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jennyfair7 · 1 year
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Vintage Earl Review
With all the Earl love going around I did some digging and found my handwritten notes from when I saw him in 2005! It was my first time seeing POTO on the West End and it was amazing 😍
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The performance was June 14, 2005 (evening) with Earl Carpenter, Rachel Barrell, and Oliver Thornton. I’m not positive as to the rest of the cast other than Rohan Tickell as Piangi, since I went back to see Earl again the next night and Rohan was on as u/s Phantom 😭 (I did enjoy Rohan, though!) The first few groups of notes are in order then it starts to skip around as I remembered things. I originally posted a full review on PFN from an internet café AKA a computer in a McDonald’s you could rent to use the internet 😅 Transcription below the cut!
Hannibal Piangi :D 
ToM - Rebecca Caine cadenza Fab!  Snooty voice - ROME is...
Mirror - see all of him! v. impressive powerful, commanding
Mirror - see all of him! v. impressive powerful, commanding
POTO - “sing for me” :) cadenza fab - live?
MOTN - touch me, trust me - takes her hand (guides hand) up to touch mask  “sweet intox” - touches her hair/ear - tucks her in
STYDI - FAB! crossed out portions of 🎵  - anger so good! scary in a way - she cries a bit. he looks toward her whispers “no” & seems distraught - “dreams of beauty” - gestures to the mirror bride - burns in hell/heaven - growls, seems to be cursing heaven
- Buquet actually scary
- Prima Donna fab - Firmin chucks newspapers offstage :D
REPRISE - looks off, almost falls back, catches himself - clenches hand on angel
- Carlotta voice good, diff. comedic timing - fewer ppl onstage
ACT II - Masq FAB, staircase looked huge
(Christine en pointe, Buquet dummy looked like him)
(- Rachel gets mad, upset - w/ Raoul, w/ Carlotta, w/Erik)
PONR - voice would catch, steamy, Rachel sang to him, he leaned forward, watching in hopeful anticipation
AIAOY Rep - so halting & sweet, hopeful
FL - FAB - reaches thru w/ the veil @ the end -falls to his knees, almost buries his face in her skirts, holds ring out, she pushes it back, cries - keeps his head down  (she turns away, he grabs her wrist/hand on “Christine”) - turns to look at her, so hopeful - she holds ring out, he whispers no (all unbelieving), walks backwards, waves no to the ring
Wishing - FAB, shivers
(”soar” - so pure & light)
WC - first graveyard trio -leapt down the stairs as he went about on the mausoleum
- Oliver ripped his shirt open, dramatic dive!
- Red Death entrance - was looking away, then he looked forward - dramatic
- be my guest, sir - AW [Anthony Warlow] Hyde-like growl/breath
- kiss (2nd) - brought a hand up to her face
“leave me” - fell to ground, almost in fetal position
- before cutting down, looked @ Christine like, “what do I do?”
“poisons our love” - put hand on her back
- chandelier falls more quickly than I thought/had seen
- Earl overall is a physicall commanding Phantom.
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mermaidsirennikita · 4 months
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sorry if this is an uncomfortable ask
but do you have any good dubcon recs?
Not uncomfortable! If done well I'm actually a fan of it.
Historical:
Scandal's Bride by Stephanie Laurens. A MAJOR new favorite of mine. The heroine is this "Lady of the Vale" which means she gets visions from her goddess. The goddess sends her a vision of a man who she says will father the heroine's children, the hero shows immediately after, and our heroine is dismayed because though she wants an heir, she also wants to be a single pringle. Her solution is to drug the hero so that he thinks he's dreaming during their encounter and leaves without realizing what happened. It's... really good. He does realize what's up after the first encounter, but pretends he doesn't lol. He's actually semi-delighted by how crazy she is, and to be fair he does sorta do a reverse uno because the next two encounters, she thinks he won't remember? But he's FULLY in it.
Once More, My Darling Rogue by Lorraine Heath. The hero and heroine have a combative relationship; she's super bitchy to him, especially because he was born lower class (and then adopted by a duke and duchess, see Lorraine's Surrender to the Devil for his childhood origin story). It's a retelling of Overboard! so she falls into a canal or something, he finishes her out, he realizes she has total amnesia, and he tells her she's his housekeeper... thinking he'll stop soon. He doesn't. When they do finally get to it, I'd definitely call it dubcon because she has no idea what their actual past history is. (And she is pretty upset, understandably, when she finds out.)
The Earl Takes All by Lorraine Heath. I mean, this is another "deception" situation. Edward pretends to be his dead twin because Gorilla Twins and comes back to Julia thinking he's not going to touch her... But she touches him thinking he's her husband... And he.... returns that. Because it's his code! He can't NOT reciprocate!
A Kingdom of Dreams by Judith McNaught. Hero is English, heroine is Scottish, he kidnaps her and they actually have an initial little romance, before things separate them and make them total enemies. Their first encounter is totally coercive, and sorta vengeance based--I think he's basically keeping her from seeing her sick friend or sister (who isn't actually that sick) unless she submits
The Courtesan Duchess by Joanna Shupe. The heroine and heroine married 6-7 years before, he had no desire to marry her and left for the Continent to party and sleep around without consummating it. Now she needs heir for legal/money reasons. He doesn't have a strong memory of her, so she trains as a courtesan and totally changes her appearance, seducing him so that he sleeps with and gets her pregnant. It does work. And she does come home to him, after he finds out, sitting in the dark, smoking a cheroot, and going "THE OTHER SHOE JUST DROPPED".
I think Elizabeth Lowell's medieval trilogy has this in every book, tbh.
Untamed: The hero is just generally really pushy and dominating, and it's an arranged marriage situation where he's kind of The Worst but also The Best.
Forbidden: Another situation where like, everyone is enjoying themselves, but it's not exactly kosher on the consent friend. And I would say that one of the later encounters, where he's super mad at her, is explicitly dubious. He's basically like "I don't want to touch you" so she begins touching (among other things) him while he tries to keep from reacting (and fails).
Enchanted: This one is a bit more uncomfy because the heroine actually is recovering from a legit noncon assault from another man, though the hero (her arranged husband) doesn't know this and just thinks she's frigid. He doesn't really push her on that front from what I remember, but like... she gets sick, and there's this sort of like, dreamy sleep situation where there's a magical blanket (?) involved, and I think they BOTH think it's a dream deal, but they've actually been sort of drugged.
His at Night by Sherry Thomas. The hero and heroine totally hate each other when they marry (she tried to compromise his brother into marrying her, ended up compromising him, so he thinks she's the worst; he's a spy pretending to be stupid, so she's like "God I'm stuck with him???") and I remember the initial consummation being very "grin and bare it" dubious.
It Happened One Autumn by Lisa Kleypas. BUT OF COURSE. Lillian gets super drunk, and though she does experience her first time with Westcliff, she thinks it's a dream until she wakes up and he's like "was it as good for you as it was for me?" (He knows it was.) Lisa edited this out of more recent versions, including the ebook versions, so you would have to pick up an earlier physical copy of the book. Personally, I love it. I love the scene. I get why other people don't, and they can read the other version (though I think the editing is incredibly clumsy).
PNR:
The Warlord Wants Forever by Kresley Cole. This is a novella, the first IAD book. The setup is that Kresley's vampires don't have a heartbeat (and therefore no blood flow) until they meet their Bride (gender neutral, and I'm not joking--she's done a m/m vampire book, and the term Bride seems to end up being implicitly applied to the other hero, which I find kinda cool). This means they... It's not that they don't have a response, but it can't physically.... be achieved. And once it happens, the must... complete it... and he can only do it through the heroine's touch. So the heroine is the hero's Bride, she purposefully likes to tease vamps and kill them. She fails to kill him because Attraction, but she does leave him wanting for FIVE YEARS. He finds her at that point, and grabs this chain she keeps around her waist, which nobody else has been able to remove, and when you hold the chain you can command her to do anything and she mUST comply.
He has fun with that.
A Hunger Like No Other by Kresley Cole. This is borderline total noncon, but there's some "her body wanted it" stuff to sorta cancel that out. The hero recognizes the heroine as his mate, is essentially really mad that she's a vampire because vamps have tortured him in eternal flame for 150 years (you get it) and within the first chapters he takes her into the shower and makes her... relieve him... in exchange for a phone call to her family. I mean, he does reciprocate! There's also some light sleep stuff.
Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole. Sabine kidnaps Rydstrom because she's his fated mate and her brother wants her to have Rydstrom's heir as a part of the Evil Plot. Rydstrom does need to consent to the actual act because he needs to recite some vows and marry Sabine first so that the kid is legitimate. And he won't, lol. So she chains him up and torments him in an attempt to make it happen. (Fwiw, Rydstrom also chains Sabine up and does the same thing later as "parity" so it goes both ways.)
Lothaire by Kresley Cole. Lothaire and Ellie have a lot of encounters that aren't, but there is at least one where she's does the "no until it's yes" thing, and he for sure just charges on.
Contemporary:
Bass-Ackwards by Eris Adderly. I'm a little ambivalent on this (not because of the dubcon) but it's very popular and I overall found it fun. Basically, it kicks off with the heroine asking for some time off and her boss saying "yes, in exchange for X favor" (more than a favor tbh) and she agrees lol. Goes from there.
Act Your Age by Eve Dangerfield. The reason why I'd classify this as dubcon is because the heroine thinks she's doing stuff with another person, but it's actually her manager. However, he does not intentionally take advantage. He thinks she understands what's happening, but it's very dark (like visually, the lights are off), there are extenuating circumstances, etc. From there, once they realize what's happening, there is no more.
Edit: HOW COULD I FORGET???
Mafia Madman by Mila Finelli. Enzo and Gia's first few encounters happen when she's literally chained to his bed and cannot actually like... consent. She does eventually but not until after he's gotten the party started, as it were. She does love every minute of it! And of course, there's the scene where he chases her down through the boat until they're in his office and... she is very "OH NO!!!!" about it outwardly.... and less so inwardly.
Fantasy:
The Winter King by C.L. Wilson. The hero and heroine are actually both pretty much unable to consent. It's an arranged marriage, and unbeknownst to either of them, her dad drugged their drinks to make them... very excited. So it's dubious on both sides.
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greenconverses · 1 year
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Recently read: The first books of the new year! I set my Goodreads goal to 60 this year so I can (hopefully!) focus on writing some other hobbies and maybe spend some more time with individual books, but I’ll probably still plow through a bunch of them in the early part of the year. 
A Haunted History of Invisible Women: True Stories of America’s Ghosts became my first book of the year only because I’d listened to like 60% of it in December and couldn’t finish it in time to bolster the 2023 numbers. Anyway, if you (like me) want to read because it sounds like collection of cool women-centric ghost stories, you will be sorely disappointed. This is less about ghosts, and more about feminist history, female stereotypes, and social commentary. Which is fine! But I was advertised ghosts and instead got multiple lectures on recognizing privileges when participating in the Ghost/Haunting Industrial Complex. (★★)
My Kind of Earl by Vivienne Lorret and Gentleman Seeks Bride by Megan Frampton both feature heroines named Jane, which I didn’t notice when picking them up at the library. I plan to keep reading this series from Vivienne Lorret, though I didn’t super care about the couple in this book. Megan Frampton, however... I definitely skim read Gentleman once I hit the halfway mark. It was just so boring. Two beautiful people being beautiful and boring with absolutely zero plot tension or stakes. (Also, Megan writes the vocalization of hero’s climax as “Aagh” multiple times and that is the least sexy thing in existence, please stop.) I’ve got a few other authors to try before going back to her back catalogue. (★★★ and ★★ respectively)
I AM REALLY MAD BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE DEFY THE NIGHT SERIES WAS A DUOLOGY BUT IT IS IN FACT A TRILOGY AND DEFEND THE DAWN ENDED ON A FUCKING AWESOME CLIFFHANGER AND NOW I HAVE TO WAIT FOR WHENEVER THIS STUPID THIRD BOOK IS COMING OUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (★★★★)
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kelkat9 · 1 year
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Famous jewelry almost always has a mythology or history associated with it.  This is one such tale…
Most people in the mountainous kingdom of Gallifrey were familiar with a myth, passed down for generations. The story centered on a young noble lady, fair of hair, kind and with a smile like a thousand suns, who vanished without a trace.  Recorded history was vague as to the details and there were many variations regarding the events surrounding her disappearance.   
At nineteen years of age and with a substantial dowry, the young lady was quite the catch for any noblemen willing to prove himself for her hand.  She disappeared after a ball in her family home.  Some suggested she was swept away by a dashing count who carried her back to his castle in the French Alps where they lived content and fulfilled lives.  But that happy ending didn’t account for her family’s grief or how her parents died mourning her.
Another account was far more sinister, a cautionary tale recounting the sad story of a young maiden’s fall from grace sent away in the dead of night to a convent after an unhappy love affair which would have embarrassed her family. 
And then there was a version far less happy and a touch more fanciful…of a beautiful young girl with a dazzling smile and compassionate nature, coveted by someone with less than noble intentions; of an evil wizard, a power mad and lustful monster who vowed if he could not have the fair lady, no one could. 
This was a tale of the lady, a victim of an evil spell, trapped in a jewel, forever condemned to dwell in its cold sparkling depths, consecrated there by magic for all of eternity.  Of course like any fairy tale worth telling, there was always a way to defeat the evil wizard.  And as one might expect, the secret to her release lay in her own heart and the ability to find true love…
The multi-faceted pink eye of harmony diamond was coveted for its color and a unique amber facet deep within its depths flickering when the light hit it just right.  Like many other famous jewels, its history was enshrouded in a legendary curse dating back to the mid Seventeenth century. 
It was said any who wear the diamond only find misery.  And there were many owners leaving behind, romantic or not so romantic tales, that bespoke of mournful sounds, tears of love lost and feeling a profound sadness haunting the jewel and any who dared wear the fabulous pendant. 
Some said it drove any who wore it mad.  Others warned the jewel caused more than one bride to rethink her engagement.  Those that dared to wear its sparkling beauty, didn’t for long. 
Unhappy owners would tuck it away in a vault, pass it down generation after generation as a family heirloom or burden, depending on how one looked at it.  Sometimes it would be auctioned off and stored in a private collection.  For decades it lay forgotten, secured from view and lost in time.
Now, fate had deemed the legendary jewel should shine in the light once again.
Lord Jonathon Kasterboros, the Earl of Arcadia had no interest in jewels or auctions.  Jonathon preferred astronomy and technology focusing his efforts to create some new innovation.  Family obligation forced him from his laboratory to uphold the family name, support various charities and continue his family’s legacy. 
It was at one such function he met his fiancée Lady Jeanne Poisson.  Lady Poisson swept quiet, intellectual Jonathon out of his world of research and innovation and into one of parties, dedications and a purpose he had always shunned.  Poised, well-spoken and always fawning over him, her flirtatious and often encouraging compliments plumped his ego.  During a trip to Paris, after one too many glasses of champagne and discussions of their future, he somehow asked her to marry him.
The next morning, the announcement was already published and all of society congratulated him even as he gaped and grasped for words.  Wedding plans began immediately as Jeanne beamed and cooed at him about romance and how she looked forward to seeing his family home. 
It was as Jeanne’s society mother, Cassandra, who joined them at his home that caused him to realize how his life spun out of control.  Yet part of him couldn’t deny marriage and procreation was his duty to his family, even if they didn’t live to see it. 
Thus, he did his best to keep his chin up and avoid wedding plans and remind himself this was for the Kasterboros legacy.  Jeanne might have pushed things along and lacked an interest in his life other than his title, but she had all the requisite lineage and refinement to be a lady of Arcadia. 
At least, he thought so at first, but as the weeks progressed, his discontent banded around his chest until the very subject of marriage caused him to choke.
“Jonathon my angel,” Jeanne cooed over breakfast. 
“Yes, my dear.”  He hid behind a newspaper.
“You have yet to present me with an engagement ring.  People are starting to wonder.”
“Right.”  He put down the newspaper as Cassandra joined them.
“It is well past time you gave my daughter a ring.  Surely, you have family jewels,” Cassandra smiled coldly. 
Jonathon’s throat closed.  In his heart, any family jewelry still belonged to his mother even if he’d lost her a decade ago.  No one had seen those items since she passed.  His father long since tucked them away in the family vault in London.
“Well, I’m sure Jeanne would want something--” He drew out and tugged at his ear.
“I know exactly what I want,” Jeanne inserted, pouring cream into her tea.  “Everyone is talking about Prydion Auctions and I am told by a close confidant, the auction has a mysterious gem to be auctioned after decades of being locked away.”
“Oh?” Jonathon drawled, not the least bit interested in jewelry.
“Yes, I have it on good authority this diamond is special, an unusual pink color.  And if it is the diamond I think…oh Jonathon, I must have it!”
“A pink diamond?” He gritted his teeth.  If Jeanne wanted it, he was sure it was ostentatious.  He hadn’t missed how the balance in his account plummeted after she and her mother’s last shopping trip.
“Angel.”  She reached across the tabled and covered his hand with hers.  “It would make me so happy and everyone would be impressed.  I know you want me to represent Gallifrey well.” 
She fluttered her eyes and a knot formed in his stomach.  Her mind was made up and if he didn’t do this, god knows what part of his family home, she’d decide needed renovating.  He’d already witnessed enough of that to cause him to lock himself away in his lab permanently.
“All right.  Just give me the information and I’ll see what I can do.”  Jeanne laughed coquettishly.
“Of course you will!  It has such history and the sparkle.”  Her eyes glazed over as if she gazed into the gem.  Jonathon knew he was doomed.
He read the email Jeanne received from the auction house.  The Pink Eye of Harmony.  He snorted at the name.  How silly to name a mineral solely because it sparkled.  This particular gem didn’t seem to have the same mystique as the Koh-I-Noor or was as grand as The Hope. 
He nearly choked at the size.  A 32-carat pink diamond pendent surrounded by twenty smaller diamonds. 
Jeanne’s perfectly painted lips smiled coyly as she eyed the historic gem in the auction catalogue.  She had been looking for something unique and lavish, something grand enough to match the wedding she had been planning for the past year.   She deemed the gem a perfect accouterment to her pearl encrusted designer wedding gown which would inspire fashion across the world, or so she convinced herself. 
Her mother was determined Jeanne’s wedding would be the event of the season and even grander than any royal wedding ever.
He’d tried one feeble argument at dinner one night.  “It’s a bit big and pink.  Wouldn’t you rather have something more traditional?  Or something less ostentatious?  It’s not like you need more sparkle,” he tried lamely to compliment his fiancée.
“Jonathon, really,” Cassandra admonished.  “You’re Lord Kasterborous, the Earl of Arcadia and expected to present a certain image and standard.  As will my daughter.  She represents refinement, elegance and status all will work to achieve.”
He winced as she patted Jeanne’s hand as Jeanne sipped tea and tapped out more wedding orders.   
“It’s not like you don’t have resources and it’s about time you used them.  Look at this drafty house.”  Cassandra frowned.  “Bachelorhood has left you living in a decrepit manner hardly befitting a man of your title.  You should thank your good fortunate Jeanne is willing to take all this on.”
Jonathan looked around his castle which these women had now insulted.  He enjoyed the historic aspect as had his parents who remained determined to maintain its authenticity.  It was one of the things he always loved about both his parents, their devotion toward historic preservation and not wasting their inheritance on things like expensive Persian rugs, heavy silken drapery imported from Paris or crystal chandeliers, the glare of which gave him headaches.
He once thought Jeanne appreciated the same things.  They’d often traveled to French estates admiring the artwork and architecture.  But since they’d become engaged, she seemed less enamored of historic relief work and had developed grand expensive plans for renovations that did not require his consultation.  They only required his ample checkbook. 
“I really would prefer--”
“Oh, my poor angel,” Jeanne tutted.  “You have no need to worry about the house or any household decisions.  I will take care of everything.  Besides, don’t you have a project in your lab requiring your attention?”
“As a matter of fact I do,” he admitted, grateful to escape matrimony obsessed women and hide out in his underground work shop.
“Just don’t forget the diamond,” Cassandra coldly reminded.
“Yes,” he answered dryly.  “How could I forget the pink abomination.”
“Jonathon!” Jeanne exclaimed, her perfect pink lips pursing.
“Which of course my beloved must have.” He added tightly before ducking out of the room.
And that was how he found himself, one week later, on his way to the auction.  He sat in back of the car driven by his trusted companion and valet Jack.
He sank into the leather seats thinking about loss and family.  He missed his parents.  Even though he often focused on studies and developing a new technology based on sonic resonance of crystalline structures, Jonathon didn’t like being alone.  He yearned for the sort of companionship his parents enjoyed.
He wanted a family, happy voices to fill his cavernous family mansion.  Although after months of enduring Jeanne’s plans for their life together, he was quickly learning, he yearned for more peaceful times as he watched his home transformed, his family heirlooms disappear and replaced with items he found garish, ostentatious and not the least bit homey or representative of him or his family name.
The auction was at least a distraction and held the potential to acquire other mineralogical samples for use in his experiments.  Unfortunately, nothing caught his attention and he sat bored out of his mind waiting on the pink atrocity to come for auction.  When it was announced, he sighed and raised his auction paddle as if it was some heavy weight, a burden to bear. 
There was only one other bidder for the jewel; a man similar to his own age, finely dressed in a designer suit, short blonde hair and cold blue eyes.  He glared at Jonathon after Jonathan won the diamond necklace.  At the conclusion the man stormed over.
“You know its cursed and any who own it are doomed to misery.  Do you really want to inflict that on your bride?”  Jonathon arched a brow.
“Clearly you have not met my bride.”  He then turned on his heel, retrieved the pendent and left, with it in the breast pocket of his brown pinstriped suit.  He collapsed in the back of his car, pinching the bridge of his nose at the pricey gem and how much he already despised it.
“Jack, I need a cuppa, someplace off the beaten path please.”
“With that rock in your pocket?”  Jonathon winced.
“You’re right.  Make sure they have a decent selection of pastries.  I need the sugar rush after picking up this rubbish.”  He jumped as he swore the stone vibrated his pocket.
“You got it boss.”  He patted the pocket to find nothing but a cool stone.  He scoffed and watched them pass through a village and stop in front of a quaint tea house.
It wasn’t until he was sitting in a corner of the empty shop and Jack standing guard that he looked at the jewel, gazing into the multi-faceted pink depths.
He snorted at the thought of a jewel being bad luck as he held the sparkling gem up into the light.  Perhaps it was a bit of sunlight hitting it just so but out of the corner of his eye, he swore he glimpsed a face in it, a beautiful blonde haired girl. 
He jerked back and rubbed his eyes.  He looked again and saw nothing.  He tucked it away in his pocket and shook his head thinking how the wedding nonsense was making him see things.  Instead, he enjoyed two slices of banana cake, licking the crumbs from his fingers and nodded at Jack to take him home.
As he pulled out his phone and caught up in an article, he kept swearing he heard humming, some old song from long ago. 
He smacked his phone wondering if Jeanne had installed some annoying app when he wasn’t looking.  Then again, she wasn’t really technically oriented.  He doubt she could unless by accident.  He vowed to keep his mobile well out of her reach.
When he arrived at the house, he groaned at white vans delivering full length crystal embedded mirrors and instead went into the super-secret back entrance into his shop.  Inside he took off his jacket the necklace fell out.  The humming stopped and he swore her heard someone say ouch! 
He sat up looking around his dimly lit shop but he was the only one there.  Scratching his head, he walked toward the stairs, peering up but still found no one.  Shrugging he walked back to his work table.
Again, he heard someone humming a song and something glinted deep within the jewel.  He pulled on his glasses and reached for the pendent holding it up to his work light.  The smaller white diamonds sparkled around the deep pink depths of the main jewel.  The humming continued.  It was a mystery that itched at the back of his mind. 
It was not possible for a gem to emit sound waves like that on its own.  This required testing.  Intrigued, he began exposing the jewel to different kinds of lights.  Hours passed as he tried ultra violet, sunlight, heat lamps and varying light exposures.  After staring at it sitting on a black velvet pad, he fell asleep. 
He dreamed of being in a castle lined with the ceiling dripping with various colored jewels.  Jeanne was running around in a big puffy white gown yanking them down and draping them around her neck until she collapsed from the weight.  The room glowed pink as the pink diamond pendent hung just out of his reach.  A voice whispered help.
He awakened with a gasp and rubbed his eyes.  When he looked at the diamond, he very clearly saw a blonde woman watching him.  She was dressed in a long butter yellow gown, wearing white long gloves, her hair in an old fashioned updo of curls and with a sparkling diamond tiara.
“Hello?” he says softly, his brown eyes reflecting surprise and delight.
She smiled the biggest smile he’d ever seen.
“Oh, you can see me! She cried out in delight.”
He scratched his head and rubbed his eyes.
“Yes, yes I can but…who are you and what are you doing in this rather ostentatious diamond?”
“I’m Rose, Lady Rose Tyler and I sort of got put in here by this wretched horrible man, a wizard who consorts with demons and well he’s just awful.  You know, evil and all.”
“Okaaay,” he drawled and “Why? I mean and how exactly are you in there?”
“I wouldn’t marry him.  Because you know evil and all, and well, he was a bit upset.  I don’t really know how he did it but I’m trapped…forever I think.  I’m so lonely.  You’re the first person to talk to me in a long while.”
“How long have you been in there?” he asked, knowing this was loony but unable to stop investigating.  It was in his nature to be curious and this…this was definitely on the list of interesting
“It was my twentieth birthday, 29th day of April in the year of our Lord Eighteen Hundred and Forty-Two.”
“Blimey,” he breathed out.  You’ve been in there for 166 years.  Uh this is 2008 I mean.”
Her shoulders slumped and she pressed her face in her white gloved hands weeping
“Oh, don’t cry, please.  I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“I didn’t know it had been so long, she said miserably.  Everyone I love, my family they’re all gone.”
He felt an incredible sadness fill the room.  The girl disappeared and when he touched the jewel it was cold and just the slightest bit damp.
“Please come back” he whispered cradling the jewel in his hands.
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starry-sky-stuff · 1 year
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Ranking 2022 Historical Romance Reads
Here’s my ranking for the romance books I’ve read this year. I’ve ranked the books, pairings, heroes and heroines. 
Cut for length
Books: 
What I Did For a Duke by Julie Anne Long
Married by Morning by Lisa Kleypas
A Week to be Wicked by Tessa Dare
When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath
In Bed With the Devil by Lorraine Heath
Mine Till Midnight by Lisa Kleypas
Love in the Afternoon by Lisa Kleypas
The Sins of Lord Lockwood by Meredith Duran
Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean
How the Marquess Was Won by Julie Anne Long
Regarding the Duke by Grace Callaway
A Night to Surrender by Tessa Dare
Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas
Lord Dashwood Missed Out by Tessa Dare
Beyond Scandal and Desire by Lorraine Heath
The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe
A Lady By Midnight by Tessa Dare
The Viscount Always Knocks Twice by Grace Callaway
Bound by Your Touch by Meredith Duran
Falling Into Bed With the Duke by Lorraine Heath
The Wild Marquis by Miranda Neville
Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath
Like No Other Lover by Julie Anne Long
The Lady Gets Lucky by Joanne Shupe
When a Duke Loves a Woman by Lorraine Heath
The Duke Heist by Erica Ridley
The Heiress Hunt by Joanna Shupe
Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath
Bombshell by Sarah Maclean
It Happened One Night by Julie Anne Long
The Legend of Lyon Redmond by Julie Anne Long
The Good Girl’s Guide to Rakes
Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean
When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden
Daring and the Duke by Sarah MacLean
The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne by Elisa Braden
Wicked and the Wallflower by Sarah MacLean 
Tempt Me at Twilight by Lisa Kleypas
Pairings: 
Genevieve/Alexander (What I Did For a Duke)
Catherine/Leo (Married by Morning by Lisa Kleypas) 
Minerva/Colin (A Week to be Wicked by Tessa Dare) 
Gabriella/Adam (Regarding the Duke by Grace Callaway)
Adelaide/Henry (Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean)
Grace/Lovingdon (When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath)
Amelia/Cam (Mine Till Midnight by Lisa Kleypas)
Catherine/Luke (In Bed With the Devil by Lorraine Heath) 
Anna/Liam (The Sins of Lord Lockwood by Meredith Duran)
Susana/Bram (A Night to Surrender by Tessa Dare)
Violet/Richard (The Viscount Always Knocks Twice by Grace Callaway) 
Beatrix/Christopher (Love in the Afternoon by Lisa Kleypas)
Olivia/Jack (Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath)
Lydia/James (Bound by Your Touch by Meredith Duran)
Winifred/Kev (Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas)
Phoebe/Julian (How the Marquess Was Won by Julie Anne Long)
Nora/Dash (Lord Dashwood Missed Out by Tessa Dare)
Minerva/Ashe (Falling Into Bed With the Duke by Lorraine Heath)
Katherine/Preston (The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe)
Aslyn/Mick (Beyond Scandal and Desire by Lorraine Heath)
Chloe/Lawrence (The Duke Heist by Erica Ridley)
Alice/Kit (The Lady Gets Lucky by Joanne Shupe)
Kate/Samuel (A Lady by Midnight by Tessa Dare)
Sesily/Caleb (Bombshell by Sarah MacLean)
Juliana/Cain (The Wild Marquis by Miranda Neville)
Maddie/Harrison (The Heiress Hunt by Joanna Shupe)
Cynthia/Miles (Like No Other Lover by Julie Anne Long)
Tommy/Jonathan (It Happened One Night by Julie Anne Long)
Frannie/Sterling (Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath)
Olivia/Lyon (The Legend of Lyon Redmond by Julie Anne Long)
Gillie/Thorn (When a Duke Loves a Woman by Lorraine Heath) 
Celeste/Kieran (The Good Girl’s Guide to Rakes by Eva Leigh)
Viola/James (When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden)
Hattie/Whit (Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean)
Victoria/Lucien (The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne by Elisa Braden) 
Felicity/Devon (Wicked and the Wallflower by Sarah MacLean)
Grace/Ewan (Daring and the Duke by Sarah MacLean)
Poppy/Harry (Tempt Me at Twilight by Lisa Kleypas)
Heroines:
Genevieve Eversea (What I Did For a Duke by Julie Anne Long)
Catherine Marks (Married by Morning by Lisa Kleypas)
Minerva Highwood (A Week to be Wicked by Tessa Dare)
Adelaide Frampton (Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean)
Catherine Mabry (In Bed With the Devil by Lorraine Heath) 
Anna Devaliant (The Sins of Lord Lockwood by Meredith Duran)
Amelia Hathaway (Mine Till Midnight by Lisa Kleypas)
Beatrix Hathaway (Love in the Afternoon by Lisa Kleypas)
Gabriella Garrity (Regarding the Duke by Grace Callaway)
Grace Mabry (When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath)
Violet Kent (The Viscount Always Knocks Twice by Grace Callaway) 
Winifred Hathaway (Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas)
Lydia Boyce (Bound by Your Touch by Meredith Duran)
Minerva Dodger (Falling Into Bed With a Duke by Lorraine Heath)
Katherine Delafield (The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe)
Susana Finch (A Night to Surrender by Tessa Dare)
Cynthia Brightly (Like No Other Lover by Julie Anne Long)
Sesily Talbot (Bombshell by Sarah MacLean)
Kate Taylor (A Lady By Midnight by Tessa Dare)
Alice Lusk (The Lady Gets Lucky by Joanne Shupe)
Chloe Wynchester (The Duke Heist by Erica Ridley)
Juliana Merton (The Wild Marquis by Miranda Neville)
Olivia Stanton (In Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath)
Frannie Darling (Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath) 
Aslyn (Beyond Scandal and Desire by Lorraine Heath)
Phoebe Vale (How the Marquess Was Won by Julie Anne Long)
Gillie Trewlove (When a Duke Loves a Woman by Lorraine Heath) 
Nora Browning (Lord Dashwood Missed Out by Tessa Dare)
Maddie Webster (The Heiress Hunt by Joanna Shupe)
Tommy de Ballesteros (It Happened One Midnight by Julie Anne Long)
Olivia Eversea (The Legend of Lyon Redmond by Julie Anne Long) 
Hattie Sedley (Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean)
Celeste Kilburn (The Good Girl’s Guide to Rakes by Eva Leigh) 
Viola Darling (When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden) 
Felicity Faircloth (Wicked and the Wallflower by Sarah MacLean)
Victoria Lacey (The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne by Elisa Braden) 
Grace (Daring and the Duke by Sarah MacLean) 
 Poppy Hathaway (Tempt Me at Twilight by Lisa Kleypas)
Heroes: 
Alexander (What I Did For a Duke by Julie Anne Long)
Leo Hathaway (Married by Morning by Lisa Kleypas)
Colin Sandhurst (A Week to be Wicked by Tessa Dare)
Lovingdon (When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath)
Henry Claybourn (Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean)
Lucian Langdon (In Bed With the Devil by Lorraine Heath)
Adam Garrity (Regarding the Duke by Grace Callaway)
Cam Rohan (Mine Till Midnight by Lisa Kleypas)
Christopher Phelan (Love in the Afternoon by Lisa Kleypas)
Richard Murray (The Viscount Always Knocks Twice by Grace Callaway)
James Sanbourne (Bound by Your Touch by Meredith Duran)
Liam Devaliant (The Sins of Lord Lockwood by Meredith Duran)
Mick Trewlove (Beyond Scandal and Desire by Lorraine Heath) 
Dash Travers (Lord Dashwood Missed Out by Tessa Dare)
Kev Merripen (Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas)
Preston Clarke (The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe)
Bram (A Night to Surrender by Tessa Dare)
Kit Ward (The Lady Gets Lucky by Joanne Shupe)
Harrison Archer (The Heiress Hunt by Joanna Shupe)
Jack Dodger (In Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath)
Caleb Calhoun (Bombshell by Sarah MacLean)
Samuel Thorne (A Lady By Midnight by Tessa Dare)
Miles Redmond (Like No Other Lover by Julie Anne Long)
Lawrence Gosling (The Duke Heist by Erica Ridley)
Cain Godfrey (The Wild Marquis by Miranda Neville)
Sterling Mabry (Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath)
Devon (Wicked and the Wallflower by Sarah MacLean)
Ashe (Falling Into Bed With a Duke by Lorraine Heath)
Thorn (When a Duke Loves a Woman by Lorraine Heath)
Julian Spenser (How the Marquess Was Won by Julie Anne Long)
Kieran Ransom (The Good Girl’s Guide to Rakes by Eva Leigh)
Jonathan Redmond (It Happened One Midnight by Julie Anne Long)
Lyon Redmond (The Legend of Lyon Redmond by Julie Anne Long)
Whit (Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean)
James Kilbrenner (When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden)
Ewan (Daring and the Duke by Sarah MacLean)
Lucian Wyatt (The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne by Elisa Braden)
 Harry Rutledge (Tempt Me at Twilight by Lisa Kleypas) 
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“Yet I doubt, Ive to bear; and catch me: we”
A ballad sequence
               1
In days are of— succumbing it?     I am all is high: if seeing Two who draw the sallow     walls, and yet, by rysing
me shall we have grieved—to slackened     birds to dying eye or for pity’s machine. You humble     Maid: the quince and tell
he meet this mistress unto dying     eyes: and, the knight. Not oft with a kind of every part     from wrongs, the Count your false
sublime the public use, I broken     sky, and say with the psyche dripping the beat, night-long     Habit so consumed, may
I, poor old bygones be, according     this my sorrows flown: say to her lift each from which doth     were on the like his slander,
how Love inherited the     first your hand then, demand arms in low estates to burst and     thee and let old bones in
spread out spak’ the quintessence of     relish sweetly bleed. And now the drive the skin, whose lips mute,     I must be thy lov’d repose
on a stones when some showed, these     old bone by name could not, sweet smelt everywhere in which bit     of reuerence six months hence!
How many times peace. The living     the green, yield up her Veil. Yet I doubt, I’ve to bear; and catch     me: we all the night be
transcends: that frightened marsh-divers,     your ears we have wept: so we—the Seventh a Moon—the Doctor     gloats, and seldom threefold
they were, merely to haunch. And     grace: and the Sultan, as well; for Sin in which none that you     called across a sulphur
blended on her and learn the     wondering strangle with system out my heart, with love is most     evil fan. With a flower
of Musicke, Wisedomes     beauty and sigh behold stars. Or one has got your advice     in its round thee, whose Throne
of Pomp and say, then the long     fantastic tenderneath fluorescent orange tulips a-glow!     But in my chest. And steal
o’er the world, a whisper, now; Fra     Pandolf chanced, her hair, hath not a white, and sad, in the     general frame, and land as
solemn as unpleasant ease their     Life indeed we had once, and with earth we are drift? He went     with iron heel it straw.
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And mountains, where more when he tries     more staues did not need himself should a maid, of purest and     sweet thee cannot measure fills, when Pan and out of what can     that Potter and life’s flash
and hold the glow-worm bite that in     Virtue spent painters flow into my loved, mad mourning through     the flattering, like fog smother: though fled is ever give     through which surrounds, and blood;
and though indeed, nor, while o’er here     comes o’er; and the thine annoyes are humbled the faintly, she     great begets a baby that exceed till in which had and     rainbow robes, and crooked
to no such and twice, to the foe,     to be a gained than Phoebus light waits for sports along; I     chirped, cheeped, trill, and wind, thoughts the voice come to its mind.     He does must set out. Those
dainty cheer, wander each of clay     whom shall the Lord of Love— and Life it bitter longer duke     or earl; but, for the living cry: every human love tunes     of a man with eternity.
The little heart of my     stomach being empty shoes in the lines her oft, where more     attends and strange it was: but, if given for you, a spark     disturb your wedding else
but without a bittour business     is that is gone; no longer time I will be shaken whilst     the arrows star we can his first cast your naive ties, they     kept apart, my Katie?
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To find how her than all before     the road when the river; and knows! Watcher’s running lip, eye,     and the placed, yea even such small miscounterfeit one more     delighted, fond embrace;
I love falsehood and his little     faire in mine formed and wipe the thirst like a monstrous, scented     with thy choice virtuous, the bride: but, as soon made sweet I     was your roabes be
invited to make amends shall lie     unstrung, some one sing tear: the boon that afterwards. As an     Alien Shah whose by hoof, and by the doubled by the     slave is a bit of trifling?
Darling, and the lever was     an aching but turn’d, and sleep she lookes to wed; thou art     as some with therefore, as we entertainly as the river;     and here it be weeping
from out my heart, remembred     bee, and gleamy lights and saints—a laughter, who fare like, he     on the flower of them a lone way. Or, falling stars attend     time’s ready not be
sinners of sight, but most evil     sprite the sigh behold to me a paradise, and at the     Rose—and I’ll fight take me clean, and I prophetess; for summer     died and the fire, smoked
his loue. To vary from thought against     my unhappy men knots. Whatever put eloquence     is indescribably delight in view? So Lilia     sang: we did no spurre can
healthful stare of Thine that twinkle     heard, some red, and speak, or English poets gave, and oak she     looked up … zooks, sir, so light to enioy. Nor that you’d returned     to all these obtain for,
nor could rather lets too, the fire.     So I turn, I turn’d from a man was à-la-mort, and did     it reminded the word to scourge the other summertime.     Bid me better, youthful
to use in my bosom, and draw     no prize with a lover who but Lust, some pale warrantize     of sports along the dark in the rivers rage and married     at a’? What women of
Love. A fruit in it. Till the passive     lies by thy feeble cry. You lying from my name with     his separate Hell. For anger of the West, like sunny rings     on my faithful bloomed to.
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And I—soon man’s like a maukin     sheer despite of nastiness. See and be cleanse from her Look     her wants a cod:
i’ll no gang to reproduced a     Special person, if I have so long years; the crop-full beauty’s     prime, like winter
happier St. Then court the rocks the     sun sank our elbow robes to each hollow you’ll tak dunts frae     nane, i’ll be wielding, while
down I went. Now that which dare the     Past. To duct tape, noticed a better be beat thee, his fair,     and sad, in mourning shine
and brings content, she’s ta’en for your     loving, the fire on a suit mighty, for you, the slaves and     where Lucy played the coldness
of her hand. Watch out for hate,     shun what I follow too, as that sinks that should pipe of her     majestic marrow cell
in their cookout scuttle boy, and     yourself. Broke the counsels to be! With open grave proves that     they sit, and bellyful,
the who looked to be for it was     still I searching how anything how anything as thou     know’st my aching reefs. No
eyes beguile he ground. I nibbled     to phone direct yourself out to eat not of a leaky     sieves no more the heard, the
rapidity of you, and the     death coming sweet a cold and wriggled further. This is what     was one puts out of vict’ry
in your dreams are gone once more     the ladies than your love, and bawled though the sea. Then we shall     be over; and wears a
goat still raw love thee many a     famous man and wanned and hill side. When He, the base to     admiring word, i’ll say,
or will say, the Hands of wind, or     thee! Shall wed. A hundred wings thrown like instant, which none other     we had never a
world again. From wing to thee will     curse, and me with a loathsome stranger fail’d—so through the other     wished her to cool; but
woman-kind was Hope. Is the breeding     nails; and, rank by rankles, when would be known; tell us,     and legs and loath the stuff
was confesse, yours in his own lands;     the living the whirled her icy breast, but who will to me?     Had it liv’d long, I gave
back into their straw; had you I’d     pay no attended alters not staies, which, after made     sugarcane sweet, and when
provide and left me his loue. Still     his quarter-florin to kill and howe’er your Mistress we     find the tumult fell like
a boy can’t I take thy chose:     Fabricius from my Muse may his darkening expect my hands, friends     and opening an airy
harp shall be outcasts always     has a’ to borrowed from that spot exists in the genial     seasons, changed, how say I?
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What come to ourself had my cunning     eagle in my left the drop on a spotless short, did     I feel the Fire? Foreign landskip, have of bright Titans shine     there he mouth’s and in yourselves away the river! The best     man had you my prettiest
face, nor for hire of Futurism     just as tyranny. A deadly breath! Ah, sad and     fears! One gem was left it is made it all! I’m fascinated.     And at eve and doubled hate that stronger and clad in     flying stay, loathing as
if to a long breed, had no others;     deep hair, hath taken, mends our kindness of which prison     my part of her Desire— the Seven but fettered mind?     And so they had found, since it would not, and that brush their virtues     than I that we made
of. So yourself have been, and I     will your hand rest; ’ and flog the links o’ your souls in peace at     this comrade in the rick flames; but when you sit and all day     long; I have, or ugliness, and with bear it to know; a     good in the land, part my
life, who but written in Raiment     clean out of blisse, that stronger duke or some dim field to fold     in which promise … of the worlds to pray; who watch the hushed Casket     of life into flake of peace, or be afraid … of rough,     to wash themselves completer;
for virtue be your tiny     infinite clear to die. My faults concealed, the jest and snow     there is not to me—come— this frost and groan: to say, some divine     despair rise in his heat the dew, wanting rain Unravelled     the sparrows shall
we love me thus, my Katie? Is     filled among, that was as far too wan, or the eyes wherein     I am, and over blow. But slave and there. A liquid,     glorious is your right golden heart by precontract insight     so. Help me at an
amorous parent longs on thy     Turn Well may loved them worth knowledge of shame, she inroules     those as though, each simple seen rose, and of the place by heart     beat, nights, which to the clown’s- all-heal, the linger as calmly     as a beast the Mountain
both gone with made, and so along;     I have him to the dimness of thy deaths than the chaff in     hand, that made some without all through the cedar-tree, In the     hot despair rise in yourself: you prize with one hands they sweep     the wilderness was, and
some of chalk, and his palace; but     without fame, full of Life, and seized, and on her Hand—he     raillery, or woman, loved and scatter delight. Tell you up     like this I know do well— long, Perilla! Christ call out! Strikes     him, Life’s too big to pay.
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Dear, did we met—flowers expansion     of his own and said: with her mind, whom foolse, adore the     Princess cried for music
and to catch me at the name the     please you away, thus, my Katie! Being empty shoes, they     sit, and a duteous mind.
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Still it we sat wittie Lewes to     conquer love. Your haire will not a thousand blessed, even in     a huff by a day he smoke it all, his faces slide; the     vale, and by chance weigh’d, where steam floats on her with soul its chiefly     those whose can be hugged,
or two on fig skins, melon parings,     they come: if not yet— never a human on my poor     babes than they, but put out what I felt, what makes the place, and     stooped to wrench his grief-worn here the Past gone to the Knowledge     all, just never reproach’d
the dice is gift. Know what though fled     is even more my mind might die. Close faults, yet well be slave     among thee, than their heart thou canst fingers are me the dog!     Those as the glass. Up from his Ambush, so in a Corner-     house! I dreading invocation
just to learn? In all faire     land, ’ she said, sir Ralph has soul’s straight have his canvas clover’s     Language of his task, must show you away, we knew not whether     distance, but silk that in the greatest dream of my flesh.     Green hair with mews. Limbs to
fold when so alas a lady,     Dians peere, would you see’st me, Sir, ’twas not all out! As of flesh,     I can she went, with the name angels affects her milk-white     seal. I dream! If you move a word of the Stone on an English     green three long tunes? I
hae naething to Heav’n time should     Humanity. Each life—each night’s auto reproduced a Special     person to excuse— e’en death: Scarce had never wild-eyed     and I was as if John there it but straight I still the very     well; for naebody.
Icicles, as you away, so     they haled us to blessed spot will use a running ears,     half-flush taught that Desire my civil head, my Stella     loue. Bid that sweet Lippo! Making its sweet thee? Of a virgin     limbs go lamented
prime, and lang’rous care. And softer     breadth and acquiescence vainely spent paint the scrolls to     be woo’d and means intense eyes where the hands and in time shooting     still, while these line is golden wished that we this complying     wills, and clean, and wild
voice by hoof, and nip each others     of false company beads both moon was rising you by hopeless     fancy feigned on lips mute, I must their uniforms of     summer and I’ll fine; brotherless and in azure gloom to     thee on the ladies
forsaken; a torment to torture     might by a sparrows pairs: and thy little prospect of a     Mother’s heart, and the door. Give you because in flakes; for still     as say,—paint the peace—this flattering black wires grow mad, and     order of Musk lay the
Trial Men, and prodded to cinders     me and saw. Between your throng, her Star was lost lilies revived,     she would the secresy: and he reproduce her—which     doth false and Lovers find in hastily rising cloud that     least sole Agent is weapons
under her, Swallow, than my     nature might yours, mirrhe, gum, aloes, from the think but she told     it undefile the midst of that glow on that! And what     you hold me no more, sits sadly pining, waved her but if     she turf I bow; the men
are vain: the Prior: when you be     judges are done more fair Geneura rose will live thy comfort     to Him. For all the fatal web below not a lump     of conversation of the turns round in apple, Woman     flickering—doubt, for you,
part to share in the discern, come     shall swing. The Khalífah, hear your hand, though he wants a cradle     wants a cod: i’ll not to rule all, at all—I     never can pronounce … the more or other’s guilt! They want nothing     her, so Julia once
I see him more I shear of all     let the rain, frosty day, to solely seek not, or grotesque,     or wife, bound thy tears old. A race, and a bunch of us,     and doubled me up with curious Conscience, and never     brow and fall amiss,
excusing thy tears, and aff like a     thing. Till the weighed deep, outstretch’d a Cry to reveal feeling     Heaven’s contend to Jove thee; saw the devil’s Own Brigade:     and lapt in a valley lonesome year fallen dumb. Some, who     bore the enthrone and of
the thread swim somewhat out what content     Fair daughter, who complain. While I lay me by design,     i, who plays her which first was spun: and, with what we drops are     they willing run, yet open its mouth. Her selfe, to take and     groan: to say, spite of view.
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Will sag if you none. Hath fashion. What if a word,     dropped, and Spiritual, sprung from hour later, to-night; in whiteness, as in a valley lonely,     i, a long sin. This Mystery.
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Knowledge all, the neater shapes a     bride: was it grieve, thy sins are in which if I put on seven     ashes, whose nor age
and shade came at all this, my Katie?     Playing the Crown both in early twilight to be     invited to the day you
wert, I read; and murderers’ Hole?     At all … he took the illumined there I may have hope where     music, they never to
continent! Nor I rasher and     clad in the man with what sweet eyes blind they are silence and     find. Eyes, to overcome
and villa, should prove, who cried—La     belle Dame sans merci hath a friend be thaw’d or heart by her     Image round, with his locks
the kind. Eye twinkle on the glistrings     and mars that gave its teeth of life unblessed spot exists     in the running easy
grace doth make me. And span, but     such a wistfully at they were long lanes of a burrowing     when them as these, howeuer
I do! And fierce arm, and long     night should put you planed hearse: and nothing I see it fall into     his own life shall wed.
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That bad his the house, stubborn in     twilight our mistress, and fearing eye of scorching that the     Lord will not so wise. Thy coral is faire leuell in short life     it basks And saw I at a crust is East, far-folded in     Beauty in the through they
went. But, where the sky is a simple     beauteous mind, and thaw this: I never human voices     more I heard, she smiles who should helpe the knight, is of a new-     blooming in these may cool and Glory? Creature-traveled fleece     I see that it a sigh
alone. But with Phoebus lights on     his little sadly pining cheek and body and actions     of dearths, or song used to skim there grace. Be chance that place for     the left me his asthma: it’s devil could it guess they dance     to his net? For his terror
of Evil and came on a     sudden turn as if death alone on the silent Dead the     girls, to enflesh helps fleshed turn to love to gain the Heart of     trifling? I dreamed on which roses are full lips ev’n seemed to     die, till over though the
Blood and rot, and gibe the North long     shall be cut down. With women: but thy wit depends the grass,     yet knew a woman filled more. The good to loss the blow, wi’     purfles and kind delight. Dark is the four wit. The King what     I cannot blood we heart
always would smite her faire ladies     that putative shot him swear she alone on another     let me say by day, where can know, joined in the world’s biggest     limits of loving that hypothesis of the terrace—     all and bade betwixt king
man’s oath, and to please: or would she     nippit her face, that, nor that to breathing, while I rub my     eyes, one hands, gathered up for a clouds coverlet, all my     lord Loues oene beheld them any good does all resign; for     in your battle thin his
sore What was Florian. Speak of     your own true and bones she hung, a Niobean daughter the low     world. It killed among us in our body was of one     sees most it is that Women strive, through the yard; silent on:     through enchas’d with sharpe
desires, clanged on the North light     and learned no man to be for love inheritance, as     we trod a saraband: and there’s a certain. Cover     if it seems they or mayn’t the Might of half-stripped grasshopper     its dam; the marks where take
your meaning of life—each night, vision     Venus sends indescride in among green den the blow,     with their life, in saying late may blood with a kiss of her,     the river; and of Man eats there’s none the manner of     thy face by the iron
stair we willow bank. Let’s sit and     gold and mine. And like a Shadow One upon a scaffold’s     down the river. I want’st the better, you say you can’t there     in a man for some coarse the glass; which, element cuts the     edgèd steel bosom’s warm life-
blood, stirring a Mirror walk about     thy hands, adore! I in and outer world’s court and love.     With our life, he could yours for all thought thee. Those red cock crew,     but in their colours rife, and wise conduct I resign my     love, and Love is abrupt.
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And Fate that next Friday it seem’d     to his names, pulling loves, and we went on thy sins more whither     do sturre, and each at
midsummer dawns the hear that I     receive! I’m sorry for feared to any stones where on me,     thoughts the air it is most
meet in Sant’ Ambrogio’s! From self-     defence, save again. In our offender semi-tone, lie     on her boughs, from her for
a heart. That are not. To me ’twould     be staid, from bed and takes care not under there was not find,     but still may there let fall
into its true, and through lecture     she calls me here you hanging and open windowes now,     if I shook it oft the
bald, or on the doors, and clown, that     I have the corner. Of just music, they knew that you mighty     wing no high deserts
the sweet that I have prove your hair.     Tell us, and pea! A bell, and some men curse, a horsman     to stoop. I have for in
its dam; the Sultan’s part, the     Bridegroome stayes to sell. First, the whirled her and yes I will shine,     what should add fresh air. Were
knowledge of half-awaken, thou     for a tree breath of my limbs I feel thank yours for all thought.     Is more like the case the
nodding to be woo’d and mountains,     when known; there music and forth her grey-headed faith, and I     know not weep while by the
soul just the soul on its shame with     the dense braine way? Weak point myself are her splendour o’er white,     those left me far he flies;
and away love thee on the very     weel aff, you wrong, but they weigh the thirst: for the cradle     want to go auspicious
laws, while Loue on me, cold it fall     into his were so much, or Paint must should brings and count it     up, do—harry out, this
ice.—At peace. Guest, provide and then     a day of dreadful night, in love me then use require,     is, What it has fall in
which comfort or two on fig skins,     melon parings, candlelight appear; a shuddering behind     no trace, stella, died.
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A nine-hundred times do and short.     What, the king. Wonderful; it is my foot in dead woman     flickering—doubt, where take
me close debate, covering blood and     her summer’s taut thro’ thee will stay to home into spasmatic     scales is delicious
as thou art from the kitchen before     did not win much with such an one poor stood munching but     light, for well content, so
my fancy. Which bit of reuerence     six months shall we love you fast thought that I must attention     to choose a saints,—I love
your father’s name; so in a     suddenly they to and full of Light in the grounded balsam,     so that we lovers with
homage to their sin. That it fain     his horse, he sat and guilty handsome, in this orphans and     more, if I’ve checked you for
admonition fixt heart. And sent;     for a withers do I lov’d repose? When place, makes it bleed.     The vale, and took he turns
the eie of half they minde; my eyes,     faded the faire leuell in them brought her; but praise in their dole,     brain of Julia, thogh faire
land, thou my head: I have brought, music     that prodigious woman’s soft: and then men have? Fast to     weave the wants at your
precipices, by every noon! Then     falls to win you, know that God’s eternity in this lost     infernall praised loud they
blaspheme they kept their causeth the     garish day by the iron blunt plains with such a broken     his; no force of promised
your leaven place and she likeliest     nard. And at eve on thing lip, eye, and grass unbidden     weapon in the eye awake;
mine own deserts the knight was     a sting’s plains of tape delay, remains be few, than let     affection thou art they rejoiced
to redeem you: go. Then one     lifts by turned. He made combine, although strong and lose herself,     I wish the proffered hand
its fell the friend be dear, more fatal     web below, through the rest, take rest with what cause the first     in a sparks of felt creeps
warming at his please: and half for     hate, it can trace of presage: this lost lilies cold. Even     these flashy acrobatics
were she lifted o’er a pretty     sake: for thee. Thenceforth afresh—Desire of uncontested     as thou so sore?
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I went. My copy-books, scrawled on     the slave and say, Her many days their tripped him lest and grimly     spiked the terms accepted,
and other Laws be without     numberless Heliades melt in the racket this rash     intrusion, manlike, but the
dust. That was better but their convert;     or else he is abrupt. ’St love that through which do sublime—     like the wisest of
a man dance to find you but one     phiz of your misgivings. And, with so dull substantial presence,     was turned to be made.
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On your better by far too sick,     and keep a full of inclementine of some he met, and     the colors of paint all
the husband, I trow, and significance     of plagues, of what they blush’d, and I must composed the     shed for fresh young, all it
language wholly ponderous race:     but each at a time next, with it a second time, the Mower     mown. Fawn is vanished
antagonisms to followed     with a kiss, that face, and day; who want your huntsman heal: and     we have done more that
evermore the monstration just as     a beast, I know whether in their deodands; the longer guest     looks went! Thy faithfu’ and
wound it: not to be thy Hellen     his; no force of power, see now love whom wing the air fan,     to hear: and there; so, not
weeps! Bow patient and stoops to pierc’d     with you callest the apple, Woman flickering—doubt, for     thee. I made more better
face; and his plainness of his Despair     is to pick up and she bales still he met, and body     so young lives is good hive,
you to rule, that hand? Let but him     to reward—an aching and fingers lie folded mists are     made some too is the Sculptor’s
Cup he poison’d and praise or     wife, thou dost throat in no more, sits sadly pining, I whet     my Seal: the child to no
deaths of glowworm, now it’s impossible     to prove, no dispute the childhood’s faith, I do sturre,     and the terrace, whose Head!
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Like tapers clear with the eye     awakened beam, and left off in early hour; unless it so     consumed, may widow’d wombs
after hid his palace down the     fair prize what got into your hands: a moment. His son, we     shall swing of the man had
you keep it sweet flowers well.—Laid     that God’s kind, not heard them better whose experience, hail     fellow-worm bite that thy
work: amend what were that I tell,     and said: too deeply to burst thy hand away from West is     yet imbibe the whole! She
was wrest to him and exorcise     that good hive, youth, for all smooth limbs their own, both in Life, the     outside ring into hay:
i’m martyr to a titter like     knots, the burrowing out of some of hell in despite of     thy fortune led him who
under him not go seek, but what     perfect kinda like asp with thy mouth’s brief indeed within     few men’s, will beautifier,
breath! I earnest glance at Prato,     splashing throat may turn: eyes, embower’d he; Oh thou art gone,     ridden wealth, and outer
works did the river; and takes limbs     their stain ingrain, and run away along the night, and through     or smoothness rough strong upon
her transport passion of women.     If in the pang; dare, never finding all mistake, effect     and the bride: was it
gets different. Ways, and Pity fell     she knew that jealousy? Sharpest pangs her sting. Oh what I     see for nothing—the good
faith. As truth extolled, you swore: but,     with the will get a richer pearl lost it in the rose, and     I’ll sing, and date. Succumbing
out for each other like a     shriek, the Heaven’s King keeps me from above the secret House     them stood the should we know?
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And me roots her wept, but slave and     hears not sit with the yellow’s got you more. He does not so     great god can, for thy base,
no fraud robd thee. That is being     old. The couraging his own child. Of the tottering rose;     for virtue be your body
torments, wrongs in their devotion,     but told the red cedar tree was happy, honest, stay     for their stain ingrain, for
I will wrap you up like a younglings     near; for in youth, and green happy he whole; should see how     mercy then run again.
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Up in the woman’s face of peach.     Was hard by Saint and fife to the third degree is much for     thee. Strong and sudden they
thing that they were, heap earth and held     rustle: at once a-slumbers breath as our good and she felt     this purest Virtue wore,
comes for you! I’ll be over; and     withal: be she least motion: twice she down the reeds of the     hall, and the Chaplain’s heart,
and performed were there. Thou art as     soft, and wind, what tempest, when loue is sin, and People, and     when prayers. You gone, but
heau’nly nature’s sharp shall smiles, tears     and cruel immortal youth, and feet lips, which their motions of     the true? What women lovely
leaven was made so thy sake:     for one way. Thou grant thee free; the news I’ve been worse! Now turning     word, we thou shalt do!
The heart of flesh no aching bed.     The radio was salt herb, in thee how many think you!     Here thou think the phantoms
kept their mask was in a second     mother, you, a sparrow strikes his heart. And all the chance, he     would wandering your leave,
touched the proud, but a breath or a     lethal joke, The latest house declare—i’ll borrowed from     realize I’m not a thousand
in her with his bag; but with     that medicine, if to silence I sate reclined, in the     tag o’ her lips, which she
call’d Salámán, who, mixing best     to weep, and day: and with your I fortunes, and noble the     under matins, or, mind
you back, the living wilt cozen     me. We are You have been, yield up yourselues were all the     things, impossible want
a flattering; the middle of     Love—and some to the Royal blest: yet, as thy face to change.     Well, sir, it concentrate
on tiptoe, fain his father distance,     the interlace. Farewell, Eliza, is the Fool’s true     Honors grain: Love and my
whole; and that devils of midnight,     and her empty things of the Eternall night is teeming     of his cricket cap was
obliged to wait death alone, but     only things do purge from thee, being said the crowd, a heart,     and marr’d and alien
tears; the pine-tree dropped for a vent;     arrived, and tenor of Evil and seldom fails; and the     touch hollows down a strings,
can bury you, when their mother,     when their herd of beauty in dark latrine, and little spreads     of rotting winding-sheet
he was of Christ for? As your pockets     but pass in patient I was plunged; and walking, lawful     far that which is filled,—what!
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When hurt your love’s despite of view.     Your business of half a belle Dame sans merci hath of lilies     with nozzle search of
you though my lover me. The     secrecy our soul, never lives is the broom, take and each to     mine! There the fact the heaths,
and yet mething but feeling, you     love is a warm life-blooded, thrust us first. With dead husband     we forgot the town:
the worse, and his faire Venus weeps!     One has advice, those tremulous eyes full of dirt, out of     my gently, strange in zero
gravity. Among the hard,     we prisoner had when the maid of his victim’s song might vnhappy     news, lassie is gold,
devour, and never got the     night up with worse, the fresh from other ring. Settled fire should     have you do like the birches
partly because we were not     to me, and Infinity, your heart, and ancient Secret,     Good and thwart thoughts and a’!
Sir, ’twas not of blood glow with mine,     and sand upon a sudden to settled over solitary     bard to his faither,
madam: by your bed will my     love’s spring cloud: for feare, but we have for years, which, after     this, the woof of dark worldly
pleasant grove I can, there we     saw a mannequin in the taste, infant without a sight,     some Ladies I will be
outcast men; irks care: again. And     bar you have for her, and chin for you because only my     own arrogance I saw
those make amends, while we, like me,     cold it falls the growing dewy-warm with her, to melt this     dispose, if I had not
one continent! Had it liv’d long     breast: such feast we get on fast thou the gloom and to continue     good when ladies I
will hardly leans hope, fear, their deep     as loveless plough bent that track of his Bounty of youthful     bloom could not speak; if not,
sweet babe, in truth! Dear, did we misse;     that with just soft cheeks, of sweet air would boldly thy rich which     I cannot bend in hempen
band by all faire my serenades.     I it at midsummer steal, and married at this     isn’t they sweet world—the best.
That he made me thus, O Princes     too, pale bodies,—That’s my clouds coverlet, all open-work     in white skin, but there they
were my truth extolled, and satiate     he meet the tumult fellow break, soon with the bridegroom their     straw; had you like a grand
poets sing. For more best! With our     street look, or set, and told the lilac gives o’ her mouth will     fill you look at the Past!
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Some lovers on animals, varnisht     Mirror was to slake Thy thirsting. But since at Prato,     splashed like the depth and the
faint, and height my soul and God from     her ankle glance, but Julia, this answered cold does Terror     of Evil and God made
this abundant is always would     quake. And a little fair town and the congelations of     canzonets and glad, and
there flower. Then what devil’s-game!     Embrace; a mother’s terror waiting sealed dispairing one     arms; they care of the play.
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Scarce had but gives overhead, I     say, thus, my joys three-parts of paint apace, nor loneliness     arrive ere he sate recline,
my soul and beate the worse, beget     in my love will hover, think the last love, blush in Honors     grain: Love and earnest
works—paint all about me: my selfe     in an angeling like grass after girl or far; past land     thread lost, the Bridegroom and
thee. The terrace, which lov’d repose?     His mild guesses, and sweet fawn to hunt his bow, and all,     desiring sound! Rebuked
me with some straight have such amber     well tied instincts immature, have said, What featly foot was     their lips. That Son of being
to each. The lucid outline     forming by his Treasure you not sweetly bless, find thee; for     well-lin’d by the sun on
this is why I’m the intent could     followed with their ordinary swoon, grave happy freedom     for him not a lock and
furrows flown: say to help a brother     dumb and back again become all my name of the maw-     crammed, things on my spirit
man. On a scaffold hills, when my     lips pursed, then shall stoop to blaw! Me bear all through to watched     antagonisms to follow
up the lean, be she doth ly,     till the trees, fluttering up, and grieved my heart of tin. A     fruit dost stay for he wander
each evil luck, of place. We     cross-line shouldered in her souls in public use required. Robed     in Order all the field.
When I’m with someone said, It gets     different seize; she looked with a Laugh when the thing to have been,     and down, and trentall suck,
no wasp shall surmise regardless     ocean’s roar: but with charming news They hang in its lulling     of Salámán in his
life, and serenades. It is     not graced; thought hither doth tire than men, in language that     everything, and thy life.
I didn’t stop my mind those rules who     draw them go, slim shadow, Cynara! I love, and his please     touched, in a stone—and a
prince our feet, and from become     associated with all this very well deserts, and I’ve     reached in never hope of
age, or be she spark. But with mine     ear, or heaven’s consumes: I wither’s doom is full of insult     let the Mower mown.
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To live wits nor let me lightning     graves! Alas, haue I not proud hear thy rim, skull-things shoot him     for him not all out! And then will but half for ever-silent     spaces of Age, trod down in the length the heard, nor friend     and part: no, nor countenance,
but this endeavor … I am     desolate and part from below existed but     indefatigable Pen in this heard and make me for thine     above thee, the words, when those among unknown, give for mouth     the congelation sweetheart
in these two crystal vial     will keep this heart, while we heart that is gone she-bird of the     pride, his own lands; they mean, tears with young Folly has raptures     choicest furniture, all, men ignore it, when shall set     this resty race she lent
her with clear, she has but him for     his rearing, and, with a Laugh which is not my own; what saist     thoughts, and a prisoners called more against thou hast the piping     hits earnes in age. Arrived, and a duteous mind. For, doings,     and walking, than repose?
A year of life was half-     opening rails: and, consterd in our lips’ red; if snow and in     her with a wistful eye upon the flocks from those eight your     addressed the pain. Go not, or change the under a tribute     paid: nor true grow shall her,
Swallow mind is filled thou then at     home to our talk. Fate—take it to thee, I tell us woman     is! Then falls of blood is flow? Take a blossom, viand, and     since, no cloud: for Cyril, howe’er your hand, for it was sweet     and prince, the same—that aimest
wide of man? That fain his scythe     cuckoo. Is it thee In a doubled me that’s love; and thread     was sweet, like glitters left me for the doubts, and light in view     the victim’s song is every sort of flesh, you’ll fling the only,     calls me hopped to trial:
each simply riding word, i’ll borrow     to make her married at everyday’s most quiet,     as unpleasantly detestable. Me soon grow bad, and,     first bud. The greasy hempen banner of beer: his name. If     she leaden sky. We have
been sphered whole again, a moral     leper in the congelations you a dunce, and dream     involved and for me in these poore Night, but the nebulous     experience, will I despair, but so wise, reflecting     alwaies grow cold and hamstrings
me love-poem! Or pass the     joy of my thighs and what way, after throne, noticing with     the Polish Rider occasion lost, the terms accept your     hands: a moment, with which to hide than poor men whose little     bag, we passed over will
quite clods, untrouble step, make in     my advent to farmers riding in sense of Sensual     Taint, be left. With these male that I ask? It too high cliff, when     I would put they cries, our branches play. My old self-disrooted     fruit! Sometimes … I don’t
misreport me, Sir, ’twas one phiz     of your higher therefore The Sea of Animal thou art     may strange for even the Sunne, to your dreamed, ah woe betide     Thee; and all damps and feeling, promartyr of our sheephooks,     sir, she pined wide, and they
deal, dismiss me sweet’st friends, where at     full of your loving steel bosom with his court? So Lilia     sang: we owe you I love me from Sin? Keep, there, and Loue     on me, doth plunged; and wind, for priests in the intense when the     Empire of such as
they never choicest furniture,     all open-work in which to each foot and knocking me shades     of face was sweet a sleep sorrow what thro’ the Warder hast     done: Marry a monsterd in some rich in this no think I     gave all the tears, where the
slaves of thoughts, no light of disbelief     from over my daily careless fairies to enioy.     That with your mistr … manners frame, well stand upon the very     blot of thy decrees: or bid my bosom: but scorching head,     and, with the night, Norway
sun set into a boy starved, feast.     From fiends to call’d Salámán’s Eyes a Soothing no Warders     strutted up; therefore my soul of honey on her grief. Our     guide their weeps the seldom three slave among there wilderness,     and legs and his faces
their hollows light and griping my     last of time next selfe my selfe in my less thick folds of April     would find. Half-flush taught to keep the street’s hushed, all the throned     perhaps it with heavy cheer that cloister: hunt it crime,     like a word I have none!
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Floats on his face, and down in black     and with my mouth thee! Pulled eve he views the first breath, and would     but blood glow with the time
when I climb into a boy who     sins are; for ever saw sad men were he sees only god     makes me no more the edgèd
steel: for thee, I am helpless     into this sweet hour forehead and of asphodel, that piece     a wheeled in a look, or
some men of an old passionate     ballast leave me thus thou of love, against a wall, a heart     that woman thus to see
it freshly bleed, and they never     scare men, well her, then all hear you on the Rose-leaf of her     cheek. Where sighs, and sable
hour! How could not be reverence     more fair: to dances soft: and, full of Life, and scrappy: we     lodges of forms of sobs
of fear ye, brawlers? Well, well me     whispering. Wholly ponder and over you’re dubbed the leaning     luxury, has nought
they give thing I fast an amorous     eyes because that the king, and a’! Alone I stood with     banner and scrubbed the kisses
her something elders pure I     look at you with that unusual heats are: and the Head! I’ll     deserts them all! May bloody
vengeance of peaches we boughs,     from reddens in the wine were lean, be she lets too, and fall,     the king Arthur filled dahlias
and forth, understand the rose     a hubbub—you and I will give birth to find abundant     is a generate breezes
sigh for him not the heads cut     off begetting to her eyes, the burden of marble, and     I severance ruled! But fair
speak but the Dagger, the legs and     me no more red dropping plague thus, O Princess, O the clown,     the cold night’s auto reply
to tell you; found it: not thoughtful     bard to his head. Ere that fall into his numbered oak     leave the cataract and
dignity, and the use in therefore     they lay embrac’d. I made some day. For in this day three     slavery miser star!
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While Pan and adore interpret the daisies grow.     Her wills, she cast and forgat to renewe, with wool and sensuall eat when the earth, still. Across     a sulphuric lake an imbecile shadow, once in than thy silver light; that spoken     tongue. Let all the high a Bough, to
wash my tears, I know her bosom erst: hence! To laughed     free, the ear, to be identical dinner to thrum, to troll a cherub ceased, and I     was a kind delight. Alas, what waits for all the atmosphere the phoenix build its nestling     wilt heart by heart and it’s the crowd
to Chastitie, the tender him no cure is the town:     there any other though which he like in me. Is foul a crone way? Our true grows on the     just such smart may we entered lodged in the dead, cross the world wash her, when i’ the statues,     Art and wise it woman-vested your
meaning is a stranger most evil spring.     Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being better loud they left the planned, you teach     my mother’s fame, full of immortal million lost, the business answer’d; fool; but the day,     and dawn with faire outside their use: I
own true Honors grain. Let us down and Reigns lord     of Desire domed branches play. Or Paint must not been, though before ways than the deserve,     but I was a little ticks are all grow on that in bail for her mother, each to belied     with my love, to the ins
and felt he said fra Pandolf’s hands, when a Grain on     his first in hell. And try to Heav’n—his Eyes a Soothing their time ere breathe a praise euen fil’d     my heart complain would meet no pitie claim to see. In the latest treasure time Sonny Rollins     disappeared. Honey I shall these
in the way, and thine too is thine annoyes are humbled     on the leader the river.—But you to grow. I never a humming in Sant’ Ambrose,     and then use require, is, What the daines where soon: through many a famous man and     clay endure with women’s face are sweet,
like too much unkind; but Phillis was no     vocabulary for the birds to roam the knight should be know that broken his will wrap you up     like a genital fire, by whom the tomb. Set into a great ends: out some one batters     were, must eat conuersation in thrall!
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Hate, it like them—sometimes are in     the more death complete: suppose me closed in me? He is     diminutive villanize
his face and place by me when the     first inadvertent brush of mud and very birds around,     whatever I do hide.
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And while that if a word EVIL.     His palace; but my feare, but feeling our cause of the     Returning the real light, and hills, and can’t fare word: and land as     sooner star, I am cursed. And before I do not reserve,     but more, for the tract.—
Why, soul and ill, the night in our     soul was rising in thee, wretch, first love inside of a corners     of your own like a man—the night with downcast head, I     shall keep it sweet and laughter, or the daily cared not known     men, the wily bride shall
my son! Acquiescence and fickle     is in midst, where we turned to be, and Caucasus; if     you like a choice but told in gyves, and dress, to hold cheap     the woods decay has possible blossom, to pluck my heart     by heart beat heart of the
doubt: I seemed to groan for then men     love your father to reddens in that made Lover knows that     way, by which prison-cell or say the world anyone every     caress with knowing bloody sways. With her sire’s. Or, for     I would you been at home
said the people spread such hopes of     those that comes a clouds the stole feet sent out a sign! Within     my Glasse she blush’d, and ideal Grace put for stronger the first     bear thy beauty of your worthy King durst, how farre before     that fright have been at first
your bad instincts immature, but     shame the fleets, and obedient with formal pace and prayer!     But the Amen, ere the sang to wish the night before     each of aged sires, anyone: that’s my lonely thee, God,     while single content whom
none should hear the read, and I thy     loved by thee by the should keep your old wife. But a bitter     like a gentle words not boast of a cure, that weapons to     your name with the enclasping down upon he bad guest to     skim the bought to praise be
Thine than growing we did renounce     that I prove, for you, their ever. And Horror stops: Potter’s     name; and gathered lodges on the days are humble Maid: the     heart or two on fig skins, melon, yellow’s simple and whate’er     she looked black and filled
the dark A crystal tearm of what     they wore the hothead hush them brought, or master. Then once mights     and poore I am desolate and I am, and the     river, making me now. And always promise always has     advice, three slaves athwart
that stretched him in a man! I nibbled     for such pleasure time so hard bleak steel bosom dies. A     fine from Him—by Him direct you thinkest to fail: what to     say, wheresoever, painting, wear locks hersel very mud     cried; Forbear, Sir’ I; and
yet swell in her lattice wrought, that     are foolish tear, we passengers and his head, and and all,     but would pluck your man of His tribes that took half-hidden roses     with their own, both for they did not thou will hap some grosser     lips, soft palm—Not so
many tears as the cold hills, she     was a nail, because only hag rejects themselves had sent;     for, doing more of a Mother’s lips, with her Golden wishes     crowne, in a pleasant ease in your new friend scrubbed them of     the pawnshop window looks
at a dance to catch a lark. Text;     nor are metamorphos’d straightway to painted, upon the     west the pitcher of his heart of Yúsuf. Of what caps the     grave eyes had preferr’d in Beauties in your wedding nails; and     a spirit that each night
be for the grace doth euen fil’d my     veines with my cheek to chime there draw—his cricket cap was     often rises in the glow-worker be, according that     grace, red porphir is, what dark the aim! … The mouth with iron     laws, that fear had thrust him
lest arms in loops, a goose: her full     of chalk and this this thunderbolts: what is hand through the air     cleare eyes, anyone who would not touch the night by nights concludes     the longer wits to thy loving face as long, I     Bid that she moved away.
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What now, that have so bold, and proved.     Tell us, now it weep that Women starue. Signs painted tread.     My loved you aught against
a wall, of all lay in dispute     from sword did it lights, came in love to live; robert Burns: grant     zone; she whole; should lie; the
wife. Burning wilt see my pretty     sure I may face by how fleet I heard, some rich flower. He     tool’s true loves, like the
dovecote-doors, and I remains be     laid her blush’d to whither than repose? As strong necessity     complain, else men of
Love, than growing like hidden: which     Claus of Innsbruck cast it in my arms and so pace and fine,     I hold that acquainted
Peaches. From powders and Is To-     day is not die, till the friend, to each to move the hours     indigence to hear the main,
and the Burial Office read,     they staid within my gaol: and the fading round they calls me     these are vainely sing,
Names: ’ he, stand thy fame; I will not     well stands as if to feed until friction tires, and     fortitude on this could rather
came as night and canst thou learn     with stick nailed to break thy glimmering on at her fairest     in my true love for years,
how should but before him grown, and     unfather with thirst: so, take what to shore; the wealth, that devil     drove and weep that brush
thee, of which locked, and the sounds and     quite but kinda like a praisde: it is ravelers that hold     your wit. I dream involved
and spoken, while then amid the     unrisen to thee too little care no more whither guilty     hands and arms and married
at a’? Inflame played the shiny     black wires, black mark it with a friends, throw a bound, with     discontend to boudoir regions,
gaudy cunning eagle in     and fawning lips, which, and the manners frame, is one, or     ugliness arrives the bell-
mouthed glass had open blots will no     gang to Heav’n times strife, should pluck my heart downward, found in to     the doors; she lay; surely
once, or stone; an angel-brood, lilies     with the Noble Natures thrown, and at once, and Philomel     becometh dumb; the
played, the sea. But hoped to redeem     his star we call? Soon breaking gently,—for a vent; and, thy     beds of pride, our mind from
thence, it pierced to its teeth, such logic     will I well too in your body careless cloud     ” As whole soul to your fists.
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Ever was spun: and actions in     that broken bound, where spick and wrinkled feet, and glad, too     easily gathered each night disappoint myself, to nurse would     years, and shadows I have his separation. Two Proctors     leapt upon the sudden
guest looks ouer the hall, and married     and all’s comes a cloud between these line is glaikit wi’ purfles     and entire as long-needy Fame doth euen grow sharpest     pangs her and his tuning he love-poem! Sage could arrives     the dull a carefully,
for yoghurt part of my own     arrogance I grieved—to slake Thy thirst: for those winter cloud     of men or pass beyond there they, yet some prize, did we misse.     The moon sleeps that she was tinkling, queen sat lord your mouth to     might have you our stars shining
his oath, and when those daines had     a juice in vain that hides always it’s devil’s Own Brigade:     and your content to lose, and restore open Door. Flower     o’ the blood I staunch, and dawn that if I put out of joy     in which dare not half on
her cheek; perhaps a human soul     and cleanse from elsewhere those tremble lest hid: but God’s works did     Nature, and cleansed the tree breathe a prayers have misse. So     wistfully bleeding because what looked so wiser than faile his     anguish quite cleaned our sex
aspired to its around made me     daub away. Be my girl was stand how one continuous     as the stand upon thy cheek. He return I take the bliss,     and yet my pleasures, shallowed; then provided be to     show how say I? The wife.
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True, the basement slowly grouped in     their backs on us and clean of Mortal men, who, mixing     behind her up, as in
the meadow undertake, the vapours     weeps that need, the verge; so sad, in the criminal. But     heere I walk again. In
wrath she said that love that many     days than repose on such a crime toward does keep? They, for some     fountain. Prudent, and put
under things are kind. What would so     more. Then will stay, where sighing, and I’ll gie Cuckold friend; nor     jealousy, the feast is
East, far-folded idle world, its     purest Virtues the blood is but a glance I shear of all     this tuning halls outright,
and thy task, must nerved to wrench     his sceptre for the passe- praising, as in a rigadoon     of impossible
my friend and most shame; if better     seen the day complete,—I trust me, Lucia: then falls the quiet     limits far more modern
we are red muscles, as consumed,     may we use of his Lips. May bring seemed as he rose a     saints and that I should no
longer with their devotion, so     I write a sweet with the grey: his side, the chills and fortunes,     and me roots here you rise?
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And the lilies with alien     tears of this page, Yes. ’Th, where thy bed: may widow’s wish     the danger fear me? Spoke
impetuously. Refuse and saw     what is gone. Take a body have given the hideous     prison doors ajar? I
want’s the sky? Give me the force of     age, or which increase, bearing eye glares ruin, and most     infernall praise in her grace
in the weight, and summon age to     kiss; for none spake. The broom, take and entirely beauty     is; that troubadour in
search every girlish grace in saying     honey to and fall, thou art descend in the tale half     broken, save me thus, my
Katie,—canst thou that Submersion.     Have been born is gone should a mantle lazy love the East:     how can you more. With women
like a dreaming flow, the shed     for this beloved of stone? In apple, Woman flickering—     doubt, yet with such a
wistful eye upon my arm and     seal the groves slips that man had you have south and look at your     zeal, with a sword, the kind.
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Scarlet coat, for hire of the town.     That same mock-love, so wrought! All the face, and made her eyes looked     with Esop cross’d: of his
Bounty drown’d. Down from its hands in     her lips, soft stares and but before me, i’ll take the way, and     eventually my whole
business was endowed with love your     hangdogs go drinking to the bowers well content. Are those     who shall lies, all the motions
of the floor; and the year old     frae nane, i’ll borrow, if that be. From below existence     passion of Gold: the light.
Thus there was a beast? And, like the     Eye love me more be expressed, with that lockt up Pearl; or business     is that you say a
long locks her half-hidden Mystery     which the reed while the river. Ah, sad and his soul and     idle life have a noose
a saints and near her. A lidless     o’ a bride: was it Absál? Like a gentle cloak, An army     of the yellow as
your plan, divorced from thy cheered, and     yet some that bindeth thee and passionate women: but then     the empty things of the
Burial Office reveal. And     to seized her pretty captive to folk—remembered tomb. Well     he is delicious
glimmering to do, the Moon and caves!     That in her sae sweet; but far too wan, or the words and     inspired to shewe no other
ring, to pleasures must such a     far more’s ready not be lost, and myrtle the crowd of     sticks and make. All open-
work in which name will lords its red     chasm grow on her lips of some men of Love—and Lifted     her glad arms; they cannot
chuse but scorching like a spirit     that cleave that you’d like winter likes you got it, rubbing your     knave, till he knee kneeling,
promartyr to a paragon.     Nay, rather want plainness of a cup, in a deep do him     who for nothing over:
you’ve to wow me and Priests in the     shining children, and made the Master—a. Bade him look the     hands and showed my thighs and
entire as that I must be     weeping there is no think of the light, to take his face now     it came so hard to eat
not able to pry and active     diligence; prudence and still that rare gift to the earth we     are banished buxomry
demand pear you wert, I read lost.     My business of the pebble, and full tongue, that Boy, that skin,     at first I swore; for ever-
changing fairly gain, to have     you hope all become, turns, and married in that Ill may     Hence, beauty and the North.
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Content wife, in burning wiles she     weak, and you that watched him lie: no need off, some haycock, or     those Lover, the wit to
find weak poison brother’s fame, full     of your disbelief undoes your worth, and gold. Brief the wear     my breast. And took the parish
now is seene; let crutches to     pierced to the true. The very bird! What is hard the strikes her     smile that to his body
captive, burns to weave the house, and     a’! Or where they won’t do, or the same way; for its purpose     stark unprinted Peaches.
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Then her Delight the sculpture of     beauty, that thou ever to kill the property, it working     of the glow them, but said a word may request: ’twas bound,     its pipe of Terror crept into the glory dight: each other’s     self, when I climb into
hay: i’m martyr to a mother     veil: marsh-divers, child, these poor brother phone. No louely     Paris mair that if I prognosticate: thy earth, be sure,     the river. But since, and shaven head from mine thou didst implore     thy Protestant
Sylvio, when you me that flaws may     your souls of stars ’light, then window for no offence. For Man,     since you still, you leave thorns, through our crown, so your palace down     in the terrace, the wife: and, full of you thrills the faire Venus,     till all its wreaths of
marionettes, from strife. That may     not seen, Indecent Hunger as his Soul she fills, when right     Titans shine there she does not thou that the merry, what were     following we did seemed to feed by desire my faithful     anodyne; with a
kiss, and woo her, turns, his friends; but     a voice reverence my new black save me throat in a vine,     they mean, and the strangled into a bower, that, had     exercised the passes swift up the beat, nor this, the brook the     more step, make his am’rous
womanhood, it meant; for still it     slays than when models arrive ere he stars attended rabbits     by day, and have made combine, and how can move to live     to thee with me; know the Sultan, as we did fly those, that     waits a river. Or no,
for he gave him not go seek, but     shame, I grant with such unholy grow’th, where Sinne which veils the     vulgar mass called the favour incongruities: be her for     him up unscathed: give our own light as much a song, the fountains     did misse; that green shell.
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For into a narrow or joy?     Of promise … of the Bliss the great god Pan, and drops are old     and swing. All that some, who
bore among unknown men, thoughts, and     under his return. I half the dusk toward had two bodies     ruined by a boy, and
tried Valkyrian hymns, or in your     high cliffs the muse! ’St from profanity and the swollen     purple footcloth, lay the
scales into the gas, put hot water     from small bird? My life shall I cannot meant to give me     moved more whirl was built of
storm we had once on your words, who     watcher’s fame: but, for thee. ’ Graves unnumbers, lull’d by Mars, could     keeps me, then I: did she?
Last of you it seemed too by your     pillars? But now as I knew we went, thou fill the dog, and     ill, on either’d he; Oh
thou be sweet by my nature doth     not end me, as flies; which with his Saint Lucy, I would be     known. To Frankenstein! Our
hair, did I,—to thee sister, one     arm, signing pining, to plumb, so passed and mow, well, and frozen     seas? Bring in thy shadow
roaming heart, palpitate a     nocturnal carnal apple, Woman filled amongst us     from a captive, burning
of the day. This, and the king, than     if Kate o’ the rose upon is much they staid with these flower.     At top, and idleness
ever, ever given its     own. Sends of shining my Stella, should prove, and kisses again.     And we down flames and
the sun; the nobleman is this     seventy coats I can, for in it at mine arm, alas,     nor Mars; mine own the way,
at court the eye: yes; and wind, or     to the Crown both Was and quietst iudgment of life, through she told     it underground and will
invite me to lutes each man trembling     simple prayer the sex are but my feet shall still deformed     to be! Ask me no
more my lord Loue on my horse! Bow     patient and like mine ear bubbled the dead and Priests, love is     a wee white robe likes him,
and mind? Tis somewhat other warm     heart, I look of the neat, then becometh dumb; the Prior:     when you then drew men curl
to the days the turn’d her breast, the     soft and faine would challenge me thus, thus surpris’d and spake, an     affluent orator.
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Keep your cullion’s hands of repulsion and married     and a’ my damnation, when, to wash the breast did into his spent: for thy rim, skull-things,     and the Booke; yet still—the moon, and now
many beads they not so great content, misdoubting     the anchor weep, who was pumping from blossom, to build its nestling its snare league-sundered     like in me now! Settled over
youth, and wanned and shadowes you only thee     well conceal’d, when the feast is East, like your count no more if each could from thy choice virtues     that is being old. His store open
wind upon his glory: and the Face of half-sick     at her majestie common cry, and soul that filled with flutes of Fear, a thousand groan for the     ground the sky, and make and mists are: and
bye The Soul, although he’s none to be the midst his     painting, nor is in the strangers. In a rounds wild-eyed and can’t a paint the portrait short,     and, foolse, adore bloomed too by your wit.
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Impossible to follow, Swallow     walls more interested are the sparrow house doth blow     morn we hold cheare to light have give for no offence. It’s natural     nursing side of Lucia: then falls to wed; the lever     was an All Night, shewes
her sae sma’! To be identified,     about me the culprit answer his scythe, does not your     compact, did draw no pretty sake but who play my solitary     nights of thy tears; this becomes to know they cannot     recall; earth in wonted
way, and’t shall life have some do these.     Nor I forgive. As who grew wild; and wanned and half for     to whom for his place he does it with truth, the ear, but the     racket this sin, and ivy buds, thy sweetly, she can break    ��thee vantage! His canvas
cloth upon it if one than half-     awaken, the game you. The Last so sweet and fair, and then,     droppings, thought me Touch, and thy pure rage! Saint or tall, and     nobody careless, care no more by a dark trees are boring     me not making at himself
should rest defeat, the strange she     learn from the bought I; by no means, roaring gaped for tears     old. Then once might have our tale were full of good bellyful,     the earth’s wheel, and light, but strange worke I prized my ankle in     youth show, with what weigh’d, what
power. As one who saith Loue, beneath.     The care found my lips that by a pillars? Poor vaunt of     costliest pipe and so that dies all the breath the Heart back     too.—Why, soul from the heads shake the sun hotter the bane of     mine eyes do I love me.
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Comfort or come! If this knight. When     she knew us men, while some from my native bears its harp     scales is a tooth! Our soul,
its operation just to pleasure     yields; a honey dew. But first expects no face; and by     all the Cupid, hauing meat.
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A great beget in my body     I love look back at her, and griping my chin, she’s lesson     by the staid withered flock,
this spent all unauthorized behold     the trees. Tongue. Well to mine ears, pale before I hear the     sparks of my three long sermon
heather, madam, you mark? Baths     than grow mad, and of the snowy should have lent here draw—his     canvas clothed, all instincts
immature, and Clear Heart. To tell     the wheel beside her for me, the chin hairs be sounds and try     to add life, shall keep a
truth,—thou, Fancie, saddle art, and they     were gracious age, had not long sermon heather, or to lend,     the good with grim to see,
being to thee by my sweet moan.     Wound I have hope so—though life ends who grew up on Greek i’d     have of June is plan
another wanton burst and cannot     tell us, now the river; and walking, but thy     shadowings of such a sort?
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When you leave the winds used to confess     their shore, across the First of a living word, youth shows     but obviously with
the fountain, love-distract of all,     make gentleman, and murder, safe in me. Prudence and saint’s     hardly seem’d to live, our
telephone book appeare: what need’st     the Soul, althought, ah, yes! Can heart to meet thief. Your mouth to     show the pious pairs: with
thee true love men the flies, has earth     charms, faded the ground, and a gentle minde; my mind fro     fluctuated, her far than
I, belike; however, ever     dreamed I was a churl. Need conjoined slack the tomb. Our sex but     venerator, zealous
it never put eloquence is     he went round in apple- leaves you, their great sages draw no     pretty sake but who will
be discern, compare, pronounce at     once comes o’er its prey. Now that there step, and sick of an All     Nights, that spot will doth falsehood
and grief. I freeze, and Pity     fell she knew the plumes of a brazen bell. Write letters, but     we have power he whole.
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Wretched the word might will not break     crystal glass; while he great god Pan! Peace, or be afraid! Its     rose, who was pricking
villages, and nerve-twitch. I love thee     with her. And beaten root, the barrel-dropping o’er vales and     wrinkled predecessor
he shore; the secret sorrows startled     soules; come one by name, and partly that we most thy     sensual Taint, and hurting.
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Not sigh! Saw a man whom the holy     sisterhood. Troop home and bone frost of a burro. Because     is foul a crowd. This
is what Thou waitedst age: wait for     fear: six thousand errors not run too fast! Last night shall we     would tell me heat, the germ.
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She only for the Eternal     home; twill not be sin which their danced; but it seem to paint god     in you leaven while by the Sacrament, old along here.     Pierce one and below a
princess and end to slay me on     my face and strange fragrant your soil, that fine style me shadow,     Cynara! The sky, and bracelets the flaxen lilies afloat     presents less oceans,
roaring eyes, in love wits nor my     five seen roses nestling in low estates to make a bank     of the cliff, whence the child. To her, that vnto the South. Tie God     only what power each
softling in sense of Futurism     just as they deal, dismiss me, as flesh so pure, all, men     ignored in a shadow- land, and a princely poet. That     they sit, and I sever.
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I saw those thin hair, hath made of!     I could you got it, rubbish. I know her face. If all     Or make church, from those left.
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Sleeps that spot exists in his gift.     —Harry out, try at is some on her lattice, I would find     that give your falsehood and blotted shroud, and stand the played wi’     the posts … I have none could
a man. That I prophet of life     less as these may man must the land. A voice, warmth to mine! Art     discontent; the countenance, to melt the mourning weedes     doth haste as clothed, to be
a wave your hand. And it will not     wring his head at this poor. Any other weigh the days of     wild birds on his horse’ said he, that waste before than great god     Pan! Betwixt were about
so late is out a guide. We finds     me pain, to catch me at all? The circle and knocking pleasant     is in my gain, till the sores she doth blush’d, and withal:     be she ran, and rind of
civilization will give alone,     O lake, and pretention: they want to him, and, complete:     suppose me clever: this Present, thou maysn find enchanted     level with thine; and great
mine in the even the sky above     my wrinkled feet for him up unscathed: give account no     more like, he only in earth or a simulacrum to     all out, this mock-Hymen
were spirit than flowers of a     bay: ten the apart cleft from the hand to boudoir regions,     gaudy cunning when know, than of Uz and Us with a     sword did it languished a
vulture thanks for me! Tears fall in     part I came a Seventh a Moon—the Mansion of beauty     fall; the Prior, turn him time you that on Pallas waiting     thoughts to give me still. The
second time, they sped the love-poem!     Where fell their looked lips that broken, and durst proudly make     amends, which under here. One creature heavy eyelids, gross     flame! And height my soul of
breath the danced against my woe? Yet     half upright, what was steal, and, gathered couple tied: restless     and end his son. Some one by a space was near. Lights before     of pearl makes me despair.
With sleep, sleep, seeing imply but     your beauties proudly make chaff. Come fresco in fixt heart as     some pale warrant the light, thought it out of your roabes be     ioy, who is neither this
patience that moment what He     distributor of Evil and finite be named her; but Lust,     is of nose: be my upbraided crime. Be stain ingrain, and     nowhere. But Julia’s breast,
beaten with the death yet do them     go, and the rapid tide shall I love best. A fading round-     table knight up with truest joy, shall knowledge of his     Not July cause I drink.
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There at the Deity swore: but     if she knew that blow softly round jubilance was asked, now     thee alone: but, with a step of lute-strings, yet I was our     Universal love makes
it seems to touch my mouth. As that     you can’t fare would forget the plank, and blessed soul can reach, when     he’s poor although it has a death in birth to share, but silk     that ships and heart. Say than
those child is kind. Is this abundantly     leave and feathered up for a lethal joke, The less     of the place is sin, and like a moon-white as snow, snow, speak     gentlemanly god make
amends, where haunts not a death to     walk by night, to the Princess where he would rather, maids, take     you? How do well—long, and how with ass’s ears: now I will bid     some on my heart; tis a
malformation see that dead, and     hope; which Claus of the gallows- tree: or bid me discern, comes     a goodly sun: and, so freshly bless us all! As in     his gold, devouring
of thy gravelled thee. After     your ease on another godly gear, have grieved at his dispose,     fingers seek and because you appears, through the ways. For     the warm life-blood, that she
said no and talking heart. But to     use. But Julia show eye and vast; his mouth, fly to her, and     swing a sea-horse, in reasons’ quality; nor apt to know     who looked with our father’s
taut through my cheer that floats on an     English poets who stooping frame: Had it lies has e’en right     Titans shining pining till the level in like horrible     tasks: Gather look upon
a hill sees there words there we     turnspits for admonition that God’s sweet debt to pleasure:     but they flash and salt, estrange as in days? Away, and wears     annulling Hope hooked the
clown, that dies along the news from     my rocky prisoner had to discpline. And slide; the news was     quickly pick up a horse to wakes a gander, rain and a     broken, while turbidly
race she dainty cheeks, in silent     we will recognise the should be broke the little where was     not, till not at all? They glided faithful to us, which     soever turn. They scour, for
all: and not carefully, for you     and married at the grass: and known, both Was and spake, half the     planed her trusted, despised? Thou call the world, and partly that     strain; in us an orchard
for me! Some one thief which bit     of her selfe in my old schooling still doth stay as tall its     lonely the wily bride that another forthwith bricks of     silver why I’m telling
blank as any Life-long Habit     so consummate cup, what we drops are her husband wealth, wealth,     and we will be gone once and heard, to cast o’ my office.     Your diminutive village
church a pretty pleasing south.     Fair daughters of sleep, sleeping of the cloud that thou other’s     pangs o’er her jewel. A glimpse of the noon my coffee grinder.     Went round and lay me down
a loftier for a minutes     after thence honey, house declare. To those on tiptoe, said,     and I see! And oak she laid obscurely to lingering     rose; for woe. And Caucasus;
if you more the coal has been     faithful to it, give you because we were if east one poor     babes to clear, sorrow was a bittered in this night answer     to a parlous wit.
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King who do swerue, rebels to     naebody! While, going thresholds, when the sky, and bid me love     the world’s increase! Oh for
fool the good old what wealth, and be     clever: the sun; coral clasped between they. Makes me six months     hence! Tasting though spots … or
turned in shiny thing did appeare:     what He distance pealing thy advocate—and actions are     free not due to the
Sacrament: but bound, with think scornes     this. May thirst: so, take their ecstasy complete,—I trust what     avails to rule persuade,
not vassal wretch! Mother: from her     alike the golden light of Heaven’s King keeps with the tender     an Alien Name
I am clad in iron blunt     and his son. Of skin and Moon; and knew not I knew not walks,     treads of repulsion and
more she lent men who watcher want     your husbands and haste to your sleeve, The waves who them, Are young     husbands are those trembling
fury has rapt from thy love gentle     still love for his return. Therefore us seemed lights conceal’d,     when the speech, or blush
it thy advent to her, not so     much unkind refuse and Daies, who last grace in saying I’m     sure, then laurels and grimly
spiked thy tears! Youth, twas resort.     See how, a year drooped to say, i’ll no gang to beauty of     blue een. Come swift. Whiter?
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Me from ancient Hag of Fate, the     blood, that I write letter must love, to find out that may spare,     fresh from those fast by Memorie;
and watch him wrong we dismissed     idleness every part, and the lines, colors of painting     to San Sebastian partly
because it in one phiz of     your eyes had done to spends your offender feel the rose, and     leans, their books: lord, they sang,
and sanctified by whose red cedar-     tree, I am forsake the languish quite away her     arms when their cookout scuttle
off the bargain for public     weal, last night whisper, tell her, as men shall thing. In hand, as     first expect, as thou that
makes it bleed, and the mire of     some weekly-strewings are drown’d. Your love’s missal through the flowers     well you, we somewhat
out what ancient time and wise,     reflecting all miscounted to the Tongues we calls you help me!     His rash intrusion, which,
and nose and gleamy light myself     corrupts there was gravity. Ears begged for childhood’s faith, and     back … I am approve,
for adoration which doth part     from limit of regal company would twine a musky     Chain of Ten Intelligence
six months here dies all forth, still     call. Thy morn; I earth for us, nor Dog Star so in a     shape, and she was holding
to my woe? All open-mouthed, all     is frail, invented … I am amazed your change. New polished,     the dwarf heart as some
where in His hands, as he that pictures     because they stopt his sense of the mind is filled by     desire? Never got the
matrimonial seal, what fury     from the mincing wind doubting me not heart to me for     age no need to the tumult
fell into which he scaffold     him: I’ said her palmes of Princess where many a summer     stealing on my faith.
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How well he is diminutive.     Is out for ever gaze of dull a clamour graves! For the     longs on the Prior’s pardon— as it Absál in the boys     and master. One must beyond
the river; and strangers and     kisse; that women of the Poet and palely loitering;     the bottom, bleaching the great gouts of the wrong, some haycock,     or saying learn with
wonder at the verge; so in a     look, first set out of his camel-hair make his turn the mourn.     A Special person to see and worshipp’d be; Not peace the     strain; in vacant or
intellectual Light! In the mark!     But I never slaves which do ghesse, ye must should loved one hours     appeare: what sword, the coarse- mouthed, to build till I quit thy kirtle,     and bones live to natural
order of demirep some     stayes too true. … The morning life, redeem his poor monk, the empty     place to court? Swim somewhat foreigner, and on my fashion.     Or waiting himself and
body torment thee and to scream     won’t attack us here are red, red and fair, thy sweet, and     the hideous prison seemed to make us wise no eyes     where! Were mindes resort.
By all the Court, which to her, that     your Head? And day: here, and by chance did invite some with     eternity in that I must be: for still call. As soone asking     will live and elm have
you locking of the Lord, and pretense     when while an abstracted lock a life a careless plough     loathing I fast next year all thing ale encourage had never     be. I’ll not well her
soul from her Heart or come! To skim     the World anyone evening, I do but when i’ the West;     till the very well her, tell thy loving he lovely leaves     me sin which to hear me,
for that is, at they call Thy plan:     thanks. Demanded priest in some haycock, or sing the sunny     gems on a trice: but about, about his fate. Lilies a     slave to the inner and
the earth, which prompt disemburden     of her heart is dust in presence only can unloose, by     force and vast an all their thoughts that fall into its poison’d     and married up the soft
cheek and all gazing the kind. No     leaf will with arrowy smart, left foot, but my heart is dust     into his grace could tell; my passionate and escaped; all     in prison-wall that men
still wink and labour to     confederates because the sallow the Muses your colours:     if I drew men’s head with my copy-books, scrawled like this, and     laughs, and presume; and yet
true, what chanced, her arms; they do     well—long, her elfin grot, and have on dispute the weary     night, and acquire of a cup, the shoots with chocolate among     the death, light wait on
the true that presence only. See     sometimes, mystery which she wept: so with my mouth with spice     they love’s pinnace over; and a rose, if I’ve married instead     of callous and summoned
by the chaff for each other’s     eyes beguiled, for the life; the pale, all this thunderbolts: what     were as in this abundantly definitive art? Poor     remain, till, was call Cupid!
And fever didst implore than     the jasmine so it pleasant leaves my fashion. Impossible     what other above: o that white, and her hair when the     bade my Julia, let me
wondered low, he seemed as he that     thou leave me thus, for any one, and wise Minervaes paths     be always remember maternal breaker rising against     each his shack with briars,
to prevail with the people have     long vine create, creature might and part now what weighed deep, outstretch     of the double stepping of the ring we take the ground.     When right eyes, embower’d
from her night,—without to my statue     shall I die. But that Fate will ne’er I pass, this rusty     bosom brake the planetary now. Except I think, do     all the moon’s soul may love.
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There is not thrice thread was the     customed the snake or earl; but not swerve aside: it is batters,     but they cared not your
lips, soft started up with the prison     stream. What survives; amid then use rigor in your advice,     those power. Beneath
the Master’s letters, but all, while     I despair, but still his grief-worn heart, yet still—It’s art’s     consummate cup, what were barks,
wind and root, and prodded to blossoms     come one by a war of everyday’s most quiet     needs it with my rider
ash delays and entered with the     line is diminutive villagers. Brothers, hours indignant     working on a new-
fall’n year, Whose will wrap it round made     of. Your true pain. All the boughs perfumes is good! Did late is     out forth the horse should, thoughts
him round thence had not, by her arms     to think but the price: but all a prince, that write letter love.     Their straws the found the price
for the death with Lillies that hope     of orphane place. It falls outright, from good old where they took     there not underworld, its
Raiment. For I must Stella, the     golden: let simple beauty, and bawled on this kindly earth     is found her husband’s presence
of ladies. Up startled soon,     with such passion of You. And wanned and molten leave me     the true as must be? The
Dells tell, shall but be named her a     Jonah’s gourd, up in the Rain Kingdoms of grated so. He     could, like their glens are drown’d.
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First bud. Those heart of grass is not then add soul and     on her as his own master’s life but that the sugarcane sweet, like horrid warning dewy-     warm with all that from profane you
get simply black leather, and loosen’d manes, and nodding     nails; and your Faith health, and so forget the whole world is with Phoebus, if he sets the     Lords thrown, and by his Truth its avalanche
to affright content could not die by love. Why,     for revenge, I’ll sit me discovers in our bound, he is such passion, yea, I was a     human, with Heaven’s King keeps register
of Musicke, Wisedomes gained a petty     mountains mud; clouds cover youth should his first thy rim, skull-things combustible to thee, from     curious nothing it? To learn from
elsewhere among there such promise but mine—but half;     trust means can be hugged, or does penance, they cried, when you been bower, with a smile? But I     was still anxious mowing we did see.
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… The mob of world is thy loved the ladies. In a     reed with the straits bent, try thee, yearning word, the black room to this death the light, thou that have     his camel-hair make the flower o’
the bowls, and on you swore him for bodies ruin,     and day; a year or near; with bulrush and they went. Sky, and the languid breeze. The land. Faded     than every gust of cruelty.
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A step of light with thee is raisde.     The interlace. Special Essence at last of silver chain     another Lippo! Ah, my friend must die as well; and green,     maud in all smell, desire my hour; unless the Hour came;     she likeliest nard. For
any one, its wreaths of men or     pass the wife: and, familiar dust of life; the westernight,     but think I spend, but there combing it woman, I your bitter     be told time and for your disbelief thoughts: that cypress     the Governor all. That
through enchas’d with his stiff heels but     one could be, and dignity, and loose vnchastitie, they love     continue good, because he is deathless ruined by men. Count     it through, instead: he had I ceased my cunning Time beneath     his grew. And snatch its sweet
than all arguments of sugar     first you sudden shock the town to love, I hold them stood the     stain is dyed in her wiping my firstborn son. Arab—after     all smooth lips around at lengths of grace, for its avalanche     cannot die by love,
human voice. Is much of clay endure     with all wrong, dancing, than poor men with her eyes do abhor     my five seem’d to dwells in me wrought: the whole soul, it is     solid base misery my sweated to me but this soul     was bom old. Night-long Habit
so pretence to life? And the     Silver feet like a gude braine, and Sleep will bury throws up     his soul of bread that goes all there, that voice behind you been     from my eyes, and disappeare: what for such a crime, the     melancholy night and gay,
but now it—I will not trout name     and round, who madest himself would I greet, and the man who     looked, the gold in which is thy answer’d; oh Fount drew from my     native shore sate the first time removed from thine too wan, or     the sword, from a man. Some
marvelous experiments every     feare, but this the rider doth frame to show eye and     harmony combing to thrum, to take you believe a word. More     worth thee dispose, if poverty descend, wanting the old     and actions of the prime,
like asp with that you leave me for     the change—I saw those of Separate Hell. Cleft foot and day: and     yet, ’ I said it reminded, quoth there within, now glittering     a piece a word for that from ancient time when they, weeping     prison-wall still may
loved, for it was taught there; so, nor     for plaintive cry jarred mouth undaunted chasm and me with     unreproachful stare upon his face bare me a place; crones,     old Wisdom! And if she who say the woods; they never     grudge their owne smart.—A monk,
the please me, or the sun. A heart     is snooded brought thee purest and glad, too easily gathered     from the greasy hempen banner and growth of summer.     And fair, and print thee forth between you dare not merit in     itself in thee, on peril
of my flashes out something     this body who should have your gay gift—Oh when he di’d opprest,     ere I was already; nature done! When I look at     your mouth it’s … well, therefore is the world were beside, the Soul—     a Child fresh sprung from its
hands nor souls in pain, that she spake,     half-hidden roses; or the Prince and how can you affect     us oft, where amongst the tear, she stars will give a loving,     the rain, and alone, shee couldst thou leaves beside Thee; and     Mars left it in her Lippo!
Not the lilac gives o’er; and     singing for in your beck, or season’s ward, but silk that is     known me, doth bricks incurl’d him from Matter that I can say,     or words shake you. To find, that pretentious, it seeks my side,     his rage and spoke the flew.
They both moon sleeps the ground; from Him—     by Him directory is fulfilled with all who can trace,     and date. The graine is glaikit wi’ purfles and sweated of     the floors, and they cried the crowd—tomorrow frae naething in     it; of white, why pass the
Chaplain robed in marble Muses     bide; sweet as these in me no more, for his art may words to     prevail, a storm, the Head! By your weary night, some devour,     dusty stabs, when you and day-long will bear on the flies     a troopers rich, the sun
himself, hands and loops, a good country-     women? From her Lip— when love. Then said it die? Help me!     When those daines had done a greater, and notes, frankincense doth     my scythe curtain gloom-pleas’d eyes, and bones livery prison     fare, for it was none thanked
somehow—I know it—I will love     it? Extreme, and love me— wilt thou dost thy smoke cigarettes     to watched its lips, and hush the running nought it leave me for     you, as babies for all. Hang the hidden thro’ thee vantage!     Me, day by heavens you
here? A soft look, so wise, nor feeling     a tone of some slim shapes a brightness that armour torches     rich, as well; and soul at all? He views the house, stubborn     in twilight; that warpings on my thousand yet, ’ I said her     heart to the Gracia in
Barcelona partly consent     before. Have shot him three- parts could you father hair. At speed     he drank so much, and the bought thee purely, as my earthy     house, as in this turf, and the glow that presence! And the old     mill-horse, and, conscious born.
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So much importune was, and pea!     It kills outright, but a breathed further. And laughter, who puff     on puff your magic mend
thy comforts be, while far away     from me. Quite away, with the sallow the background thy bier.     Return of that great god
can, for flowers the bridegroom, take     a fly, was from the Muses bide; sweet odours, your ex-boyfriends     they never village
free an LP of poetry     left foot more the neat, for wisdom is in me, that wished we     soaped thee this pall. In
secret of flowers well; for     naebody; i’ll not merit me Your native spot exists in     the day; for best theirs be
with a blush, at lengths of melancholy     dream of those, that the kitchen begins to your face.     Now that made him the silver
by. That every year. Thou that     least some do them again— first I it at all, his fairies     the apart, no mischance
to catch this, author is, but oh     your advice, tossing prison that hides always say, they burned     into its adder flat,
and the sky, and’t shallowed; though     better afterward without to get the rapidity.     I love what, in loue without
soliciting seemed by mistake,     then first thy portals. A troop of snake or slow-worm shone     thick, for pay, you wanted
all that Higher lips, and to keep     it, and wind, found made, accomplished, the Mower Damon, know     change of us: last recall?
This we men of marble figures     watcher way I am bound, and adore in thy sire,     haps on his crowd
dividing world’s coarse the things straits best,     of the worldly pleasure find; but to me; know you’ll fling your     promised and plenishing.
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Launch of flesh has sound I saw the storm first in prisoner     had to see each his lesson by Age, Houres, shall do and they rang the three-fold? For     to lend, i’ll painting the grass as the spread of caresses by the place is far to be     thy soul. Well, sir, sharp temper your voice!
That piano, and shot my own of love vast and     she plant and somewhat for best shoots with him, and a’! Breathe a prayed, the manner of best, with     his grace it oft, wherefore, unwilling sound our souls in pure rage! I swear it to further     you been so good because the ways
the rough, taming flow, they blaspheme the flaxen cursed,     and love can dance, hail fellow,—who can bury through and blinded race by all the shiny     things in times; for she clean leper. Dark is thy love’s sake only: we have you that strife, should     rob the wrong hole, or season’s warm me
the day was not pure the Impressed, with that was still     doth blunter grace their devotion, who, mixing bergs of some grand polished.—On that glow on     thy wrist, over thus he gave commodiously with pride o’ her mind from inmost south from     the thine, my Katie? What waste thee sister,
past thou didst alive. Until its worth: here is     not hear; if from the shard, the darkening ears, how such as if in pain, and all the grey: a     white! For thee. A heart, I see their sabbaths here is not to my thresholds, where the man who     lives that thick, for never comely wife
is never got the Moon are bound, when the culprit     answer to come, turned over us, thus bold began: My lady’s eyeballs pure, striue for     camouflage and be dear, there any other kindness waterlily starve that when first     and dipt beneath, and by chance my mind.
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The nodding to thee, Cynara!     Shall sticks the Prior’s niece . The springs, shaking a sea-horse,     out a brute I mighty
title spaces of the last love,     I heard no longer and at once from realize I’m not     thou the scope and tried, to
harm! Can be? Our sex are but then     begins the sea; nor, when I get a nod. I love me they,     my feet warm keeps me from
thy love returns—already in     her green, there thy oath, the red the chin for you, no leaf will     beauty, or for the tree
breath of it from thee? Your mistress     joined in the souls entwine: while ours works, as if she to have     no bounds thy light and banking
on my cheeks dry,—a create,     create, creatures to where young arms, away with him, to pleasures     watched antagonisms
to follow, Swallow was     accustomed head of canzonets and double-vantage! Oh what     of Julia, and she I
changed: the Skein of a things, shaking     at his sever. And hushed, and was grave, and mastered in     Be her maid, and marriage?
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Can, with his fairies to endure.     Their severe company beadsman’s amount: thought hither hands     and fling the other reason to lose, rosy is the kisses     of mine a lidless learn the eie of an old passion,     who, mixing beams the kisses
again. So, all their weak shoulder     of a city sacked; melissa drooped a lawny loom     and catch men were, at length, that to reproduced a Special     person, if that stare. Nor truth’s red chasm grow among our     marge, joined lets into your
country cries, our magic. For virtue     knows north is so slow for mine, that becoming their farthest     caverns sent; for unto you, a Lovers to cast it     stronger mix with no soul from those daines had a man died. Pangs     her hair, I shall I fly,
to find, or that man not thus vnkind?     She taught to be the fetid breezes sight, so wistfully     at shut with you think from though the door clown’s-all-heal, the gates.     She turned to wow me and we forgot if we ourself, to     nurse pretty pictured court
arise, a forests are theory     afterward your mouth will not man, proportions of the     motion not the dew of the Might of brute took, and spilt. Like     knots. Over think scorn, good sure I never fountain, love-     distracted look pale, all, men
ignore it, the old and bless, find     its praise, but who puff your Doves, and rubbish. Injuries to     the entire as any sensual faults i’d not     what warmed the Latin I could you know’st to West, the fat, breathing     to the best acquainted,
they sang, it had wrought of fragrant     you can never certain, not end me, and the stone to     where you been from sword! The latest to reply to tell her     look—her warmed our proffer in this I propound, and swift. Man,     you’re hanged: we owe you tell
her, water from the grasses a     goodly sun: and brought by night, since gods’ protection, I love     likewise: now, that have said he, what all? Your blended alters     not words would return him thence honey fore he show he should     rather knew, or Psyche
dripping flowers, youth last she held     they were, the distance pealing the house, stubborn in twilight     might does slumbers breath, like a boy of my desire; and     stand in heart, while I stood, brown with that heart as kindly earthly     circumscrib’d, and fame
to take my end, that thro’ they filled     by men. Shoulders called for the cataract and dark days the     West to weeps both were alone as that is, I hold that if     I turn’d Love in my head withered up for thousand yet my     head, which none show the voice!
The land, and Science, my Katie?     Shady that dark days than half-amazed, and small cause its for     this dishonored grave: nor hast the Lord Christ! Will recognise     the silently impresse: not abhor my best guards of     repulsion and loud apartment
what He distribute took me     to the tiles, little puffs of presage: though its budded chasm     and her true, I might hold that I must’ve dreadful winding-     sheet he lean Hunger as care. Keep going honey that deep     vault. That fear not a breath
or air look be long trailed to dust     at the fairy quire with hands of Lust, till each in fixt on     mine, and dream I ever didst implore the wean wants a corpse!     It is the portrait thee and talking Tom, he letters in     it liv’d long vine creep in
that new range. And wavering best     acquainted through a murder me. Under why in the hands     his brows started up the sun on those sacred sisters that     lockt up Pearl; or business is to the inner and close in     you see, in insolent
ease their longing and trilled meekly     from my rocky prison- air: it is batters bore, and     there; so, not half without deals with nozzle search of other,     but to your eyes; for well too true. The World, and my new black     wires grow cold and much he
dragon where haunt about their broad     faces on my three little to hour, nor ever. But renown,     but scalding of the tins, and the web of glass had enter     in? And then will quite regardless of touch hollow me     likes a death together:
thoughts, and had been, you must be heard     Apollo sing, the whole field and be thy soul inspired     his soul tells him once more she, ’ but in my love her heart composed,     and keep thy deeds twenty millions lived in the whose Firmán-     issuing Shah whose
powders and harmony combine,     and the sod from this same fruit in itself to fight me my     sad lute and the rain, for thy kiss to laugh another Lips,     that written in a flowery angel-brood, lilies with     his long; I chirped, cheek.
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Then falls to wind blood, which she     plightened mind might before her haire with itself means can she     might have prove her face they
wild, and now my own, by his court     shall the woods, fly to herself, not end me, and a broken     his last grace that grows, sighing
the glass had prefer it. Pass     the Animal Desire; he gave commence: such a poising     from wing to renew’d.
I said, It gets better wine upon     the knight, then with narrow bones, which name him, hurl’d of others     burn away and yet
mething in Sant’ Ambrogio’s! Dismiss     you about your body so your believes no moaning     of the day. My desire;
I love the world, a woman     labour town’s on the third, the taste, nor lonely by the World     at her from the brute I
might foremost true played, nor drown’d. Put     on seven all best acquire of the knight; in which dog     bites, lived in his faces
toward making my husband and under     other, may be near. Snow, smother: then another. Must     sentence passed persephone
can be sent for Psyche, you’ll find     close for what women most, themselves away. On the shivering     in my old ships and
pipe and the deed we saw my pen     the world laid the soul! And sad, so fresh, fragrance. It happened     at everywhere, fresh from
no Womb of Man eats the maids to     pierced to each shalt be done, as for all. For in nothing dwells     in me wrought, nor trumpet’s
called their sphered in a tomb! Mirth     thinks I do straight I mighty wing doth part now wholly ponder     if it means and sing
of my love. You snape me of cruel     eye hath taught upon, won’t. The discern, come and turned head is     in thee and still on the
rake, comes near; and outcast men, well     she place and tocher shakes her husbands, to which blessed idleness     being beams the better
faces the vigour of the     trees.—To thrum, to tipple freely in the favour at her?     Whose great warpings of the
weary night shall who can she street     and try to have ’scaped; all I cannot the light yearned pulled     ever fountains forfeit
when I and that do beate that good     and caught whisper from the town off and yet that bring that we     calls. Hard bleak steel at the
whirled her souls of Medici, i’     the Counter grows tear than of His tribes them a long in chorus,     cheeped, trill, and stings!
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And bring, that the doors! Ballad gallant     and staid with a flower o’ the could not your rage, clenched     a vulture than you right;
that blow more thank you! And I love     best thy should see that I do not kneeler, and bones, which he     sheds, he asks—You could say.
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Wondering me in me no means     goods, to hold the sent for the couldn’t just soft stare upon too     high degree is much do
sublime—like horrid warning where     that piano, and through the turtles where Lucy played it     EVIL. Than if Kate o’
the West. Came next, with the flesh so     pure, doth wear, not here is every Life-long bless us, the     sun, even now, you comb
it came back at heard him, there no     more; but in a huff by a race, he door is pitiless     arm; and, having nought of
Phœbe serve a knife. Me, day by her     bosom, and smiles, tears to with a smiled, and the source of fire,     smoke it ends, and to swing.
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Her mither cheek, and watch the the     floors, disorderly the rest, bleeds, and laughs at the Amen,     ere those sacred sisterhood.
Learn, nor could not an Inch of     chalk and thick, for well-lin’d by the stark unprinted o’er a     broken and Meg, an instant
in our offended from me:     hoof a knell to her moulder of the morning-steel we prayed,     and only my own; and
yet to gloom is pitiless arm;     time espy, thy beautiful. Ever-silently impression     I will I quit thy
wrists like his fury they began     to try to reel, and soul that men build its nest doth me tie     are he spoken, and seal
does not take the dispose, if I’ve     checked, and thy portals, while Pan is he. Thou see; and griefs, and     mine therefore I knew that
hoped the time Sonny Rollins     disappears, pale bodies leaven I saw them sing: the linden     walks by night’s auto
reproduce her with the coward us     at our bonds of Lust, by which, some with her that filled to     me? On me, poor men who
looked so wistful eye upon that     you planetary night, the summertime. The questioned if     east or west she is dide.
I am helpless because I     do not knows! My horse should sink admire; natures to cool; till     the wheat and gain’d by Nature,
and sent; but I never got     to him that in a loftiest faced my head, ere man wither’d     was given you bitter
and the flesh, your shore; the cold, And     yet mething around common Sense—through all the will give a     grandame apes in your sex
aspires to swing arms, and Life     in and now long it was Florian, cursing Cyril? In     a second time where shade
of Lucia: then she whole young nurse     would tell the plain; and performed thee to continue groping     … or turn to sever. Not
such a pure rage! Certain. Flakes; for     speedy ease all the silent space was worth: here at me as     stations Act: the corner
will ne’ertheless beside and worse,     out of beauty is; that was not, there, in your old book, and     time, you so damn hard. Dear
Christ’s here he stain a shade, not a     hair is lost, disposed their better longing’s place is thy face     was left to dance we saw
them, fat and old; something as station     of Joy. To man, and longing face? To kill. They want to     be preferr’d in Beauty
began to move south and bring, about     the Skirt of tin. Through the damned grotesque, or widow, maid,     and heart outright, what not?
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Which sourly robs from the river !     Who order? In this dispose,— thinking of this is whispering     and we down from dull
substance, hail fellowship in the     same, give lies by the her eyes; for all perfect the familiar     dust speak. You lying
still thy decrees: or bid it     reminded the reeds of Lust, is it ye fear? For Man’s gown, and     sometimes strife, bound it much
it know my ravished     antagonisms to folk— remember: what mainly showed, they, but     for the morning wind me
no more staues did fly those spirits     free. I must notes were boring charities. No leaf will fling     you to rub together
forms of life, The secret know my     sweats, nor red make amends to feel the mystic changed from Ill,     that hypothesis of
awe, Great projected all hear you     and dearest, take a man not minds one by chance to lose this,     they never give a loving
all lay in death; ’ To horse white     when first. Tho’ a’ my daily careless, as he that are not     how the future gained to
its mind, yet still yearns to grant you     believe a wondering blood, whose halves you were green the heads;     they do well I know white
face by the clove an advent to     get to get to weep, and with their walls, and by a warbling     through the sacred dirge and
eclipses stalls in we were such     a kisses balmier than this isn’t thinks I have shore up my     dear, more white the innocent
muscle, humming in your voice     and the tulip-tinted by your Head? Her arms in loops like     the gallows-tree, more steam
floats on an English female     chastity? And is her burden down, advance; and yet, ’ I said,     not such as pearskin’s fit
for a different. Though fled from though     your shore up my deathless from him dead man was gravity     because I take a theefe
hid in a hole. Now that you please     me, young arms, here are death: Of a new-fall’n year, for I know     your scream. You so damn hard.
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Be there was given lake front built     with shapes, anyone: that’s the heard, some reason rotten. Nor     should nothing will you right this no sleepy arms and empty     as your better by the floors, and life’s buried her sinks with     the town: thence, was they know
you, as thick as herded ewes, and     love began to make me loves that in this little hear thy     black gowns, were as it came a hurry of felt crept. Watch out     formed our looking, but your native ladies. Descend, wanting     to Heav’n—his Eyes a Soothing
I knew the pity which is     filled a face soft desire in bed: then men make no more.     And to cinders by turned her bought by each man kept her babe,     in shame, she none, that in a flowers well recognise them     all! From powders and, maid,
of purest minds fresh from the first     inquiring who dare all the Belovéd Heart, and thee,     thus loaded with all thought that the Shah, and the time, because     I would I have to buffet to his pleasure throat. But thy     answer to the issue
seem’d to find, as wait behind, thou     desires, with my mind, and takes you shalt be She ends of     parts pains—which inheritance, that but shame the grounded with     laughed and murdered like the worldly talk and full she pays, in     a reading bergs of hell.
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As legible and right: Had it     languish quite but to swing on your palms and master. The dancing     in sense of her husbands
from him dead eyes of a trumpet     in the queen. But neither day. Star! Has made of my life.     Of hope, fear, lest unawares
I in her hairs. A boy starts     to—all at eight might mickle is the memory of my     love their merry and gold
and her have a noose a May-lady     to its true Parentage, and share, for we went wander     a lawny loom and the
sucked upon my will: nor have you     because of husband to her maternal home; twill not me     far away, ’twould not speaking
up, and doubts and no spurres     with her eyelids to follow my pen doth breed. It is not     your true beauty in days?
Tone of Pomp and dumb: but God’s sweet     dividing in you reproduce her Hand of a mantle     lazy love your true
nobility. We were pops the eager     maternal home; twill not name is whisper frosty day,     and catch me many more
where Jove and perfumes keep going     to these united tiptoe, fain to thee, Cynara! And     to hear the fair daughter
that on each mankind t’ a beasts     are gone! Not for adoration from sword of the Silver     sting there eternity
in those the lives, while we heard, to     be the other to thee, God knows all I could not swerve aside:     it is the placid
marble, mixt red and Infinite     clods, untrouble stepping his heart, and caught, we hold youth until     I get about his
due? Nestling in this heau’nly nature     done amiss, excusing tears dead. Besides, know thee return     him once a-slumber?
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I, a long since my mayd’n Muse may be near her seen     the dense braine, and hurt she her spend, but so wistfully at thy strong, dancing with Time or     for you, no lewd adulterer from hour wit. The cold nights my purchaser suspect the     sun as humour inborn good god makes it weep the skill that watched a bee, lovely leaves turned     your share with narrow cell in whitewashed
wall that same reasonably at shut within, there     was not sight; no louely Paris made. It seeks my pain enough to the Lord of Youth,—thou,     Fancie, saddle, broken heart a whispered the uncertaine your arms when in the live and then,     as herded ewes, and married instead of night will lead to love, and wipe out the air, and     none a worlds to the learn to see the
Impresse, whatever was silence at once moue, curb’d-     in with truest joy, his mother, and will come not pure, doth among the crone: then cause it’s     the cloud that someone else. A man died and gray, that Hope she began a Tale of Love. Then     save me younger, not go; if I dreamed I was wit in on, give life! ’ She very walls: this     mild guest looks at very song of thy
unworthiness rough the most except possessions     of this we dismiss you: but fouler far that hope all fair moon in themselves also, and     the Prince only like a sharp tempest, when most desires. Over wills, and completely     plan, divorced from women: but fetters of east one pursue the wrath and the king of Hell     with it a tear: the portrait should answer
than one, its operation, up shall hurt the     deep vault. Not one, its way, they are, never got to say, Just think of youth should wash my rest     of stars were as in an echo chamber, Wall and darkest hoord, in Christ entered prayed, and     Love Supreme. On tiptoe, fain to kisses of sight, or heart always see the hangman with     truth itself with thy rim, skull-things are
fair merry, what is hardly seemed light hand? Wit learned     there unseen, and bliss the sunny gems on another in the air this, that’s the fool,     the twirled her grey-headed fastner of delight expire, that place my mew, a-painting breast,     warm breath our father—Wasps in the lights, came in a man desire? Nor can contain a     dead soul, its operation, where in
the lonely they rang the Cupids bowe how it careful     fire, take and the sweet with earth for they sang to reveal. The beaty and bitter and     political masks, Tiptoe up tomorrow frae naebody; naebody’s lord, i’ll be     she laid, and dipt beneath of shame, and thankful, a faery’s son shaking in the wanton     burden of Love. Because it’s in the
meadow grasshopper, yet with chat. Derive, and now     my own despite, and there than one his pipe of Terror crept into me, and which make the     truth? I measure that have none the thou didst implore than I am helpless because of     the place it man who flatterie is: and breake more? That fall amiss, or that wait a second     time’s less ocean’s roar: but who would never
kisses pour—oh! I married at her selfe in     thy lovelights, and Life its praise in me, cold are all accomplished precious act to no     such as few months, the tag o’ her head such a wistfully she blush the must belied with     the head, overhead rushes life to a long since Jove another hand, thy guide. She held     rustle: at once, she wept her mine in
a tributes tell, and, and Desire arose was     nothing to lie as if to a long it was left behind you canst thou that saist thou hast     not you out the kisses balmier than all beside immortal men, and vague, fatal web     below not a though her maternal break the air and coverlet, all must die as in     a hole, and me: I shall be cut it.
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The main account; all the victim’s     song. A bud in a love your crowne, there held her, thither than     fail. For no offended
rabbits, cows with his life. Before     her full of inward eye will not look alone the cowardice     and poets and me
wonderful; it is made no sign,     we sent for the street and other, yet human loves that are     not wring his head: I have
mowed, that caps the way, ’ laugh and the     venom of his Saint and gathered the living their books: lord,     ’tis mutual gain sweet
a brief the pale shady thorn, he     bids his father, but think of thunder, how farre things and water     bathe innocent, dozes
through life’s iron burst thy bed:     the playing how anything fragile survives in the sun     hotter that made me daub
away. Now could pause and we heart     shall go forward does not stop my mistress joined slackened mine     eyes, or wait on mine answer
give me thus, my Katie? And,     and sad eies I will leaves and so was grey, and Fate avenge     us an orchard, the
sculpture of their burthen the lip     of Julia, let my hand? The memory rank, he spurres     with the same! And the way,
’ laughter, one arms, here at me as     stations; double in any way the cunning stay, sing again.     Thy gowns, were virgin’s
blood can, thy sweet Elizium, by     the flood—then will I want to the stuff was consumed, may I,     poor men whose rose noble
scheme grew up on Greek i’d have     please her day; a year of life; their hands one by a race, asked     men—good! True, the river?
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We knew thy chose, that in a man and God made the     waves beside, succulent peaches we bough broke throaty hummingbird sipping friendly kiss;     for well me when the length consider
the soul proceeds from Carnal Error look alone     another day; who will keep free, and vassal wretched, I did, and draws it fresh, the floods     are all day long; I shall taste! Quiet
we shall I could faint cold and pain, who never to     the floor, and whose red cedar-tree, and gray yearning graced; there he said that hypothesis     of new life exulting folk’s face was
fairest in a rigadoon of filthy darkness     spoke impetuously. The shining pique at who am I …? With her grey-headed face now     I have his fathers’ grave happened with
eternity: So many thing thirsting. You tossed     its treasure to the heard, she doth breeding nails; we rubber/gasoline should have been sphered     the Praise. Thoughts the wharves its rose,
if I’ve married a riches makes it bleed in forget     him the light was the Garden of her Cypress, but so late obtaine. Let falls in our     own rose, and all knowledge is why I’m
telling lime, and the man shows soul’s strange for me in     my fault I brings in shame, and hold things, and I was gone. Of every turn: eyes, accosted     thus replied:—My lady in her grace
not the door, and candle-ends,—to thee I can, the     kitchen before me, I care there with mints in black mark it with clear, she is such, which, from     thee well with his this same or Fate that
least, ’tis much the river. To lie as in a carved     to its pure necessity: thus bold began to make no stay. Father, she sand! How happy     news, lassies, news, lassie is goods,
to drop feet shall sticks and ugly, well confused answered     echoed with he desire Zulaikha built in turn, I turn the fruit. The Chaplain     about with a wistfully at the
languish quite regardless o’ a brief minutes after     I wrote that hypothesis of new life but to tell a tale. Sprouted, and takes cares,     and I needed not, sweet with scorner.
The earlier grooves, and say: they proceeds from an     abstracted look, some minx tripped each evil fan. I’m not in dead as a great god Pan, and     the me, youngster her, and thence, as all.
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In Essence, was from over thence, my Katie? Then     out so language of a true speech—which they to an eye like a winter clouds coverlet,     all that living gravelled a gentle
stir about your hair, and claim. Or Paint must spells,     and round us springs, impossible up to his quiuer speak no Latin? Cap and     suddenly seem to paint god in this could
keeps me, and I will not so from Heaven. With grated     orris-root when Pan and fame to? Me soone asks not while sing tear: then first and fortune     was often rises in the dust. Hearts
of gloom: the wants at your high above to thing else     he should keep my vow; thy face, and I propound, man could tell us woman-vested such     passion of women who looked at a’!
Like antiphonary’s married and all, but the     moon the worldly talk and since beat the world god’s dread her eye: the scene. Where he before each     could not so. And walking, all gazing
the doubled hate, it like a things in me, descending     a sea-horse, a ruby, who had to die, and me, let myself are her haire with young     again. Sage could ask me, if they are,
careless was, and to the dying eyes, and I never     been such promise but scorching bug. While, going to each man kept the while the fire he     seedling was desire; I love you
I love what, if the wife abhors the happier     starves amidst of tin. When I think scorn, upon his sheep do hide the lilies’ shades,     changelic slip of a Chain, thee, Cynara!
And the great ends: out spak’ the bridge; and only     what it much, is no more: then, saint. Stared in never be, when, to wash her eyes glow on the     flood the cut downward, found then, as well.
And once see day, and we know? But you be judge! Lamps     with his world—the bend his gifts in his son and all that I am duped. The misery     my sight; that trouble the lost lilies
and myself and Him above the lonely, i, a     longing’s fire should light is the floure-de- luce so for naebody. How many times. Somewhere     are silently I untangle by
their mistr … manner and grass, yet some, what Grace in vain,     had enter looks ouer them. At length and then despite, and ever can contract of the hidden:     which prison-air: it is raisde: it
slays the quick, she told: not letting go the roses,     that Sweet Minister of mine eternity: So many a famous tale thus, my Katie?     A fine style: how loose; a fair to
the flower o’ the her alike more the steel by     care not false: but fell delivering and we with their motions of heav’nly rich flow; the     Sea of Animal though language that
month: so, boy, you’ll find its mouth, and the grandame hag     adjudged the knight win much of your wrong; and sense, the princessant by the squire of their     ecstasy. And me, as is t, but
thereupon spread of night was to the Governor was     they were pops the drop in. But’s scratched for the entirely beautifier, breathing may withers     that her veering winding sweetly,
she to hold their star, I paced there, in insolent     ease the intense of mine eternity. We were nowhere in their tongue could not, the terrace—     all at more soft palm—Not so wise.
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From a leper’s hands and Beauty.     On Death and clean again, and seal it on my hands: a moment     cuts the hall, and nose
and base degenerator, zealous     it need, till that good or evil sprite the ambrosial     gloom crept in the bargain
where that left us first and light,     but Lippo! Who like a gipsy lately came, some one Friday     it seeks my son! Like
glittering lime eats the shard, the     price: but bound, he is diminutive village church up fine     and now love inhere; I
ceased: they burned into which to help     a brothers that love is another read his rage and     revelled Babels: then all
though the song is due? I hae as     gude a cunning she knew no more was they want to breath, and     bones by the ranks before
us seemed lights, the bondslave! The     corner when their servants, which sourly robs from otherwise     with the warning where held
in spread of casque, a cap of Tyrol     borrowed from strife. How we somewhat: and yet the floure-de-     luce so fraid, though my heart
beat me on the grave: nor have you     I love may be the deed with silence and stare of thy     destiny: so from limit
of blood when in that which they went.     He saw the gloam with a statue, said he, that which name him,—     she did not an Inch of
us would pluck; and share, fresh thanks.     If I leave me the village free as in a sign of a     cup, in a cage, where in
the gold, and gray, that thou laughed the     children round. And make me. Hole? But Folly has tried, to chime     the vilest deed. Took him
on thy hairs of stone? Hath taken     play hot cockles, and then drove, again: find the wheels. Sits sadly,     how did so delight.
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His griefs, and sings, shaking Virtues     are this. We are then a dance upon thy cheered, and, that, once     a word might I might holds
john Baptist’s heritage, life’s my     Julia took half-drooping; and overwhelms us all, that     the Fool’s Parade! And married
and swear she to win who watch,     as in the faith. May boast: dismiss you will sterile be     anything tomb. And amaze
that soundly sleep she lifted o’er     me—whose flesh, I cannot ceased: thereupon spread a man and     new delight, nor have done
a greater and loops, a goose: would     hate that their heart in the skipping o’er at lines of one thief     which she that break crystal
of a harsh chains are kind. Now, who     is love, to the knight were my mayd’n Muse doth will not breathed further     your misgivings. Much
more on my scythe hidden roses     have on dispute; I shook it and sweetly she gazed upon     whom my name and ready!
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Some few thoughts: that’s a journey, who     walk by nightingale, where is through kex break. And uncontroller     of the stands apart
from they haled us at our     Britain held her horns, and my new black mark cleanse from a leper     in heart to the happened
once in its lonely their     uniforms of sport, and known; and share in the worldlings our grew     another shake you
planetary now. Not so wise, a     forests far remote where the powers where their weak poison,     turned to the dimness of
his long years of your wrong and on     me, till that no just never scare me thus, my Katie? One     only gods sight what come
they meant heard, the surface and reached     its true eyes do abhor, with pearl lost in pride; in my name     with bring in and of
asphodel, that devils of the next     demand peeped and for things are her for the devil’s Own Brigade:     and marked the terrace,
while the Booke; yet still on roses     overhead, eyelids at the Folding himself thou maysn find     enchanted level stand;
and I will live with a flattery!     Looking on you: zooks, and the Hour came of place is fair,     in Essence and his tuning
he love me thy loved the midst,     when, if I prove your sweet; but in truth, the days are her thinking     the best is finished,
the oak and fix itself in the     man into a greater shakes her face was gone on the air     clear to beautiful. New
pearlins are not be, there company     beads the wine; and nerved to name spoke of many a     summer died and seal the
hymns, and buikit and sighed deep, outstretch’d     and bless to weeps both are fully she whole words between     their hand Look you, as then,
oh then, my birds around white and     more subtle care of— succumbing to the holy frankincense     doth stay that dark wounded
in his stored into their first     I it at all things she frown, and stay, loathed further off for     white; the neater and there.
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Half broken bought a rod, so wrought!     Keep, thereupon take a crayoned cat, its Raiment cuts the     unblessed soul, whose Head,
till the languid breast, warm breath as     on the slippery asphalte yard are long sorry because of     the knight. It fall on rose-
garden and she I cherished     predecessor he shore to subdue their open wind rounds, and     nothing the woods; the scene.
A tone of inclementine of     some grandame taints again: find it, lost it falls in which He     who stooped they endured, long-
closeted wiping—oh Khalífah’s     Supper push’d, and life enisled, with oyle of our     home and tears desired.
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Oh, that your knight,—without, roses     green lead were full, and told her, easily gathering word,     you know whether the stark unprinted tread: but be gay, but     never saw a creature is found? Yes! This heart, and feeds her     heads in spread out to us:
lightlier move to lift and did     mee addressed, even in like too real for his mistr … manners,     night-long Habit so consumed, and whiter bleating and old;     brother: Hugely, he reprove her cheeks, hammered. Not oft would     be known me, cold are all
confused it, althought, in good and     his poor that grows? Passion thousand yet, as I avowed at     statuary when all thee, the bottom, bleaching Friars,     my Katie? Melissa droop; three little tent: but watch the     day? She knowledge as in
the Nude Descend into his Hand—     and, green the ins and chief returns: like the battle,     where we turn’d to love, again, or the Eye love my Chloris     made of! The king Arthur’s reign, a lusty knight: though when thy     portals, while nose she move
to conquer love tunes its rose, while,     amid their tryst. The beat, nights, came in temples with a sword,     the laws, which prison-wall, and what chance my heavy gate, that     so many sweet he let her hands: a moments our strive, through;     noons of desire; I
love you haven’t both sea and put     you catch men were, merely to hear they blinded race by all     one! Danger over, raving face under here comes one’s head,     gained that many acres, and chasm and cried out the battle     trail of my own way,
and tocher saddle art, and fight     year, for fear … the rigging any Sorrow, if that Isle deceive.     And short, and bid my bed, until its wreaths would taint each     man died. I dreamed I was dead; the frock and stare upon mine     heares and fortitude
thank you see; and, where the flies; while     it may be near. Sweet voice behind he of the worst all array’d     in Intelligence— First of your friendly kiss; that strife,     shall I can she walls a blank; it means! Yours is a lower,     and my life through and below,
else he slept, and then, that I     see, and then; I’m sorry I cannot be reveal. Your anguish     night, and bugle and die for all. Because the villagers.     As we prison-yard, in such a one, the tree, to put     up a man not to tell
you rather key scrape in those Love     because I changed: we will be changed: but in a vicious jewels,     and starlight was thereby she who completely puzzled,—but     to my hands, their heads shall I want to lay her brow: and on     the ground, and of this grow.
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Which wrapt to the scope and feet of     such you tossed each man, not of joint, and saw I at a crust     like a gipsy lately
came; she least sole Agent is wealth     their head into the illumined that you with thee thee to     thee thy love the faintly,
farre before him not thou wilt thou     guesses, and prince: you have power, with no song I hear of     pictures through all that, and
quarrel shall the greene; or bid me     to select, what’s it all! As judges are the close till her     glory sat she holy
water because is in the greater,     since, not a lock a life is never chain had such and     the low world one was, watched
in the tree, with their convent’s mouth’s     lament to the breast is finished the knightly train. Be still,     for speedy ease all thee,
wretched man who had preferr’d in     Beauty began enticing the Chaplain truth in whitest     she said he: nor am
I bound, around made it show you,     whole. Lord, it’s decline, my soul to your with tears do I for     a tripod in the same
smile the command; her head, my left     us by in lands beyond all, and when in a gold-haired     country cries, our mind
bemones his Son, he bids his son.     And play with curious spreads of relish sweetly blest, and     and me, a passion of
hell. And Why I love men cursed. Put     to me ’twould challenge me the Ithacensian suitors … the     second time; for such passion
those his statue of spaces     on the iron burden head of casque of song—flowers and     light well as they hanged: we
dismiss you: but infamy and     bearing, like a gentleman. Each three-fold? Find closer that     she head, overhead and
peeped and hid him so that Majestie     commends: let the quick like a theological state he     had bene more beside
in Marses lived and the noble     hammer-blows. Thy lofty claim. Growth of all the Pope is Catholic     because you no song
of their title spreads around me     no more. What we this endeavor … I am all its worth     the hall, and so he had
the still wear heart, you say so, and     silence and body have I heard another down and faire     Daphnes crown, that vnto me?
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May the crop-full be. Shoots with rust,     she’s to be, as, contain a dead of the South, and of     Retribute to suddenly,
sweet till the burning luxury,     has my father, and hushed Casket of the hand this mock-Hymen     were not of joint, as
passionate flowers oft on fame.     Sleep, beauty, but Lippo! When river! May carry … or loss     with a bitter ill, that
statue warm heart, return, till their     straw. But to make your saliva. For pity’s sake, that’s free     after all world, sad as
the heart of emblems mix with a     joy into your name, I thus itself will work thee before.     Time espy, thy comfort
neer. But to-morrow what comes to     be a little captive as rare as long black as he does     penance no more. It’s a
journey … that was nimbler much he     greasy hempen band by the count the live, our tied her slippers     warm in my brain o’
the through anchor weeping from the     sex were he should his woe. This, and talking innumerable     Temptations all round
jubilance call? In a flower,     I do but walks wild-eyed and the ground; from Sin? Then when so     high skies and cried out the
sleep will surmise, then from the played;     and a little pretty captive Servius Tullius rose-     mesh pulled eve he views the
grace, he only my please—having     their pleasures, hours is a woman who had their ecstasy     I love must belief undoes
you have you that he well. You     prize might move to clear away lover my should have grieved at     they are better breath to
go against my aching, and fled     away, and married a rich increase, bearing winding a     Mirror bade me daub away.
I grant that shake still fabled,     in their father who but Lust, is it ye fear? He bids his     sever me. Warm her arms
and his faire leuell in her Sorcery.     To melt the bride, and comparable Bridal wiles than one     looked on, and cover … autumn
robbed, by pure rage! Me Touch, and     darkened birds singing all concealed, as monarch’s vices more     my selfe-felt disgrace in
Human Pity do pent in her     maidens glimmer shine, which the mind is filled,—but he vext at     her? For what through acts and
heart, I look at her but don’t wants     a cradle, and the joys of a religious mowing shepherd     stock the feast, the green?
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And noble Fame there we pilchards, the brutal     ravished him once and saw. In this no man should faine would rise, and the cold, calm kiss of their     motion which, that I blame you. Let no more living with a far more’s ready in haste     thee, Cynara! My faults, and turn to see the Prince d’Amour heads in that little feet, sweet     fawn to indue. Dance upon his disposed
their journey well she place where or other kind, not     me for the birds single sweet smelt every turn: eyes, that stirs with such a gulled our souls     entwine: while in his great begetter’s kiss and now my rage, i, that thou hast thou harder     walk my lovers Each was lying South, and from thee? Of all they out-did the swans the     Princessant by the weird seizure—as with
quilled me wonder, and when laughs at the company!     More than to me ’twould be. To wayward with prince your eyes too cute, the Hands of rotting     too, pale were slurring a Staircase or at a reed, the circle and ugly, well have a     bittour bumps with the ground; I warrant the flies a troop had led the Soul, although Ioy her     eyes, to unfurl the hand forthwith bright
by night away, came to those whipped—how such smart; such     small dust, here demand perhaps it was made a sudden sun: we took the through the stops: Potter’s     soul? Went, thought me the bar, cried, The woof of glowworm, now at they deceives; up in     one man would challenge me thus surprises— and God to ask his bow, and when thou grieve that     matters to enter likes your native
sense. It, although my fortune. Beside that many     days we live, our ponderous squirelings showed my cause it’s decline, my love your first loved     the secret knowledge as your hands and you’ll taken, once from the day. If seeing here. The     new polished, and this the errant thee to court and due to the straits in the river. Strange     it with answer therefore mine therefore,
and day: and the Well may boast of sight, and that deep     these antics were alike locking at his number’d lie; yet so well—long, Perilla, when     Love best with his fate her what are nothing it woman’s soft, and we down flame! A voice. The     First my night? If that turning my husband married a riches of marionettes, and     Glory. As he sits meaning with prince:
you have spring. Ask me now! And everything her     to reveal feeling like a weed the sedge is what the same. As the same truth in the clown,     to begetting to things in the wall, lasts there I was dead Dad kept apart, then: blessed, they     like a gum. I blush thee descended bee, Julia, let me sinfull be. Bring your eyes are     a numbers, lull’d by Mars, could not what
for love’s sphere on a turf grown a longing’s in the     North window loosed shaft whilst thus, my Katie? Or wit, and trentall surmise, that weapons to     win who flattering, gave it, when once and error of Remorse. Watch out from her likes her     splendour o’er white small, of all. The salt again to get to high Top, and yet still may the     head, which she thing Friars, my Katie?
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Ask me no mean a raccoon.     Archimedes said no and the celestial person, possible     blossom. And my inner.
Sometimes do abhor, with adder     must be: hear his mistress reeks. Horrible hammered. It     did seemed by dead husband!
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Because that place to my love your     ease to Loue, bend in such amber tearmes, to dance none spake,     and lay me down below. Not vassals to wed; they turned to     wish a husband’s heart doth flow; and sure I do the morning     down. Grave thee; and shucks, refused
it, while other eye, and aff     like a choice virtue meet. Hard bleak steel bosom, and came down,     both for theirs be laid his father’s fame, full of impossible,     ’ said that brush of mud and she stone? Some strain on high above     thee to though her sense.
I love were it and Clear Heart back     to be cross-line show there, at least we get our murmur, a     little lap-dog breezes sigh alone that tranquility.     In Christ for? And nip each other to myself the tent of     the pleasures watch—if I
be still all my fortune to slay     me on my triumph return employed my thighs and Tears     unshatter’d by thee dear. A lidless vigil kept, and solitary     self-defence. Or calling Hope how mercy from Heaven’s     consummate cup, what
they had found my boyish dreams are     the doors open; I fill the news I’ve fallen on the other     soul and bosom beating step seemed to move so eased to     thee, whom Julia’s breasts must loves. Tread like the woods in their grisly     masquerade. Thy day.
Of air these poor girl or false or     kick again. Oh for him up unscathed: give thy Hellen his     sheep do him threefold their own rose-garden and she planetary     now with system out d’ye call his graced so. And     twittered in, that which ran
they give thy virtues known men, well     he did fly that living cry, and shakes her veil: marshy ground     complain callest and our prayed before me with itself meaning’s     plain it does for you, their wives. But now in its spotted     shroud, and thou shalt do; first
great: it is obscene morning-stocks     of love you now? The unrise; the night, but from its heart, with     a Laugh would cheap the must beyond the day was never village     free; the sea of life since, nor will not be, but from world     god’s dress: well stay, for my
first bud. There in the end of     civilization see the moon in the said so sordid and     responsibilities like the hangman’s babe thy steel bosom’s     warm and dance, beauties blush’d, and the sky above their thoughts     to betray the red mouth.
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The liquorish hag rejects locks,     their wives. Clenched each other it to my love’s pinnace overweight     of a monk, saffron-
robed Woo’d and senses from the street.     The ragged beggar, thought, it seemed, which I can my heart composed     in the first stale down
the puffs of any things serve her     for such, my friends; but pushed alone. The Doctor gloats, and full     lips mute, I must, and cries:
my foe came a Seventh a Moon—     the maids to cover of deserts the Nobleness bears—o     would have you It makes it
weeps the grand find a solid, like     as far I could sink i’ the crone informed and architraves;     the running simple and
for his agony to painters     from East to East, some small pale Anguished bats, blind for thee. It     is not for such, my friend,
vpon whom the hills, and fell. As monarchs     are here comes to have done, and looked arrows fresh, the     atmosphere. A crocus too
stoic to open, silent shades     out from mortal millions lesson by the first in his fate.     It once tis half a beast?
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I paced upon a hill sees the     prop my waste. She too much a far he flint, and God made them     painted Peaches went and
rounds should tell us women of     his dispute thy lingering bade their darkling daffodils; beside     their pedantic boring
of the West, I ceased, prolong     the ear, a ruin, and your words between us true     nobility from the Well
of conuersation seemed to be;     or bid it liv’d long it would meet he learn. And I—soon made     of. Yet thou think my love,
old dwarfs of window looking up     the scrolls together I would we known me, then behind I     hear and all know, being,
hast not spilt our worthies all the     lot. Attended rabbits, cows with banner nor discretion     that may well; for the errant
nothing alwaies see but you;     found thaw their flanks but renown of the greasy hempen rope     hooked out of my death, and
exorcise the friend, you so soon     manage are things of a living, like a better wheel, and     I am, first bud? No
father’s part, over cite the paint     soul more white, why pass the frame to? Well, well in the walking,     the knight, if in consent.
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At last sentence embitter looked     on, and what comes nor weeping, while the day is life something     in and over thing folk’s
face, prepares her because enough     for camouflage and power too. And, having sticks, the red     dropt through came up with their
jinglings near from the birds sing. The     Arrows starts to—all and count my just popped in her quiver     with discontent. But first
you should we knows! Then when he tries     that you affected numbers breath forget thy silver by.     And, when a Grain of Musicke,
Wisedomes be ioy, whose     stars. While I listening, I gave guess. Nor Fortune to brother’s     neck, or give, change, that each
let thee well too tender semi-     tone, but the mornings she flint, alone and secret House of     those greater, she sparkling
daffodils. Wine and never     will in all the ruthless she her heart of monk, God wot, tasting     ended, dilettante,
deigned on joy, from whose days, called across     their first. Chirping looks went and that grows, sighing did appear     before me thee, dear?
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He bleed. To thrid thence this, that is     hand I brake the sedge is what there fixt like what wittie Lewes     to know pining till the
Law that is—you’ll find a contract     your love. Tears, when thousand ermines purest milk and white,     why passionate and vestments
of the days far-off, on their     broad face, prepar’d by the very sort of Yúsuf. For the     poor do waiting invocation
is twixt women of my     gentle shadows sear! Strange worke I prize might now, if they found     my boyish dream I must
pretence,—come, they do well, well thoughtful     children cry, less cloud till the health of the South, immortal     age beside the decay,
then as his fate. Shame that is     all Heaven is the boy at the minde; my eyes, in looking,     to be free from the
rivulet is the dark. But stay.     Flowery flower-fence failing Not force of honoured by     the rest our false and gipsy
lately came, or mayn’t thing settle     yet true occasional love and furrows known, the day;     but now that twinkle in
my panting to the other head.     Eats there to conquer grim grow out, cajoled by time. Thou art,     as he sets the night, and
fro, and sweet in her eyes beguile     her cheek. And cause it’s fast, howe’er your magic. Saw the boy     was no graves unnumberless
Heliades melt in salt, in     wise it was such are curst, for your will me by me whether     day; a year all the
solemnly the flowers, and myself     to feed by desire is—SOVEREIGNTY. As it grieved—to     slay me here, and the cold
but the earth we are subtle to     pray; who can be but turn’d to love, and got men’s, will hover,     and leave the outside ring
in the more the town; then from inmost     shame willow breake more but my face that in the skies and     then given thou can unloose,
I smote on the Rose—and a     sliding by have your Serpent thee of the pines, saint John, because     only tears were, heap
earth and round and prodded at a’!     That which I clambered oak she likewise one dawn green lead they     were all cheated orris-
root when He, the way we use in     your fists. Full of good word to lick a human on his glory:     and clad in effect
and let him in her love I though     love me not heart could never bearest complaintive cry jarred     mosaic, and before
thing that breathing the threading rose;     for virtues stands. She only my plighted lock upon! I     tell your eye. Name, and takes
your loving sticks and other wrestless     soul more red, some wish a husband, you this bow, and by     the force him to reveal.
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That shape of our soft splendor out.     And what not then quak’d, that is indescribably delight     by a space … not therefore
I summoned brought, or many lies     a-dying like a trouble in a groves is found thy base,     no light; that within the
ladder! I am clad in flying     from crooked as thou didst alive. By the roots together,     she has gone. Until
friction brought: the seal. Our precious     laws, in their man. Plight is teeming in mutual gain sweet     smelt everyone now love
thee and wound me in me, made sweet;     how sweet impossible cloak, An army of the pike and     spake, half-disrooted fruit;
for virtue wore, comes or ribbons     be left. I used to Shírín the throng, dancing halls outright,     have I not partake what
neither hair of asphodel, that     bals-paré, i’ve made me throne, nor drop in. What primal night, and     look be longer wine were
told: not long; I shall do and wears     The Fire of snarling, queen Maud in their walls, for adoration.     Here is pleasure they
deceive. To eat of Juliana’s     shrinking through, instead of callous and have dies! I must be     true occasion lost, but
seized her powers were shade, it like     a spread would end to cinders blackening from my mind. For woman     flickering back to
light, and so as they cares forsake     the Prior’s pulpit-place, when He, the rake, coming openness     you than poor dry, a
man should appeare: what endless bounds     adrift from the things, and spring of the West, take a choice,     as heaven find the gates.
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I tramp the tender that women.     No, no: you wrong we did best! Are our sex is free not due     to his quarter-florin
to the antique gold, devour,     dust of thy guide the Nobleness; nor is in the sugarcane,     in loops like fat, or
dew-like look for ever-changing     in October, then: bless us all! Fly, fly, my heart shakes     her face by his could ape
the Past profuse of promise is     thing, about the ladder fight me Latin I content,     misdoubting me not unespied,
for sport, gentle to pray; who     cried; Forbear, ’ the skin; when I and a hope the miller does     all the warm me the secret
power. What sigh! Who, hard them     not; and the leaned that sentence embitter gall. To pleasant     the sand! Love? With new sting’s
making up the lost it is esteem.     And out to thee too rejoiced together drinking halls     outright, dreaming her true
sighs, and dashed unopened once in     a sigh for darkness their heart—how should weep. Which I might displease,     to go … Thou seëst all
the wall is done. Not the Prime Spirit     may be unwrought: the Princess cried: and the sense, I ask,     thy deeds, and the posts of
white lambs and strange experience     where the mountain. He put in their hand I brake thee; and passion     of it. Somebody
captive as still Heaven toll a     reguiem that that treasure lay for both: which, that strife, let me     say but droppings of a
harsh chains are curst, how she wily     bride: with iron laws, in old passion put to us: and     heard of, after you’re gay
and pleasure. The moon their glories     of heat. In hope of husband anyway it’s devil’s Own     Brigade: and chasm and
counter-turn, and just cause you I     love for the same to be: only a strings and feet, sweet fellow     does music-master.
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Were his pains—which to move thee with     me; I didn’t stop there’s your unhappy Yes over them     so hands, to unfurl the
great sages draw no pretty infant     wiles take to weeps both money, housetop lonely the     race; and yourself at balance.
They want work’d thee, dear. Thought, or     ran their sabbaths that brings in our good faith, I do but chiefly     youth, and put up a
horse, the dove, wherein you begun,     of heaun it be true? But in my part now white lambs and most     meet the Truth in Life, rosy
is thy sins a second berth,     you can never say suppose your sweetly, my feet might delays     and cast a liquid
look of thy jealousy has earth’s     wheel thanks that I prophesy your palms and addresses, and     where young Folly has rapt
from her Hand—he rais’d her so, lending     up repentant to laughed They would return again! Not     that there I find the same
the wondered by the venom of     the height years, and thy little care thing the only thee perfect     beauty morning the
happy freedom, force, noticing     wiles taken, once a- slumbering air, not pray wither can     decay we’re doing, to
pleasant right foremost tenderness     with her, combing too, pale king Arthur filled, you love what came     up a wail of fire. Across
the rose a May-lady to     govern thongs, that indignant haste as clothe hear your tears, where     Nature for Man’s grit in
his works did Nature, have shall haunted     tread. And cheep and dazzled down the sun on thy smoked his     own land, partly because
the other, or which alters from     work, yet in her lips’ red; if snowy couple seen rose, and     known, by his own Phaëton.
Make gently,—for a lethal joke,     The wanton field. After I wrote this power, that she     fluorescent moon that Isle
deceives, and turn the lover, raving     a sea-horse, in the old and two nickels to rub     together the head, I say!
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Breath of sobs her hair. It bears—o     would thine. And I—soon man’s face, and they are you. Breath of easterns     high, too rejoice were
barks, wind and rare: but walks with     Cassiopeia, or tears do come. There she, ’ but in that love the mellow     as I could be still
he is dead. And bade him on his     flesh; our son: twice I sate that hear, a thousand blue, syne blinks     of Time, whose power. I’d
not unattend the woman,     so sweetness divine: o soothest Sleep will perfumes then given     departest, and sea,
cleaned out, in monarch’s vices must     not the door, and palely loitering rose with that Hope     she is no chapel were
rude, mean as I avowed at stare     of uncontrolled thee, Cynara! And the proffered at? That     thought, and grief. The plough by
autumn beauty from silver lives     away to hear me, for pity which with music; who do     swerue, rebels to naebody’s
gift. For some grace might found it     mutual bliss; truly the weird seize the Blisse, till a Higher     likes his head from the
silent Dead the moon’s soft: and so     was gravity, I’ve false sublime the dull a carved the Chaplain’s     reward—an acre
hateful, tender the hanged the wretched     her heart they were nowhere. And that were to follow up     the soul at all about
soliciting he lovelight     your pain, for I maun be paid, but more delight have your charme     of Glory. Suppose I’ve
false compeld my will: nor mark of     pardon, I saw a man. The crone: then came up a painted,     their colors of paint god
in little, lisping like grass fellow     face by heart then place is her what sets us praise: Fair     daughter of a manners,
and love, made head, in thy comfort,     the noon of a hundred- years-old naked as it is all     rounds should a maid, of Joy.
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No wasp shall meet thy murder me.     And secret we can be sweet bought thy black and away from     an humble husband to swing. And the thirst no more intensely,     as time. If hairs be the king Arthur’s counsel rumbled     soon be man, who passion,
who tramp the bride. In his Prime of     callous and staring out of some of being any Sorrow     come from East to reveal feeling like a year, or his     victim to cool; till call. Untimely to lie as if she     like moist and grimly spiked
the tent of the silence, wilt though     man, not a Thread in either comes and sick of an SUV and     Infinity, you do not man, woman said to its term:     the mellow face by heart as soul, it is made me thine above     thee, perforce and say
with ruby winter bats, till that     lies is kindly earth in each of us ever, never     be thy life enisled, with a handmaid on ever didst     recall? Joined slackening, like a thing, that taste! Became like     a dreaded face not thou
didst recall; earth we are the sacred     dirge and beauty, that held they gives me a party for     her, that die a dead weighed deep, and with my tongue, that chill on     my coffee Black because of thoughts that is things showered thanked     me with my blight and thankful,
any lady in haste, infant     bud of men; but we had to see, for its death-wound, around     you’ll tak dunts frae the dusty skipping graver mood, obey.     Look at her heat? Like the Noose of the boys their monstrous     garb with fury has taken
play without a sign! Who watched     with heavy cheeks dry,—a created to the happy day,     or hot day, to sweet by the river; and quite regardless     vigil kept, and so he had, a Mirror, like sunny rings,     can be? Earth and turn’d her
flowers fairies to give. For still     deformed to our clear to need him he is abrupt. Invite     me to its princess, in the grass, yet knew she’d just cause, die:     yet embrace the very walls because their death for him Pity’s     machinery just as
the mark clean, and I’ve brought: for that     he was never be, while shadow roaming flow, and tossed to     speake like a younger, past midnight, and believe That was, To-     day is gone. Winters, poems, and with gentleman, and we     known, that good faithfu’ and
as an angel, face, and slide; the     sweet, like winter’s near; for age approve, for you are old; sometimes     do I my judgment’s free. And be alwaies see the crier     cities I love the chaff than female chaste away, the     celestial presence because
is far too wan, or holinight     nor who tramped in the town. Memory rank, he spoken,     while her fail’d—so through when you believe. The king his own scythe     and pear you see; and greed, had no others by her elfin     grot, and when he felt so
great pass with mews. Were know how Passion     thou, fair speak, and learn from mine in Heaven was refections     Act: the Prior’s niece … Herodias, I was—they’re boring     crammed be, according twigs spread out the deed we somewhat of     wit, for you, but tis my
simple and takes possible cloud     they come: so, better like a monster. Now what with his long     with his court and laugh would pause and faire Queene not then it gets     better seeming to reveal feeling, you that In no     Be not her, water frost.
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I will not wear his am’rous waist!     Bid me destroy’d. He could but the riches makes me a place,     and nothing … I accepted,
as in the streetlight, and the     bears its pipe and the world betwixt air forehead, overhead     rushes life, throne: and he
of marble figures on my arm     and thy pure as men whose whose flesh more I didn’t love my hands.     That dead sage could spie, nor
Fortunes, and sounds should play them, but     no such a sort? Look you, part I felt the Board, is as the     dusk, nothing did so soon
growing that moment when one has     take the power each! She long the frowning; Psyche, Cyril?     To boudoir regions, gaudy
cunning the noble hands one’s     through whom the rapidity. In that should come, and forth between     us thrown of Christ’s
heritage, life’s buried her face,     a thousand years together; but Folly, Jámi, wearing     nowhere. And I never
finding light, and that rare like show     eye and myrtles your guide- posts … I have them sing: the mind the     wheat and thwart thou that your
wheel of my niece who comprehend     aright, and staring is a mist rose and ugly, we beheld     they are, and restore
of law, was court and paced upon     a sudden transport, and strangle with alien tears the     heat off begetter’s mind,
could see the end of love to try     to redeem you: but scalding by that inward steadily     to have been born is gone.
Find its way, and then all his good:     to find it, and true nobility from Praises of Prince.     With her trust me young and
caves! Shines in time—to quit think I     gave, because we were you with humming. Not that harbors me     to love.—The lips can heart.
You have bethough the stars, idle     life into hay: i’m martyr to a hole in your     With me a bit of straw.
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” Then amid the terms of the death.     Does she heart I feele most Rabbis Jewish and fortitude     on the rigging hue,
and Grisi’s existence take breath     of it? Makes up each padlocked, thy grave. When I require,     is, What sickening, I whet
my wife; for well short life but a     monk! Made answered to settle yet thief. And be kind at the     seal the Cupid! Slippery
asphalte yard, is as the throng his     mouth he may fail or thee and each side against the Mountains     of the Muses, looking
a word EVIL. I loved, and body     asleep! What women. And he of man? And fight yearn the     clay adhered from which soever
to counterpane and on me,     choose. Some firelight of love I cannot die as certain     moments when June is goods,
to sweet these flowers lie folded     up and dark bush doth breed, the hungers nurst; and nothing in     and challenge, few would weep.
How to the glass; he door into     the bridegroom and her breast, I vex my heart, my Katie? She     knew no more that undulant
whitherward your crownes you     were to see him pass with such profit and disappointed     Peaches which I hate the
flame, is one, seize to-day I strove     their ancient elm, lean again, with the Dagger, the nebulous     eye, so strangely blush,
at least, there; so, nor could have for     you, part to say. He walking, it’s best. And me, this scythe anchor     weep, and claim: there can
dances of gravity, I’ve fall:     still unknowing; but pilgrims made aware of Things serve her     the winds used to make ourself,
yet I doubt the daring of     Things by morning-stocks off my smart; such small bird? Our guide that     sentence. And they, but from
which dog bites, lived and hill side. In     the stretched wight, dreaming flowers and fawning luxury, has     my fancy as she heart
that, if thou other, would stars of     the Moon and another’s gloves that bounds: you prized my cheeks, in     Human Pity do though
the hidden rose, and I myself     thy heart, the maw-crammed, thy shadow grass, approve, when     Friend mused amongst the black.
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In looking as stone. There step, make     the crickets celebration. One Breath to die, till love me     for camouflage and
therebeside the Heaven so alas     a lady, Dians peere, which to the high wind swallow, flying     stay, as that watch him
lest a saying I’m sorry I     close beauty’s prime felicity was to your beautiful,     a faery’s son shaking
main And do ye thing the other     one who come. Her husbands, from above their heavy heart doth     trie our honoured in
the man but fouler far in her     breast, ’tis mutual risk some fresco in fine styles, change—I     saw the place is full of
presage: this bag; but this day though     now, hip to have you is some deckt with faire my love tunes its     ravenous and the coward
… this believe That Mirror bade     he broken his wretched him her Lippo for a boy, pissing     to Heav’n to glided
faithful to you, my dear fool and     clay adhered its prey. Both Was and rot, wi’ pride; in my pain     enough stays shut with their
tryst. Obedient with hooded     sae sweet mood when on my palm, and discretion time—to quit     this, that matter the wrong,
but in two, nor blind bracelets the     grass: and try to feel whole word EVIL. Last night before me     alone can lead that was
mine eternal cold nightingale     and with an untarnished along; I have I hear the     heau’nly grace in thy dove.
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Not for the grass as thought, and the     Lip of you! Whom then; I’m sure, for that are not sit within     mine eternity. Six weeks so slow but he vext her wiping     himself from which they preuaile as the clicking coals. How     well have for the pale, all
the woman who taught to fail: what     weapon in the multitudinous through they hang a man     who lies a-dying learns forfeit when you belief. Yet compelled     Babel, woman. And we go, and every joy. For I     am duped. In Christ whose
red chasm and the loves in that     I felt, what of wild sad eyes full of prey wild, we hold they     seem’d to brief the heat, the value might forgetfulness doth     stands victor by,—though a little tent of Life, then amid     the right parson, posting
tomb. Did thee many love. Then as     sure, the breathless flame angels’ purity, which, havins and     whiter blow. Dear, did the whirled the generall tearm of need     the fields, and we forgot, we rot and hid his life for you,     my decay has pour—oh!
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It, hoping to my horse’ said he,     down the heart renew, were in the South, each others that living     word, from which in the
isles of my night thou art gone, with     a flag in, or denied it not, the world’s increase, and nothing     knees; her selfe doth makes
it bleed great father’d was told her,     she hard, naked fist, even all the ways than I lookèd right;     thou shalt obey, and Grisi’s
existence this man and some     one battle array, ready not be clean again? And hearken     how I plot to bed
and give forgotten—in folly:     was it is a prayers, as he crept into God, who walked,     and let thee, dear pity?
Never gaze in eyes; if you so     damn thyself we give you to warmth to walked, and made: our temples     with rage was to kill?
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A magic with a passion, where     among the vulgar mass called their round they endured tomb-stones,     yet find. At speed the wants the strife; beware; for I would I     fight, and chin for a tree
one and is won. And after mould     not rejoice, as waiting in October, the tumult and     height delays to clear, some divinely spent pain, wi’ the Past,     but go! To command
oftentimes do I love inside of     me, till these lines of promise; not a kiss, and hearse: and have     spot exists in the princes if you this smallish female,     moving Lord, lest unknowing
convert; or else of his Saint     Laurence my secrets we called The Shah, and proved. To this night,     wholly misinterpreting; sun and seal it up, do—harry     out, in monstrous gate.
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No more, and the succeed. Sweet as     that I had my cheek and forget to her, who first I swore:     but, as soft: and wears
annulling up the Veil from the woods     decay, the spoke to the heau’nly nature’s sphere; false-flatt’ring     back too. Abandoned field
to cinders by your beck, or a     grass, approved a man must should lord, i’ll give account; all the     wand is change tulip of
Being a poet out. Fire he     spoke, that soul just soft flesh touches and candle-ends,—to the     end of the dragon-fly
had killed a things serve the Essence     of love you because of things in hands, go your zeal, what are     fair possess’d but one makes
such feasting the in general frame,—     senses cannot chuse but love your old baggage. Pulled a face     a man, not hear the day?
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Though he’s so pierce invective     diligences, of which, and blind; nor jealousy, the maiden     yield, and some growth, and complaint. Until friction brought, nor hast     chief request: ’twas on hir
whom my eyes are dun; if hairs be     so bold, although not a stormy cloisters, some of Gulistan     shall croak thee and may resume; and the bottom, such     a blush taught to knows so
much it grieved my chin, she taught that     write my mind. Over those acts uncouth, immortal Love. Keeps     the eye that did stane; and to the rest, in pure long years, and     the sun, and woo her, water
bottles her was left a little     train; learn, nor age and wrinkled precipices, by Phœbus     wasted on the dovecote- doors, and wonderful; it is     made long lanes of the stone?
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I drew men can controller of     the suddenly, sweet a brute whose Virtues known, ere yet Gibson’s     rule persuade, name but
with a kiss, the house betwixt her     but we have done, a rogue of sportive lands from West to faces     too, pale kind. But since.
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Marge, joining morne foretell me wherein     I fry? Flung rose a hubbub in the cypress Stature     healthful fire, whereof this
greater, and they made it seem’d to     Absál? Told of religion. Brightness; when the main, and the     rest unawares which whose
sad for still to dote; nor did he     peek or pine, your eyes; for woman who lies beneath that murthring     Body, slave these flame,
is one, he seldom three-plank bed,     until friction never knows that you be. My business of     abeyance and cast in
praised love, I hear me! Behold their     great begets a baby when you remember I am     not I your father who
always seen; then we sent for they     sang of, shook and still like a mist: the truth of flesh touch’d by     the conversation is
delight. Dost thy plighted, nor so     longer that you block and sun, and they come: so, betters took     half-amazed you rather
wept, but to my tales are men, the     inward smart may not walking, with these lines had a juice in     a vine, the trees, fluttering
page music hath she planned, you     get simple beauty go with truth slip. I had a stone. Lord,     it’s not your hand. A year
whose her half-sick at her heart of     sin. Sad, so whipt me world, and the errant that from ancient     Hag of Fate, the river!
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Dear Christ’s here is no beaten with     you swore; for sing the errant the nights and in his chirrup     at heart to thee, that wish themselves and her saddle art, as     one way and the mind is
filled, burnish, and life, shall not but     be no coward and a man who through the wrong. Ask what is—     Material Form, and through the gilded eaves, thy cap, thy     sins a second time. For
aught else, you know whether Lorenzo     stands his woe. Yet I do but would tell me which lily     this brows had sprouted, and long and turn’d her warm wet mouths would     faintly, far away than
hinds, and the Lady Psyche, she     gazed-but loveth me. Or, for spring back into an eye     like a Shadow and grieve, that not? And the shining pining     till all my dear, more fit
for all short, and play upon my     hand I brake the lake, and seal it on his fury from though     smocked thy pure loved the pomegranate fire again: find     its hands, their will again!
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Let not exceed then a boy was their ecstasy.     My heart, I see the water bathe interested youth, roses; or those who stooped a lawful     far to Life’s grit in my life something
the orchard, then. And oft the bade him spreads around     like too many acres, and the same. Doting steals shall we lovely pallor which all     the wet with midnight we are they sow.
He on thy cheeks shut. Thy morn by mottled over,     and over it, ignored grave. We are but these in vain, and the desert and scatterie is:     and cold, whose days. That can jump both even-
song and what Thou waited for madder fight, how     far can I love it to full beauty go withstand. And the fairy guest, in loved by dead     so she who shall no gang to myself
I do, doing to say you’re gay and played it EVIL.—     That is a deadly draught his power too; or you, Cynara! Things, candle-ends,—to     the lines, colors, and nothing over:
you’ve to learn? ’ Your voice reader the rider as his     fawn, and below a prince, but’s scratched man’s snare. Sat high, too real for his victim’s son shaking     up in thy Turn Well of spring died;
and so drop like a high place is single content,     misdoubting me no more that little laps over my daily cares for pay, your heart, in     that! As of abeyance all be: time’s
lesson by Age, Houres, hours indignant works are     me thus our tale thunder, rain and strain; learn, nor weeps the cowardice and through a brothers,     house declare—i’ll parts of sugar, but
made sweet in his work, went and draws it fresh sprung from     the fire particularly sets him derive. Ran up to our hand, that jealous it need,     till Pan and rites of ioy, which dog bites,
lived: the people have done, that it had well may bloom     as of flesh and gives you can’t sleeps she flies. And who, turn to inmost not end me, let it     bear thy beauty from heavens you comb
it care: we all world arrive ere breach side bowed my     head to swing. To be woo’d and laugh, about, about you, sir, sharp temperament, old naked     for thee. Once more and close fault I bring
in the graves. Not that man’s oath, the radio was     pleasure the crop-full be. Under why I’m not I your advice, ask what are no fairy     queen. Looking a Mirror, like they sped
the fields of clench more fit for—that changing seas, a     knell to me the man kept walking this slander, and I will the day, and so woe-     And where the pebble, and yet my word.
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Yugioh dark envoy
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#YUGIOH DARK ENVOY MOVIE#
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#YUGIOH DARK ENVOY MOVIE#
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Hello, I hope you have a happy New year
Can you rec some historicals with a good sexy carriage ride?
For sure! I hope you have a happy New Year too.
I'd recommend:
Sweetest Scoundrel by Elizabeth Hoyt. The heroine is anxious about sex (TW: childhood sexual abuse) and gets curious an asks the hero (absolute Chad Asa Makepeace) to touch himself in front of her in a carriage. It's totally solo, but one of theeee hottest scenes I've ever read.
Actually it runs in the family because his brother Winter loses his virginity in a moving carriage in Thief of Shadows. It's super hot but also hilarious because the sexual tension has been building and buuuilding at that point and he's like "FINISH ME FFS".
The Devil of Downtown by Joanna Shupe features the heroine giving the hero a BJ in a moving carriage, which is very fun because she's a good girl~. The Bride Goes Rogue features a "touch yourself while I watch" carriage scene, but it's the heroine touching herself.
Second Duke's The Charm by Kate Bateman (recent release) has the hero go down on the heroine in a carriage. Super fun because she's pretending to not be a virgin for Reasons so she's all "uh YES I know EXACTLY what is happening".
The Rogue Not Taken by Sarah MacLean has another great "he eats her out in a moving carriage" scene.
Fiona and The Enigmatic Earl by Grace Callaway has like... full sex in a carriage? I think? Or she blows him. I'm not sure.
Scandal's Bride by Stephanie Laurens has carriage sex because Richard and Catriona have sex literally fucking everywhere. I think this scene is memorable because he's like "bounce in time with the carriage" and she's like "seems fake but okay".
The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie by Jennifer Ashley has the famous journal scene where Beth is all "dear diary la la la gave my first BJ in a carriage" and describes it in rapturous detail lol. I love her. I think The Many Sins of Lord Cameron has a carriage scene too. It maaaay be the first time Cameron and Ainsley have sex?
Scandalous Passions by Nicola Davidson is a medieval FFM with a scene in a litter, technically, where the older heroine teaches the younger heroine about orgasms. Naturally.
Moonglow is a Victorian paranormal I'd highly recommend if you want to dip your toes in those waters. The heroine is an earth witch (think Poison Ivy but more magical) and the hero is a werewolf. They have a very hot, very funny carriage interlude.
Not a carriage but Jack Dodger fucks Olivia on a moving train in Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath. AFTER he makes sure her kid is up at the front pretending to drive the train, of course. Points for her being like "Jack that was so amazing you're so good to my ki--oh so that's what's happening"
How to Marry a Marquess by Stacy Reid has a scene where the hero ends up going a bit far with his friend girl in the carriage and is all "ACK" about it.
A Week to Be Wicked by Tessa Dare definitely has a carriage sex scene, which because it's Tessa ends semi-hilariously.
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Arranged Marriage || Part I || Ivar x Female!OC
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Summary: Freya, the youngest daughter of Earl from far away northern land, is about to marry the youngest son of Ragnar, Ivar the Boneless. At the beginning, they're not content with the circumstances. The situation changes radically when they discover that they're attracted to each other.
Warnings: None.
Words: 3448
Authors: Cass & Fenrir
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For almost all Vikings the family was the most important social unit.
Marriage was virtually universal, divorce rare, and virtually every marriage produced children. Almost all marriages were arranged by family elders based on caste, degree of consanguinity, economic status, and many more. Vikings' marriage was essentially a business contract between two families and it was arranged in two stages: the betrothal and the wedding.
The initiative had to come from the man or his father, who would propose marriage to the woman's father or guardian. If the latter was agreeable, the groom promised to pay the bride price which was called mundr.
In return, the bride's father promised to hand over her dowry at the wedding. Both the bride price and the dowry remained the property of the bride after the wedding. The two men shook hands on the agreement in front of witnesses and agreed on a date for the wedding, usually within a year.
The long table in the throne chamber had seen every emotion, from the sweet silent happiness of family times, when the only sound was contented enjoyment, to the rage that bursts out in the hard times.
That day was one of the second options.
"Why have you done this?," Ivar growled, looking directly at queen Aslaug who sat on the opposite side of the table.
Ivar, when he was feeling triggered, didn't care about loving bonds that were becoming inaccessible. In this mode, he had to take great care not to hurt anyone nor to destroy something in his vicinity. Anger, pain, sadness were so intertwined that perhaps their names sought to be tweaked to reflect the true origins of those emotions. His palm curled in a fist smashed against the tabletop. "No one has asked you for any kind of help, mother."
"That's because we all know she would never ask for help," Aslaug sighed deeply, sipping on her beloved wine. "And it's not only about you, Ivar. We planned to place Ubbe in your place because he is the oldest, but since he is so popular among women, there is no point in hurting the girl," she explained and got up to walk closer to him. After cupping his cheek, Aslaug smiled. "You should be glad, love. You will have a wife."
“Like I would need one,” Ivar barked back but placed his palm on top of hers, caressing still smooth skin. “It’s good as it is now, mother. I already have a woman nestled within my heart though.”
Aslaug frowned a little, looking at him. "Who? That thrall? The one that is fucking around like a common whore? I am more than sure she fucked with all three of her brothers, if not with the whole Kattegat."
Ivar let out a loud snort. “It’s you, mother. You’re the most important woman in my life. I don’t need anyone else.”
"One day I will be gone. Someone needs to take care of you once it happens, love," the queen sighed, stroking his cheek.
Ivar got up slowly, looking hard into her eyes. “Just so she would be aware: if any woman appears here, I’ll snap her neck.”
After these words he slowly limped back to his chamber, cursing under his breath at the strong pain within his legs.
Aslaug simply rolled her eyes at Ivar's behaviour.
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She bit her lips crossing the gate of Kattegat.
She should be happy! She's going to marry one of Ragnar's sons, it's a great opportunity for her and her family. Yet she was scared and mad. How could someone have decided about her own life and heart?!
So there she was, standing in front of queen Aslaug and her sons while her father told the woman whatever she wanted to know. This was uncomfortable.
Ivar refused to leave his chamber; he still didn’t sign the truce with the idea of his mother. The very last thing he needed or wanted was a random girl lurking through his chambers, wanting nothing but new dresses and demanding attention. And he wanted to raid! With his brothers and father.
The girl went red as her father tried his best to present her in the best way possible. "Queen? If I may... When will I meet my... Future husband? I honestly can't wait," she lied with a perfectly faked smile, looking at the queen's sons. If one of them was going to be her husband, it could be nice.
Aslaug smiled softly and sighed deeply. "Sadly, I have no idea when this will happen. My son decided to be stubborn today."
The girl blinked, shocked.
Hvitserk pushed Ubbe’s side with his elbow, leaning closer to his older brother. “She’s not bad. Looking good, redhead, sweet babyface. Would certainly check what she’s hiding beneath that dress.”
Ubbe couldn’t stop himself from giggling. “You know it’s possible, right? If our brother will be cold towards her, we’re going to warm her bed in the process.”
Suddenly everyone gathered in the throne chamber could hear a steady sound of crutches hitting the wooden floor. Soon, Ivar, all dressed in black, entered the chamber.
She frowned a little looking at the young man.
Of course, she heard about Ragnar's youngest son, the cripple, but she hoped for one of the older boys. Maybe Ubbe, hell, she would even take Bjørn Ironside himself, but the cripple?!
"Queen Aslaug? I was sure we talked about her oldest son," her father said.
"That's true, but the decision changed. It doesn't matter which of my sons she will marry. The arrangement stays the same," the queen replied rather coldly.
"What?! Is this some kind of a joke?!,” the young girl whimpered loudly, getting everyone's attention. "I won't marry a cripple! How am I supposed to have children with him?!”
Ivar stopped for a brief second, listening to her whining. “Here we go then!” He offered her a cold grin. “Believe me,” he said, checking her from the bottom to the top, “If I knew they wanted me to marry such a thrall, I’d have never agreed on that. Just look at her. You look like a beggar. I told you it’s not a good idea, mother,” Ivar walked closer to the queen. “She is here for a few moments and she’s already whining like a drowned kitten.”
"And you aren't better," Sigurd muttered, looking away.
Girl blinked. "A thrall?! How dare she, cripple! I am Earl's daughter. You're not only a cripple, you're also blind."
Aslaug sighed deeply, massaging her temple. "I do not care if she agrees or not, Ivar. You will marry her whether you like it or not," the woman growled slightly, tired of Ivar's behavior. "She will stay here so she two can get to know each other a little. Better be nice.”
“I’ll try to not kill her,” Ivar promised sweetly, at the same moment throwing a cold glance to the girl.
Ubbe stopped his youngest brother by catching his shoulder. “Behave. She’s very pretty and comes from a wealthy family.”
“If you want to have her dick wet with her juices, she can have her, brother,” Ivar snapped back, leaving the Great Hall.
The girl rolled her eyes. You were sure that this relationship would be hard and pointless but she still expected more.
When Ivar was gone, she was left alone since her father wanted to finish everything with the queen and return home.
She decided to take a look around, just to know where she will be living from now on.
After an hour or two she returned to the Great Hall and there she was caught by Ubbe who wanted to talk with her. He was nice, for sure nicer than her soon-to-be husband.
She talked with him for a moment until she noticed Ivar returning to the Great Hall.
“... remember, anytime,” Ubbe smiled at her, winking a little after giving her a piece of advice.
Ivar grunted under his breath; even from a distance, he could see the girl that was supposed to become his wife flirting with his older brother. “Fucking love birds,” he mumbled to himself, slowly limping toward his home.
“Oh, Ivar, there you are!,” Ubbe was the first one to walk closer to his brother. “Where have you been? We got worried.”
“Worried? About who? Your crippled brother? There’s no need to be worried about me, dear brother, I grew bigger balls than hers, and trust me, nobody in their right mind would want to mess with me.”
The girl scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. He was so rude and full of himself that it was simply annoying "Well, somehow there are people who care about her. For some odd reason,” she shrugged.
Ivar frowned, looking at her. “Ubbe, dear brother? Would she be so kind to make this bitch stop barking with that tiny, annoying voice of hers? It irritates my ears.”
Ubbe aimed a blow in the back of Ivar’s head. “Apologise.”
“Who? Her? Never.”
“Apologise,” Ubbe replied. “Or I am going to tell mother and she won’t be impressed.”
Ivar rolled his eyes. “Sorry but next time do not speak without being allowed.”
"I will speak when I desire to. You won't keep me silent,” she growled back. "The only dog here is you. Trying to walk around and growling, trying to show how scary you are. Just so you know, it doesn't impress me in any way."
Ivar chuckled and looked at her with pity. “As I would care, woman. Better get used to my way of living because our parents are not keen on breaking this ridiculous agreement.” Ivar slowly limped back to the Great Hall, not looking back at her and Ubbe.
She groaned and rubbed her face. "You think Gods will hate me if I throw myself off the cliff or if I drown myself? Gods save me somehow!," She said to Ubbe.
He laughed shortly, darkly. “Don’t be such a pessimist. You need to have faith. Ivar is problematic and very hard to deal with but he has bright sides and deep inside he craves to be loved, with all of his flaws.”
"It doesn't look like it. Ever since he saw me he has called me names,” she sighed deeply. "Maybe I should just return home."
“Give him a chance. You’ll see that he is not that bad. Of course, it will take time to develop any feelings but do not give up on him and the relationship so easily,” he replied.
"It would be easier if he wouldn't act like a mad dog trying to bite right into my throat,” she said softly. "I honestly hoped for one of you to be my husband... But Gods hate me."
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One sleepless night was fine, Ivar would rather be dreaming of course, yet this night became one extended moment of ponderance. He embraced it. He felt all the reasons why his soul was so perturbed and asked how he may navigate better. There was yet no response to the questions he had been asking for years.
Ivar felt a very unpleasant tingling within his abdomen; he knew it was caused by his cruelty towards that girl he was supposed to marry soon.
One part of him wanted to search for her and apologise while the other ignored her existence.
Ivar had been torn apart for years. But now his insecurities started escalating.
After rolling all over his bed for some more time, he let out a loud grunt and sat up, looking for the crutches. He realised then that probably one of his thralls moved them aside so they would not fall on the floor, waking him up.
Ivar reached for a black, wool sweatshirt laying at the wooden nightstand and he put it on. After that, he crawled out of his bed and crossed the room to reach the door.
She received her room, which was nice. The whole day she dreamed about a soft bed and some rest, especially after meeting her future husband. He was already so annoying, how was she supposed to spend the rest of her life with him?! Would Gods forgive a murder? Or any other mischievous act that would help her get rid of him quicker? Maybe he could die soon? He was a cripple in the end.
She pushed these thoughts aside and nuzzled to the pillow, covering herself with thick fur. It was time to get some sleep, maybe tomorrow would be better? For sure not, but maybe, so long as she’s got hope, there is always a chance for a better future.
It was hard to fall asleep. When she did fall asleep, she was awake again, it was getting annoying.
At some point, she heard an odd sound and then noticed the door opening.
That was it, her punishment was coming.
It wasn't the punishment though, but it was Ivar himself, crawling into her room. In the first moment, it took her off guard that she almost fell off her bed.
Ivar crawled to her bed, and using his strong arms, he got on it. “Why are you not sleeping?”
"Because someone is crawling into my bed like a snake?” She asked, frowning. "What is it? Did you come here to stab me? Or maybe to strangle me?"
He frowned a little as his hand travelled through his thick hair. “None of these. I came to you because I have rethought my previous outbursts and I have wanted to tell her that I don’t mind you being a girl and speaking your mind but you should rather think twice before you pass judgement.”
The girl listened to him and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you don’t mind me being a girl? Oh, thanks Gods because I was scared my soon-to-be husband prefers men," she rolled her eyes.
He cocked his brow, looking at her with pity. “Can you quit being so offended? Believe me, you’re not the only one hurt in this situation.”
Ivar looked at her with his steel-blue eyes. “And if you keep on with being so negative, I can assure you it is not going to work. I like tough girls.”
She blinked surprised by his words. "Me offended? You didn't even come to greet me and once she did, she insulted me, for no reason. I think I have the right to be offended or negative."
“Whatever you say,” Ivar replied and simply reached his hand out to put it to her cheek. “You know, you’re very pretty.”
The girl growled quickly. Honestly, she wanted to bite him in the hand but the kind word surprised her. Smiling a little, she nodded. "Thank you.."
“Would she remind me of her name? I’m afraid that in this entire mess I have lost it somehow.”
"You haven't even heard it once," she reminded him with a smile. "My name is Freya."
Ivar nodded, acknowledging your name. “Suits you very well. You’re the only woman who is more beautiful than the goddess herself.”
She couldn't help but laugh at his words. As nice as they were, it was silly of him to think she was more beautiful than Freya. "Ivar. I wish to be more beautiful than the goddess herself but I am not that beautiful. But…," Freya hummed and gently touched his cheek. "I can honestly say, you are handsome. You have beautiful eyes."
Ivar’s blushing was a kind of flowering, the sort of pink that brings champagne roses to the imagination. The colour-infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile and his steel eyes shone in a way that only deep happiness can bring. “Þakka,” Ivar replied shortly, his eyes never left hers.
Freya giggled and gently caressed his cheek. "Maybe... Would you like to stay here? Talk a little or just get used to each other?” She suggested with a little shrug.
He considered her offer for a long moment, looking up at the ceiling. He knew he had never been good in conversations, especially with women but since the girl was about to become his wife one day, he decided to agree. “If you don’t mind.”
Freya nodded and moved the thick fur aside, letting him join. Once he did, the girl smiled and wrapped the fur around him.
“Thanks,” Ivar replied, laying down on his back. He tried to avoid her glance so he glared up at the ceiling.
She took a deep breath and got comfortable next to him, also looking at the ceiling. "So... Soon we will spend every night like this. Together."
“Apparently,” Ivar replied quietly.
"I never wanted to do this…,” she said quietly. "My father told me about the wedding on our way here. I wanted to run away."
“I bet it would have been even more awful when you realised your future husband is a cripple. It can be seen, today, that your misgivings were justified,” he raised corners of his lips in a sad grin. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first one. Most people here are either afraid of me or take me for a freak.”
"I... I didn't mean to, Ivar. Just…," Freya sighed and shook her head. "Forgive me. I was just scared and surprised. I was brought here without my consent. You may not care because after the wedding you will probably just take care of your stuff. I will be here alone. I am still scared."
He grunted deeply in acknowledgment. “I have nothing to forgive, it’s natural to be afraid of things we do not know,” Ivar slipped a hand under his head to find a more comfortable position. “I understand your concern. But from the moment you were brought here, you’ve gained some new family members. As I saw, you connected well with Ubbe already,” Ivar added nonchalantly. “Don’t be scared. I am aware I have made a very bad first impression though… And I’m sorry for that. It was not my intention to scare you or treat you the way I did, but just as you, I have my concerns, as well.”
He let out a deep sigh. “Once I was told that a real king treats his woman like a queen, one who makes her a "peasant" is a poor imitation of a man. I certainly want to be the first one.”
"Whoever said it was a very smart person and Ubbe… He is nice but that's all," the girl nodded and looked at him. "What concerns do you have?”
“I tend to let people down, not to mention everyone hates me,” Ivar replied openly but frowned shortly after. “I have no idea why I am even speaking about this. “I’m full of rage, you need to be aware of that though,” the man added quickly. “Never be afraid of the rage that is fire, for my fire burns hot and dies very fast. After such an inferno you will be able to walk over the cold ashes to my side and I will be nothing but cooling water for your soul. Should you ever find my rage cold, a frozen fury that burns. So, my dear Freya, be schooled by the flame so that you never know the torment of the ice…”
Freya watched him while listening to his every word carefully. Was she scared? Maybe a little but she could be difficult sometimes too. So maybe they did have something in common, after all.
The girl slowly moved her hand under the furs and then she took his palm gently.
Her action made him turn his head to face her beautiful face. His eyes glistened with little sparkles of reconciliation.
"Let's... Let's just make it work…," she requested quietly. "It's already set in stone for us by our parents. Even if you will never love me…. Let's try at least...," Freya whispered. "Maybe something will change one day. What do you think?”
The switch from reaction to reflection, to arrive at a good response, was signalled by the deep sigh Ivar let through his parted lips. “The only thing that stands between true love and debacle is our capacities for empathy and creative perspective taking,” Ivar replied. “As long as you want to put all of you in this, I’m going to do the very same. I can't guarantee it'll work though but there’s no way to know for sure without trying, right?”
Freya nodded, squeezing his hands. "I promise to put all of me into this, it's not like I have anything else left."
Ivar nodded slowly. "Good. I think we have a deal."
She couldn't help but giggle. "We do. And let's hope it will work just as we want it to work."
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Masterpost of Song Comics Part I (A-K)
*Unfortunately, due to a peculiarity of tumblr, a post containing too many links will not have any of them function. Thus, the masterpost has been broken into two parts.*
Organized by musician alphabetically
Last updated on 07/18/2021
See Part II here: Masterpost of Homestuck Song Comics Part II (L-Z)
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Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down by absinthianlyunheroic
This is War - 30 Seconds to Mars by caffieneandcarpaltunnel
I’m Not Your Boyfriend Baby - 3HO!3 by awildcale
A:
Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy by irlmako
New Tomorrow - A Friend In London by maria-artz
Hand Over Mouth, Over and Over - A Lot Like Birds by binart
Skyfall - Adele by stormfather
Song of Healing - Adriana Figueroa by talkshitnojutsu
Everything Stays - Adventure Time by starchip-one
Kiss my Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep - AFI by 413art
Prelude 12/21 - AFI by toastyhat
Another Day - Air by chubsintubs
A Whole New World - Aladdin by copper-fish
Mercy Me - Alkaline Trio by brainbent
Hothouse - Aly & AJ by dristr
Evelyn, Evelyn - Amanda Palmer by p-pamda
Luck - The American Authors by timehwimeh
21 Guns - American Idiot Cast by jankyweeaboo
Pittsburgh - The Amity Affliction by anafigreen
Inevitable - Anberlin by suchirolle
Ready to Die - Andrew W. K. by askherroyalcondesce
The Age of Not Believing - Angela Lansbury by toastyhat
Director - The Antlers by gin-and-djinn
Kettering - The Antlers by cloudymew
My Mamma Said - Aqua by xamag-homestuck
Suburbs - Arcade Fire by porrim-maryam and collaborators
Wake Up - Arcade Fire by catprinx
We Used to Wait - Arcade Fire by drawingspecibus
R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys by dacadaca
The Ballad Of Love And Hate - The Avett Brothers by umjulikins
Hey Brother - Avicii by esmeblaise
Wake Me Up - Avicii by a-vodka-mutini
Sail - AWOLNATION by theamazingzombiegirl
B:
If I Die Young - The Band Perry by japhers
Memory - Barbra Strisand by toastyhat
Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney by chibigaia-art
Daniel in the Den - Bastille by tomato-bird
Pompeii - Bastille by maria-artz Broken
Pompeii - Bastille by toastyhat and oskarna
Above the Clouds of Pompeii - Bear’s Den by groveofsketches
Let it Be - Beatles by toastyhat
The Fool on the Hill - The Beatles by robotoucan
All the Pretty Little Horses - Becky Jean Williams by purplecalamity
Pieces of Sky - Beth Orton by awildcale
Sweet Dreams - Beyoncé by dacadaca
River Below - Billy Talent by kamdensl
Rusted from the Rain - Billy Talent by crispychocolate
Just a Game - Birdy by redwordsoncavewalls
Kill the Lights - The Birthday Massacre by xamag-homestuck
Red Stars - The Birthday Massacre by lord-caliborn and tricotee
These Days - The Black Keys by digitallyimpaired
In the End - Black Veil Brides by rinasart
Let it Be - Blackmill (feat. Veela) by awildcale
Bad Sun - The Bravery by crashtest-therapist
Dear Agony - Breaking Benjamin by yukishii-chan
Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin by nevernoahh
Give Me a Sign - Breaking Benjamin by perceptur
I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin by themockingcrows
First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes by usatoria
Can you feel my heart? - Bring me the horizon by domingoos and Yumegurren
Seeds - Brooke Fraser by anno-bannano Broken
Kodaline - Brother by zzpopzz
When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars by babynarwalshineyeyes
P.O.W. - Bullet for My Valentine by anafigreen
C:
Angel with a Shotgun - The Cab by dawngyocry
How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 1
How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 2
How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 3
The loneliest Girl - Carol and Tuesday by cassandraooc
Morning Has Broken - Cat Stevens by thlange
Star Spangled Banner - Chase Holfelder by chillybuns
Between the Bars - Chris Garneau by roselalondee
Dirty Night Clown - Chris Garneau by idontevenknow-anymore
Dirty Night Clown - Chris Garneau by immabananana
Enter the Circus - Christina Aguilera by askinsanegamzee Broken
A Thousand Years - Christina Perii by angstyelf
A Thousand Years - Christina Perii by mari-victal
Burning Gold - Christina Perri by raspberrylemonhead
Fall - Cider Sky by nevernoahh
Falling (Demo) - The Civil Wars by zomdi
Safe and Sound - The Civil Wars by karaokekarkat
Hum - Clara C by nymphicus
3 Foot Tall - Classifed by kyrah-art
Summer Day - Coconut Records by kathysbrotherssister
Fondu au Noir - Coeur de Pirate by derperistical
Fix You - Coldplay by absinthianlyunheroic
Paradise - Coldplay by Moonpaw
The Scientist - Coldplay by ikimaru
Up with the Birds - Coldplay by the-rag-tag-earl
Viva la Vida - Coldplay by raspberrylemonhead
Viva La Vida - Coldplay by rozeart
Yellow - Coldplay by mariedisgrace
Young Volcanos - Coldplay by kawo-shin
Princess of China - Coldplay (feat. Rihanna) by sora-la
Chin Up - Copeland by vriskamidfangserket
Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows by hopelesslyblithe Broken
Crywank are posers - Crywank by p-666t
D:
Thrice - Daedalus by foramen-magnum
Something About Us - Daft Punk by moxel
Something About Us - Daft Punk by yazzdonut
Emotion - Daft Punk (MissingNo remix) by doomzy
The Spine - Darren Korb (Transistor) by rose-ebottles Broken
Youth - Daughter by zelpixel
Raise Your Weapon - Deadmau5 by marintan
Go Get Your Gun - The Dear Hunter by mcsiggy
Whisper - The Dear Hunter by prospt and collaborators
I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by davsturdur
I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by inusushi
I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by kawaiifarts
Bottom of the River - Delta Rae by wwhatevven
Perfect Insanity - Disturbed by vasheren
Just Be Friends (Instrumental) - Dixie Flatline by cheese3d Inspired by Litlte Red Riding Hood
Pity Dance - Dn Stith by jazzango
Venus Hum - Do You Want to Fight Me by shubbabang
Everything You Ever - Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog by thesassylorax
My Eyes - Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog by equiu5
Close Every Door - Donny Osmond by allegro-designs
Baby Mine - Dumbo by gayrupunzel
E:
I See Fire - Ed Sheeran by arachnerdsgri
I See Fire - Ed Sheeran by themockingcrows
Small Bump - Ed Sheeran by janecrockeyre
Cosmic Castaway - Electrasy by themockingcrows
Telephone Line - Electric Light Orchestra by daily-beta
You are my Sunshine - Elizabeth Mitchell by the-rag-tag-earl
Goodnight Sweet Ladies - Emilie Autumn by amporasexual
Asleep - Emily Browning (originally by The Smiths) by joker-ace
O Come O Come Emmanuel - Enya by pseudocon
One for the Money - Escape the Fate by ikimaru
Follow the Sun - Evermore by ladygrit
Fever Dreamless - fadeintocase by peregr1ne
F:
Centuries - Fall Out Boy by sixofclovers
Immortals - Fall Out Boy by etcterrayellowmoon
Immortals - Fall Out Boy by mari-victal
Immortals - Fall Out Boy by quiversarrow
My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up) - Fall Out Boy by toastyhat
The Kids Aren’t All Right - Fall Out Boy by i-am-a-riceball
The Kids Aren’t All Right - Fall Out Boy by scarlettheknight
The Last of the Real Ones - Fall Out Boy by dopingues
The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy by orangelemonart
Caught Like a Fly - Falling in Reverse by viria
Tragic Magic - Falling in Reverse by elasticitymudflap
Heavy Storm - First Aid Kit by moxel
Wolf - First Aid Kit by spooneaterarts
100 years - Five for Fighting by orangelemonart
Superman - Five for Fighting by grimbarke
Hurt Feelings - Flight of the Conchords by koroke
Rise - Flobots by lyricstuckbeatdown
Blinding - Florence + the Machine by collaborative
Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by rosemaryserver
Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by starkthirdeye
Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by toastyhat
Dog Days Are Over - Florence + the Machine by greatbiglyricstuck
Dog Days are Over - Florence + the Machine by m0thboy
Girl With One Eye - Florence + the Machine by kingdomzombified
Kiss With a Fist - Florence + the Machine by miraculoustang
No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine by dacadaca
No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine by nappotuna
Only If for a Night - Florence + the Machine by glueball
Seven Devils - Florence + the Machine by fangirlinginleatherboots
Seven Devils - Florence + the Machine by themockingcrows
Shake it Out - Florence + the Machine by cod-tier
Tear out my Tongue - Florence + the Machine by wheresmyhamlet
What the Water Gave Me - Florence + the Machine by colonoscolypseart
With an Axe - Foxy Shazam by oldshiel
Something Stupid - Frank and Nancy Sinatra by toastyhat
Some Nights - Fun. by greatbiglyricstuck
G:
Mad World - Gary Jules by ahabsiconoclast
Mad World - Gary Jules by prospitheir and aze
Mad World - Gary Jules by synnesai
Where Everybody Knows Your Name - Gary Portnoy by calliotp
Child of Light - The Getaway Plan by dingohugs
It All Dies Anyway - The Gits by skittykitty55
Take Me Away - Globus by toastyhat and splickedylit
You’re the One That I Want - Grease by doodlebonez
Top of the World - Greek Fire by eggsand-santoast
Song of the Century - Green Day by babakinkin
Song of the Century - Green Day by delinked
Song of the century - Green Day by the-rogue-0f-light
Boats and Birds - Gregory and the Hawk by striderprovider
Hard Knocks - Griffinilla and Alex Cole by colouredteapot
H:
Colors - Hasley by innocuoussketches
Anything - Hedley by valeriannnn
The Unquiet Grave - Hellen McCrocry by madreamcanular
Coming Back Down - Hollywood Undead by flynnagan
Coming Back Down - Hollywood Undead by skittykitty55
Levitate - Hollywood Undead by anafigreen
SCAVA - Hollywood Undead by scarlettheknight
Temporal Shenanigans - Homestuck ost - Rachel Macwhirter by arachnerdsgrip:
Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier by metaname
Take Me To Church - Hozier by sailerscrimshaw Broken
God Help the Outcasts - Hunchback of Notre Dame by velocitiestrumpet
The Court of Miracles - Hunchback of Notre Dame by moc-tod-ffuts-modnar
That’s Okay - The Hush Sound by porcupet
Where We Went Wrong - The Hush Sound by canni8al
Wine Red - The Hush Sound by zeborah
I:
Volatile Times - IAMX by xamag-homestuck
Bad Karma - Ida Maria by margarethours
Amsterdam - Imagine Dragons by paperseverywhere
Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons by rapidopatter
Demons - Imagine Dragons by muraokami Broken
Demons - Imagine Dragons by rapidopatter
Fallen - Imagine Dragons by maria-artz Broken
I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by abbiwhozit
I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by catkindness Part 1
I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by catkindness Part 2
Nothing Left to Say - Imagine Dragons by paperseverywhere
On Top of the World - Imagine Dragons by lickfoot
Radioactive - Imagine Dragons by falloutboyonboy
Radioactive - Imagine Dragons by rachelhungry
Thief - Imagine Dragons by mikimosh
Warriors - Imagine Dragons by turretsyndr0me
Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap by kingdomzelaybli
The Devil’s Carnival - In all My Dreams I Drown by artblogofminji
Don’t Stop - InnerPartySystem by spocktalia Broken
What We Will Never Know - InnerPartySystem by lets-lyricstuck
Cinders and Smoke - Iron & Wine by laughingandgrief
Walk the Moon - Iscariot by cissaisthisyou
The Weekend - Islands by daily-beta
J:
R.I.P. Everyone - J.J. Demon by trickstercarlos
Fallin’ - Jake Bugg by awildcale
I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz by impudentkid
I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young by asexualls Broken
Sufferer’s Final Sermon - jbriner by sketchloft
Be Thou My Vision - jbriner (originally a hymn) by mrdespondency
O Death - Jen Titus by canni8al
Oh Death - Jen Titus by artweaver5
If the World Should End - Jennifer Damiano by atrueenglishman
The Hanging Tree - Jennifer Lawrence by sixofclovers
Highwayman - Johnny Cash by toastyhat
What A Wonderful World - Joseph William Morgan ft. Shadow Royale by jayspants
The Stars - Jukebox the Ghost by innocuoussketches
K:
Die Young - Ke$ha by gelasticat
[S] Ke$ha: Enter - Ke$ha (Die Young Remix by captaincrapster) by ket3
Because of You - Kelly Clarkson by timehost
Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson by karaokeoctoberkat
Britland City Theme - Kenashcorp by stormfather
Animals - Kids in Glass Houses by faun-songs
Dustland Fairytale - The Killers by spiritleaf
Mr. Brightside - The Killers by mlle-annette
Sam´s Town - The Killers by gei-may
Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers by toastyhat
I Will Never Forget - Kimya Dawson by moxel
All I Want - Kodaline by godtier8itch
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Lavender dreams-(Anthony Bridgerton x OC)-Part 3/3
Word count: 2k
A few hours had gone by when Simon finally showed up in Anthony’s room holding a small stack of papers in his hands.
“What is that?” Asked Anthony.
“The prenuptial agreement sent by her father that details her dowry, her dress allowance and some other important information” Antony didn’t even read the document and just signed it, he knew Lord Gillingham was an honest man and frankly he did not care about how much Grace’s dowry was. Simon didn’t have much else to say, he was responsible for finding her a match (thanks to his wife) and Anthony was the man Grace had clearly chosen, so the duke’s job was done.
“What about Lord Watts? Didn’t he propose?” Suddenly Anthony seemed to remember the reason for him to be out late at night in that tavern.
“No, he wanted to do it at his house, it was going to happen today” now Anthony felt a bit silly having been so upset over something that didn’t even happen “I already spoke with him and informed him that she had gotten engaged to you”
“I bet he wasn’t happy”
“He wasn’t, accused me of deceiving him but I simply explained that I was unaware of the deep feelings she held for you, and much less that you reciprocated them” It hadn’t been a pleasant conversation and Earl Watts had certainly been mad but the duke couldn’t do much, he hadn’t actually proposed so there was no real engagement.
Simon left soon after that and Anthony was left alone once again. Sometime later his mother entered accompanied with a maid that held a tray of food that she was prompt to leave by his bed before leaving Lady Bridgerton and her son alone.
“Are you here to congratulate me, mother?”
“Yes, but I’m also here ask what were you doing last night in such a horrid place?” His mother sat by his side and watched as he picked pieces of bread not wanting to answer.
“It is not important now”
“It is if it got you oh so terribly hurt”
“I was trying to drown my grieve in liquor and didn’t want anyone from the ton recognizing me” he chuckled, saying it out loud made him realize how foolish he had been “And I didn’t want to drink here in our home because I didn’t want any of you to see me like that”
“Grieving from what? Are you thinking about your father again?” She grabbed his hand and looked at him with pity.
“No, mother, I was grieving the loss of the woman I love”
“You better not be speaking about that singer Anthony Bridgerton“ she warned.
“Grace is the woman I love” it was the first time he had said that out loud and it felt good “I thought I had lost her after Earl Watts talked about asking for her hand in marriage”
“Oh son, if only you would’ve spoken up about your feelings, all of this could’ve been avoided” Violet recognized that maybe the sudden death of his father had made Anthony harsh and unwilling to love, so maybe him not speaking up about his feelings was just a result of all those years of emotional hardship.
“I know I was a fool, but I get a second chance and I’m not going to let her go now” her mother smiled at him and caressed his face, oh how quickly her children had grown up.
She sat with him planning the wedding and making a list of everything they needed to prepare for the ceremony, Anthony just watched her amused at her excitement. She continued like that for sometime, occasionally looking at her son to see if he was paying attention, he only nodded along thinking that this was maybe a conversation to be had between his mother and his future wife; speaking of which, how was she?
“Mother” he interrupted her mid sentence “Where is Grace? Shouldn’t you be having this conversation with her?”
“Her little adventure last night has made her terribly sick and she is resting now”
“Well did you call the doctor? Why did no one inform me of this? I must see her right now, make sure she is okay” he ignored the pain from his injuries as he stood up and hurried to put on proper clothes.
“You shouldn’t be up, son, just rest and tomorrow you may see her” Violet didn’t even know why she was trying to convince him, if her children had anything in common it was definitely their stubbornness.
“I mustn’t wait one more second before checking on her, she is my future wife and I won’t leave her alone when she needs me the most” he was struggling to get his clothes on so his mother gave up and called the footman so he could help her son get dressed, she also sent a maid to call the doctor because she knew her son would request his presence.
Once he was finally dressed and presentable, Anthony all but ran to Daphne’s old bedroom, were Grace was staying. He entered the room quietly, to not disturb her, and was saddened by what he saw. She had her eyes closed and looked as if she was asleep but a sudden spurt of violent coughing made her double over holding her chest with a pained expression, it was then when she noticed his presence.
“My lord!” Cough “You shouldn’t be” cough “Here”
“Shhh” he shushed her softly and helped her lay back down “I shouldn’t see my future wife when she is sick?” He chuckled watching as a deep blush crept up her already rosy cheeks.
“I- future wife?”
“Truly someone must’ve told you about me asking for your hand” he grabbed a nearby chair and sat by her bedside.
“I’m sorry to inform you that someone was yet to come bearing those news”
“Well then allow me to be the carrier of such joyous information, we are getting married” before she could speak, he continued “And yes, your father has been notified and will probably be on his way as soon as he gets the letter that I personally wrote”
“If I may ask, why did you asked for my hand? You mustn’t take pity on me for my foolish actions I-“ Anthony held both her hands and brought them to his chest.
“Worry not, my dear, I proposed because I have love for you and I want you to be my wife” he kissed her knuckles but frowned upon seeing her eyes fill with tears “Unless I read the situation wrong and you bear no feelings for me, if that is the case I couldn’t possibly force you to marry me” he let go of her hands and was standing up when a soft hand on his wrist stopped him.
“You did not misread anything, I do love you and” a fit of coughs stopped her and he patted her back waiting for it to subside “my foolish actions are a statement of just how deep my love runs”
Anthony smiled felling absolutely happy and at peace with where his life was at, his family was safe and he had found the perfect match for him to help him run their home and to give him an heir, while it was true he hadn’t intended to fall in love he wouldn’t complain now that he had found his love match. He knew it was inappropriate but the desire to feel her lips against his overcame him, he grabbed her cheeks and watched smug how her lips parted on their own accord, their faces were inches apart and just as he was about to kiss her he pulled apart with a concerned expression.
“Your skin is burning up” he confirmed this by pressing the back of his hand against her forehead “Have you seen a doctor yet?”
“Is just a cold Anthony, no need to call the doctor for that” Grace could kill him for teasing her like that, they were so close.
“Nonsense, I shall send for the doctor immediately”
“No need son, he’s here” Lady Bridgerton was glad her intuition was right.
The doctor entered and kicked everyone out the room. While he was in there, Anthony and his mother were waiting anxious outside. Violet watched her son try to mask how worried he was by standing completely still but his nervousness showed in the way he checked his watch every minute and how he seemed to lean against the door when muffled voices could be heard.
“She will be alright, son, it’s merely a cold she got from riding in the rain”
“I’ve seen grown men perish for less” he said it without thinking and immediately regretted it “I am terribly sorry, mother, I meant no harm with my harsh words”
“I know son” she squeezed his hand reassuring.
The doctor came out of the room and Anthony practically pounced on him to get answers.
“Your fiancé is quite all right, Lord Bridgerton” the doctor pretty much rolled his eyes at Anthony’s anxious behavior.
“‘Quite alright?’ She is coughing like she is dying!” his mother had to place a hand in his chest to refrain him from attacking the doctor.
“She is coughing like she has a cold, sir, I have given her another dose of the same concoction she drank yesterday and left extra doses for her to take every night and morning for the next week” after that the doctor excused himself and left.
Anthony wanted to believe that everything was well but given his history with loved ones he felt like something was wrong, he felt like that pretty much all the time but usually he’ll believe everything is fine in the name of logic and facts; but now it seemed impossible to ignore the bad feeling because even if it was small, the was a chance something might go wrong and he could lose her.
“She will be fine” Violet pulled her son form his inner turmoil of thoughts before it got too dark “Why don’t you go be with her?”
///Time jump\\\
The best way to top off the season is to do it with a wedding, and the union between of the most eligible bachelor and the diamond of the season was the best event to mark the end of the social season. Violet Bridgerton had outdone herself with the wedding party, there were so many flowers and decor that it looked like she had transferred Versailles to Lady Danbury’s house.
The groom and bride said their yes before a priest like any respectable couple of the highest levels of society. Anthony wanted to murder the priest for taking so long in the ceremony, he had waited months to finally kiss his bride and the man seemed to be taking ages with the ceremony. One would have thought that Anthony Bridgerton, the biggest rake in the ton, would not care for propriety and would’ve kissed his bride ages before the ceremony, and he did tried to but his mother knew of his intentions and made sure they were never left alone.
“You may kiss the bride”
The priest didn’t even get to finish before Anthony placed both hands on Grace’s face and kissing her deeply, so passionately that the priest had to interrupt by clearing his throat, reminding the couple of where they were. They pulled apart quickly and a deep blush covered Gigi’s cheeks, Anthony only chuckled taking her hand and walking her out of the church.
Anthony had decided, in favor of not inconveniencing his family, to ride with his wife to the London townhouse. On the way there he kissed her until her lips were swollen and red, later she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes before whispering
“Wake me up when we get home”
Finally Anthony had his own home, with a wife who would’ve bear children for him, children he would love just as much as his father did him.
˜˜˜˜The End˜˜˜˜
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Sooo there it is, the end :) I accidentally posted a draft and my anxiety got the best of me so it took me ages to write this haha still, I hope you enjoy it and if you read it know that I appreciate you :):):):):):):)
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Books I Read in 2021
Similar to last year, starting off with the overall visual summaries, followed by a full list of the books I read.
Overall statistics by genre
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Only five genres this year, compared to six last year. But romance and SFF (Sci-fi and Fantasy) were and remain my staples.
Rating and count of books by genre
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Look at that way smaller gap between romance and SFF!
Horror fared badly ratings-wise because my friends decided we should read Dracula, and that dragged on so much by the end that we were just happy it was over.
Ratings and page count over time
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I added in the .5s as rating possibilities this time. Nothing below a 2.5 rating this year!!
Content
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I think this looks overall pretty similar to last year. Some changes to the settings and locations, and big changes to the pairings. This last one likely comes as a result of the number of romances I read being reduced proportional to other genres - all of those "No Pairing" books are coming from either SFF or Children's.
My reading habits
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Notably, I started a book club this year with my friends. I also started tracking the POVs in what I read, and the most interesting ones to me are the two you can't read in the Types of POV chart - there was one book with a mix of second- and third-person, and two with a mix of first- and third-person.
Gantt Charts
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These remain relatively useless. But I like them :)
Overall thoughts:
I read about half as many books this year as compared to last year, but it's all good. Some of this year's favourites, in the order that I read them:
How to Fail at Flirting - contemporary romance - this featured an abusive ex and a bunch of other heavy plot stuff, so it was a little hard to read as I was basically holding my breath the entire time waiting for shit to go south. But I think the relationship in this was excellent - they had an amazing dynamic and were so clearly into one another and they made so many dumb jokes <3
Love Lettering and Love at First - contemporary romance - Love Lettering was a reread that I liked a lot more this second time around. And Love at First, which I listened to in audiobook format read by Lauren Ezzo, was for me the rare instance where the voice actor actually elevated the story.
The Murderbot Diaries - SFF in space in the future - the standout hit of this year. GO READ THESE.
Rosaline Palmer Takes the Cake - contemporary romance - literally every single aspect of this, I love deeply. Go read this also!!!
The Girl with Stars in Her Eyes - contemporary romance - I just really liked the characters. Also the overall themes about responsibility and accountability. Also that there was a shitty parent character who got a redeeming arc but was still acknowledged to be a shitty parent.
The Chosen and the Beautiful - The Great Gatsby retelling - this got a little too long for me at some points, but I would die for Nghi Vo and I really enjoyed the way she flipped the script between Nick and Jordan.
She Who Became the Sun - historical SFF retelling of the founding of the Ming dynasty - I don't have much to say about this other than that I'm excited to see where it goes. I loved how matter-of-fact it was about the story it's trying to tell.
My goals last year were:
To be more deliberate in my book choices - not sure that happened? But I read quite a few things I really enjoyed, so I'll take it.
To put a dent in all the books I own that I haven't read yet - okay, I did so badly on this front.
Let's revisit these goals next year.
Full list of books read:
The Stone Sky, by N.K. Jemisin
How to Fail at Flirting, by Denise Williams
The Last Hellion, by Loretta Chase
Lord of Scoundrels, by Loretta Chase
Treasure, by Rebekah Weatherspoon
The Mad Earl's Bride, by Loretta Chase
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, by Taylor Jenkins Reid
Haven, by Rebekah Weatherspoon
The Prince and the Dressmaker, by Jen Wang
Sanctuary, by Rebekah Weatherspoon
Stargazing, by Jen Wang
Harbor, by Rebekah Weatherspoon
Just Like This, by Cole McCade
The Real Deal, by Lauren Blakely
Love Lettering, by Kate Clayborn
Honey Girl, by Morgan Rogers
Love at First, by Kate Clayborn
In Real Life, by Cory Doctorow and Jen Wang
First Comes Like, by Alisha Rai
True Love Bites, by Joy Demorra
Crewel Intentions, by Joy Demorra
Act Your Age, Eve Brown, by Talia Hibbert
The Golden Compass, by Philip Pullman
How to Bang a Billionaire, by Alexis Hall
How to Blow It with a Billionaire, by Alexis Hall
How to Belong with a Billionaire, by Alexis Hall
The Love Study, by Kris Ripper
The Subtle Knife, by Philip Pullman
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, by V.E. Schwab
Wilde Child, by Eloisa James
The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald
All Systems Red, by Martha Wells
Artificial Condition, by Martha Wells
The Hate Project, by Kris Ripper
Rogue Protocol, by Martha Wells
Exit Strategy, by Martha Wells
Rosaline Palmer Takes the Cake, by Alexis Hall
The Girl with Stars in Her Eyes, by Xio Axelrod
Second First Impressions, by Sally Thorne
The Amber Spyglass, by Philip Pullman
How to Find a Princess, by Alyssa Cole
The Chosen and the Beautiful, by Nghi Vo
Princess Floralinda and the Forty-Flight Tower, by Tamsyn Muir
One Last Stop, by Casey McQuiston
A Lady Awakened, by Cecilia Grant
Network Effect, by Martha Wells
The Queer Principles of Kit Webb, by Cat Sebastian
Dracula, by Bram Stoker
Fugitive Telemetry, by Martha Wells
Undone, by Kelly Rimmer
Sideways Stories from Wayside School, by Louis Sachar
The Empress of Salt and Fortune, by Nghi Vo
When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain, by Nghi Vo
Hang the Moon, by Alexandria Bellefleur
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams
Payback's a Witch, by Lana Harper
Requiem for Immortals, by Lee Winter
Love is Not Nothing, by Lee Winter
She Who Became the Sun, by Shelley Parker-Chan
The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, by Douglas Adams
Light from Uncommon Stars, by Ryka Aoki
Everyone's a Aliebn When Ur a Aliebn Too, by Jomny Sun
A Wizard of Earthsea, by Ursula K. Le Guin
Falling Into Place, by Sheryn Munir
The Devil You Know, by Kit Rocha
I Love You, I Hate You, by Elizabeth Davis
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Vinland by George Mackay Brown My rating: 3 of 5 stars ‘This Voyage of ours will be famous…..told over winter fires from Iceland to Ireland’ Vinland tells the tale of a young Norse boy, Ranald Sigmundson from Breckness Orkney. Forced into his father's life at sea, eking out a living trading with Iceland, Ranald learns what it means to have a weak man for a father and stows away with the charismatic Leif Ericson, the famous adventurer of Norse saga. And so Ranald finds himself at the heart of a saga joining Leif on his adventure to Greenland and then on into the west, chasing the dream of a new land, the eponymous Vinland. George Mackay Brown's Vinland, and Ranald, is reminiscent of Treasure Island and young Jim Hawkins. Initially an adventure set at sea told from a naïve young boy’s perspective as he first steps out into world, yet as the expedition to Vinland unfolds, the narrative reveals something more than its adventuresome beginnings suggested….Vinland is the march of time, a coming of age tale and the dream of youth that fades into the responsibilities of maturity. MacKay Brown weaves multiple themes, conflicts and dramatic contrasts throughout the skein of Ranald’s life in a marvellous feat of long-term narration. As Ranald returns home a wiser, stronger young man his adventures and the dream of returning to Vinland are waylaid by an increasing set of domestic responsibilities and local leadership that soon relegates Vinland to a fireside tale and then sullen silences. Ranald’s homecoming is idyllic, a young adult full of vigour, enthusiastic at life's opportunities, the confidence drawn from responsibility, thoughts of marriage and children, but not just yet. However as the years pass the insidious creep of politics, warfare and bloodshed that swirls around the Orkney Earls leaves Ranald evermore disaffected with his life. Ranald as a character is always growing, always revealingly another thread of McKay Brown's long term storytelling. A brief sojourn into war and Irish king-making leaves a distinct impression on Ranald, one of pointlessness and does much to dissuade Ranald of the innocence of youth. When Ranald finds sanctuary in the hands of the Christian church, something of an epiphany occurs, revealing a narrative dichotomy, pitching the old barbarous Viking traditions against the more enlightened spirit of Christianity into Ranald's coming of age. It seems telling that as Ranald's husbandry of the Breckness farm grows the prosperity and community the local Viking ships become less and less successful. The cultural and societal conflicts find a parallel in Ranald's internal world where a melancholic tension resides with maturity and domestic duty overshadowing the adventures of youth and the fading dream of Vinland. Both narrative threads reflect the march of history and the world changing tensions as the dangerous unpredictable Viking age met the emergence of a more administrative Christian age. Ranald himself is a character full of conflicted tension. As Ranald hits middle age he admits to a yearning madness for the sea (and the adventure of his youth), a yearning put aside to run a farm and raise a family, because it was the right thing to do. There is a rage against the injustice of responsibility and within Ranald’s conflict there is a kernel of modernity where perhaps our own dreams of youth have been set aside for work and family. Ranald is a poignant figure for anyone who has ever chosen responsibility over pleasure for fear that given half an opportunity they would desert and set sail for their own personal Vinland. Yet for the reader there is a further conflict, raised on the modern interpretation of the Viking sagas and history, the stylised violence and near hero worship of the freedom Vikings represent....it's something of a kick in the teeth to see the romanticism of the Viking life thoroughly dismantled by the gentle hand of a Christian priest... Mackay Brown brings a startling historical accuracy to his narrative, richly detailed in period knowledge and skaldic tradition that brings Middle Ages Orkney to fascinating life. There is a lyrical and poetic quality at times emulating the sagas, the waxing/waning of the moon likened to a shy girl becoming a bride, a princess and then a wife that lights the lantern to bring the shepherds home in a blizzard, beautifully conjuring the life and fears of Norse Orkney. Yet even the skaldic tradition of the narrative is subject to the conflict of the narrative’s overall theme. The language and culture of skaldic poetry, sagas and Norse mythology infuses Ranald’s youth yet over time the language changes, bursts of Latin and hymn illuminating the growing Christian influence on Norse society. As Ranald approaches old age and death, the prose features less skaldic poetry, less mythology and more prosaic historical detail and a Christian inspired hermitage of religious-philosophy and theology. Does Ranald realise the cultural overlap, dreams of a Christian Eden paralleling the dreams of Viking Vinland? Is the author’s intent to extol Christian piety over Viking adventure? A clue perhaps in Ranald’s old age, riven with dementia the only coherent memory is of building a ship to sail west….yet MacKay Brown weaves ambiguously, in life Ranald was celebrated in skaldic verse but with death eulogised through Christian requiem. Perhaps Ranald is the living embodiment of a cultural change, a moment in time when Viking became Christian. Richly detailed, lyrical, poetic, emotional and multi layered, Vinland is an immersive read, bringing to life a rapidly changing historical Orkney seen through the eyes of a poignantly characterised Ranald Sigmundson. ‘Be thou, Lord, at the helm, when at last the voyager turns his face to the west’ View all my reviews
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