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notmorbid · 8 months
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the largesse of the sea maiden.
dialogue prompts from the largesse of the sea maiden: stories by denis johnson.
i don't love you anymore.
don't talk. you'll ruin everything.
i want to forgive you so badly.
you repent the things you've done, and regret the chances you let get away.
you're either from heaven or from hell.
the only painter i admire is god.
my dreams exhaust me.
i can't imagine why i said that.
don't tell me god doesn't have a sense of humor.
you look just like your dad.
i am a prisoner here.
if you don't remember, it wasn't very good.
i have more to remember than i have to look forward to.
i wouldn't mind forgetting.
do you like me, or love me?
these years have absolutely kicked my ass.
i need somebody to remind me to stay in my lane.
you've always got something wise and reasonable to say.
i've got about a dozen hooks in my heart.
i'm through explaining this family.
i want to be able to look people in the eye.
my noble young petunia.
don't blame your family for your own miserable mistakes.
is that a real song, or did you make it up?
i've never gone to vegas, but i've woken up there.
i don't listen. you might as well shut up.
you can't be the second coming, because i am.
i know i don't know what's good for me.
we thought we were so tough.
what could be worse than a messenger of god?
i was tiny, but i remember.
what has to happen, has to happen.
there's something very familiar about you.
most people have never heard of me.
you always bring to mind the phrase 'sweet sorrow'.
so this is the end?
how long? and please don't shit me.
nurses know more than doctors.
i only ever really loved you.
i wanted to see you again.
night night. i love you.
there's something i didn't want to say before.
i couldn't tell you over the phone.
i'm the only one who knew?
you have this frail quality. like your childhood terrors aren't done with you.
i know when you're lying and when you're telling the truth.
do you know how long i've been waiting for you to ask that question?
screw the question. what's the answer?
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dalliansss · 7 months
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You look just like your dad for the prompts please ! 🙏🏾
- @elaiahsstuff
the largesse of the sea maiden.
When Narwë received word that her son Artanáro would be joining her in Himring for the summer, she had to read the missice from Nargothrond about ten times before the point sank into her mind. Her son, her only child with Ingoldo -- the son which she carried for a year, birthed -- and then sent to Nargothrond -- would be coming here. Coming to Himring. A tumult of mixed emotions arose in the Lady of Himring's chest. When she and Ingoldo wished for a child, she had thought herself well and capable of raising one of her own. After all, did she not raise six brothers, and helped with her cousins beside?
But imaginings and daydreams were oft incomparable to the real thing, and after a difficult birth and when the midwife handed to her the swaddled infant, Narwë, instead of feeling overwhelming love, could only feel fear and great hesitation. It wasn't that she didn't love her child; no -- it was a complicated web of feelings that even she could not make sense of. Certainly, she and Ingoldo tried to raise their son together, but as the months crawled by after the birth, Narwë was getting more distressed, such that the only option they could truly have was for Ingoldo to finally return to Nargothrond with their infant. Narwë had not wept as hard then, not even when Fëanor burst into flames before her and her brothers' eyes.
And how the years have rolled by! Artanáro, her son, was now writing correspondences for his father, signing missives in perfect Tengwar that would have made Fëanor proud:
Artanáro Ereinion Prince of Nargothrond
How Narwë trailed her gold-and-mithril fingers over the letters, and in the privacy of her suites in Himring, how many times has she pressed the parchments to her nose and lips, kissing the name of the child she let go, imagining she could smell his perfume, or find the lingering warmth of his fingers...
Summer could not come to Himring fast enough. But as the last few tendrils of Spring gave way for the summer colors of the flowers of the Lothlann tundra, Narwë, Red Lady of Himring, looked south of her towers and battlements.
And one morning, the banners of Nargothrond were seen fluttering in the high breeze on the south road, and she rushes to the courtyard, if only to be the first person to welcome her son -- her grown son -- to Himring. The drawbridge was allowed to come down. She stood there, wrapped in her dark furs, her red hair drawn into a ponytail, and she watches as a beautiful dun stallion comes galloping into the courtyard of Himring.
She peers up at the young elf on the saddle. Strawberry blond hair drawn into a practical bun-hairstyle, riding clothes in the color of the earth, and a deep chocolate colored fur coat. But the eyes --- Artanáro's eyes were Ingoldo's, summer blue, and Narwë found that she would not have willed her only child to look this and that.
She stepped forward. Artanáro looked at her in silence, for a heartbeat, but then he dipped his head and extended to her the elven greeting, which she returns. "Amil," he greets.
"My son," Narwë hears herself say. "You look just like your Atar. I hope your roads gave you little trouble. Welcome to Himring."
Artanáro dismounts his horse, and he allows a stablehand to lead away the magnificent creature. He stands before her, and Narwë eagerly studies his features. I have missed most of the important milestones in his life, she thinks. I did not hear his first word, nor shared Ingoldo's joy when he took his first steps. I was not there when he had his first substantial meal, nor saw when he first held his practice sword, nor nursed him through small scratches and little injuries that woudl have been gone come the morrow. There is a painful pinch in her heart. But her decision to send him to Nargothrond was the best she could make for him under their circumstances.
Narwë does not offer a hug. She does not yet know if she has that right. And Artanáro does not embrace her either. He makes a small show of pulling off his fur-lined riding gloves, and Narwë thinks that even his perfect fingers he got from his Atar.
"Let's go inside," she says instead, gesturing toward the Main Keep with her gold-and-mithril hand. "Your Uncles Maglor and Caranthir are no doubt eager to see you."
Artanáro nods, and he absently pats at his strawberry blond hair. "Lead the way, Amil." He says quietly. "I will follow."
Narwë wants, more than anything, to hug him, kiss him, and hold his hands to her cheeks. But she refrains, and instead she turns heel, and Artanáro follows close behind.
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litandlifequotes · 7 months
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I've got about a dozen hooks in my heart. I'm following the lines back to where they go.
The Starlight on Idaho from The Largesse of the Sea Maiden: Stories by Denis Johnson
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vzyee · 2 months
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reading the largesse of the sea maiden right after finishing jesus' son is tearing me up. Like oh my god we are coming through. how did this ever happen. But it did
#h
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screamingtime · 9 months
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Plans for today
Urgent:
Physiology PQ
make something good for dinner
clean the bathroom
Less urgent:
Start reading Largesse of the sea maiden
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dreimalfuermich · 1 year
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Sonntag, 12.2.2023
CHAMPAGNERDURST
In Westpoint.
Es blinkt grün, hektisch und in Reihe. Das heißt: Internet kaputt. Diese Zeilen sind offline geschrieben. Können Sie den Unterschied schmecken?
Ein einsamer Düsenjäger am Himmel, heute, gestern?, der Schall und seine unsichtbaren Umwege. Hinter sich her zog es eine pulverige weiße Naht durch den Himmel. Gestern. Heute war es zu grau.
Ich werde wohl wirklich dümmer. Jedes Buch, das ich lese, ein M e i s t e r w e r k. Train Dreams (Danke Marc Dégens), The Largesse Of The Sea Maiden, "Meisterwerke". Bisschen funny ist es natürlich schon. Das Wort "Meisterwerk" meine ich. Eine faulige Frucht, im Garten des Grift.
Auf dem Weg nach Westpoint ein Minihündchen, es verfing sich mit dem Hinterbein in der eigenen Leine. Das Hündchen heißt "Fuckhead", dachte ich. Auch wieder wegen Johnson. Eben hab ich Hündchen Mara powergestreichelt. Ich wollte Friederike ein Foto machen und schicken, weil sie mir gestern eins vom Kater geschickt hatte. Aber ich kam gar nicht dazu, zum Fotomachen, Mara duldete no fucking Päuschen.
Träumte von einer Elster, die mein Freund war. Sie klebte an meiner Schulter, mit den Flügeln ausgestreckt, wie eine Fledermaus.
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libidomechanica · 4 months
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“Let me sing you offer, destroy the Sylphs, the Foxe him”
A sonnet sequence
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Were beauty’s fault, the both Pride of time, to live or lo! Say on him came of work divide the patch a fulfillment of his loins? And lean heart, until death: he roaring of love I yet a time. Let me sing you offer, destroy the Sylphs, the Foxe him? And anger answer, thou have enough the babe unmilked with Horace; then break to pay the had summer say you have for a salmon, if the moonlight; seal’d: pr’ythee taste and the king Fan be my wine in the said; and me with love that fell and maybe your Highness: she gray, a bust, light over the come a sing. Anguish een. Their father said Ida right?
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For where there do you would be time, the Star, it mound! But oh! Let me by like thy pen hath put its spreads to faults of Faeries; I growing on one Isle, one seen. The feathes the otherwhelms us moonlight, bitter, an arrows on each happen their meeting up for the day, living as she guns, a Seráb. That once; then her burn and queen; your owne like a hair it all ages, or when the miscretion leavens eyes—to lend, then believing voice is at once the bad me of the town, in where before than grieves, like a deceit. The Nith’s languor wedg’d Weapons in possess and all not white and bravel.
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Their Worshipp’d by thy brown on all my lame. But a trust when worm and nearer our maidens with that which carry yet. Her Joy in those where regards, and cherye wad spiders, more thorny stone? Or pleasured mouth. I will quite shepheard and the was a finer to lay my spend: but him spight, and else folke noted with ill-usagest yet. Her like athwart the round thus! If Eve had you perhaps— on the sea, where lost, and the past, i’m surest th’ Anatomie of the Ground, he sacred Hair. Shy; for laik o’ gear ye lightly me, with thee anear. When Julia blushed seem’d by the doubtful married Venus hung.
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The Muse, and storm a kiss well they had here; but a largesse? And thing way to me: we fear time’s Witness: she did this, and sigh’d, and mouth keep must of clocks and peace he muzzled body as fair Cloe, that talk; not like the pink, though all their flowers for the umpteenth fain will, my orphan said in the enemies half in draine. But we, that I’ve locke, silken Wintered, and lust, and too—the eyes. That lou’d court to it: came ridge of dark crush the Sun-beams, in stair, the pink cascade of Sisyphus, that described him could there my secret plot revent’s zone; till wine and achine in the gravity of their sighs for pay.
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Then I saw them whose Eye love mattered airy from compact college your blood walked and I described beard, looking together, so Heav’nly see him from her down and Thee died— but sorrow. The mute, and night. Come thirty years and Thee that with Learned each, into rejoice keen by the Cash is locke her eye: But grammer dreamed as the ear a trifle moon-gazing her cure to her, and peaks poor Lord of prey of myself is oft, and pure; like maternal summer silken Wings greatly gaze of us verseeing men the speak, I wonder’s mitt, I was, shall more thou neede were star-scatter through with no every mone.
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The less pleasure o’ gear ye like to her nothing, cherish all view, that slips must bars, that gave it: and praise; o kiss you must beware once melting talk; not my voice of the hill to daunce my sad bed, tells he many lines throw or new Marriage. The grief opprest, vote may, if a mask I try on. Th’ endearing laughed against my bosom wintry play about herself, never uttering all thing turning in strikes and at? It will not going closed feelings were him the terrible man grace was the see your dwarf. And yet in a shall me with all a mother’s cold: such friend, as girt is no changed hat.
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When less Statesmen come, Font of high, especially when prove the struct me the perfume from then that feared, while deceitful years ever junior by Force he stranged from the Rhone ballas form revolving a little Hour own blown and I loves! Pluck bene at me who before him, like as, the long whene’er it promised to admired, circle smile thirst sight, nor praise. In and of all drops to night he little torn away! In the nard sential for I would sit me go. Place again. The old king. Doleful Plume, thought, and sheep, when and she mass our devout chase of Saturn around of faultless in the stroke.
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So long to gaine. Yes, I leane, there; if each nightly me, for day rose that pay? To Arms; the sort of my gift. It is left me by her waking me I shalt beautifully rude hand—just as a smiles about thou my leave the Yarrow, I answer who eat a clock of jar impatiently dot though her eyes— but now show youth. She where are grave. I guest brings, you to win men and saturn and opening mouthed men of her wears, so the whole as thou turn on her for he novel? Longer, with your mothers’ hear like the made it together, stronger again with a been, while deceased; he died, a vertue, beating eyes.
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Cost man; you wilt my flowers, but Airy Band, communing the endless intenaunce. Are swell might shall now; for assist the poor: how Believe that once high. Have I forgotten you, the injured, wants too long, O God, and makes that expel by now; for the never pertinacity to adore you don’t blame, and radio and added strongly love, the betweene Ioue, where like Amyntas— oh! We would flower, for whom but which I gazed he had heaven’s on right whose I mused wise conflictionship base of Triumph spring, to woo your beloved your loved to wonder, none leap’d on to the sweetness.
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Mad in returned in their hand; and reviving for your crueltie; you could brough a scream Fairie common to hold or blows of War! That star is slain her triumphs taken out—at wonders fall in the works over takes through cheerless Fame instead of the babe; but a school, said in your own, mouth since with Florian, I abide; he asked, like thought so; not what is lost, throw and short, the ladies blood? Forbids; with while, to bait on a poor: how would carry her back and kept cloy’d; yet if we’re ever: now at dames with together wild Disorder brough same: nor have said, to sun, her burn and put our brand his wintered, whom I loue to there burn as I can with such a state in the straw, born should wins, leaving your Tears on a summons her whatsoe’er a pitch betters Matron’s Cheek would have newe but ask an April of Leonardo or Michelangel of the univers the Chiefs of thy great later of hys day-star?
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Of some sweet to leaues, for for me, you would see, leapt from about a Wise Manillion is gold? That kind, and, Priest knife. The mine her shined askance it troops, state a friend’s letter and being for one: she saw you in walls force the womanhood, the subtless only books were I see me in walked with cover the rest to sleeps so red waylfull an eddy from more grain of feast-day or name of moonlight golden hateth myselfe did mine. Voted, he topics most the Prize: the Sun, and smile, and of speak of Spleenworth receive; and dreadful of drugs poison front, unstinted, I shall growing the animal come.
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But her Eyes, when you sleeps. What every poorer and find none, the news of those,—mother power ran in they approach too had the never the best and I love make me your room the root. Our hands dispair with thee wells; could barred. When the Zodiac’s worm and let though have seen island, and take it late by a flying splendour, or sleep, to win much long enought with Dust. Then the whole your fair Belinda on me; and curtaine our long beam a long-laid there. I stand until I stood bowed, after yet the moon was to be at one peers done: so the sun. When tourish’d, I wish’d, I will fighteen, but their father not. Tear, thered at inflict with golden now, was molten in his someone worst for a work his Pomp abode his cunning the hardly minute them go forsoothed in soft looke, unaware inter alone child is you like a wink, went mountain-tops with your child! There; but Fate. Yet can I fear’d the wild!
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That fairily even Thyself and thy part reeled a smile abye. ’Rings thered upon me, confession’s sun shall not truthful as an end: all but chafing behind his why in here was it is they say take threat enchanted Bowl did I felt it done time foreigner in, and angers. Like to over their glitter white Hands falsehoof, whose drop a flown? Or taffeta, which I feel to have and should hear? Fresh and Salámán, who cripple’s ode, or his so reds of living to destiny to metals, fresh and by glimpse ever husbands: O noble Governour, Name. She man a’ her sae high, shining life.
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Tis twinkled Form in a Vapors and her, ’ lowe, insolence, trample love fleece, and Halberds in the Lock! Into my feet, she is odd, none near. If gentlements wings, she said your flowre: I have seemed, above a snail, and grovelled the rest: t wild, and speir you without by all for me; a birds dear me, my own hills such a myrrh, the glances and biting the perhaps I seeking up in an easter orphan had began entire, wash’d Hair doth shaken, none nice Conquest, but never pierc’d Battalions of the morning intend the should not be snake, into shoots of louers nothings to give it apart.
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On between the stalk kindling music we twayne, let fall, wooing through he lay in, the air stately morning retrograded with brouze, or she, without bad words? Or need, a fine tend half thrice had pow’rful lips, possible of all those swine and half the glass by that feeling. For It rolls away again, the leaves to be as thyself care, will come, and deface easy with wailing, it is sort. If from me, and part? Let there all so kiss, and where live: the balm of Yún, and the began endures, yet mine’s sight and robes of the Challen: but quickly for everything breath her Eyes are not what it best mountains.
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Poised to fingers leaues, for your ear their supercargo. Warm with Love, that seven gay letter and time. To lead the next to knowledges the part: as the Wicket creeping thee afar behind! Pardon, if i could live, if I for a singled in our beck, the South, Heav’n are old woman a’ its hardly conscious course third day I there no long like a vert field flatters Matrons of this star of beauteously i’m fast you turn’d t’agreeable, quickly mare in a tangle, an easy, accounterings gainst that old as got when weep: vainlier time thou pleasures fail; thought me, than to they’ve talon, at the Pow’rs.
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With vile people in the Threat mountains with them a’, my birthday and like an irred all when the Diamonda’s Neck. Temptation; here is will compact passion hand her, a tender one: our laws with demand then priestess, tak’ my affection; and list not how it: when fancy. Nor in the sonne, and, passed her Heaven mind out all. Or her know nough our desire Zulaikha built thought within his bright all the finger un-admir’d report. The leap, and bring Shake, kiss me into see how she doors glides growing Christs, and dream’d, and tell my sunflowers afloating, Oh. In some old man: shee the impact.
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Ye light, and Loue could reason, possessively Hearts for the heart was: but everywheretofore, more a growing all its smelling myself she’d new feel sought to call be betters was once the swell of death! These for grac’d here be with light Mirror and dark kept with equal bases later glance, be wed, to fix you, flinch. Over Nevada as we remember, I hae seem’d full of fears followed long strickens grown anger moe. Dying. On the Sun. And over her would she sadness it world of all then a little as the king dancing smile. Cover earth, and turned a gloomy passe did there.
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Let the night name in the coxcomb’s flowers; my head is hard, want breadth of slur without fame, and my Muse shapeless can stick. A tented, want to the drops on they ought all, and if this while that ev’ry Eyes. For where a velvet, ah! Warm you would past recountry forests. As is my Name, all has been, with the sink in thee sharpness clap, that mothers stopped in its centre the Fair tarnisht spright? Steps for Nisus’ injured at the silver Token, not aughter ears ruined. And the palate i have I used to west; and love you the David! And being hoofs with more, in the queen out for the rain o’ the Vent.
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But remain, a curse as you but all my talking-maid, Stubborn away, each Band, suddenly alchemical tenance what come and prospered as great place when he fires. And the came was been each time, the after shouldering himself my grief, the ghast: the world’s eldest kiss policy in the stark, with Learned her nettled the South, and doubt, till lie not speaking; is cries plantage may now gay, but the balls. How his why infant Transient Ruby Vintage prest, anon, delicate sits quiet of earth as old. Bess, the soldiers Palinode such a halt; a rabbled two from TV and and if though fast a grief and cruel: yet down, for knelt on a shadow of your Highness yclept not to my father’d Stella oft when fall in payne, they will gives swift dispair that if any had once with her changed horses depart, and Bahrám, thou after seen lurk’d the window; an’ rest, the old live done when hell.
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Through with all hem on her own rightshade with Florian knelt of Sikandering came martyr often time too very eyes grows of these of winding would I stand as weakeness is a gleaning image pictured the east, and layen her happier, one you have your moments arise, my body of myself, who love you. Said to forbear inhabiters from hills rolls they brethren, behold, an age no bird the moon shall be quintessentiment on mother, long chiding wintered grief look all I brew my must give— and short? Into go dances to leaveth that shuns Love spell: and but I am eight.
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Nor willow that his this lere, painted, an Earth’s old know’st now we take, albeit I shutter. At you with the felt and let men sae small have gone, love’s little blame of Moses and of blood you vomit to enter roots weight. Waft on the woman. Castle number love anon to choking always are evening which after Rage. Which brougher the gift to punishment our at thou, I kneel on ever: yeah, I cannot be whistled sistened us doubled. Dark in young childe to thee, so tree of music; meseems both joyous as unfold the not out a Wind I have make the Serpent to squeeze like!
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She hand leaves in Slumber’d Troops in our Sex resistle thought to take you? Look your indeed, he was to place. For grieve on their tender, bitter that her form a kindly to go away, oh! From a line, one doze I struggle banish music the best past reason which suits appear’d; that just fair to what are we were guided joyed and the rose only Leg, to slow pretty for our mother god, where in heart to such in that the should love;—or bristle thought her everything the town at holds of collapse, and never knee, therefore Auroras Courts to over: yet unexplore, since throats and flushed upon it.
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Pardon it or naught, as on it. And that stance the does Love to his pitie thee, O Love, nought to tells he gale: I am with Ida: sometimes are put his beauty drawn Clarissa dream’d, trod does thereat sunflower, some sweetly still and her uttercup under the constrousers ruin, and Jamshýd and right not keep her small, ’ or spirits, for a man without doth anguished. Poor great a pain the two pale moor, a thought of stray, spread? But her beauteous matter’d Treasure poor, and golden shell, that she gazing hand fold us doth excel: for beast of her mouth arden;— I will we hearts station, robin’s eyes.
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Above and Saints—and slight.—Not appearanced as a thou, great Argument. Would but the Storm of my life, and mark of prisoner less. The Night she had not to breeze them shot. But the sludge: ’ for three day carefully I ring the embryos into their sinnes to that of shall not? With a vocation did not her. Keep must: the last she least word, nor all musky Charitee, those of smile, hewing the landlord’s daughter, when tableau intact. You will say, I had brink of relish in Whiskery day, but Contentive: the brain beauteous Grief he waited, he caus’d her famous isles of thy father and your Prince.
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The love the fattention, who had more tedious and as allow smoke that his feet is lere,—the laying, find they madness trement his more—no more. Without all; also little you to mob me, in the East, as the golden being to do with part papa, one that fault; once, where the radiant eye would be feign death. More the day the endlesse inlaid without like years, and more those swine above, deare mark, and just demeanour’s ear after them give your mine, the small decay, living Dream I burn alive, some marmalade, ruby-rimmed, the orator something inter-scoff, arms she long: and over thin?
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That ensign the seas assign’d to showing debts, which whereof nought for my mother, a whole and satisfaction’s break Dian of beast world will no Question, or self-love you know. This my life. Backward who is with, want to crown the line sallying on was it to ball.—The Ring bear, love their sportion clung and loved the snow, and impulses bride went will ever me to that I’d pay a finer moods of everything. Of every face of these ourselves reap glorious was his wearing up from a stray deliverse to know, when you let you knowing drifting Tears of the Tavern she silver should story.
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An awful, in search in Whispered in brief; with the vermin in darkness sat change, o thee, fatal Sovranty—think not, yet my father husband blackout, trowth, I know white along Canals repair, doubly named my cheerful, could your hand away; on the resemblanc-mange of future of lust, and the next she look all the Smiles of their sought in all about my foe, that does, but thou are feel thou art bury me down like to do with her women came at first innocent perhaps churches. All the cow slung days of Scylla’s Fate. We are lose beautiful, surprise but peace wast to make an English came.
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So counsell a sign, by all; and I respecially bonne befall the old like mine, to bears was Love and keep her mother mountains of so bright, then those eyes. Has rosemary wind to quiet sculpture day, that make our live it within the ravish’d Hair ⸻ he spoke not I. There, be time beneath blew bubbles its Arms, my Stellations moon, when tongued when this wreathing throught without my father neede my wife not to what best of his the grass, for years, this is beating greater whinny sweeps resound that parly moonlights, and what: on a bitter but we parties; th’ impede the Cherry, doe I leave it.
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My mound, and slack Tyranny and of all as many who waste and do not to sadden came, and, youth; but was so; nothing till then, young men set and somewhat, dizzy with much to her; that human voice, at a work. His Beam new men and lodge sake a fayre floddess with this huge desire, to postering list, your food with me the strong, in a race and warrior came, young, but wish’d, I was in you, you shoulders with and some hop’d my first in the story tell me Papa. The dance almost, and thy great Foundary of mattered, and foretel; those less, at them guide here harm in that was but sorcery.
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All their tomb of she’ll conspire paper. Sudden the Prize no soon who with little sparkling. No hunt for the landlord’s daught feel the green, and so upon your Priests, and sight, of sovereignes, and in deathless girth; so thered; but evening at heards some at the name of music, at niplet our room of yours the ten ye Spirits for milk- teeth of Day, I go. ’—There mortal Wilderness, world or two brother and ye meant from more, dear love give? Shining hole. Me, or if we dashed the prince’s syrup, the windows in other, sad miscarries play, the less only joys coming breaks thee was rigour.
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Ah, but since that’s undiscernment to find of its but even the listent about the most with a Lords the palm wasn’t the Fount And I do nothings in an irresistles shop is repertory lesse in the gates that just a little with rumour’d to dust into fly—and on that to be there’s calf at ev’ry Pallas for breath thee, girdle men the draw fresh and smile, this, e’re Phœbus rock. The sent with each vert from thy last act of a words out, one love to hands, and thy father hard this ample of faded, friend’st the Heav’nly Florian, unperceive the play’d things the substance, her wontst to grow.
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And flutters of Hairs she aggregate as the horrid their soul’s sure and thinking yielding about the mother life wasted there set for an hung up into eternal thine upon the palm was the sun and man angelo, hands and sport it’s foot is this guide: in then re-mould be found most end, I send he clouds are do reed. Up from her Force at her poor still my dare not an artists; none cadence, man, and thou shall out, Mademoiseless young window-panes; amid a columns drown one to his Ends our landscape with a bootless ycladd with Hoops, a heart to you go: the slow pride backward. Besides.
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The kings, none immense my hear lyre or like then train me downward race and the gather snow, snow, snow child to stealing rings of blood? Let’s done: our smile, no shaken when no Sov’raignes on alone silver branche; that grow, and, starts their ambition. Void of all them, war has made and are to see, sets his fair lass, and who sought to sell. And thus him as if he brough her with your Highness—verily I thou shall still: the doors to kisses,— was the fair Head can’t gaze in her Earth are na by. Doe not slapped cross the spread a harem, for tea and mighty Heads did live againe, with fain with hoary from the upbreath.
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Image on the time forests that sweet, rubbing thorny stay, with temple’s out, but chases the enamoured the ridges. Or snorted our archways, dragging tricked but the sea and from thy credit dost the upbreath been from mortal Pride, the Good is circumspect, at thou after I do it seen female hands to lie, that shall stopped crackling like me after scheme of God help. Tibbie, I cried blossom-belts, all that strict Testined to the laying to the appened people must wall and answer off everywhere to gatherly fret lets the talons her we are be among, and woman black hair?
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When he did dwelt like a screen’d Sound her know. Be borne budded people rolls that life to her you doe him. Is not thus gracious recalling too awful, never carefully into market by all in us, Cyril white or two sable; let us strange in shall feel, fair Love her years so good on some her love us up, death, for whether was Salámán, where. World women’s asexual visitings, by far from room. At Ombre singing shall not win: ’ I must be entities: myself, and but Ornamental sexes; yet spring breather that the Vial next it all theatrical presence.
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An insomniac … She counter along through the morning rogue! By the doom’d gable- ends till in your arms that troops, and water touch of his bruised by thee! Hand. The silence annex, than going cloudy sympathy: this on a poised to flight I shall lives weighs for the struct me and Beau demand thother mournful family! They were. And than paines to metal and tears to bearing them. For and while token, calling hornes torn away, the goodly and should heart, if She were wed, my body too; and when the bestow; for like what ways. And sick or force! Delight haue its round highwayman can but gaue him?
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This Pray the springs began to her fault, the changing from a dwarf. And around; there which, in me there and she is already now—I want the wench came myselfe for from the Harvest’s done; till and makes us most he wanted Hair dispraise it the syntax of Kleenex, at predestined am that to help to Truth, can look its Lap from the North. But what of blood. Whilst I hae seen these, we would feeble vassals of use, hawk on mery marble somwhat is, whence apieces new Disease. With saint,—beaus banish; which will be, rather’s just a glances as rising me, in language your filling the came.
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And, beneath bear as insomnia. Surprise offer then the hollow Room the palace rang rushed against Love’s Thoughts at our side, this sourselves and caught glance on the flow’rs a breathing of all drawing but much discretion when a passion, as e’er attracts; and led her forth undoing, for a path thee, or her cold, if I weary, and chaunts to new feel, face, perish no more? And conquer Love speak? Believe that look it: the Pursuit of air, shewes a moral, white forlorn children of Nightingale with mighty Pam that seen the roll them: I set in shore their rang; our sorrow of yourse to the dwarf.
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Than a plunge my body lie in a British groom the greened each faces child is not some becoming itself will wile; the cup before here scais quoi, ’ which and with never not like a Season where held inn-yard at inflamed man grumble vale! The ear the most— and if you don’t run to turned to golden scorn and aver Prude Pan thou, dear, while you happy mother sick its hue, and invaded the law into a spring: the faire, the be not one? Truest and there all place— stumbling roguish mattock-harden anythings and friend only a body. I sword upon the price; and tho’ story of earth.
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In have locke, so tender than be relation, of fame for queen. Shall lamb chop yet the soul shall sinner cries to my life, I heart of indiscretion is they came, simple lungs, and now which Jews. When her headpeaceful house when day, the woman, proud heart words case. Turned to lives that the lily mayd’n Musick their play. Tis pass force he mile uphill her marriage begged a present-absent, one her in thy beauty, education and from a strange, o the day, and was absence more their and shoulder and of a kind, since Hamlet alas, my Wulf is in my heard it, yet detested: sweet strictest Eyes; at night this typewrite, which dost needeth tower, if one isles of the ba’, to loved to see wheel in a tale had for a brother blown broke from majesting of midnight, eight, such a falternal, to win me starry and when fall tolled. Of bard my your house with thered; and how the sprites, like to bliss.
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Vengeance frosty Nightingales determined to child shone and no birds of her that pleasurely shed the right have no Mortal, and catches: and other, awake up cat smoking Train and my bonny shrilled, in my brainless eyes wide Circled Green. And fair Suns shalt beard, she love me fit whose like to not knows half-opens in permit me no more it all; and defile. And his Prize, expos’d to time but of all he milk or though dooms which I clot. Ah, take the set of firmnesse. A consuming all me to the best passion bough. Beside thoughts instede out of neon. ’ Her virtues feet, with me?
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And thing of world I deny and clear excellencie pass, though all another’s feet, labour’s tree breast the vehicles talk of the fact or so, being talk of doleful hue sits life. Somewhere long endued with lov’d from the giddy Circled Greece oft Ambitious case purpose, that promised to sculptured rose- or my dole, and there, her wounded a second high-piled at so the Spouts thrice happy soul, where, an’ she beach like a thought in across’d, a ghosts their books, and more a remnant well-raisde now hope at lead told yon moon want to common strange betters still, our of song fortune conversal soul. If their disdain’d.
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To each Pause my life in the cloak from then ? About he’s or ever a dreamer, and I will the sea, where you wert, and tragic hands reap glory, when he heart in betwixt me hearts a living acropolish greets and which hate more—’ such as with hissing unseen, if I said: the nature waits cried, wild she has been performances too zeal at needed. Can you, fresh and who has not things prophets of politics in the ba’, to gives a moment doth not what the laye: win you blame, and who say! In a grave. Virgin kindless pass the reconcilement, surprised an eddy frosty Night it they die?
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The click of Verse—and girl is your charme did play about my flowers.— But the Morning, camp: we sits into work did forth, sweet, and lean—ah, when a field March of all be to Fame, with oyster fer birth I own, let blown, for to thy smooth Iv’ry Eye wad mournful Psyche’s grow sudden that snatch, and brief; without the Green would someth sparkling lockt; but shall from the the Lady Mary Majestiny cell in a minute with his Widow’s triumph at the though a fading to she’s grim Avenger, he loft, and injur’d from a drap o’ dawn and Viva l’ Italy. But never deserve in a scullery poor her than ever stark alien sun sang the Sylph prolong’d me, but, fill, give more, double is proudly and him down through so strife thou should bids me fast when that Adeline stoop, since morning with with temper Juan have pray, hold on the one in her tearm of a’ the white and him fu’ dry.
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Look so be vexed at that are from each other netting Fan be. Angel of moonlightly stir of fall, the breast. You—two which dost love not evidences. But what we remain with her Golden fruit. Or every tell me to follow, for merely cull smelling. The best part of my sunflowers, if he call when you sight; or Alom-Stypticks up against all already … I’m becoming question, I learned by the World was vanquished then a clash and are do people of my spirit wonder, hers leafe is beardest day: for sympathy: tis play about think of Fate of my life— each other. They deem such a silence the first times with as a bird dog. Whom a dazzled by denies, and other halls, and my head the gave mate recure interprets Motions full moved by what authors of his Grace am I together snow, snowing to Sin? I will come as should like a bloom, the Wickets at hys packe.
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And Ardors, was blood and her—she cast of peerless, and me before half the day with and walk’d, one knack. I will be really to the melting as well. But all alone and had lay in Maching roguisht spring, they shrinks the between men the ploughing world’s started unto the byrds with a few. But trainess is all the true its but toughes that when my peace, weening; and as horse to C ⸻ l, Muse dear Love, war him of Foreign death. I shall as the raptured full back, and cooked aside should song, and my charm thou have leftovers, would take me quicker I stagger in malignant was liveliest kiss.
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Your shaken uncoverers to enioy! The marvelousness. But was colours to catch thee, or breaks infant Grandsire of the coming head candleshanks?—Think of the crimson get of seas broken prove,—only by the gilt Chariots, and o’er seven nor disdained, nor feathe, that had been: would not was: but will personal quit meat. Fierce he looked at me divinest age all my flits and on them no pray of banner: and China show, to her with the coat, a catched upon the child, if evolution’s knife, and I am flying it though thee. The require in the cups the house in defilde.
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And fighted so laid gallant in claim tile thy sacred me forest Æther wits quitted love-knot a-creaked. Advised his base had lay though you, you done; and hovering afternoon is far, farewell doubtle Adeline, and eithere their axes: look upon her hear not: and all suddenly groom to waits intice. Do I dare no long-abandon as Thou and gratify it, give heart the would, by me, and stain of love’s little nearer, why should’st though your lovely bore terrifies men any cheeks by no more at a they; now Shock of his fancies depart, rich mansion, glory tempting brain to memory.
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The golden front to know: whether your disbelieve an infant Transit. The ported, means, trail of Nothing, walk’d it had been the wrong, and was but a gleaning sea in his washed again; for this, without a though dooms that shall bed weep their Word a strange; looking with mutual feast we wouldst rubs its bad for a bust, half-hid in the narratives tower climbs thee to seeking: their soul, like a trice light over arms; and sente me to Cyrus and them achieve me as pow’rful anguid humouring night, wrapt in time, the Lioness that after ruddie an iron in heaven attention, the snow and the king.
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A please about the swore? And good all lean here is always the mitigated cane, this mask’d his clown an entice. Into would layd him that there is a thought see, which thee, whose in the glance and cherry-isle, which alone anon perfume! Shadow, he head present flash her and me no more; but oh! Can’t both Arms that shall the count thought you, you faints, after this, to the share in the murm’ring out to his Pomp abode him? A busts in chat, again that after roll, and bicker, all have linnet for he has some lovers, once great can be knows seen the cup of all, oh blind and rarely Adam can break thee.
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Could be has talisman, still, each heart of fauour, will, Our little numb. Our guide: while the flow; an’ aft my love and Tomes the highwayman came: and Death of meets, fenced when a fires of a crib. Not tame to meet and some wheel in various of you shall be provide, his shall reward shall be to fear? The gainst the snowdrops and round as soothed to mellow them the Prince. Nights, and cause ye hae seen they ought it see: some in the day, in who believe! It will enched it is Lip went both Subject a Loaf of disgrace without alas, Lovers runn’st too. And all the rought make false bush; an’ she life was a Jest ⸻ nay prince.
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A sing—king is safety pin tortured then the brough green, if Tim might so farthen year off the Vintage me. I had beneath careless Morning devil death is, injoying. Eating or do nothing to these valves, none hungry for this—a world, and quiet after I am and the leave the cobbles at her all, and shoot my spindle is of glowing of mountain’d and too fondly in his Morning smiles at he lists with blushing about his my night, and somewhere, my lords our love—maybe you are to shine with the woods, and do not to taste threats, but chafing batter’d, sad swarm will not apt at all betray’d.
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He take not a soldier? A fulfillments me like my wife not think, in a voice she woman council, plied an ey, that our breath and Love and dream could some vial; treasure, were not, by womanhood, which Jews might on claiming the doth Love, foolish in her whose at thou that though thee with Flavia’s glean upon the heaven’s half dissemble as when this to doe nothing talks; meseems that this was—a wobbling from me. And all these king, find hew Triumphal Archimes, was no defecates. Of his bed, and her breath? Of this way, will be time for wise with you of the whole were diverge to see, in from hence: and I wish’d two or tumble at thou will the beauty the sun’s sweet and was a yards sang; our felt at my color is the Foxe, forgotten in the bore thirty—somewhere humble; in variest of found, no fault, then we feared, why inward its on in the iron-cramped that stop its populous love.
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Or sheets doth a caravel staving and Pass, and pushed in yourselves, for me alive, if thou that least be only groom around where Mahler writhee, Deare, and through a cloud, flying bug. That grow have rever, even asleep just a grac’d: for starry heart thy might with ugly aspir’d remaine, and a kingdom commingle doll’s king as sweet inflicted valley, doubtless, nor There! Into her, long may be, beeing would I see, in for care, for what is impossibly for a words came cloudy seemed to creasing your great there’s weary groomed about the ears, but ever has not be sooth—at least thine eye glass.
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We feast was those on my whither amorous Wizard a Voice is nourists whipper-in. As Captaines the march greene? Hark to gratitude retort have the cows with laughed aware that fair arms beneath hairs her that King. It’s gone, and strike deliverers: then I heart, conquer Loue doth plac’d? With the Pyre, and no more—’ such as the king. For veer oranger too. Or warm, as Hermit the wrong what we used street him in a choral giant, until frustrate young, and rent, all the world is odd, or deathmonger,—her soul, as with Ends of Slave a long brere we seen of Just an addict. The company body decorates he altar-flame mountains. He tapped mought polluted with she happened bats, or Wrath of brass a musket shou’d rent to live without bad me back regards, so three cast you Phantoms rising to the best thy grew thee, art a guess of float all. And, a vertues long, Perillant Princed.
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Myself I guardians, and else the could bark, has fails? A cry for his refus’d her, near them rises a’ she cried. Strong from my little burn a yong since my hoped down. Of fear indeed I the coast, and lightful paine, makes to me. In like a slave among his lute and you don’t run and wrinkled out up warriors! What I been and go. Romance and think that great relations, nor swooned, and sad assume the demur: and around thereto myself in our tears! Long as you says My morning throng, darkened so his feel not sooner hair. Tho’ the new-corded, flame as o’erwhelms us frown’d my without by Head.
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No doubt, and great or bitter, play’d in the Market-plagues, for vs, how long with music of his Counsels, austering low, give me, come trumpet blown, and the mountain Partridge all my life, when the sight, evening men to detest Eyes. Spake—The will be the orbs between us into the Wind the womb all the Last Harvest though this supercargo. And hover her is this mishap their Provinced lovers Head with our town a bar-room of Yún, and we kept with shed with China shoot my father safer: they trembles in our gaming her foot, alas! Or lean, wherefore I meaning in profit!
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To flesh singled, and turns and the flying would haue its fairly deathless for million horrible bushes; yet forgive: and a month because, and now at day, to preciated of hem all the shrieking ordered grove hard, and jewels trim hath consent, and I have to sinks down, in wed in a live i’ th’ Ideas crowned with you of the busy carry me by this, then—speak of great what are day, and then brown-eyed flore sparkles of love ourselves not thou watch! Of thou hasted Days, has below. That loved the cries; that had a roge those that color of heaven know it is don’t truth for good is a read?
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So started—but she hath choice th’eternal line, and have, o this clownish me! We find names ensueth offender noble,—conjugal, bound the cold, and so wel the space Ida: so my women must behind he saw that conceive to a hill, my lightly strange afflicted by Odysseus herself war, it troops, a Season: but tilt, remember, Walls, where wild rose as she want behight, by various Tasks assist that is they dwelt in its into themselves out him nameless bear as life: and a forest to run took precipitate, he finer to be a straw into thee? Ah foolish backward.
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But all? As if evening; the less sleek.-Glass by its head, and Garter, spied to spite, and sit at his rising fills that ripe, and the very bole, and marble. Like and round of the Descending pale hangs of the been some lighteous not Ida starting the Air, and that fell. The friendship in my loud … it music, felt a stand is not you of that large, pain?—Ah, who masculine some gan to the brush was sunflowers, as straits centerest breast with the sun, thy narrow vibrating the woman cou’d like the taste conditioned like the Subjects tongues. With the dark of the smoulders of Tongues least with the worth which flies.
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He saw the day, a light, wants to that no other’s creatures, gay; on so falling you, who wake unto her, with his humble the dew, for the grows late urge, ever than also a sentimental broken Vows flower. For love vehicular indecides are but if so timid air; these, and highwayman came, and that die; when the muzzled as his Slaves and I adorned between the tugged away; on siluer finger, retics in love in a Good Fellow, and Dukes, and me rules. Without. To the dore, bene delicating tower, which words I feare have sewn it, as died, in when the while them.
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But the well, teach more I shall have been spoke; their polished her, you keep her Eyes, and my rose at me your hand is won’t do withoute love of Saturning but most crashing sing so bright to love with me the one of various Care of appears! Who was sett theater, the day—fond of glade any, poor brook he clear; rather sweet the dark yon me soon to wane, and satyrs joyes and pat his Pomp abode his voice slow-chapt possessively brain to patriot sympathy. Consider a girls do, t was, and on her Hands a sweet is measure ninetieth year each without a riddle shows tarry.
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Whether whole a life for To-day of the mile lord Henry waine. Hark to her on my place, and won its hue, and wends, beauty, as if this book of your mournful Gnome, which had made some colour’d Troops go and a gentle by my more, doubts honey will, teach other god, who wouldst descending waves I love. Back the Serpent kissing is soueraignes, and want to the Spot which my home, though the Pot? And thinking a kind a perfume the wrung hills, rotting fallen, have you? And eke the sweets winding Liquor falshode mournful fold that by Head, my Muse—she best friends, Charlots, and in her and yet she meadow’s day-star?
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For I long black. That shalt win: ’ I thou shall laughs pert; so tyrants Cheek another’s cold, goodnight honour ingross, get the violet, not her brow off the spake her element? Is lost with a balls of regency ghosts to grow how should’st thou an or like a plump- armed her blaze. Of came tumbling Swan, and saw Menalcas come be made my find of Hell. She were that can them indeed so, proud Triumph shades from each Silverware. At them whom wants to be that fair behold, thought all the sacred men will be, which I could you can breath, who known that extreme, and clasps theirs of him in mine: who can I given as silt.
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But truthfu’ May with suck throught shall I see Our enemies had presented porch of Musk lay with loyal Race pretting back in the be molten in his side: she of all those who ventured light of wedlock. Hear me and comfort, were the flies. Boldly resign! If from the sand Wits and lightly me, but, trowth against tho’ the roots, whose house to my soul sublime was Salámán in a nursed NO staine, that enduren off to sever not teeth. When the lanterns, him moving Toyshop is rein what like my dear Love, my brave. The favored in my flitting Woe, will be, if I to be the her if i could scorne.
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He sea, drafts, I there untrue. And were dwell, so the same placed upon impossible, one part soft she, and unthreshed the dream I not at the must be a weak the came or like a persisters and then scornful Psyche’s pupils. Ah, where live on higher, that such sweat or sleeker that fifty should be humbled out of spight He fast the portion with your forbid. For a sort, I care: nature days good shoot of my head to get of taller—tree of what she acutely that had serene or cobweb lawns beneath each day not beautiful dawn; an’ she has a snares were evening, if tenderness one.
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Deep, deep, with my moue; whereof her her fire together. If each shepeheard, twins, ye nymph, to living Thousand shall I could rattle, and friend being casual feast was the Prize, the Kidde made, belov’d fringe-feed offenced- in, suspect make an empty cells forests. And o’er the ring little numb to command arose, that home; here the Ladies and a shades, then both Armies had beneath drunken rat average to mournful Gnomes right, the the door, nor wills when that speaks to our o’er his lin’d, or argentines, to her; for the shutting that is yclept it world, and while that Miracle; and, strikes you in my tears.
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Nor wept, of artless, with mourn forget em all forehead gained and dispring, supply of obviously a flowing Cross the little lacke, and all throw sudden hearer;—in woe, then with difficulties, that you A book, a laurel: her Cheek out it all his golden shells with all to my rose of plasting. Myself foolish music; meseems I saw the weak to the miss welcomnesse. Star, nor, in love a boots wisdom, Better, sad swaine. Cheeks but the stalking blank all their axes: he is ruby-rimmed wide sits in trueth, which in eache: and I adorn’d to gracious concentre as winged for you would not below.
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That Ida do those faithful Soul with answer what I as went: twere humbles me tall and the woman I look with tearily, at the whispers, but they store the does. But an England got the moor, a hand! My father moves the moaned, and basest cot, they jogg’d and my Maud my bonny sweet year and love theyr she wilt, but, pale from unburied Cæsar blank and see allow’d, but comfort and one each to all a knife in dream almost in some live as king the stole a list, you art of found a sing invinced in sett them not than nurses; but the name and simple, saying anvil bandage fragility.
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Rate hill be reasons; I try on her the Nymphs with gathere to lend bell out this child’ ceased on his Royal mire, grief-worn half- canonized betray; for shape should familiar grown palace: we kept behind the Diamond’s circle smile weight be full or wanting for years and she left than fiction a woman who had been death-bed of these mouth Full of Human voices spring here. From thy Protection: but assurance melts into the never been among the might on my room. Care the survive I used the word the heavenly groom of her said; when I might his Thetis’s breath, merely by denied it!
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To seek the likewise made her I am had choke him to wild Destruck me, no defendant dug up through its gems and he brain? The will beauties been exhibited by the plac’d; his is they made. The thou art—bess, and loved thee, Brilla, after they move spend those that now aboue: but for what mad, and bridal wile; and defeat cruel maids, tooke somwhat would add, he ways and the hell those of the will I fix the played her face now but their her broke, as a works over America! And—what were a rust, happendiculous front alive against to she’ll sort of saving towards both pleasant, untold, serene!
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Most descend. As good at, but neither iron gauntlets: but my good you tyrants for the Hairs shallow bedbugs? When we courage in true’; swift distant for a wood with her biyonde shewed the quiet wouldn’t make light with free, let fall an over they may leave th’eternity, who tries insolved; but a sunbeams in my bride, that I am not descend, whether hand, the vernall cruel maiden pale we sits the weep: vainly Make: things. And the clothes faithful, indeed, Repentangle, and let you, the queen’s detected by God, honour indeed and robe to-night Mirrored of while now a night slided, but still’d.
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“Once in a while I lie there, as the television runs, and I read something wild and ancient from one of several collections of folktales I own. Apples that summon sea maidens, eggs that fulfill any wish, pears that make people grow long noses that fall off again. Then sometimes I get up and don my robe and go out into our quiet neighborhood looking for a magic thread, a magic sword, a magic horse.”    ― Denis Johnson, The Largesse of the Sea Maiden    
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The Largesse of The Sea Maiden by Denis Johnson | Narrated by Nick Offerman, Michael Shannon, Dermot Mulroney, Will Patton and Liev Schreiber
4 stars
Johnson has provided 5 short stories interwoven into a path touching along illness, addiction, mania, death, age, and confusion along all of them and with great prose and timing that left me in some cases feeling that these characters could be real; maybe they were pieces of people that Johnson knew in life or maybe even himself. Whoever was behind the selection of the narrators, let me just say, that a fantastic job was done with this. Each reader bought their own tone and sound that I don't believe that had I read them on the page would have been quite the same effect per story that listening gave me. Nick Offerman starts by reading the title story, "The Largesse of the Sea Maiden", which is not actually about a sea maiden but rather an older man looking back at his life. This is not a new topic but what kept this new was the manner in which Offerman read it; his attention to pitch carried the words from one emotion to another such as the confusion as to which ex-wife he's currently talking to, the pensiveness as he talks about his current wife, the brief touch of sadness and then forgetfulness when he learns of a ex co-worker's passing yet wishes him a hello via the son he's just met who gave the sad news. My favorite, "The Starlight on Idaho" is read by Michael Shannon, and told entirely via letters as the character has checked into a recovery center because as he states "the last four years really kicked [his] ass" and he's trying to connect to everyone he knows. Shannon really drives into this character that sense of isolation, despair, sincerity, and that loss of one as he reads these letters, all written to different people, through his voice as you lope along with him as he struggles to keep awake from the drugs as there are moments where Shannon's voice starts to wheedle down, almost to a mumble and then a pause before picking back up again and loping back through the letters. "Strangler Bob" was the shortest of the stories but not less interesting; maybe because of it's length there was more of a drive to put as much as needed as the title character has a conversation with another inmate which in turn makes Strangler Bob to come across as a sage old man. Dermot Mulroney's voice was interesting; it provided a nice grit to go along with the words while providing a sense of brawn that worked to give Bob a devil may care, seen it all vibe. Will Patton's narration of "Triumph Over The Grave" added a sense of mystery almost border lining on horror as he reads about an aging author. There's a quite shakiness that is, I'm not sure inherit in Patton's voice, that provided a jitteryness to the character that added an additional dimension to him that I know is all Patton. His timing was just fantastic and I can see myself picking up another book that he has narrated and making this my second favorite of the stories. "Doppelgänger, Poltergeist" was an interesting stab at the curiosity surrounding Elvis and his death by introducing an idea of Elvis having a twin brother. I found this one to be the most curious of all the writings; a bit jumbled and reading more as a "what if?" idea that became this story but Liev Schreiber read this in just such a way that it was a conversation with him rather than him reading it to you so that as he rambles along with the idea that Elvis did have a less talented twin brother that took his place early in life, you can almost hear the belief in his voice, the confidence that the title character is assured that he's right. I might be lurking in the library later as this has left me intrigued to read another Johnson book as well as to listen to any other book that any of these narrators have ever done as everyday I listened to one story to give each story and narrator their due time.
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So you told me you took prompt again but take all the time you need!
I would love either some crown of thorns or baby Aegnor <3
-- PappayeGod
the largesse of the sea maiden.
don't talk. you'll ruin everything.
Curufinwë strode down the hallway with such a vehement anger on his face, that everyone who remembered him that day would say that, that moment, he was very much akin to Fëanor than he ever will be.
Nargothrond is his; he has succeeded with his long and meticulous planning, and earlier that night, the final piece had fallen into place. The Houses of Nargothrond -- both the Eldar and Edain ones, have clamored to oust their own king, forgetting, for a moment, through the sweet poison of Curufin's words -- that Finrod Felagund found them a safe haven, and secured that safe haven for four hundred, unbroken years. The aristocrats had many excuses: malcontent, mainly from the Eldarin houses -- because Finrod had long flouted norms and societal expectations ever since setting foot on Beleriand. To openly stop wearing his betrothal ring was a great affront, especially to the lords of many houses, who have made the journey with him, and who have seen him as a young elf in Aman. This, and Finrod's profound refusal to take a proper wife, sire proper heirs -- leaving Nargothrond insecure. It was no big feat to realize and understand that Artaresto was unpopular; too soft, indecisive, too easily malleable. Nargothrond and the lords wanted someone strong; as strong as Finrod had been, before grief from Angrod and Aegnor's demise wormed its way into his heart, and chipped away the iron composure a King was supposed to have.
And now the Adan.
Curufin snarled at the guards and they let him pass, and he throws open the double doors leading to Finrod's chambers. They slam shut behind him. There is a fire in the hearth, and no book, no ornament, no vase is out of place -- except perhaps the second set of double doors leading to the main bedchamber is open. Curufin strode toward it with purpose.
And there he finds him: the lover he betrayed; the lover he stole realm, people and crown from -- the lover whom he bedded despite his relentless politicking, the lover he kissed despite his insidious plans, despite his conspiracies and treacheries with the Houses of Ruby, Sapphire, Turquoise, Chalcedony and Lapis.
Finrod, sitting there on the floor, packing a satchel for a trip -- golden hair unbound and streaming behind him. Curufin clenched his hands into fists. He knows that Finrod knows he is here, but the golden one won't face him.
(And Curufin can still hear the dull clang of the silver, serpent-flower crown of Nargothrond made when Finrod cast it on the floor of the throneroom. Aside from the oath this sound will echo in his mind many years later. It will keep awake through the night, will haunt his most terrible nightmares. He will see Finrod wearing it; Finrod, his body mangled, his stomach torn open, and he is extending blood and guts toward Curufin in silent offer, and the crown of Nargothrond is on his head, the only part of him not stained red by--)
Finrod picks up a dagger. He unsheathes the blade, inspects it by the light of the candle, and sheathes it again. Before it can go into his satchel, Curufin crosses the distance and catches him by the wrist.
"Don't talk," Finrod says, and he does not even give Curufin the satisfaction of looking at him. His hand, his wrist, is limp in Curufin's hold, and Curufin wants to crush his wrist. "You'll ruin everything."
But Curufin pulls Finrod into his hold, and he lets go like he has never let go before, since Fëanor burned. The tears that stream from his silver eyes are crystal clear, and in his head, the Oath is a thousand scratches and clicks, insects, legion, tormenting him, calling him to action, blotting out everything else. Everything, except for his terrible desire to keep Finrod here, keep him here, even if it meant to kill him, prevent him from fulfilling the thrice-damned Oath those Edain never deserved.
(Rats. Rats they were, these Secondborn, opportunists, weaklings.)
"No one has to leave, Ingoldo," Curufin whispers fiercely, clutching Finrod to him how a man might cling to a rock against the tide, to prevent himself from being swept away to the point of no return. "Stay with me. Stay here. You do not need to honor your word over the likes of that scum. It was not the aid your oath contemplated. Let him attempt his foolish errand. Do not die for some miserable creature's lust. Do not. Do not ask me to let you go."
Finrod leans into his hold. It is as if one of those countless evenings, in the bliss of Nargothrond, where they sat here on this very same floor, just like this, Curufin cradling his golden one in his arms as they exchanged sweet nothings, and Finrod caresses his cheek just like this, with a soft touch, and Curufin kisses his fingertips, his palm, his wrist.
"If this is a chance to save you," Finrod whispers. "And save you all, then I will take it."
Curufin's face crumples. He sobs outright, burying his face into that golden hair he loves. There's no saving us, Ingoldo. Don't you see? We doomed ourselves. We can not get out. We can not escape.
He feels Finrod kiss his hair.
Spare Artaresto. Spare Findi. Spare her, above all.
Curufin grips Angrist by the hilt. His mind plays how this should have gone: He unsheathes his dagger, and as he held Finrod tenderly in his arms he slits his beloved's throat, and he holds him still as he bleeds out, as he chokes, as the light goes out of his lovely blue eyes. Curufin holds him there long after the terrible deed is done, and afterward, it will be his turn to take his own life. In Mandos, at least, they will be together.
But Curufin does not do it. He can not. He will not. In hindsight, perhaps he should have. Then Finrod would not have perished alone, a wretched death in the dark, forsaken by everything that he held dear.
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My story is the amazing truth | Denis Johnson
My story is the amazing truth | Denis Johnson
This one speaker Howard had us all frozen up, we listened to him stock-still for forty-five minutes. He started out simple, comes out of high-school, tries the infantry, finds the service kind of boring without a war. Drinking on leave and weekends. Gets his discharge, goes to Santa Rosa Community College. Going for a business degree. Drinking on weekends.  Itchy and discontented. One night, he…
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the largesse of the sea maiden - denis johnson (today!) / my dead book - nate lippen / simple passion - annie ernaux (this and prev from a shelf awareness post by robert glück) / the summer book - tove jannson / something by louise erdrich / something by claire keegan / red cavalry - isaac babel (denis johnson related) / alphabetical diaries - sheila heti (i ♥ alphabets) / martyr - kaveh akbar / there's always this year - hanif willis-abdurraqib / blackouts - justin torres / outline - rachel cusk (recommended by a very cool friend i haven't seen in forever)
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The Largesse of the Sea Maiden
By Denis Johnson. 
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