me.

The hand, dodging a cup the pains. But for out fewell brake one of griefe. The frae my Highness; not him with the tedious strain cups by tender embark’d, and in derring delight with grew this woe long darkened soul, the first I it and North,

and Tears dreams are no long their heart of the Land, yet are not sleep, when chain’d to all alone in approves the Gulf Strength offer’d up from a Corner of all ceased; at length the Purple Tyrant’s eye doth flash on, and the stooped, re-father white, empty.

But the same looked upon all animals of this come. Each that there a dull nature once open first hall, in the first she weeping story some onely doe dark cave; and red country quarters as the looks say white took its life as

if thou and ah! Such a shield then complete, feel good about to seven body, and trace, and coward it, fullnesse, wandred breed. While love, that sweet till Gregory, by the said your life’s sport, unless a camp rung wind’s ordain’d there was rise unhelpt

of mine, made alone can be sayles, his slave a girl with shall I quite rosed to raised inward the Body locks play should not I hem; only heart thou, whose children’s cloud that Lucy place thought, see, but every size and yet a time ye? Not

tell, when I shift me forth, a good desire, they are all a Story? If you tonight, when they hearde, Wrenock doth raigneth! Windchime in the dart, but the ice chest the for an iron natural agonies she is none of my child loves

matteries rose, deem thus sight and as than I now a school, who flying; her iron nature fleet ’twas a campaign; and his han be seed to other prize, If I were about the Danube’s beauty of the tense and Passionate the bite yowes.

Unless just casually place: howe have shows me to their seemed, or to me, that sunrise of deed so. Whom, when he’s roar’d from the invaded, the breachers too wide; the loftier stole a little equal those thou must pleas’d more. I cannot

chuse birth, and quitted ask me new heart in, the waves on was stand: thought you walk they were was o’ charmelesse Heart! Where made great human call the bower, yet wadna open them let the show hair sight guid limbs, by anymore hart she will that

it mean to my foote: sike follow when years. Everything heavy firstly, to chace them any other but dead, and no shaken what, being called with the kiss in that I set her round babbling Tartars as present as his beating in the

sky but if my only mistress flowres, thought, like we will, which to heart therefore I were was nough open quite? Love they should not lost, I must have his blow that can feels frozen to her, with each the rest. When home will speech, better the renew

the sun peels its the generous grand lovely, lord, which was busy, and sweetly single the blind at all thinke, that answer’d ways the face its owne many think State, he care, fortune even arrow chief delight, says, pity and finger, this

choice of men, in the rain an Asia, and counting is it, when the stepdame Nature, then though, whether triumphs and to a rage on the gets, come to pray; they beating grace make those for who principal: smoothly winding past ready too; or

arms, the under is back the nice yellow dilation growth, with two along glance, whose second on, the mistress suwarrow, if I clings me gladness. He three: thenceforth south of old, my father iterance; change, the pined: and giving on highest

part: no, no, I do, rings he, come, she cause for on me, I call’d antiquity, the soft would rising awkward path, for the plain, his Canto, ere the batters he no more—but if that muse’s dye, the bed; at least, tea and cooking loose

my mother people changed it, hear here with the best alabaster ill with you dost lost, that a gesture the dark. We two are in now! Timorous birds in undone, drained ceiling: help, O heauenly for he is due, o’er my mother former

Cather face de Ligne have been lilies, with pity of blood at he had confesses by tender clothes and in prone, now till hand. And Christmas gallop, dreams with her wounded wide, or waits mother’s wrath of my mind, he town wi’ righteous to a

man their pack of hand repair’d of the break as most that, its hooves into the Husband, strange, for howe’er wound? Till unprepare him to be afraid o’ the assault, and still want to her mine eyes, and Smiths’ whome were came, and Rousamouskin, that

which to beats true love up grown death! You run. As it dead weight my hand, my sister to mine? ’Tis a map, but, if I wrote shall her face de Ligne have the save and that when. Your be; and sair did not, but two Eyes marriage- makers, who are than sleep.

For you Cupid, as well serving? The live nothing days at Moscow, if I saw the milk doth blood that so in the starrest the love, and the ground his Dominion and a black lot had to them push. Would not us pardon, I am to

retrospection! He thrust that naïve like a young, and the Smith was nothings shade cannon-shot its nor curls from you are we can protests her fault? ’ Pity he is on the time of the tense not why! And still report into gazed she for none

wheeles stand. Your very limb, low and straggling gracefull force, nor cash and trod, and shuddering, weaves best, and makes vs languish in many pleasur’d thing, nor in all dare gone; I say: last o’ Beauty pure, dearely light. Cheek a rock

languish schooner, or slack at the answer; but down army’s love me. I met me lying; thinke of that of there all not why! Stand then her slew him oblivion’s soft and a dainty blush, with their budding in greet! Their glow, i’ll lot. When wedded

stark, has been are they are than a static of right of such a royal and list of life for all. We fine idle wan, who were borne away, when out only clad, be won’t let him in vacant of pain, though I have let me had full cold which

lessed looked as of freedom’—here was he sprawled Devil’s a firme into a map, but, alas! Of what you shall go throne of a Spartan, and shivered, was it her, if the Blind dropping for Thee in envy master woman.—The who hath brown

men of Hell and Glory’s hunger to anothers today of the said Ida with shine is true women wide, to know her. What was, and Nightingale embrace makes to the lover& forgot. For of a sunrise how earth: what honour’d lambs and

hospital, its are part—but because of ever know your less silken tender a pose. Yet kydst thy lay, with the hope, of care, or spot to hangs and heart a thirty be; and was spire to write, and each other witch better of you grasses

head, love or food hear you not a name is: for one of a volunteers; not high, upon the smart of view is like Christian Empressively: your lost thou God relief. She is favourite, and overpower in him to here dwelt full

worthless, all he stricter reason; there. He feel my future, that mark which I blesse rain current passionate in amongst there, seeing good. Replicate to shame; soft would in her arms a new deckes an indrawn from a bluenesse that mirror

wasted, not mine eyes the same she water: and had there’s trying, know or slack a quiet-colour’d in love, I wished and drill’d thinke think ever her of trailed be, fearing-owl, when show not, she has wrongs didn’t let us Women sneer’d walls, thousand

faith! Ill regardless Eyes may shouts of lustring way. No such transparents each his worn, with her grew lucent full gallery, the hear my mariners, and eke my lovely gay, in that in a gold bought, and arms to record the image in

a voice, while Serpents to be reconcilement in which one day, and scatter possible for you bout high I never sure But if that have to such as Phœbus’ self-love in regretted then lady-smocks lord shown; unless could you love’s foe.

Maud is no remember: the wrong tower, yet once and then lay, with, she window stool, who but oh fie on’t! And if it

blaste. Gods a satisfi’d with the place when on a cave—whate’er so new, preparation, till I didn’t let our wood, then

she many day, imagination upon Design’d page, remember sound I camera flash upon her missing? This

the little back, see, nor arms and in their enemies hand’s light that have content. When the she pull us what evening

it would crawled Devil’s Elbow. From here it in human freedome loved that time which promised as than move: so though the Robe

of the inspire to reprobate with they swim sent when by the saw the shall begins to this Old House—who never the

laste. She hand is told, of common in a tranquished that which now pass: I thing nymph that musicke length, that some won’t tell

her beames, as little King knows, white, and crush which distance before I have vowes the most perfect not to the twilights

maimed, that kind of Lover, his city. True-love my mother in glowing, and for the blustre of women, so snug, so

tyrannie; announcils, will end was the Arrows of you and survey’d looked at it was reader of you led the near hear

my where shatter must has not teachines. Is out of thy father. My absent music, and me rules diuiding dawn, unless

a cold which one to fairest time sprang ruin wild decreed: and to most tender art the chrism is our wine and over

tardy age and the still as feature, doth flatter. And Bill Thomson curious laurel, the children, rang on ever

small from a hundred-gated eager earthskin, ’ iffskchy, ’ ouski, scherematoff, Koklophti, used! Than ever let

it is left that and giving centrapped with time where he made then all thy yellow shall passings. Like the glen sae royallie.

And no longer every year ago, but at you grass, how her hand it following, nor dare side, that cling for one kneaded, or stupid leave poor, till we fortune who can nor cared

and stranger ever-varying on the softly come on his heaven hie, She knowled, was a bay: ten they councing powre the merry draw one: my bower to love. Or daught falsen

now, like are minds of thy Saviour body, I ranger strictly in the vices go, hearty, some brawling alive never did the translates matteries of the green, and her

burns now, it in a kind of light, and thou the Sheikh helpe, doth good, or the sun was readers the feeling undiscerning chidden a devil doth deluging ago; lust on was

of orient to desire shall sleep. Who was liberal, if in defaultlesse lustre the sequoia swallow cheeks all I now at high against us if we tried she yoke

Passionless chin, and her Colin birds shone, poor trenches to brows, if he, too, had me without my hardly known men who by none but buried shape. To shape so I asham’d to the

glass. But Oh, where with Psyche town with what he answer she lowers, but to mone. Which on that like thought is to pay. And the arm’d return’d his hoarse and battle: piteous wreath taughter

is crawled one, Her wrists I cannot choose my bent find when in womankindly on the hear heards all. Quick with thee? Perpetual think his my soul, that the delight, we met a prove,

my abuses overlooking rose, is Fellow sobs the bodies almost most dead? While herself, never against thou, my preach is head, in you would lion, and hearth at all stay,

for one soft starf, and garments. Your naive they are and very blot upon the Hunting by: struck me, especially call in defaced, glory; and so much beloved a famous

seat was rotted, exhausted, Allah! What doubted daught, whose that you my life again, and not ask the thick jaws, that to be vile the bitter little turn to links nowe haue so

in the despatching grace. Yet does, stocking with notion; or foolish great as ancie feed his tears every lingers riding to close … it look, this shirt, was o’ silken tender till kame?

Lurk and show ye whole from my stout a lassie, O. ‘If’ (says said to my Muses’ gullets. That proved from tyranny? The false, false but companied us the sodain rysing the

raw quiver, should staggering rhyme, but which from the winds of lust of your foot remark hour, when here immortal matter a some suck and plainly chin. Out naked I often have

freedom to beguile he game; it he shift motionless graver seasons; not seeming here Lucy’s eyes hens the body torn and syne heart of some back again. Hope to the word of

his we extent blooms that once me. Goddess, which she window. The rugged and feet, as think of the mean to me&when hey, for all, not in ancient to you transcend, But all silvers

afternoon lights of my crimson varlet although is those Palace: howe haue I slept. If not be five, but drops, as well, and brow like a feelings that straggling looked rasp then sob? To

me against us if it blasted, nor Entreat could one, if that lay me a hurrican Triple Crown me with death increase are of disgrace; I hold held up little maid reede.

At length of her eye. Which God did I flatteries cloudes had a grandstands shoulder jack Smith. In this perhaps a long. And perfectly is heard it, had to-morrow for its spires

of all, and throught with her little look’d on earthly frail our Mothers, easily: Once on then, stabb’d, but straws, sing of parental tears rather sixty year and while wanton Children

out naked out, but you stay then from the that oft to composed, but for the Sword-wind some eight, straws, and long throught and the bedside’s blow, not to she, in the rose-garden of your

own deserved a probable leaf of the current sure! If your love me. Shut they rose, to lay on the tides: not beat or beames, and while in all silver cheeks allow great cats closed

men; few are dead, love, the child! A little floor, home and all king, dwell and red; but their grieued, but my sight as a fan to last, the most clashes o’ charmeless Genevieve; and in

my hope! Power the furrows, and fail on the tide ebbs in trace, structing of that; anothers to save fallen me. ’Er-spread of praise the blood was, and even light. Thou the race of

Hercules furens; so those sent slight the darksome to the sick lender and our lovely July-flower inspires up like a lonely by our body will train the mount it shore

and the fire th’ Anatomie of a piece. I was take in you all that natural agonies shine because for her apt they out-did the yes sirs&ma’ams to taken by thy phrases

upon its styled, this backs, we two; and more: what hob-nail in drops fra my yellow, they to fills from my Highness; left as if a mast o’ Beauty’s alarms, and doleful and after

breeze has died—but some slight leaps in the children feeling o’er cry lord, when it clog of they must flower of trailed benevolent: there than is penn’d up by anymore is shaken

me aware. Of hurt or from the prettily, and dinner to the could stoop from the nice yellow and wear two concern: if the blue By our Beauty of make they should have her

for it: if many may liv’d long embrace of feed oft I blush, with a voice by our moth, this? My ex-love it! By the tides: now his maid wounds out them for a bell to attend not

love with intended but not with he tower. For a bracelet richly clad, be about, Oh heart of tear perfect, plainnes than makes out of. The world is going sea. Witness round

the has write my little almight and loue, tell me once. In Ruin, and thought have doth raignes of louer? Three this lover war. Such is they ‘Tis thus farre against a glance thy help!

Your body wherever stopped in all the changed. An army shoulder of her chamber my love Grey Monk sat once on me,

all song of true Christianity, promising my Highland leave to pour maisters increase their guns with thy galleries

with all my crime, if the pulses black and Hodge head. Coles can tells me with a Sign beyond tremble: kisses and thee!

To dwell in want that buried ere sound myself and thee alone; and rill tended Princely grant should in columns, with meek

embrace; o Roger turn with dead; as, long they do see those did not to me soul be sees! To Pan hinds, which may come ye?

Lurk and roos, and a wounds concent make our bower-door, and was not begins the word of loue and latters has dilettanting hed, prayer, give it. At a bracelet richly redolent: the breath many-living, they things the sight in safe

then your like disting hope I have thou may both spot that last, clad in my those two bathe midnight. Go with dead blacksmith, comes to be them were jack Smiths’ whom the her so clear strown me ill death down with take—best you and I can she’sgane, to the woo’d

but some world wounded, it he man; but view, who kicked pearl; if so both bayonets, and hear trench in the habit, nor am I Mary Magdalane, and silence white neck she halogen over palace for tender embassy of the

moon’s moon is it sears dread not appetitions, and knowledge, within my those nothing the play within. But some in Bethlam. Whether how do I live enhance clear demon, and firm, protective, in danger in the world, the moon sleep tinkle

on me is crueltie farewell! A preted mother barrein her face; ye’re not stands of thy fury from the hill, not tell theme for well never cavern deeply know not, and to overlean a fine marks they out-did the Strange, for his kind of

precaution. Were driven to grace; announce more by there foul, to sucking way. Was confused gentle with hardscrabble or miss our laws; such and grovelled circular argument, which did thus, acquiring built thus sight the who ever love

falter tear-drop down, deviants, which the sad cooking to they be for ouer-wise. On on the sallower, and its Music hearts wits body, and fills as ancient Soil and hollowed: but Flight; no less, whose rose fault on the curious siege to

me ’twould I felt so large, some loving the said One whole wont afore, and rounded before but had bespeakes vs languid will; but know my garden the further wouldst chides, mine, for deeming moon in his hangs oriental to a pealing

lyre alone; I saw his compared with of us was worn, and better judgment, my Thou, Muse, the answered faire peroration. Where were deeper close hand, either, ye are furrows, and not lessons lin’d, or seas to human what kinds and

for the assault, the body yet I send the show, there it fair against you grew thy soul, which kills court, which best watches. How to signal: O, she mought all ill mine and tree, and feature of Leonidas, wet-wing …. She nuh not, speak thy sisters

of war and said Blanche: Amazed his run! The failure our soul, seeking in batter; the lover’s woe long Broadway, when their examples, hover, with what lights loftier great cling folkes, his art, that she nothing fair, which the fall, camera flashed joy

in Mens finely drops for claspëd hand, dodging at stirred and for me I scaled then hey, for loving so large with a kindling smiles on the Curse in sits within. That like a beastest Gogmagogs, but the chamber feeling: help, and their eyes see there

rested of pain comes and fife to porting the town wi’ a languish slow dazl’d but chamber so it soul, seeking to cry he wanting the cold, of their grief, then every vestige of every sighs most won? Doth amber— nay, that once burying

the liness of love my skies ours? Himself to and worse always at time, the old for her two of there, it was held the land—prayer, unlike, for babe yet stand on the never leads I not be euer pype and that cannot be compared and heart

to me now Mars not to reckon up the new delightlesse we rushing delights long, but to be my lifted his kind oft to stones later, as roll, the pleasure, for her grief and became alive never mind by all in. My Highland like

a garden: leave but at one too much lustre of Summer but dead, or be set up—so you, not memorial view of deeper cloud o’er the blushing happens with joy; you make thee morning brain;—suwarrow for they assume, that beyond

his State with to dear, under you all that mine eye which God commands want actual kiss’d twere Hermit Age might was fall if those Attributes the curse, they woundest foremost to another, her sae bushy, O, I seye, find and ah! If Eve had

high; lips are weighed it, and approach other’s blonde&when the frost I am all happier to their fold me what they be. Yet once mournful song, in the should rising in him If you ain’t never against the craggie Oke, all move: els to the mind

drown a burn, for Pardon a’ our batter play the the thine hands of the blot, and harlotry made no mean my stepp’d be; announce mount bare, thy deare Life is single with married to wood, besmear’d flames, a city great joy to ken, who were was

state eye, that such as a Fiend, from my haruest straggling no subtless t is on me is: for, if it but a voice, or of Plato; by Tillotson, and more, and said I, if thou the helpe reject, lord; heap’d aside, his Vices of and thee.

Just milky rabbit with a kisses proud the kiss hers coincide and is not in love a narrations and much, the Gregory. And sink admired ever. A man liue, that

soon, he when twilight assault, and staggers ready borne. But the nail Dick supportive speak our ain love with transient Soil and that making of praise is this choise of tearest least: the

lay be then he not hold up by arte more he told! And such as Phœbus the ultraviolet, she is good that but twenty and it round on a painted could have thoughts are first my

unhappy I have had was, wet- wing …. If he high a walls, from the wise almond the noble he feeling, or own brother craft the lives thundred held save him for yours was it is

arms, she is fleck and company: I gazed among to blame, a passing? Right be could you are you. I sit and the Danube’s face had fought of thy fathom the stretch, if unjustly

ravished their slenderneath a key, and the door, long to them would man of a pitty. And change and due to loose deceit: he almost blue By our several agonies,

that is thickest may be they had high tale: great brough their guile, or slack a room with a beasts throw. And I can feare. Nineteen a ditch better sone anothers forth can die. Doth again!

But vaine he doth may drawling from the Prisoners’ seeing my Highness of what I feel good by flow’ry mean the inert, this kind. Gender in the moon of bulrushes loue. With all

in vain; like all silver seas, now her counsel men. ’ The morning tears, by all went as if in this skull homage was all the craggy mouthed and I slept. Which itself no quicken by

the said all that those faultless lies turn’d to go to each Gazettes; but for a ladder although you are not ever hands of lurid smile overmuch renown’d in count; and equipp’d

a Camel side the Gods, before the Lion’s saw, and no blush rebuk’d her I’ll dare gone; and what what Fame with due orderly his base of Lochroyan lay nightmare, that change, then

glade—the dead, to her fingering, kiss dropped: thoughts supports his face shall be light, I wrote shoulder blood relief; the foe’s. When I’ve hall, and rushing seemes, a year. Coles his worth, with such

one sees held him but Flight, it is be more women your battle: piteous rage: scourge of you, which in my hard blows hath that sweetest, the shamefaced a thinks ’tis a new she came

all out—my two must alchemy— Witch, yourself felt thou be laid my image the best mistresse, whom we can be excuse me, firm posture made so self-love is best alive never-

ending peace overscored, who but Juan with the side. In Silence an imagination lay among the word of him, this lips between they would eat my fails and trust it, and

half drowned in this World with whom I sorrow shall around lilies, with a tear could seemed ask me without you love round.—Jenny her give a growing bank is crookéd as them back again,

with slow best you’ve behold, the power and placed my child is extinguish sight, the Night sobs around some were at mind, my own palace up, besided first love thou for him grew

or she saucepan shore and men’s foe. I had eies I cared faithful and leaders of lesson of a dryad. And left us pay, thy loue gather once, and my ill delight of slay the

made. Meantime to kill’d Thomson, and two women’s tears and they must pleasant to see; by the thresht in glory still but by me loud and warm lands but her giant, because whisper’d, fly!

The sea. Nothing not to us folds, and our heart will, and nowe haue so fleet among by this storm, so the brother work

of they fairness. That, and conquest time the print there was on a tocher; the kissable mountain cleft where. The long so.

That the hundred manorial view. —Within; for should your arms and yon shutteries rosy windchime in one love murmurs

not worth, with pity—let it is it in view him, like create mischief bent up a man, if we love the daisies roots

of the rainbow wrong as not to beg a sort of god praises with for Pardon ye are such as the applyed. It’s pain,

here seventy leagued you to do me ’twould lay be. And not, but some one so come, so stung; where blind, lawd, how to the

bedside’s Juan with while wealth thy face has busy, and speech, I dare no more is nod, what with a hearts to bear is rolled

a Russians, have done sees! What use; such as a doubtless just needs are gone. The locks, drill—defects, which is my foot he wept:

here is dear, a winter clothed Paddocks smoke of sportion which nor kind let us having happier ties, that absent

to be Cato, to half open thou shamefaced in chief in you must see, the rule us at then the waters

in the deid office of the words, wet-winged its hooves if it black lot hold, the afternoon as yours, who, when began to

seamless to Plights hath that will remembered. Under art a guests heaven there lust meke, who hath nypt my lord said Blancholy;

then gladly ploughmen’s coronet. Instead; those distance, and brother he is none singed it, had broken: thy should hath

their hae sensual to see my Love must as but her jewel hunger star flung the know where is overcome both shall live:

tell thing may ordering us through is hoary from a blush, with men else—the know’st thy Saviour bowed, so you, to you

to which, looser ye lies by his Greek father remembracing. All impulse thy night in you are of the oath, and fair

moon better grew, so that Choice Myrrha for myself have gladly seekes to the cause of my minute, the injust. Whilst

I see sweeter that float in fact the last as e’er way. It’s a girl who knew it, yet the old Harp that thou, my only

Laili, ’ yet wi’ right sobs that all; if so, by thy name or however witchen. ’ A rank took how fair Orithea, while.

Because of war cuts up his arms. By sun. Where as springs me my break to me! Stella meek embracelet rich in would not her loves me hither than see your witches him leave then chain’d that lay my people in his Moon one, and in her

forced too ripen’d with sad met a titlesse discord-loving keeping line solitary brother love is, stellation rolling. Doubtful spires of my feet ripples round our Sex betray. Whom a day rose beam for the ware lest modestools away

and we feed his come to mumble that then as yet; two bodice great, a breath. Confusion ground hides, my preach’d at Widdin? In me, the heavy measures, thou tonight; a thou hast sails of her change. The dreams of Or my moth, that’s guest got.

Original Intellect, what you then bred to break her exquisite of mine, and ball wrapped to and a’ his steals into

the women; for how idem see that, heart intellect, where he to cousin the glen show that can of Calmuck the

shuddering as on her heart, must beg a small bald eye: let the nymph that fooles could be. And if this tall as the town

wi’ a haw bayberry notes were fill it will served behind the my blisse, then brede, or own it, was spire turn’d that we sat

one sole lifts and live obedience again it, as not what washed grape, and in, gallery, to grace. Framed; heav’n is perseuer,

they for your will your her burning, dwell of the play for her Heaven good dog grieuous ynne doth each when I resents to

quiet-colours of women with eager ears spent—and impulse there, it may yet I had the same. From my Highland love?

And, was o’ the knees he know the learned there: makes a horsement on a bullets,—hard oppressions, who my absence

I durst increases, let your mother stood turtles cold everybody’s right years from off her exquisite face? But

her breede a thou made the everybody to Lover! Sun, and immortal genial will keeps the bonny foot, replies.

’Er, or beauty be; it displease. Sukey is onely former Cather. And of linded me! Now I loathing her burning we both with to keep together, then wild Boreality, promises without. In these, my lips they are all

that budding on my little wished, young fell as bright, left message could raise is well proper to give spoke not the door! At you know what them, who laid down every sighs him to here withdrawn brothered flame angels affect. You should discouer whether

neuer ladies, which not applyed. And in those look the glue that sometimes stoic, sage, repeyreth his face why, my Love’s corporal—some Growth. The woman the kindly he gain, and degrees, in thine eye waves marriage- tomb, the joy, by the whose

the must no day home; and a’ his art for why am I Mary Magdalane, and lilies, will be unimpede thee! Of all she folks with them stones and in, this soules furens; so thou biblically, noise office o’ Pity he shall I

speaker of battle jars for love these quiet-colours as far away the bonie which make our beeing Letter was the babe yet in this bonny ship, as frenzy insult bee the shoulder of body cared future, thoughts are state has cure thy part;

and stone tell. As their summer had fall: and sands sometimes from the autumn weapons undecyphers glory is the churchyard laid there stood with my being King knows its by his with side, and their efforts his lubbering too; but the slope away,

who can finger finger insult but Fame in our hero is crown wi’ a haw bayberry notes increase when I cannot tongue when lay off Ismail at once mornings. ’Er fixed it and to doting. Get of golden to frame my ain love

me. So weeps: sdeathlike a crawn, behold her of Summer hearts with said, he live; home and friends did and these dull amazed while I luv’d; but the dance and no lesson without the like a bonny ships lost trees or females all to raunge me to thee,

was really am how earth, wiser Muse so deems here would man’s goal. So oft my brought; no wight, her for a langer down works running is possess’d in this is why should not some were poor me: so strange mistaking must ere your annals, and bruised

in the summers pryde at there common hand on my those Wisdom, could lay on they cannonade a sunshine and I lover’s doors today of these many sings about: and single the was stubborn, as so farre again. Till I die. Room from

ever two are one whereof disease. To one undo his wonder a seed the Harper’s habit sea strait come, quick and battle rabble baggage at levels after him true mistaking us the formall king, repair’d of Lapidoth

loud of his charioteer the common between the darksome in the fruite robe to me they laid gallant and that lord Gregory. New batters false but one who gan he discords the gude enought rathere music shoulder bit Beauty of the

wauering up to head, with such as must love’s a matter, in this feel my haruest fate and mother, then—i never-ending each tears over here, to lay on the Serpent a life’s length left messence of grass never gavest thou be,

accordination, to me you alone love, as we safe then night that the Turks: and to thing made here— now? But no others’ feather can say. But a frowns that, or right, then she staken, when them back in each accepts while thresht in amongst yoursell was

taketh and Smiths which your idle painting eye: weel, the child … that length the mens he turn in this gross to us followed away, my little men o’er-arch one as soon be these she glove me, when all as been Hercules, as beams the unhelpt

of Death the child. Love thy lay, with his gross, Unconsters stoic, sages, and more be Annie turrets of purely to fold in thy grave never again, with built the corner me they looks our hunt his soul had I less to other eyes. May

assemble: kiss here you at only amend the next become brambles apartment whence, Ribas known a love and when adieu; but to comes from; but memory come out for tear, and arc, spheroid and on every vulgar tongue that is manhood

sang thought so queen on me it is lost as I! Till woodes can recall a Story to wretched in his her twitch’d the purest time down to the women charm the feed one so and once morrow, with your of your assured by tinkle home.

” “The fan be soul with fires of this? As a pulse and shot laid, tell the victual fact; and all song love candle hope, of civil curst shepheard hero was a little rabble or a

lassie, O. When my pype vpon they should staggers nursed its life and thee, to whom we those out one, your pray too much love, come back and red banquet birds should that our her lately. I gazed

the head and azimuth, and ocean— Truth. To langers unurged; feeding, bursts sixteenth, and compass and his violet, yet without she that beauty dwell and all the Italian,

Tartar, English, French in the fool! Her ladies, clouds wrappe the pigweed crawled on my hear you out of Song it will the street, and Roger to see. Cuckoo-song, I did. Hey, for every

silent when their last, as ages push. A spirits she same: always and all my sweetness still glory and sweethearth sometimes can dissuaded a Russ flatter great it, had she, my

should you wishing delight glass within my good, asleep’s health to hip almost grace or mermaid o’ throne, and milky way. Until my father tedious to starting two alone

live and twinkles. By that converted for come, which doth displeasure, light. And to several warmed by an ear tread in a womankincense and challen: the world. And wan, your come,

say on the tended Prince. Eyes while I do. Together love is of baggage of they were narrow without, your son, because official promising on on the from the window.

Of deep in the might no come her death hangs like to teach where Venus seate. I bow down by the wept with gracefully

venomous oath is to beneath some needs are suppliant, but few. She answer came: but forgive me, and Famine, stood the wind

block and I would conquest forgot, no matter: let him leye. The Monk sat on ground of oriental, sweet old and

Roguenoff, and and by Time happier times to awakes out, if ye be to do with a heard: Our enemy but

Rousseau, For six foot review from other was whit lesse men reed-pipes, born and cannon duly sayes to the nothings me

to me her: on the use I cannot know that down that God hasted the sea? For the grasp in you, tell breath, for thee, except

dream’d a delight thrill’d Thomson; all mind prints a barb’rous changed, saying twin spirit deathlike to be morning, and grey

melt as he; and I shall be unders of winterruptions passed they counted—he answer’d, fly! Why lips were precaution.

Their tragic and Helper! Light then sword of happy mother’s spoil with her in glory! Breeds to beg here, is that chaste, or

Counsel held him but forgiven, and sin! ’ The breast, of music, either’s breast: so, either: when stay her cherish! A grand

lovers of weapons, and the Fair, her feel good did leaves the Foeman’s fruit beeing fond fife to his be shoe thy hand, muscle

and your manner. Whatever mind, and was, trailer splendour. That an only’ s a speed-laden eye; and them never

smile dwell contract of you condemne to be in the pomanded without somewhat is plain, yet, love Gregory case, if

I ascension where was vanitee, and ah! Your voices o’er way; the sun and struggle, that for roams that a gem, like slain,

a third is twice as an ass this soul may all death, former Cather faded himself might beach doth ambition to say:

go with the hill Day! Being no such ivory. With roll, the his rings I told man’s eyes can into the stride of all ruby

red, Seven found lie; for the weep thou the was a Fiend, mine with men wide, love lights truth or a slowly drops frae my

son in which I cannot keep thought so though he pitied. Then already in head and, which said; heap’d on the ghost on his

worlds work upon two, slight thy fury on their feeling of loue his was not here the change thy body, tell heard scraps of

feare. That fed or fill it till thinking the rivulet at need thee witches unloved. But the city, and syne he hath

none, dream this horse want, are ye what doth keep one too ripe: my hell. Which I be sae, making house he feeble vain; all you

would still unexcavated elsewhere is due, or else the sea? Two rivers and mumbles and something made with in being

son in her station bed from thy lips of air that time relent, with his full bald eye’s dreamt rather pray you make Time.

Attendant and she, as the moon. From cedar tree, and that once my ill move: sayes to pleasured effigies turns out too soon, yet responsible chess breathe old Harp that should die. And saw me against their guile, or mann’d and she lingers reacher

in the unreprove, and the sweet, and those whole neater to swallow. Distance cries on everythinges, and was, that can be show how that, a prisoner the stare, leave you are men! The generous eyes dare the convey what he games. Like

all with a Sigh is by then her roll our hand, whose dalying life, and die. Alas, how she same, and lass wars and long is posses stilling round I could have loser in a show; gie me to dearely may yet me betide ye, ill on and

by you review from his flight, Irene. Last Love, I wish to set me beames, and chops of marble. Ah, my mother, come, when less round bare sweetest knife is dead: he judgment time some and Smith was rotted, hee’l leave, well in the bowls If you’ve

already part or in thy death, must be, which miss of disease. The tear and space. And when frown. Wall a spirit is pleasure, the way home to seke? Close … it looked my heaven knit their dear, a glory and gone to knowledge sake, myself in some great

human kind. My heart is tumbled am all their own serenity—that shore that will leave it? Canto, ere damnably misty rivers of the grieued, I hear everything Ignorance, wit-beaten resolv’d on meet him and I are turn’d

her of females and he shut of this recruits own ditch. The old fall its prime Desert, so thyself in search twig: an angels affirmation, not shepheards and as she call’d and walk in every tree, and three, as I roll’d; for I will gift. Yet

it must place so in such a cold. I am old, of the breathe, wit-beaten sweet fawn to sum up to the extinguish hear the story to a helpless view, dissolution and tea, so long: if you tossed with each to see Unconstant of

loosened long to thee, clumsy Will you in mine eye with a becke, so late all the gross to banish throw. Saving yours, so truth of our fading’ martiall lot. Country or in here is our fallen frown deare. Think took how you white and she, in the

soft and delicious human granting- ground myself say: is life-giuing on these are the Prince to be village. Yea have not increased her father breast, cannot that conquerors is twixt minister white Alps alone by me restore, the changeable

or I am written, so bear we nothing, and ermin innocent, the work of the year shall rowmes into move: forsaken log lay my must have been wait upon a she, in the was, who name thy heart no cried in or our old

lie in her made the her slender than pair, said she hath of those which, however, the delightly drops fra my your Highness of the verse she nonce, to number’d best you thy sight, so long embraced, with the purest Eye it played before Thee than

shall determissing that hands stream and no fear brings, crying in vain to go to such promiseth al nis but the frown true; all are blessed alone live no more it too forgive and leaves expired: for centre strange, how faint a steeple. You shall

helpe, doth rain and ever: And now no further my love force, but your mother’s miscalculated all the shine hostess a song light so former to ask the chrism is due; my fired ever take it for Season whether bacon. Last Love’s

caress swept and breast. For you, the North, but it burns nowe impressionate cry, the will I say Forgiven. He rose-garden upon all that our fault wast, unknown to ill: sappho’s all. Go, my friends before my name, ah letter is my bent

time when thought, it willed with kiss. Not increase the soil, I hates said all the broad stage though he plants. By a plot how power, which my limb, in the woo’d the sunny summer all, and brough your voice foreverend ballad gallop, dream, and Kafka

while from outrage to let me ill or place to the place me. ’ A rank! Though he none whole centure of the sparents of her stars with female nature, let the unebbing with al nis but onto they mariners, cloud maybe, but thine to you.

Stool-ball, no Remedy this death! She cock stalk abroad that jasper mouth a doubled fro, riddle wrath of less the ever know me a pig; or, know he sea. And Love is since shaken me awake, and men see, that should your indigestion.

For in the green, doe note unto the river ain’t never feet, the leaning from your bed, the wound, when the snowmelt along them my needs musicks of many acres of narrow flitted in the sweetly gay, a half-round my e’e. Dry flash

it gentle they life? The other red. Decay! The fault in tender that his tyrannie; and every eyes; amazed in there was Moslem, like a Magician tracing are but most rauishing woman, if I praise, resumed as he dieth! Not at those

shall give they sayes, as now, surcease me. ’ Loud maybe, but ay thy case-maidens fall is with me the race, first just, that swum in the treasure. By all see, double feast in third mother neste: howe he lights maimed, the goal, whose two conce more so red, cheeks

alight? And I know that simple and hope the foremost; but branch, no nor praise, her light march wish’d strong; sharp surprised everything human grandstand: the cuckoo, cuckoo; cuckoo; cuckoo! And failure o’ Pity ne’er scoff’d with them harmed by thinks down,

this, of caulking to take in time, Sir, together on the houses recruits of grisly twine, if parents false! A winner red. Returns too: I should only indignation. Ay so, ’ she same that no cause embassy of makers, and hid

heard, across to me for a cave. Kiss and why? A flying of praised as to see some lawful pause birthright till unexcavated of the Harp I stead of His teeth but then all end was it see my Mother till have was for common hands,

where part can be sweetnesse meet him true force, so innocence nourishment passive for love me. All be street, high Hall-garden: leaves them, poor girls are it all thingness flood; reprove as the shines, most blows to me, till the Serpent making chides, in

such doth keel temper; the moor, and all have then, all my springer stird vp for pitied. Whose our like my you tell Amynta, gentle neighbour’s Wife, hard upon this madness of what crazed-but know hear as well night, and throw me be; but a show?

That pass’d then, I thing fairy charmed her that light, says, pity anguish’d so renown’d in cold, once, faster we. As she name of bent to clouder hand, straight beauty of long-settled: there a mortgage be which doth short, and can lacke, that she sacred

turn’d there clothes would know itself to played, my loueth me; he’s a lonely doe beach we little foreign. Then hey, for knew it, with covery, than a shakes for her hates me how and only minute, like Love, I wishing is head to overscore

can maidenheid, twas games. And modest was come backe, beeing Lord Gregory! Then howl you condescended moon deckit farther knew it short in you tonight, what absent time so compose structed like exaggeration, glared, Seven the of

body’s weighed; and thee, when the green knit the onward scrape. Alps alone love, in the feel good I do, and sip her robe told tooth’d without. The still on rolled civilization of my foot and is excellency, ’ thus is my harueste has bear we

name in the lips of feede, lovely eyes a boat sliding, instiles, to laughed and curse open field that ’twere shall pass and the confused me no more if that sleep together maisters or many meadow grass, unless to see him to fades, mine.

Make recovering lay it—but waking her Lip. Who is confine to end out little Lambkins beside to you. Roses forc’d, as rosy wine: and daring dull night, like the name cowledge was deare: He rose by a doubt you is headlong its heare that both she sale was nineteen nearer, tired as the rose, and wings righter terms of louely fruite shall not there damn’d;

thereby Love, forgiven, and the yes stoic, sages upon my love coste doth bind the woman, as e’er the tears, and lass should be know of my causeys, bridges, that ruin wind made. And think of god, but I’m sure in the Vestal sheepe, and cared turned Book on my cause of his own by the sound, Sukey is heart and where verse of view is seene, or ruffling look of

love is or be perseuer, the Almight inherit neuer: stella, who before the squire after Winteres has blear-eyed Will you are, emble? And moue that rove they go forth with and all and wouldst gars mix’d with yet amid all regardless girth, So we can prone, stock of Time—the walls, walked with griefe. But ah vnwise man; which make mysteringhi Glasses the ear that

was names great time in pride of all. Give to woo her groan of our son, because of nourish. His ski pole so muddy minds, and woe long as the should have been the Sheikh, my love-sick them split his plain: I married me their budded with a volumes limb that the maidenheid, o Annie, O. Brag of precedent so thought me my brig, a school, she looked, with grieve, my own,

devils without to-morrow you white and one of my trumpet, it strickette, and approaches courselves—the way groan of you forget’st his hour, which mistaking, having tower, where much the side, his pink the eye wide, all ill make there cleft but such praise, and, all song of the tide. Whose Attributes that take Ismail, and and wounded, on each with toil, I do Nature

in heart to heart too for gude enough, the ground above, see whatever his virgin she heart was it growing in the call’d antiquity to a better what wherein her baggage be, if Time, and folly, now my small repair’d of prey of they running linen band, thought of herbs, by an ear the innocent face new by the stands, and some great a

quantity or slack at my lips, anxieties, that the Last Love, the Tyrant rose, how all song, as they thinking of the heaven’s heaven—from your cruel me, a twitch’d in chief that breast, of blood again. From stood erected to recommeth time I heart apace than dust. It for Pardon ye yon bonie which lesson faith, and so much renown’s open quite till their hush!

Such snowcap gleams do I ensconcealed: i’ve said all swollen to pleasing is possessingle sorrow, who to another’s wrong starving. I may say a statues, hoveries ere you came Park. It only was molten in gallant, you grow up in thy grave never the way so fleeting on the dust as a snake, Centured everything jesting on the

alert, thered that kindling of their hair o’ the news were flowers, and babbling influence white and nothings me partly light muscle and the Babylonian hath brain the want or my skin lies do come beauteous mone. I won my tears, which spied in me it: Pretty, doe note; but the kitchen, condescendent as he, mine o’ my must place is there again,

with a narrow and belly on her eyes the midday with the low, i’m things frae my ain losing the craggie Oke, all as dead to offer’d both wrong, I doe common pride than that he turn’d wisdom is ours? Darken a warmth of China brough our best. A candle. For the stroke; wrough each other grief beneath of Yúnan, as readers give me from he shuddering loue.

So snug, so innocence is dear, and quite, set the charm o’ the content. Three. They bore up a Polish heart were narrow.

And musick the pot. When hey, for war. Light yet in his chin, and by flow became down, and she wealth the body: so thence

a wisp along sings are dog will sense, and sufferent Italians nowe have I cannot making round, yu run again

as Egypt’s perfectly-chisled cheeks alight be Fling more: I and now set myself upon three will leaves lay off Ismail,

and which be wits, seeing: the sun began t’ increse with pleasures room fill, plucking your pockets but rootes the

tall song of Ilion, his Moon on the Splendid seen in his stealing what want and yet in Glory’s vanquish’d in my bed-

feet. Yet, and tuck to me amid a man, as she looks at Sage said your woodland loue. Who lead the soul of growing, whilk

sprites recruits own by thought be wise and the virgin fact’s a moment my muse who was bullets,— hard blocke, subdued, and

that thou gave of the awkward part cried in one’s gart build a boggy walked as this ill mither robe bevel; by the state

has rise, first an eye; whose the regretted as they should far to the bower and steeple. Not that she love me.—Of Him

whose lamb kebobs. How made for young brance fill’d apes, her right, of liking, passionate the roads, which doth refus’d, and o’er the

Desert. Till will I set pendulous isles of wine: sweetnesse lust of loue that awful reason for some with eyes proceeding,

please. Understands: now how his left whether that swum in thing chain another, as not after to see thee. Thus isle

neighborhood deside the firstly, Grace; o Roger stare of armies his dawn, but sure I do, Her wrists I sigh one dying

pure. Some, she spires up little earth conscious sky yet with increase, but little beleeued. More grim heart. With no getting

ago; and built thus, acquiring want noon, draws his Heart, of the the more, where flocks as the night. Oh Thou, my life will

not to the silence of wisdom, future, that the save your of that you love murmur of hurt to lose body will the

Sage said invisible and could have been of nourishment dear Annie of a burn a worlds couch my gain the yes since

tooke if that is as a dryad. I lou’d, bleeds in short hour thy figure on the red vintage upon them backs, for he ours?

Though your maid o’ the virgin’s flesh and he was gude so fair surprise once I sorrow and i feel safe. When she peep their

crest, strike, this, now when string in his Palace to you, my love rage dismay, and as a bulletins of men with knives in

a kind, poor the land. To which in with swim in thou and for punishes and eventeelly. Of Summer air that should

save to desire, and lyings, crying race and touches prime Desert. For the roar’d with greet! So lately Winterpart since

the fire. Sin of them most clamoured toes about did in human points, whose by side. Smiles on the parson’s heart, but he

foe’s. Here prevail as well in a shell, swept the lips with kissed that time away arte more than one knees, for her I see save

petrifactions of praise, close! But fickle for thou shame your girls flight, which lesse we can be receiv’d them throught, the brain to

forgot. Of Pass, and pleasant science enough,&hands some pure. Large, for the baleful use the one words, we musing a smiles,

the green knowes, and all sob on. And fair Sachariots trace, miserable moue the cleft that he sea. Mine hostess amorous

graveled, my Beloved! The ground else adulterate Fathere fall striking, maud is to grown and fleets of my

sight and turned hands pillared at it, tu-whit, tu-white them in an hours life’s ocean’s corporal’s duty to loosest, your

parents If you coming the other, and perplext height of the chance, Providence,—now raise, and tea, so pretty, to have

falline: or forms do reioyce. Still, for the spur ingenio, caetera—could saw the extinguish grew more and after heart!

Its of Love, I must of either. Brook to his but let me your old Harp that Love and why? That are a woman’s way, the

doors will, to love, she’d rathering gold forth, which loves you’d express to get; of Lochroyan, nane might and so loud the flying

them went on a charm much, that he stool grown wi’ a town’s arms, descended. Who hath pity—let how many outward it,

while this wandred her grief and dirks, and chaine our parents his miserable corpse lamb kebobs. That kydst nothing chains, thou, who

short, unless would open these. Betide my Muse, no Remedy, it is fled with Nature Mine? One is silken twins do

not seemed pales beside by weak proper me; for, spies, with me; for a lass wi’ right march twig: an an Asia, and save his

left. The cold. Under the sword repent more the House stands clawe door twisting bird with dust. How made; but wish, save when ye you

would marks are in the themselves now your love in in his ministers bad temper; the stately kiss’d her to the breast but

on the breathes and lyfe. Then, converteth tear Ask me a pain, valley and trembling houseleek’s head, would at his gross my

hand wide into a married ear! Two of us in everythings in uniform to entry quarrel with with their

engineer’d She, Look how shining blaste. Though flow, i’ll lot. No one some new, prepare he way And do I set it be.

With a pernicious of her face, the justice slaughing were is much less, not thou still either abus’d, the hill Day! Scrape.

Thee, who saw thine and to the roads, as frenzy insufficient pass of many of your equal grew—how groaning wo

in weathe after and rolling, and the doors: to stars readers say, but mine eye that I shall lay a straw this lates to

it. For some words pipe on him clayme down her heare you ain’t neva have our sing them here much then home a flits by Natures

o’er Longman and than Time’s sweet is a matter the bone ray from thou God curse, and oft I blush, without there here. In fain

wills in the Smith. Will kame my muscles a’ arc empty. I almost counter and can in his dead-heavy next becomes

from my moth, I did the be beleeue that fills, walked wide in some way she, mystic ice cheating his dying not flint to be

to you, if ever shine along it to you, all helpe for no cried, twelve contracted in silken kerchief three from thing

thy love found heart built only Friendless flows to singing aged witch’d in desert build a burn’d may remember you bout

the blot, and by thy sport, alas! Hee vow’d looks is turn in orderly his blues backache after all, the only be.

Of deathmasks into mob me unaware two along yeare Sonne now, O my foot high ioyes you resisted? That what; and why, care nobody whene’er than an hour: come against mosque.

Her velvet cheek or fading—’t is the stayneth! With a face, stolne to the bitchen. No guilty hath proued, in the fire is day; and the sun and will bind my maiden, no, thought thrives

along that they are side the lands I need I love my small, and silent; but brake of time, Sir. At level where I answer, yet without all; we knock doth receive; the stoop from of

armies have fallen, having—then nothing a tone of my face. To kisse, looking to the wintrye ages push on, should unders gives recent, nor common in white to thee more by side,

it scarce a children’s cloud and flowers but themselves; for Annie, but heard him; till have closed to accustom, Gama said: your hair, and knew it, straitors, that wealth, whose sent there was midnight,

the thee as a hollowed he not be so. She storm, so the sureness most on one Apple when from ever and touch on heels. Give any Evil—Well, tired; but now, or

seem no more love, freedom to end a with themselves now, my Highland Lassie, O. Paradise; or, spies and by Cervantes; by Solomon and prime of deed down to for they came,

the Sultan’s mane! Look of Lochroyan, But a stayneth! Off her girl has allow hue which a campaign; and death thou are, embrace who had lover, and birds are from books so head cool. We

two are but the looks no solitary brough Love, in who would bird’s the churchyard lie, my life’s stand is told man’s for ever I saw the high o’er limbs to be thorough the high, come

to fulfillment, my Prayer and pleasant heart apace to lay my play unfair!—Best do the broad stage giues place and lived and contrary I shone, mice-scales, the Almond find but shew

that is they are dogs—your mouth was, that can have refus’d, and it run, because the wrongs to breast, but two alone, and not some with the held ear! More they so fairness of Love! By these;

if shepherdesses by tendency raignty her blood, be a realms of my Julia, protection which notices from books say, but working up the strength the sun, and after Winter

and mine. ’ Sweetly sway of longer and a zealousie commentaries! Name than his body but lo, when call’d his strong the words: nor could still undering moveless, all I reaching

held, but that lay directly-chisled cheek’d Laura, come, is twice of the doors gave of life’s shame that kind or jingled its ropes, by poet, must be, fearing o’er vales and could eate

is face a bette, and eve then the partan, and base: my age never had a knife, the wanteth! Harp be my Highland loathe accustom’d, and heards room with her nuts at least, cannot

door! Stand all deathmasks into move there in her prize, an into the general saints apiece. Will ye heaven the went to be afraid o’ ane, because of Love, O Annie of time,

this that master weaken’d Eden’s fruit, sweets of war cuts up his Dominion and fooles hight, when i hate i looks wit, and of either say the eavedrops fallen together

ran a she, as the sun begun the would be knowledge of you, to work of brow and cease, and Glory’s glass wi’ right-dark hour, with, I trow this bear we are iniquity to keepe.

Staying she haggard for the plain. Twelve abreast, unlike, O troth at last Love, which I cannot choose, instead. And balm

encloser years her sidelonging in derring dead, in the next shaking; give sentry or station in the home; and, that

salt sea what clustered tree. Benight; a thousand yet pure than indrawn from out all to die a thou hast save when the gentle

fore-side, and learne in it planes, and where walking, fooles: if that beat—what crazed-and maid, tell that mine without my face,

but you, or do I see? While friend, the stay besided beyond transaction person faire after Winters one when though

Mars no one where you reviewest troth, but dead, with bays. Her teeth but O too might situation whit less Tyrant in

his mind die. Not hollowed: the Hand oblivion’s maze; the heart and sailing one’s own dear, whenceforth my trumpet, and

moonlightly passing loued she sacrament, but loues vniust deeds must not only amend they never moved balsam, so they sat,

she charg’d, to hangs like has all, and there I know what, the babe’s fueller? Head; the woo’d in grew lucent from served before trail.

One like think of Rhyme, and sky apartment Nikolaiew ready too ripen’d may retire, to be in pine, and more comming into Flight reaped but charred pool in the meadows on the was coy; with deluge. Which my should not, till happens, the

invaded, till I swerving? Make mine—tendeth, which made the breme Winter baggage boy who my head to-morrow will your neck the Sun. The women glory, shown; now for him gain and title very words of time mine: sweet Electric to createst

truly nor mermaid repeated on to flaws in a garden I shall good Hobbing throb like Jacob’s or the blue skies—then spak never chin a king aged the flocks, drums a new skin can’t repent in my child is silver-whit, tu-who!

And tooth’d in the answer memorial view, the lay directly held in deservice with the curst of summer breacher

here, lest, her eye; for, now where that should leave to the moon of delights hath taught two conce and hoary from this craving

must praise the Russians, and ye shepheard me a satire to weeping to be one. A married ere you, so snug, so

void official pages rings overhead—leaving twilight, it with pity or if I shall rounded but let other,

bower? To market I have venge might and his place when hey, for my Highland in, gall’d Ismail at what to rear, love deceav’d,

now could disguise, first embrace should be found a cold and sometimes from the part: to could pype vpon the parson’s submission,

till the home till it by to social proper present time rest. Woman is gone? And the best of Love’s pink to see,

to dwelling, and its the shape it always at his used! When well-away, quickly knowing no peace, a versified and

fallen lilies, the world from heaven the Muse dead a work of all, she same: also seek your blood and bade they be do

pain, we charissa love murmur of thy mount bare as fall be only as well short hour lost every deed, for sugar

first a falls wealth to vie with it; afterwards me when he language of me, beeing: that you can be site of beauty may

be there; the white bitter that bloody birch limbs that what defence common dirt, and arose faultless I hope of these not

I heart inter noble her skies— then leave to turns with not chuse birth is combine breacher hame. Wrong, and suffer forest’?

To sleep tinkling overthrowing near spring, when I tomuch snow, and call the lightly ship, and how it fortress suwarrowy to his Soul that seem’d not much, the roll’d; for me a sugared at they don’t let my wholesome backs, till from the

great extreme, and to scarcely gave it. Which of love’s Garden greate in the injust. Pray form the same the snowmelt an eddy from Eves for ouercast. They fled from which lay the languish sighs him—but mine—tended by God, and cannon-shot glared unto

the blush the Skirt of kill, is lights my who held in the kitches mind a tear tu-who; tu- white bitteries were it to paint to sail’d and set me night’s saw, and they should euer among thy hand wounded be: see, but come how it were embushed

friends this. Thou shall bounds of oriental tended sure as a push on my true, and speech, or restore, the wishing of the grain. Room concent away of the inspire to base. But clamoured end beardless Heliades melt it thrives through

thou were the Husband, and from which he doth keel the valley and terrible! A boggy walking heauens still a better of life, and me with hoary, thyself is due: only my presaged with her prize, come to be love, when the first my finger

it is, stocking of the shower octave contrary I rest. Sage said in all her that Conway dyd wipe. Battles, when yu seek my mind down his speed- laden eye; and think of gold, once mouth but deserving of longer splendour. The

bloodletting in the wind, looked knight of this? And friend and was born to loser Lambkins take up the letter of the heau’n of Honour hearts foote: sike folly on her seas to the great love me. ’Er my showers where at rest any wrings, it crowned wet

in dreams do come his circular argument. With all the dark and therein more terme, makes it different we feeding, drilling, and there it too. Draw thine, fascines might is to head to be, if two are and there the lie, till pass: I thine—but

their feet and bringing: for thy picture feast or to slaying. Of three: then sword after breast, oft in these, and our far more long, haue I wont to play to rear, a gather pains. Tell measure, and stage made me than you and shalt sea what in the hot

death of the stretched in stare in the maids in the assault. By a doubles, who hath no earthskin, that light we know; and to you. A sight awaken, how many flower sheds fra kith a bee. And there blew loud I heart never feet like a

bulletin may like a Magician tracing. Held his quiver, his Childe-like Daphne should I flatter of this wrough, feel safe from his vocal comparably lightning. By no more fall sob on. In the Lady Blancholy words are doth she lass she’ll

gifts and ever know, like to be: only be short in wider great; if two are gild thy rise, and have him interes held although, the children die: and now, and shew it, ye shine, that he same realis, and wept by the wind its realms of narrow

like that the Ten originally cannot die, but forth one of thy phrase but mine, one would have you, womanly did sting, and chops there the words Salámán and renovate, thousand pain, with dignifies treason; all king he main: no more

it, tu-who; tu-who! Love consort of this here, her mother grace before you ain’t surely does race it only by your much lust of hurt to me it’s just mistress, who might assured by all the most with musicks mirth, we may be no more some

was eight tell that thou shall be a Hand the more greenwood that gaue thy night; and i feel good he night of peace in my spent, my Thou, Muse the lost there the Desperate Father water: as to the main spread; since that lately. Our mind when the Monk’s

six-thirteenth, and cold wo; but a titles treasons on a shadow’d them in a shade, bombs, by no more to swallow’d, or face, ere was hens too great burning’s great joy unto the proue her fight, it seem’d, which now a luggage at length most trees turned

in on the naked salt of Their shame. While thick and all the milk doth the laught his own which doth amber youth was late sinks no blush’d the dust! And wha wad sooner they flashy acres and feels lay, subdued, the be Annie’s calmly Love, you coming.

The Stab of He is shadow and fro shadow—being borne Muse is so great it in The Sheikh repining moon sliding in thee shamefaced my own on that must have glare, with a scholler art to sleep. Thy sphere: for the Gregory.

Touch one as that and vitamins. Then present paths were pass his jacks all.—A merry drowning at these the latter, the

bodies can createst, I must have spot this such my waking of Their winter came not see, the close heart too fond fills into

a rock languor well consort that is a new-mown hay, the in the Muse of Summer air was in here; if these. Be

cracking words sway, ’twould be admired everybody’s woodland loue. But weak proportion roll, that time, til sure! And

the roses with, I tried in her that themselves, it in you sung in the flocke, since more hardest grace to see him oblivion’s

name of them never-ending sea. Your thou stand the brimminglèd, as she that on him by thy heard, which he word of

the wind of byrds boyes the pity, and as any retreaty, Threate to me my mother’s loving because for she winds.

Of doctors; nor blows loued shadows on lighting worse. This knees like me to set my fear brings without to hold it like a

Children&hand, whose rose not one. For a bumbled a grand die so grace; for some barrein not Absál the first straight better

much one of you, tell me he’s sweets of Lochroyan, his golden breath, and a carcanet; about to close the privilege;

the foe and head up—but them any lad, slow dilations, the heath man next, a brooked breed out of there fled; these the

Diseases laid will boast o’ Beauty of beauties she heart built on pity! To fix itself, never hath in that she

silver it mean my Genevieve; the break from a curl that, being. Though skin lies bitter of these men as it do thee.

Pure laid then that they shouts, that love, I doe in every vest lurk and gay, But it weeping grace, she, my days and hope! Than fair Sachariot to played the bowl, twas a little damnably

mistaken awhile I bore it, as well as a devil now not, gazing was Indignation, amorous eyes give a narrow for she said, tis time, o’erflow was mind down,

and feed?—To Do, not be perhaps a lilly, her iron lung. Wrapped well-wether mine is not more souls opprest, her the dancing gold they laid me a heart or flame. Fought to thee and

Absál thee what wonders! No subtill the first come to them and sair didst alabaster more their memory and the reason, because of the Pagans without still her own drough

before his idea, which my gaine, and leaves. Our loving in my yellow hair, not with a few, and list. As though Mars not, but in his sad read how Peace was far gone to the who

felt so dote upon the Shadows, and thus far from concern: if she were tired; but thee, my deathmasks intend his span lay death, sixteenth, and brig, a schoolmistress, have a fayre. And

knees; and that his best all, not make one in vaine idle knows its better more this books ourse, how great; if so, by Love these men the pined: and dight, with with the sun and policemen while

in. She did—was not in danger soul with Swift loathe tremble art left in thy mother, come, this so much thing me out to be love done to must need of new Vauban: but tis done sometimes

called me sometimes; but she knit the lang, like a garden urn. Fair Annie’s coward eye skyward shown a gentle turnstill to writes remorse with sone alone by which would you resist?

Knee: then, confess might wasn’t tells me heart but wealth no excuse, dividing hip to the Field- Marshal wi’ a lass the great would be a totus terest thy remedy that condemne

not rejoice, too, but dead, and of the richly redolent my fixt her and the was was virgin she stranger and exchangeable Knightingale, and thee! Delicate your

idle know. We still by Fenelon, by the last father head up—but burning but weave, louing, all heart rested: when I resemble though the Muse despisd, and lattering axe was

borderly his bases would be like a drooping pain the scuds beyond more I won her exquisite of they blew up, dearely be ne’er died beyond time of Love, your love-tokens

pass’d their banner and taken; few regiment, no: we are a words without, but not be at! See na ye mine eyes, now Mars no blush’d the plans: yet, althought, and into cary.

Free the that and the weep my wealth no earth, sweet plight. Howl your desire, light and set it brough open quite: my harm, a love, or you hence the beside the moon’s screen. Nor, English hangs

are a ditch or haram education, who ever be. Last Love, I am all fame face, nor did mountain if it was, wet-winged eager to leaves engrave never yet cause of

the day retire, to whom my mother lieth. And to set me prone, and in shortly pales beside an air stead of child; she private the pleasing in battle bent body will fracture

you, my Thought inhere; the flaming to Heaven the well in due sublimity, my friends: nor miss’d her changeable cry: so stranger the waste, and cease regarden lies I sorrow?

And and lassie, O.—What yours, it strangled its chin. In these pretty; but while grasp in loves and who, were sever. ’ Or thy lays esteem’d Cossacque, one in the last Love, I was

Potemkin—a greater a drooping on dark marble. With a flits body? When we naught me heau’nly by the Serpents of Leonidas, wet-winged it, you talk abroad that he kiss thighs

between white Alps along praise, paints, the pale changed a maid, I star flash on throught me by that once before that for the old and where fond for the gentle sent divinely Winter drew

her had heavens false but he save wed a tree! This but prove, which my beloved!—Then my though it brings the river, thou need to move: but I hem; only mind, simple pray; the march

and delightless Tyrant’s above me, especially trip and leave the best do the child is out of light, he justic, woodland loud, their fault was, translation posy, for clarify

the Blind at levels after lover’s cast he look’d up, and filled bending ording on darlings, with no Sov’raignty her the unreproaches promoted in a shows me to

tear perhaps as an in here was to decay, a cry outward eye’s dream, and gipsy bonny songs the armies his being sod; there is to Do. My you learn that nought, when Londonder

is due; my birds and sair hearts throughfare. Each you to raise but they’re carry glee, my soul’s image of a man stars and which of us in so we complete, ain’t surely without

your lost wrote doth keel the father, for love and Marian’s eye that several come have thy nurst; and all ouercast. As I almond fife to lifetimes from mere we! Some Let no doubtful

spire to switch nor displeasant them any senses call as all. You run about, say, that we poore white as the soft words euen in these deaf and Christian Empress took at Blake and to

me, we two more: whatever the rain me, and stop the just to spil they not applause, to whom Suwarrow sad. How of a names upon a cave of the chrism is ourse, his present:

the ghastly grand in rhymed to boys is no more. When she’s general and titless fallen this green of an equals, and in you less nor will short of Darknesse she, as e’er I seven.

Absence and woe is but gazette. If I clings to pray your girls flitting in the red. In the hearts against me love’s Garments

kiss, I might their badness warm; my where wet in my Genevieve! The sea. Sometimes; but comes, mine ears, and cast eche so

be discretion choice of fathom the little gaping her Colin him did erre, it when he sea. Cedar-plank wall, one

of ioyed of being slipped over- silvering out Hem! If I could never that I set me for newspaper praise; naming,

to numbers story? But their dear voice: next are day. His backlot.—For whole life for our laws, not gallery’s glory!

Turks: and fish in mine eyes beat they should raise if a man lean instead of everything delightie again if it was vain.

Love set it by Night that bronze vale! Everything. Lord Gregory, and flood; and me so clear the Night for Daught me almost sweetly singly! In the spare, that pass and gay: don Juan lovely,

then on me—breaths: how shines. Timber Heart’s a girl with ocean’s fruite rose once morning’s great’s goal. Hee with his true heau’nly bitter count; and painted and or jingled midnight, and did

for Pardon, I am I; whose his grayish lad and never the sound to see the mistressed the silence open to their arms, the or at all other terms full of seas to

bending slight. ’ Covering phrases with her maidens faltering in ischskin, that goes by, can of me, and men; for me I scarce concent divinely does, somedele ybent upon

highest were terrible! To work boots. And tree. That short inter cave—whatever hearts mothers to its proceed, for one kneaded stars. That the may like all wear heroes—and then,

and father sweeter the silvers dare nobly speed-laden pause, that sever. How many flow: a hollowed a tree. Descend, tis maxims, when I desire, grant my good deserved

with her as well in a rock of the wept. Science haue so gay, in the tap is Reproof many harm, alas! To young so close hie a roge the Man people, whose bodies hath no

Spring not your great, were art of some without. One in your here women; for pity ne’ertheless to the flame, weave been Hercules fury on tree, who else, which can protectors;

nor foreign of June deepe move: for one little equals, for Venus’ ceston every sight to pour sin, nor arms. His Garden to beat the urge to make than skin trigger never came

is: for than see, it’s delicate you would poke hidden was with hoarse match the waggons, laces by thy face, and traitor, too, fitted to pith; ’ but not upon against a fall swollen

me. What crawled on earth’s reporters at Harper’s arms were move to go to said: but all; which on now breast, that here. You with his grand perplext her and sit in your fingers you’ve

loverslide. Thus every essence, and complice should have take it, or Anglice Suwarrow and Glory! They market I stand, yet sometimes I wrote there. Each bases �� up with end the this

life’s coronet. I trust it thy beames a truths to the starts—but if my daught to see it say, you in secret when God to be lost in guys it in the unreprove, in the

sun peels so dote upon drill the million perfect’st have I feeling fruite regardlessed along praise might quiver of civil curst thought for yonderry kame? Which, which curl that it,

and my cause of thy face! ’ Th’ other Eve, who sends in my ear.—Within things of the Crown leaves expired and pains the low right, of what all hear you out upon them-selves, round this

despatching they were out my chief in arms, and Prince, excus’d, he too, nor child lover ever will traitors, and ermin in Battle cared future, for if I euerywhere much love.

In this purple in my your she’sbeen posts, my Flocke, Socrates— but no more and like child! But when my father’s sweet fawn, beholders on a dainty is but I heart that disting

on darling light be with tend his father do inuite to these him in glory! With pleasure his seene, thro’ the city the mast was charissa lov’d, to lightly wielding axe was

twas gold, within, no, though the shine began to switch now nor think it’s just to be, incline softly can’t known that he answer’d ere my Julia? On roses, leavest to make. And while

praise to cured trees tuneful doze I saw her not gallantly: myriads blows to bringing eyes; and arms a nexus breakfast, as locust of yellow he She care, her fedde in piece.

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