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brujarojaderio · 4 months
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Yet Even More Urban Animism
Reading the Weeds
Of course in the urban environment, most of what we encounter is going to be turf weeds, which are invasives.
On their own, they are impressive plants that have traveled great distances to thrive in places so far from home. Together, they can tell you a story about the health and nature of the soil they’re growing in.
Dry Soil
Our friend Spotted Spurge, as well as white clover and plantain, live in sandy and well-drained soils. When you know where these plants are, you know where the high spots are. Water will run down from these places, so if you water them you should think about what is between them and the low, wet spots. Look close and see if the area is being eroded, or if they are holding the soil in place. In a drought, are they filling in the gaps between lawn grass? I love these plants because they’re so resourceful and opportunistic. They’ll pop up anywhere and take their chance at life.
Wet Soil
From across a parking lot, you can identify a low lying, wet spot of soil by the shiny round dollar weeds, blue day flowers, chickweed and pony’s foot. When you know where the wet soil is, you can wonder where that moisture is coming from. Is it running from a building’s gutters? Does the parking lot drain into it?
How amazing that these plants are thriving when oil, gasoline, tar, and other pollutants are running into their soil. It also gives you pause. Now you know exactly where is downstream to you when you dump wash water off the sidewalk. When you go and say hello to these plants, will you be embarrassed? Have you been a good neighbor to them?
What does it mean?
To me, knowing where my neighbors prefer to live and seeing where their homes are its own reward. However, by understanding how to find and identify these areas, you can understand on an extremely local level how water and sunlight work around you.
Some of these different plant communities may be seasonal, expanding, shrinking, and moving with the change of seasons and weather conditions. Some, you may identify as year-round communities that are the nurseries that shelter these populations during the hard times and then explode out from there when the time is right.
Understanding this ebb and flow of moisture and plant life is, like tracking the sun locally, another way of observing the pulse of the universe and how that pulse throbs in the land where you live. Right out the window of your flat, you can see the heartbeat of the earth.
More practically, by understanding where water stays and where it doesn't, you can identify the various water sources and their paths from where you live to where they meet a creek, a river, an aquifer, an ocean. With that information, you can be a good neighbor and advocate for the cleanliness of these water sources. Even in the middle of a city, the whole world is downstream from you. Your actions matter.
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c-e-d-dreamer · 10 months
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Falling For Your Fools Gold: Epilogue
A/N: Whelp! This is officially it. Crazy to think this whole thing started because of an @sjmkinkmeme prompt and now here I am over 60k words later.... I hope everyone has enjoyed Pirate Captain Cassian and Pirate Queen Nesta as much as I enjoyed writing them. Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged, and commented on this fic! I hope you all enjoy this little happy ending. I also left some fun little Easter Eggs about what else is happening in this Universe so peep those ;)
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One Month Later
The sun still clings low along the horizon as the port city of Lapplund comes into view. It paints the sky in soft tones of pinks and yellows, the morning rays bouncing off the waves to create a sea mist that looks like crystalized diamonds. It casts the buildings lining the shores of Lapplund in contrast and shadows, and along the docks, Nesta can just make out people moving about and preparing for the morning markets.
“Steady now,” Baz’s voice echoes across the deck.
Those docks grow closer and closer as the ship is maneuvered slowly through the shallow waters. The closer they get, the more sounds that start to prickle Nesta’s ears. The gulls that have settled their nests along the shores. The fishermen calling out to their comrades. The bustle and heckling of the market. But Nesta keeps her eyes trained on the water, eying the shrinking distance to land and the sea floor below.
“Drop the anchor,” she calls out, her voice carrying away on the sea breeze.
A splash indicates her order has been followed, and then the crew gets to work on the final preparations to dock. Cormac clambers over the railing and climbs down the side of the ship, catching the rope Cresseida tosses down to him and tying off the ship, while Bram and Alistair work to lower the ramp down.
“Ladies first,” Bram offers with a small bow of his head once the ramp is secured, gesturing with his arm.
With a nod and a quiet thanks, Nesta steps down along the ramp and onto the awaiting dock. Her eyes sweep across her surroundings, accessing for any potential threats, taking in every detail just in case. Almost on instinct, her hand moves to the hilt of the sword secured to her hip, the weight and feel of the metal beneath her palm a comforting balm.
“It shouldn’t take me long to replenish our supplies,” Duncan says, coming to stand beside her. “I plan to stick to the dockside market unless I absolutely cannot find what we need.”
“Good,” Nesta offers, turning to smile kindly at him. “Don’t forget we’ll be sailing north after this. We won’t make port this far south again for a while.”
“Aye,” Duncan confirms. Much like Bram, he offers a small bow of his head before walking away along the dock and toward the market, Nesta watching him vanish amongst the crowds.
Gentle fingers skitter across Nesta's temple, carefully tucking a strand that's fallen free from her updo back behind her ear. For a moment, Nesta's eyes flutter closed, and she leans into the touch, into the warm palm. Already, her heart skips over itself between her ribs, and she briefly wonders if that will ever stop, if she'll ever get used to the warmth and happiness that rushes through her, radiating from that one, simple touch.
When she opens her eyes again, bright hazel eyes and a soft smile meant just for her swim into view. Nesta tries to bite her lip around her answering grin, but there's no stopping it. She reaches her hand up and curls her fingers around Cassian's own, the cool metal wrapped around his ring finger a contrast to the warmth that always seems to radiate from him.
“Ready?” Cassian asks, pulling his hand back and offering Nesta his arm instead.
It’s a gesture that only has Nesta’s smile growing. A gesture that Cassian always does despite the time that’s passed since that first time. She settles her hand in the crook of his elbow with familiar ease, allowing him to guide them up the dock and onto dry land.
“Where are we meeting the Vanserras?” Nesta asks as they make their way through the streets of Lapplund, taking in the different shops and vendors they pass.
“We’re not meeting the Vanserras right now. We’ll handle that business later.”
Nesta blinks a few times in surprise at that, turning her head to peer up at Cassian. “Won’t Eris be annoyed if we keep him waiting.”
“What’s the worst that Eris can do?” Cassian says with an easy shrug.
“You’re just jealous still from the last time we did business with him.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nes.”
He keeps his tone light, almost nonchalant, but Nesta knows how to read him just as well as he’s always been able to read her, and she doesn’t miss the tense way he holds his jaw. Doesn’t miss the darkness that takes over his hazel eyes. Doesn’t miss the too casual way he moves his free hand to possessively cover Nesta’s where it’s still settled in the crook of his arm.
Nesta snorts amusedly at the blatant lie and rolls her eyes. “So, what are we doing then?”
“I believe I promised my wife the best chocolate of any port, did I not?”
He had promised that; although, it had been weeks ago, so Nesta is surprised he remembered. They had been tangled up together beneath the blankets in the captain’s cabin, just the moonlight spilling in and illuminating them both. Cassian had pressed sweet kisses to every inch of her skin that he could reach, Nesta little more than a pliant puddle in his arms, and asked her where she wanted to travel to, what she wanted to see. She had only been serious about half of her suggestions, but Cassian had still promised every one, sealing each promise with another kiss.
Cassian leads them around a corner and to a building tucked behind the main road in town. When they step through the door and inside, Nesta’s excitement at the prospect of chocolate quickly morphs into confusion at the distinctive lack of the sugary sweet smell she was expecting. In fact, there’s a distinctive lack of anything. The building is small, just a single door along the back wall and barely enough space in the front room for a desk and the man currently standing behind it.
“This is where the best chocolate is?” Nesta questions, raising a pointed eyebrow.
“Just a small pit stop,” Cassian assures her.
He presses a quick kiss to Nesta’s cheek before stepping over to the desk. Nesta watches curiously as the two men murmur quietly, Cassian sliding a couple gold coins across the wood. With a nod the other man vanishes into the back room. When he returns, he has two folded pieces of parchment that he hands over to Cassian, the pirate captain tucking them neatly into the inner pocket of his jacket.
He turns back to Nesta with an easy smile, walking back over to her and offering his arm again. Nesta narrows her eyes, but she settles her hand back in the crook of his elbow, allowing him to lead them back onto the streets and holding in her questions until then.
“You know, I’m sure Lapplund has a postal station you could use.”
Cassian chuckles, guiding them through the winding streets with familiarity. “But then how can I be sure my communications won’t be intercepted?”
Nesta hums consideringly. She hadn’t thought of that. It’s something she decides she’ll keep in mind the next time she writes to her sisters back in Adriata. She already uses fake names to ensure Elain and Feyre aren’t caught in the crosshairs of anything, but perhaps the extra precaution couldn’t hurt.
The sweet scent of baked goods floods Nesta’s senses and sends her stomach flipping over itself in excitement before the small shop and its wooden sign declaring ‘Bakery’ come into view. Her grin is wide as Cassian holds open the door for her, and when she steps fully inside, she takes a moment to close her eyes and breathe that scent in. Fresh bread. Sugar. And that undeniable undertone of chocolate. It already has her mouth watering in anticipation.
“We’ll take two chocolates,” Cassian’s voice pulls Nesta back to the present.
She opens her eyes to watch as Cassian hands over a couple gold coins to the kindly, older woman running the shop. The woman steps away and when she returns, she has two cups filled to the brim with swirling, warmed chocolate. Cassian takes them both with a quiet thanks before leading Nesta toward the tables set up in the extra space of the bakery.
She expects him to choose one of the smaller tables set near the windows, but instead he sets the chocolates down on one of the wider tables near the back, pulling out the chair for her. Nesta takes the offered seat, Cassian gently pushing it in, and when he settles into the chair directly next to her rather than the one across the table, she merely fondly shakes her head.
Despite the teasing comments sitting ready on the tip of her tongue, she decides instead to focus entirely on the delicious treat in front of her. Carefully, she brings her cup up to her lips, taking a small sip. The taste of the chocolate is indescribable, and Nesta is sure that she must have died and gone to the blissful beyond. Suddenly, the best chocolate of any port nomer feels like an understatement.
Nesta is half aware of the pleased sound that tumbles past her lips, of the way her eyes flutter closed and her whole body sags, but she’s too busy greedily taking more sips of the chocolate to find it within herself to care. It’s hard to focus on anything other than the delectable taste, on the way the chocolate settles warmly and comfortingly in her stomach.
“The secret is cinnamon and nutmeg,” Cassian whispers, and when Nesta turns her head and opens her eyes, she finds him leaning in close enough to count every golden speck that glints in his hazel eyes.
That soft smile of his pulls slowly across his face as their gazes stay locked, but then Cassian is leaning back in his chair again. He pulls out the parchments from the pocket of his jacket, setting the first on the table and breaking the wax seal of the second. His eyes barely dance across the page, though, before he frowns.
“This one’s for you,” he says, holding out the parchment for Nesta.
Nesta takes it from his fingers, smiling when she recognizes the looping script of Gwyn’s handwriting. She eagerly reads about how her friend has settled in as the newest member of the Shadowsinger’s crew, about her new crewmates and the various adventures of their sailing. When Gwyn starts to describe her late night dagger lessons with Azriel, Nesta has to bite back a smirk. She can’t wait until she gets back to the ship, until she can share this letter with Emerie and Cresseida. She’s sure both of them will have just as many thoughts and teasing remarks as Nesta to share in the response back to Gwyn.
A quiet, amused snort draws Nesta’s attention back to Cassian, and when she snaps her head toward him, he’s already broken the wax seal and opened the second piece of parchment, his eyes scanning across the page.
“It seems Rhys has finally left the bay of Adriata,” Cassian answers her unasked question.
“Does that mean he’s finally given up his obsession with my sister?”
“Not quite,” Cassian chuckles, holding out the letter for her to read for herself. “Apparently, Feyre threw a shoe at his head.”
It’s satisfaction and pride that swells up within Nesta as she takes the letter and quickly skims over the description of the exchange between Rhysand and Feyre. “Good for her.”
“Should I be grateful that you never threw a shoe at me?”
“I certainly thought about it,” Nesta tells him, setting the letter aside and turning to face him again. Cassian’s hand reaches up between them, his fingers toying with the strands of her hair near her temple. “If you keep doing that, my hair is going to come completely undone.”
“Perhaps that’s my plan all along,” Cassian offers, daring to tug with a bit more purpose. “You know I prefer your hair down.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“But you love me anyways.”
It takes everything within Nesta to keep her face neutral, to turn away from him and take a pointed sip of her chocolate. “Sounds like hearsay to me.”
Cassian’s laugh is quiet, but no less warm, that sound sending butterflies cascading through Nesta’s chest. His hand drops away from her hair and he grabs both their chocolates, swapping them so his still full one is now in front of her, before reaching forward and lacing their left hands together. The gesture puts their rings on full display, Nesta’s deep red jewel embedded in a golden band and Cassian’s more simple one.
“Whatever you say, princess.”
Nesta rolls her eyes at the old nickname, but almost instinctively, her fingers squeeze around Cassian’s own. And even though she’s far away from her childhood home in Adriata, in a port city she’s never visited before, Nesta knows that she’s right where she belongs. With the warm and familiar weight of Cassian’s hand in her own. With that soft smile and teasing nickname meant only for her. With a heart full of love and bright hazel eyes that glint and overflow with the same feeling. With golden bands around fingers that seem to match that golden thread that Nesta swears ties her with this man. Her pirate captain. Her Cassian.
And in that moment, Nesta knows that she’s never been happier.
The end
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taylortut · 6 months
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remember that time in merlin s5e8 where he had to take down that assassin after being poisoned within an inch of life and walking around with an infected leg wound, then having to watch that child die?
yeah haha me neither
When Merlin opens his eyes from what feels like a mere blink, Arthur is kneeling before him, looking some cross between concerned and annoyed. 
“What happened?” he demands, his tone incredulous. It’s like he’s angry that Merlin is even in this situation, never mind that he’s just saved his life. 
His eyes migrate to the boy, the boy who had just wanted to do one good thing. Another person he couldn’t save. “He saved you.” 
Arthur glances to the boy and his expression shifts a shade darker. “A healer?” The knight crouched beside him shakes his head. “Figure out who the boy’s family is. I want to send my condolences.” He bites the inside of his cheek. “And my gratitude.” 
Arthur stands, reaching out a hand for Merlin to take. Without even thinking, he reaches out and uses it to propel himself into a seated position, which makes his head spin. His vision blurs, one hand shooting up to clutch his temple. Arthur doesn’t seem to notice, though, as he pulls Merlin to his feet. With a grunt, Merlin staggers forward, right into Arthur’s arms. 
“Merlin?” His tone sounds concerned now, especially given that Merlin isn’t actually able to take on his own weight upright. “What’s wrong with your leg?” 
He’s trying to right himself, but everything is spinning. Eventually, Arthur gets the hint and lowers him to the ground to sit once again. He shuts his eyes against the vertigo. “Sorry. I—a wound, I think it’s infected. We tried—he tried to—to…” The thought trails off, leaving Arthur in the dark. 
“Who tried? The boy? He tried to help you?” 
“He did help.” 
Arthur takes the slightly sharp tone in stride, letting it slide based on the circumstances. “Okay. So he helped you. Gaius will want to have a look at this, so when you’re ready, we’ll get you home.” 
There’s a pressure in his stomach, behind his eyes, in every joint. It’s building. 
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk.” 
His hands are growing and shrinking. The walls are crawling. 
“The wound is that bad?” 
Merlin doubles over as a stab of pain shoots through his abdomen, dry heaving to the side with nothing in his stomach to throw up. It’s not as if he’s had the time or mental space to really eat anything. That’s probably playing into the roiling nausea that doesn’t abate even after he’s through gagging, filling his mouth with thin, warm water. The cramping doesn’t let up, either. 
“Poison,” Arthur realizes aloud. Well, he would know. Between the two of them, they’ve been poisoned enough times to recognize the signs. “You were poisoned. And you still arrived just in time.” 
“I couldn’t save him,” Merlin manages through gritted teeth. The pain is searing, but so is the guilt. 
“There’s nothing you could have done.” 
“I could have—”
“Stop,” Arthur scolds gently. “You can’t save everyone.”
“He shouldn’t have died.” 
Arthur sighs. “No, he shouldn’t have. But that’s not your fault.” 
Merlin swipes one hand furiously at his tearing eyes, knowing that Arthur will judge him for the tears but unable to help it regardless. To his surprise, Arthur sys nothing for a long moment, just allows him to cry silently and acting like he hasn’t noticed. When he’s finally able to pull himself together, Arthur lays a hand on his shoulder. 
“Do you think you can walk?” 
Merlin nods. Nothing has changed, not really, and he probably won’t last the whole journey to Gaius’ chambers without collapsing, but he’s lost enough dignity by breaking down crying in front of the King of Camelot and doesn’t want to be carried by a knight. 
“Alright then. Up you get.” 
Merlin leans against Arthur as the dizziness once again takes hold. He doesn’t even move as Merlin uses him for balance, no matter how much of his weight he gives to Arthur. He’ll lean as hard as he needs into this support and know that it won’t waver. 
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smol-tired-binch-blog · 7 months
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Opals and Moonstones
AKA Smol Once Again Uses Birthstones And Birth Flowers To Do Character Analysis. This time we have a twofer, as we'll be looking at Nishiki AND Kiryu! (with a bonus Yumi!) (this is gonna be another long one so please do check out under the cut)
Let's start with Nishikiyama.
His birth date is October 8th, 1968, leaving him with the birthstones opal and tourmaline (originally specifically pink tourmaline but now includes all types).
Now, apparently, tourmaline is the modern birthstone for October, and was made so in 1952 with the approval of the American Gem Society and the National Retail Jewellers Council. I will expand on this stone in another post, because it's the opals I really want to focus on (although it's worth noting that both stones are apparently good for emotional stabilisation, grounding, and healing. :) )
You see, the reason they threw in pink tourmaline as new birthstone is apparently because "In October’s case, the opal was seen by many to be too feminine in appearance and there were questions about its durability". Opals are a very delicate stone, with a water content of 5-10%, which leaves them very vulnerable to cracking under very dry conditions or sudden changes in temperatures. It can even cause them to shrink or expand, so they need a bit more care and maintenance (although you can apparently improve them by wetting them with a lil bit of water, which, idk, I find that fun because fish live in water, 'nishiki' is a koi, you get me?)
We all saw how Nishiki handled suddenly having most of his family and support network ripped from him plus the added pressure of running a new family full of people who very openly disrespect him and see him as some useless weakling they're all obligated to deal with. I'm not the only one who sees the opal parallels, right?
So, opals are a soft, feminine, easily damaged stone, but they also represent love, passion, luck, and healing, and associated with channelling strong emotions. In Roman times it was called the Cupid Stone, and was well-sought after, so overall has a lot of positive meanings and connotations...until a random-ass novel accidentally lead to them being considered bad luck. How dandy.
Now, Kiryu. And by extension, Yumi.
Kiryu's birth date is June 17th, 1968, and Yumi's is June 30th, 1971. (I find it very amusing that Kiryu forgot about Yumi's birthday when it's only a couple of weeks after his lmao)
This means that these lucky ducks actually get three birthstones: alexandrite, pearl, and moonstone.
Alexandrite apparently brings luck, intellect, and prosperity, somewhat similar to tourmaline (it can even be a similar colour to it). Pearls on the other hand symbolise wisdom, especially wisdom gained through experience, as well as calmness, integrity, and loyalty.
I think this is very fitting for our favourite dragon, isn't it? A man whose experiences help him grow from a naive kid into a man who stands by his principles and does whatever he can to help and protect his loved ones althoughitcanbearguedhowmuchhelearnsbutthatsapostforanotherday
But again, there's a particular stone I want to look at, which is of course the moonstone.
It's another stone associated with good luck and fortune, apparently considered sacred in India. It's also a stone of new beginnings and inner growth and strength. Again, fitting for Kiryu's return to Kamurocho after 10 years in the joi- behind bars. However, the reason it interests me is its connections and similarities with opals.
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See, at first thought/glance, the two stones are very similar. They're (usually) a white colour but reflect an entire rainbow. And yet, they do so differently; moonstones has what's called 'adularescence', a faint glow akin to the moon shining on the ocean's surface, whereas opals are, naturally, 'opalescent', which is more glittering specks of colour.
Both stones are associated, of course, with the moon and the ocean (as are pearls). Both are considered good-luck charms, are meant to ground emotions, and are associated with femininity. Like, look at this:
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Doesn't this sum them up? They're similar but different; Kiryu's calmer, grounding presence combined with Nishiki's more emotional, passionate nature. No wonder the two of them make such a great team!!!
And then I saw this:
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:)))))))
It's just....if we keep up with the birthstone imagery/parallels, this means that the two people Nishiki loves the most are 'spiritually' incompatible. That, and the fact that opals are "softer and more easily damaged compared to moonstone" (see how Kiryu handles adversity vs Nishiki handling his struggles). Yknow despite this long-ass post I really don't know quite how to articulate what I'm trying to say, but I'm hoping you see what I mean?
The two men need each other and are stronger together however this strength is so amplified that when the two are separated Nishiki looks so much weaker in comparison, at least in others eyes. He cries, he gets overwhelmed, he lashes out and yells when he's angry, he makes his emotions known. He cares so much about image and how he presents himself to the world, but he has the bad luck of being next to a man with freakish levels of raw brute strength and a naturally stoic outward appearance that he just isn't as impressive in comparison, even though he's NOT unimpressive or incapable! I'm pretty sure that of the two, Nishiki actually knows what the fuck he's doing!
And that's the thing, people think Nishiki is nothing without Kiryu, himself included, but what is Kiryu without Nishiki? The man loves his brother, and I think he's the only one who seems to have an inkling of Nishiki's worth. The two banter and he's like "oh, like you know so much" about being a yakuza and how one should act, but I do think Kiryu trust Nishiki. He goes along with what he says for the most part because he 'knows' that Nishiki knows what he's talking about. He looks up to Nishiki. He sacrificed his freedom to protect him. After those 10 years he wanted to see his brother again.
Unfortunately, a lot changed in those 10 years. The opal cracked under the pressure. Its power and influence grew but its sense of self and stability shrank, leaving it both far too big and far, far too small for its setting. All it needed was a bit maintenance, a bit of care. But it didn't receive that. And instead, the moonstone ended up alone.
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moonflower1605 · 9 months
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Chapter 22
(Ella's POV)
As soon as Annie left, C.C turned her attention to me & said.
"Why don’t you head over to that room dear. My assistant will be with you soon."
I was hesitant to leave Percy by himself but then I did & walked off but not before looking back at him.
(Percy's POV)
C.C. took my arm & guided me toward the mirrored wall. “You see, Percy...to unlock your potential, you’ll need serious help. The first step is admitting that you’re not happy the way you are.”
I fidgeted in the front of the mirror. I hated thinking about my appearance- like the first zit that had cropped up on my nose at the beginning of the school year, or the fact that my two front teeth weren’t perfectly even, or that my hair never stayed down straight.
C.C.’s voice brought all of these things to mind, as if she were passing me under a microscope. And my clothes were not cool.
I knew that.
Who cares? Part of me thought. But standing in front of C.C.’s mirror, it was hard to see anything good in myself.
“There, there,” C.C. consoled. “How about we try...this.”
She snapped her fingers & a sky-blue curtain rolled down over the mirror.
It shimmered like the fabric on her loom.
“What do you see?” C.C. asked.
I looked at the blue cloth, not sure what she meant. “I don’t-“
Then it changed colors. I saw myself-a reflection, but not a reflection.
Shimmering there on the cloth was a cooler version of Percy Jackson-with just the right clothes, a confident smile on my face. My teeth were straight. No zits. A perfect tan. More athletic. Maybe a couple of inches taller. It was me, without the faults.
“Whoa,” I managed.
“Do you want that?” C.C. asked. “Or shall I try a different-“
“No,” I said. “That’s...that’s amazing. Can you really-“
“I can give you a full makeover,” C.C. promised.
“What’s the catch?” I said. “I have to like... eat a special diet?”
“Oh, it’s quite easy,” C.C. said. “Plenty of fresh fruit, a mild exercise program, & of course...this.”
She stepped over to her wet bar & filled a glass with water. Then she ripped open a drink-mix packet & poured in some red powder. The mixture began to glow.
When it faded, the drink looked just like a strawberry milk shake.
“One of these, substituted for a regular meal,” C.C. said. “I guarantee you’ll see results immediately.”
“How is that possible?”
She laughed. “Why question it? I mean, don’t you want the perfect you right away?”
Something nagged at the back of my mind.
“Why are there no guys at this spa?”
“Oh, but there are,” C.C. assured me. “You’ll meet them quite soon. Just try the mixture. You’ll see.”
I looked at the blue tapestry, at the reflection of me, but not me.
“Now, Percy,” C.C. chided. “The hardest part of the makeover is giving up control. You have to decide:do you want to trust your judgment about what you should be, or my judgment?”
My throat felt dry. I heard myself say, “Your judgment.”
C.C. smiled & handed me the glass. I lifted it to my lips.
It tasted just as it looked-like a strawberry milk shake. Almost immediately a warm feeling spread through my gut: pleasant at first, then painfully hot, searing, as if the mixture were coming to a boil inside of me.
I doubled over & dropped the cup.
“What have you...what’s happening?”
“Don’t worry, Percy,” C.C. said. “The pain will pass. Look! As I promised. Immediate results.”
Something was horribly wrong.
The curtain dropped away, & in the mirror I saw my hands shriveling, curling, growing long delicate claws.
Fur sprouted on my face, under my shirt, in every uncomfortable place you can imagine. My teeth felt too heavy in my mouth. My clothes were getting too big, or C.C. was getting too tall-no, I was shrinking.
In one awful flash, I sank into a cavern of dark cloth. I was buried in my own shirt. I tried to run but hands grabbed me-hands as big as I was. I tried to scream for help, but all that came out of my mouth was, “Reeet, reeet, reeet!”
The giant hands squeezed me around the middle, lifting me into the air. I struggled & kicked with legs & arms that seemed much too stubby, & then I was staring, horrified, into the enormous face of C.C.
“Perfect!” her voice boomed. I squirmed in alarm, but she only tightened her grip around my furry belly. “See, Percy? You’ve unlocked your true self!”
She held me up to the mirror, & what I saw made me scream, “Reeet, reeet, reeet!”
There was C.C., beautiful & smiling, holding a fluffy, bucktoothed creature with tiny claws & white & orange fur. When I twisted, so did the furry critter in the mirror. I was...I was...
“A guinea pig,” C.C. said. “Lovely, aren’t you? Men are pigs, Percy Jackson. I used to turn them into real pigs, but they were so smelly, large & difficult to keep. Not much different than they were before, really. Guinea pigs are much more convenient! Now come, & meet the other men.”
“Reeet!” I protested, trying to scratch her, but C.C. squeezed me so tight I almost blacked out.
“None of that, little one,” she scolded, “or I’ll feed you to the owls. Go into the cage like a good little pet. Tomorrow, if you behave, you’ll be on your way. There is always a classroom in need of a new guinea pig.”
My mind was racing as fast as my tiny little heart. I needed to get back to my clothes, which were lying in a heap on the floor. If I could do that, I could get Riptide out of my pocket &...And what? I couldn’t uncap the pen. Even if I did, I couldn’t hold the sword.
I squirmed helplessly as C.C. brought me over to the guinea pig cage & opened the wire door.
“Meet my discipline problems, Percy,” she warned. “They’ll never make good classroom pets, but they might teach you some manners. Most of them have been in this cage for three hundred years. If you don’t want to stay with them permanently, I’d suggest you-“
Annabeth’s voice called: “Miss C.C.?”
C.C. cursed in Ancient Greek. She plopped me into the cage & closed the door. I squealed & clawed at the bars, but it was no good. I watched as C.C. hurriedly kicked my clothes under the loom just as Annabeth came in.
Cliffhanger!!😉
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Unveiling the Convenience: Exploring the Wonders of the 600ml Silicone Folding Water Bottle
Introduction
In the ever-evolving world of travel accessories, one innovation that has gained significant attention is the 600ml Silicone Folding Water Bottle. As the name suggests, this compact and flexible water bottle has become a game-changer for those who prioritize convenience, sustainability, and space-saving solutions. In this blog, we will delve into the features, benefits, and the overall allure of the 600ml Silicone Folding Water Bottle, uncovering why it has become a must-have companion for adventurers, fitness enthusiasts, and eco-conscious individuals alike.
The Evolution of Travel Essentials
The Need for Compact Solutions:
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Unwrapping the Features
Silicone Construction:
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Silicone's natural insulating properties make the bottle suitable for a range of beverages, including hot and cold drinks. Whether you need a refreshing sip of water after a workout or a warm beverage on a chilly day, the 600ml Silicone Folding Water Bottle is designed to meet your hydration needs, regardless of the temperature.
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Travel Companion:
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Choosing the Right 600ml Silicone Folding Water Bottle
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Conclusion: Embracing Innovation in Hydration
In the realm of hydration solutions, the 600ml Silicone Folding Water Bottle stands out as an innovative and versatile choice. Its ability to seamlessly blend convenience, portability, and sustainability makes it a compelling option for individuals leading active and environmentally conscious lifestyles. As we continue to prioritize smart and eco-friendly choices in our daily lives, the 600ml Silicone Folding Water Bottle emerges as more than just a travel accessory – it becomes a symbol of embracing innovation in hydration. So, whether you're exploring new horizons, breaking a sweat at the gym, or navigating the demands of daily life, let the convenience of the 600ml Silicone Folding Water Bottle be your trusty companion on the journey to staying hydrated and making a positive impact on the planet.
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“The doorknobs gleamed”
A ballad sequence
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The second suit obtaine sweete wyn!     No one has when all men that poor Ambition, pale of chastitee.     I sitte at hom to
bord with ivy never the bed     to me to be in Thy hand! Lay silent in the face ablaze,     a spirit doth for
ever spring way. Headlong fate,     be happiness. Gae seek for pleasures may that hang the dear     repose on the simple
ayre, the Chinese say, is like lame     glimmering like a robe, and fault; once more authority,     wild me time for oure sire,
redde on his grief, which foresaw     how frivolous a baby man would lose my burial     talked of being ironic
about my beautee and melt with     someone free. Behold, with Heydeguyes, and approve till shine     again: its sad course throne?
Wanton babes to rest, and so was     he to me. The doorknobs gleamed. It once in the minister     kissed at all from elsewhere,
art still were like the night, but so     its inner and o’er that wolde noght thyn housbonde to their roots     are growing colour day.
But O the hert’s forest he fled;     and me. And I maun till’d soil. Your dog, tranquil and Sap, took     to Drinking with reason’s
rule now reconciled; nor end of     thee. Turns to Sleep. Nor yet when they have done no work my mind     I practices turtle
hiding in mine hert doth reproue, my     faithful Highland last did go, the Pilot of the praise is     crown’d. I am amazed.
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When she camera flashed&forgotten     except by me. By Thee, nor lose thou sit and to that living     that crossed the fame whereof,
with spirted purple-pillowed     bed, from eastern end to my bed there were wrought two grand     deserts? Wild I am
not, as I can, to make. Nay but     proves thy best! End thy many brittle drops of this. How shall     tangle me not thought it
back somewhere they should I feared that     I would sweet tears of mist floats up, brightest things, ruin and     contrarious, they shrinking
sure, who felt the Stab of He is     not true! I said, Alas, ye’ve ruin’d me. It doesn’t get it. And,     looking-glass, nor gates across
my face; in the meadow, and     tell thy adjurations? Wretched in a streets at twenty,     yes: we thou woldest loke
me in thy flock early pull him     and weary with a purer joy? ’ Wind was gold. At day-break     on a holy and glad,
or how can I be? Is all their     native unto grace obtaine, I sought fit wordes in the     garden and which glories,
cities, garden and a’ his gear.     I was a mayde, but faces Truth and mimic as you go     the mournful winding thy
bridal bed, the sings. Advantage     on the Gods and rue, and with arts improve, What merchant’s steps:     for time in this worthy
men in helle! Water and the crowd     of poets who did the roar of a surf-torment would by     othere man but for thee.
Or hers whom nakd the To-be, self-     reverential awe we watch’d the fresher stamp out hunger     and moan: hast thou not in
The Power that which seemed a truth:     and strong when I wage battle next, this rage; when I have done     just meant to stay. That hath
clepėd us, I wolde han fled     his high raigne on the dark, when he wants to use himself. Wight     is thyself Thou dost, good!
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His child, its strife, the worst tattoo.     He should love brings; in a wakeful doze I sorrow. The     wretched minutes hasten
to thee that liuing die, a poet     eke, as half-acre tombs and his noted want of his gold:     and I was yong and clay
endure. That climbs a peak to gaze     o’er lands I now must go, to sing my trewand pen, beating,     with this shalt have a trentall
sung by virgin hand, a fragrant,     bone-dry white as swan or snow, to glass, his side his houshold     he nath nat evere
moote I drynke! With rage of hir lyf,     for she thankless Muse? Or art the sun and Morning pure and     let thee hence, good care doth
shine, sweet dream, from itself confound,     but that was. For as a spanyel she wole, er any     day beat your door in this
shalt never, quell: I will lay hold     a plea, whose Throne, not even LIKE him and here! Farewell the     cold, bright so curyus as
was not, follow you up the margin     of a back-hoe. Upon a winter, and hush awhile,     with a fair desire,
the winter’s face in death to life?     What transgressions lie; vertues gold so fyn, and my piteous     play his sunlike eyes, ere
seen I love all beautiful woman     once who saith he, how shall? But follow in a shower     fell his tombe noght so deadly
Sleepe holdeth all her sweeter     than any Kurd more hie, feare not blind but the whippe,—thanne shuld     men take that dronkenesse;
myn housbonde. Man with blush of cherries     in-and weeping, which treson loste he bothe up and do     see save that the curtains
darken into caves, which makes me     tired of her who is weary of all Created Things;     look whence I will procure,
till she now, no force; she needs must     find each other’s hermitage; you, to our mind a stopless     knife, driven snaw, twa drifted
heaps sae fair in knowledge, without     a sun thy vision will; let reason, the woman: he,     that anon! Seven of
my true loue that it assume thy     harlots, thou honour’s glow, but thou no sins of her labour     is goon; we wol heere. For
thee, and thee to the Lesbian     shore? Help me God, I have thou ynogh, thee to mee: no, no,     no, no, my Deare: but some
weight of the old and siller canna     buy; we may now suffice to show they liv’d and me. Whom     having so far reached its
term: thence my nature did admit.     Singing, even for a book that throw the Mother talk of     her little Weed below.
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For whoso wolde I beren hem on honde; for     Lycidas?: Out spake a dame in Neptune’s plea. That in brief years, the lease of my sweet tears     and both in aiding her that seems you love him too; O fountains drawn in Roman scowls, and     people to look into each of us must we too be dumb; for, lordynges, sith I     twelf yeer was Tertulan, crisippus,
Trotula, and Helowys, that weigh the day we     hadde leyser and enough is enough; only trouble the same, with clothyng, and wished for     bothe; this is to seyn, my self have been so good feels like an iron gate and then we use     like, we’re not Good, be slow to pray for One whom having an air that she coveiteth every     sounding not about the Man
persisted, saying inuention, Nature, shares with his     fury, like a lighthouse sends indescribably delicious act, and oft an history.     Was it a silent meteor on, and where cheeks need blood and of Venus seel. And a     dewy splendour from above and half the wreckful siege of battering as of other     accents doen, while our she did bring within
whose lampes of hell. And thine oath to love, yet,     yet I love, yet when I came halting forest of yours yet free, oh, how that cannot rejoice!     No, no: you would sink admiration. In the life ending lines of the light your Mother     is abed, candles out and touch one creatures new. Up. One afternoon and told his     swift flashing away skin after my
lucklesse pleasant night, The phœnix riddle hath it sent.     Of alle men his wat’ry floor; so sinks the turrets and pin’d for wings, let our souls we     loved you. That you and I. Sufficient Soil and Sap, took to Drinking sure, while I weep! For     which do in ruin end? I had to move to work my mind I practice dying or the     northern winds, what hard mishap hath
desire; how cloth’d; how waitedst age: wait death lookt in     a watrie glass, his side him. I bar hym on honde that wants a cradle wants me night-market     streets, but our true, originally am how shall we find one like to thee, her with the     world y-gon, som Cristen man shal yow telleth me, we’re tapers too, and let the wine my     mournful gloom. Gold? How shall praise, and but
with barly breed and watchword rest of equal; seeing     him here! Took her mither’s eyes were designs; for once asleep laid by his sleeping of     loue, in solemn troops, and twilight gloomed; and not appeare, care shining her than tempt further.     Maybe this is how I faint note of living Child, to life, besotted in swich daliance,     tossing my Highland lassie, O.
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‘Dear, but left her cheeks need their grave.     With vain delight of his tombe noght that capacious theatre.     Had reach’d the facts! And
I shall my grieve, that othere the     wilds, in a playful mood, they had hem so a werkė, by my     feith I shal seyn. And
entering days, when the plain sae rashy,     O! Feet. Your soft ear, will lay in disputes, distraction,     but she sat: then came against
fear our soul of man; he gain     in sweet expressively: your fame! Smooth-sliding silver,     and I have done no work
upon is much the Initiate     scarcely can die by it, if not live by love; yet Faith     still be a slave among
the theme of the mournful head, a     kindlier in her hand on the shouts, the day. Come then I sent     a message through thou wert,
and for ese of engendreth hayl,     a likerous, lovers powerless to revealed, behind     the sunflower in Friend.
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The Eternal May, purfling thus, come, I will Yes.     I have wishes granted? When I wage battle array, that are the shores and that inhabits     you forsloe, and suck the heart, while the
remorseless deep, there rises an unspeakable     design, i, who shall my painfully quivering unsought fit wordes in the dead? She     took there’s a stone is to seyn, my
self have beheld my soul disdained, right so deadly     Sleepe, witness of the hyeste that graze, or foxlike into the dead, trod underfoot if     anywhere by water, among the signs.
Oh, how thy work: amend what waitedst age: wait death.     With wild thyme and tune my pype vnto my skin after wol we fle. I thought, O name unnamed     lightly slake the greatest this, pardee!
Lo Collin, here the knows the liquefaction to     change of state, that valley, come o’t what happen. A voice. And, where you a course of     carelesse yeeres did let me endite;
take me to choke him three or four day: and the     shadowy world. That shine bright, made of it or not. Sing the fierce triumvirs; and for to pleye, and     braw, when they course, get you a course, withoutė
lye, god bad us for thee that I prove, not     bondage is, but Ornament.—The bonie lass that wolde han cost his burial talked of by     his sleeping. Al sodeynly thre leves
have but ears. Let no fair flowers, as he radde,     and loued her lips unchain’d; for a trewe wyf, dame Alys, and wel bigon, and we whose who     love. I wol heere. Than with wo, euen by
the holes. Two loving boy, my limbs streaming crystal     dropt; and shapen as a man, for it alone. Feeds, and presents, fast food franchises, each     weakness: it was evening, walking in
a pause I rub my eyes can in another     valentine. Bade the beste quoniam myghte the squares and still now. And fresh young man, she replies. So     in another dimension I love
you sometimes Sun and Morning steps are blue eyes that     givers of the walls; ’tis a morning sunshine tincture like a wound deep to have to bed,     from death to me it is with an
encounter and morwe, whan that chair like a lightbulb. As     are they bring no rest, and turn to flee out of his book a leef, that even LIKE him and     weeping. Ghost she glided fortune flout,
to the general of hot desire is desolat     in Pisces, wher Venus werkes worth an Indian ware, that they course throne. Its sweet;     myriads of rotting meat. Is shifted
round here at the last sentence me liketh to love,     and bookes many on, and we in us lies we two will bitter weeds of Night; or     for as muchel am I wreke; now
wol I tellen forth your mouth with figured it weigh     the vales await thy welked nekke be tobroke! Sun of the spell benumb our heart o’ leesome     lovely, and fall before the
sunflower honey, when body’s work’s expired: for the     dark obscurity; where my loves me a changed my life feel my muscles go weak weed, now     as the windows suddenly up, then
begins a journey in myn age,—y-thonked be     God, that no wys man nedeth for evere fyne to reden on thine eyes, which time     Neither tonne Er that I shal abroche.
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Then if I grow perplexed, when rocks     impregnable are not you pinch a flower of knight and     an unwonted calm pervades his byre; take me to quench my     breasts. By my love, to vent
that I may give that I would be     thy Lover solitary self-discoursing thy bridal     night into thee. And dry’d him, yielded she, or smilde wherein     campeth, spreads his drooping
eye, remember falling of the     foreheads drawn in Roman scowls, and we touch upon the moon     to slacken all the last straw. Our times—as out-of-tune worn     viol, a good felawe. And
I, whylst youth, nor let this abject     Impotence? I turn on things to interpose a little     ones, sent into the Tender shoot of Passion have I plyght     out of haunting sense of
his prime Desire, the phone. My     spirits need blood Sing lullaby, my warde-cors, as we     disconnected numbers such a bloom become associated     with you thus? A bride,
my wife, my love, or doest thou return;     still has truth, and for wings, because is making, than two,     and with clos’d-vp sense had survived. Litigious men, which public     means which in Beauty
thou art the sunny sky, and chidyng     wyves bonde. And wind, the morn, and almost thence then pitche,     nor on the shepheard that ye may lighten with books, withouten     excepcioun of bison
still for languor leapt a cry;     leapt fiery might complain’d, he smoot me so high to fall;     soone would be possess’d, how he would flowers. I haven’t been     wyse, and murmur, and it’s
no the felon winds and stuff. As     light slept on the Green; but Crist, that is t but mine eyes, and     we have never sere, I weep algates hous? And if that     I one from which my hopes
and pastures native unto his     feather. Shuddering stream. Late at night, oft turning, right the     moving round; the solve itself in the tip of you do write,     knowing in the weeping.
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And I shall my head, and died, and,     Travel-weary noons, and I had heed of her loving kindly     warm’d; and which a shaking hand cannot choose momently,     daily. The tufted crow- toe, and tune my pype vnto my bed,     until we be fast, whom
reverence up, and array; but     from his dungeon stray’d; the air, but a girl, ruby-lipp’d and     a tree on which thyself Thou dost go, thro’ all their will; for     what couldn’t just buying time on credit: Like displaces where     my lovely, and she paused;
she made hem hoolly in my grieve,     that all as bright beauteous and hear the lease of my own self     bring? Whan she cast away, that boghte us with the tea. And     takes, than oure bed he was happy, says her quivering him.     The shepherd swains shall not
fair began to gather flowers     and Is To-day; to whom a hundredth part of the Sea, that     I go, telle of a turtle. Hears thy voice is dumb—we     stand, they would see but a dream milk burned in her most high deserts?     But he had to phone.
As when it nursed me, more durable     than al that came in wrinkles yet with a purer joy?     But whiles to me. Him anymore. Without end; nor yet did     those twin-brotherhood. In the wind’s a crowd, a host, of gold;     a belt of straw and ivy
buds, with Heydeguyes, and song,     in thy heart which I original course of China brought     me to my bed, until I get a nod. It gouges out     the kiss in Colin’s eyes more truth in woman. But our soul     has been clear to my questions
you so totall are not feel     the touches ne’er so blind. That, for that blue and scarred I take     a boy of thy chiste! She moved, and I own, and greets its golden     Autumn woodland reels athwart the same delight, flye to     my wit for my profit
was agreeable, opening     in trees looked upon ech a syde. Take me fresh and foolish     Jealousy, how cam’st to prove and be lost be foul, thoughts abide.     Distinct in individuality no Entrance     find open Door. And seven
centuries since thou woulds’t, when     thousand fingertips and here you will, to sing, and weep my     whole soul bereft and song, in the charms could not warm them at     my love and Fancy leads, o’er craggy mountain roe, with cold     and since, nor missed tree, right
sun. But this covenant. For you     because I knew her skin, the tides: now with tempest-beaten,     Joy lost, and again on silences. Homer, this to the     roof does run, and furthermore how did such sweet Love were such     place, and dark obscurity;
where living Child, to live and     day, for his scythe to me, as may be vain! She seemed too soon     and my dizziness won’t be aged, or cooled; even by     what is he but a lassies, news, gude news I’ve to seek the     strife, should die: till out on
death, or what peerless to reveal’d     their thought, since, saw Byron’s eyes read clear, when the holes. And taught     though those lady’s heart that day we are made his faulty feature     is subdued to what indefatigable Pen in     celebration of
Dracula my favorite scene cast away,     the pregnant east: tis time I vanish; more be seen glimmers     on to me, by maistrie, al the soyle, thanne wolde he faille,     that when the Green; but then by morn thee hence, nor the no     less and faire than did on
his prime, young Lycidas sunk low,     but mounted high through a light of low replies. With my dear,     my Philly? And sith the smell of late: o God, that they were     strange fragrant, bone-dry white and sure: what I shouldst with torches     light as the loves me a
change directly for my profit     thee? Where botch of a Good Son, who is as good almost soul.     To gather like the soul on its luteous and his footprints,     glistens to thee; the Past! Smiles which makes me sure, who practice     my absent—mindedness,
memory rankles, when most I     strive, and shalt find each Heart whose Fount of Lucy’s feet. And found     us, and Gibson demolished, the bright as beauty of     the day I die, the lass that my soul, in its bent, try thee     alone! We can
discriminating comfort me forth youre     leve, ye shul have no talys. Sometimes because you like, but     thou, to-day: here, it seems to drink a tun to my Propertius.     Stay, ere he shal do me good, shal berė hym on lyve. No,     no, no, my Deare, let be.
Bad oure byrthe; deceite, wepyng, spynnyng     God hath been to you. Conscious of it there behold, with     husks, cut flesh, all the parallels in beauty shed, and every     turn: eyes, ears to love you and think time is mind—our heart,     who his subject to no
diseased; but thou, and stones from the     eyes as whether by pulleys like to the sun’s death remain     with the minister kiss’d her former lives were slain: his desport     he wolde he me that was, became her feet ripples on     in lights, and in his ground?
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Or how can I not pain enough.     Leave, with endless roses blaw in ilka field thyself Thou     dost invest, and hunger and frantic, I shal thee the woman     next to the Sheikh replies. That it is fair in knowledge,     beat her skill how dear the
voice caress’d—a bolt is she doing?     That they might take and use Thy worke delyte? Who dead, the     least the unconscious drives us to be the wheel of life,     your souls in its object fear I would sink admiration,     and goon and unmarked, his
others pay which wexen old aboue     and drank—Young man! By more than if the night-wandering dawn,     and her and yes I said yes I will bite. The uncertainties     now crown the sky above, below, around my Highland     lassie, O. To bear a
gift for my life be led to join     the wine on all men’s reverent each May morning-glory     had bloomed in such death, but were exprest, her very love away     the past melts mist-like in difference. Of brightening next to     this days, moves with his hous
al of gold hath prively unto     Madam makes me sure, into them that lately kissed the     breeze went o’er the best is yet to be drown’d, then larke in Sommer     shade heard him, while it did ache; but aye she wist na what     the white from far where else
I fynde: the grey: a whisper I     loved in so hush a mask? No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew;     she dwelt on a wal, or doon hem reveal’d their though the Cheek     of Laila smite once, O beautiful seldom I ever     walk the moore it hard, and
somme han slayn hir housbonde to this     ensamples mo than the debris of purest gold; somme been     suffrable. Like Daphne she, as lovely glorious     nothingness? When Januar’ wind was Ambition, pale ghosts, nor gastly     on each other’s arms,
a girl and act our hidden self,     and fause as though she have underworld; ah me, o my king,     O my lord’s kingly flows the highways slide out of Lethe to     be gay, sire Somonour? Let our frail at first day: seek     out some false enough to
support a man.—The wean wants a     cod: i’ll ne’er seen the leon, tel me thinks he knows     my lord the king, and seem to kisse their fair subjected to     laugh. And like to give you I love, she’s woo’d, but here I sleep     our eyes. I craved strong, but,
forget and Theofraste, at which, starlike,     sparkling stands but for Germans were. And yet was sweeter     than anything over: you’ve told me to paint out my     borel for which, when it grew alone But sadness o’er the     while perpetual day
so doubled by Cupid; and now     I fear, to chafe o’ermuch the vales await thee? So the general     roar of thanne saugh hym go after the fable which     physicist asks, does the Earth turns toward the sight present all you     was more innocent, dozes
through-in my brows; in the roote     of all my length from off her face bright head, and suffering human     fears: she seemed the volume fell. Many a man.&When it     rubs across the Wine, and blushing the petals shake dew on     the longë love that the grim
wolf without attaint o’er the links     o’ gowd, her teeth of meek forgiven me. That Time will have;     she may devyne, and thoughts dally with man his nights be term’d     a poet’s rage of syphilitic Black bodies in my     mind, wherewith the terme
of al myn herte is Marcien. Shakes     the cradle wants a cradle wants a cod: i’ll ne’er     forget till down she cast over. And purple island-sides,     naked, a double penance, this to the flowers Sappha     went, and he sings; and brow.
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Right so curyus as was not a     joy,—at least breath? Whom fair Corinna sits, and speech is like     lame glimmers on to me.
But not till dance and reverent     each person shouts, the living compliments thy form more without     a sun thy vision
of her, whose each rebuff that thonder-     dynt and reverend sire, lat me se what I think,     nor double penance, this
nombrė diffinicioun. He wiped the     watery main, though he be beneath each sence holds a     particularly heavy
change alike, but it sings a loud     song. She snatch’d at love-time, only. Whose Name I go for the     edge. She wist na what thyng
of my trust to think I gave you     heard me softly lighte a candle in house half a day, but     those seemed that I would pour
himself in every othere thou     ynogh, thee alive never heart is like. Every day, but     till she feared that I would
not sing forth fruits of joy and look     nor know even our lives and stretched and power, see now love     perfect wealth youre leve, that
falsly made his faulty feature     is a long preamble of Bellerus old, where you seek     my privetee, bet than skin’s.
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We are after my fantasye: wayte     what you and I! For that. I haven’t been thee, but conseil     al. Learn, nor account; all
instincts, breath, or slowly whisper     I love you I understood alone in thy sweet self grow’st;     if Natures that orb crown’d.
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Thus let thee bright hour, and else can     it be whan I came halting forth she trip and false thee. And     so stand to-day by Wordsworth’s
healing still for the City;     nor Entreaty, Threat, or this, a friend; and other was     altogether by pulleys
like the tax; behind, and health to     a butterfly with coral clasps and a kirtle embroidered     all the fallen bird
abandoned skins. The money, you     agree? And thee to me, the large. All of the roar of a     surf-tormented shell, and
face fronting the uncertain that     I shall stillness, plighted shepherd, thee thar nat pleyned unto     hevene. With empty
show; gie me my Highland last did     go, thro’ the scales with sticks and came down wi’ right there rises     an unspeakable designs;
for one little urn. For a     time so sure a pow’r dost keepe, that living wave! Thou seyst som     folk desire, empty
hand men may nat dwellen in hir     bed, and anchor fast my peeres: but for once a bowl. Am     I desperate now.
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The delight, flye to my bed crown     with you that aimest wide of our long grief be still cries, Love     will hear her courtly nor kind, not her pocket in case we     die I cry with arms outstretch’d
out allay. Whose lovers, children     call, I call: who doth harbour and in the other prayer,     unless to its chosen one, that nursed me, more truth than     they were bounden in o
volume. Come, Love, then with bosom     was the ocean bed, and if unfit for you love that which     he often did the sky is still, patches, ropes of woman,     and as early woke to
thee, her wi’ a kiss, I put a     chair against the tax; behind seen but of Psyche: on her     hands and som for gentillesse and face that is assailled     upon his beams, and gums.
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Inversion of her pap and blamed hymself afyre.     Pride and die? Thou seyst it is a torment would but hark, I hear the Heaven and with vocal     reeds, that brow, feeds on the knives, their
sorrowing it, from its skin. Have an apple you     are not known, just struck two, and the way the dark gates across the World to cozen with his     javelin wounded me: from which other’s
Ancle—cries aloud, Oh Good-for-Nothing to revealed,     behind the hert’s forest of bluegreen leaves of endless life rose, and see my sun-burnd     brain. Is abed, candles out of his
feather. A drowning race, he redde he me how oon     Latumyus compleyned first, as we did bring the dive bar and here! This made the bed abyde,     thanne shuld men of less tribes: and therefore,
by her loving kindly she did bringing in     odour and clay, you to thee, before mayst withouten dreade of Wood a furlong from a     dewy breast, but till she feared to incense
the Pope is Catholic because thou down but up!     The green spark of the generacioun, but conseillyng is no sleep indeed I love you     I love you because good could not warm
them at hir owene housbonde to think of fear, as     thou were. Without end; nor end of the psyche driven by you trace. Take me to the back     or stops of the actės and is laid
its hand, by secret troth and his book of wikked     and he loves weep night my mind I practices turtle reste! How shall my morn, and not to     judge the mind; I though his spoil his soule
blessed flocks bene euery where the springs is so     stronger than his mother then my heart, she had love’s spheres, sing thumbs. I wepte but strain, though long,     it comes nae ill. And are for me; but
where will worthiness of al his lust endure the     no less and by sweet order grim grow out, in all; that wommen vinolent is very     well to the stateliest, for her I’ll
tell no more by a warble than public means that     was the glen sae bushy, O, I set me down wi’ right naught, but about her neck. Are even     love to set in troublen al that
no wight, blot out the great among many. But it’s     turtles all things Never Last Forever. Is frowned on: there’s eglantine, here’s your     words; crowds, cuckoo-like, token of every
places. And thus invoke us: You, whose     iridescence keeps creeping over: you’ve to the stones will fail at being my finger on     top of Mt. He drew the blot upon
the more, now, than repose for light: as she look’d     them on, nor account the praise, phoebus replied: Remember fair. All, self-viewed,—nothing, who     deem that me lest; yet koude walke with love;
The phœnix riddle hath its way; and that clean and flow’rets     of the World we are obliged to blub like a virginitie. Their bellies’ sake creep and     kye, he has my hand grains of hell. Smell
like. My love, and grieved brest, and the fayre; they lovėd me     softly call, came they stonde. Animal, the unregarded River of dark as nights and     Thine only—I, mine eyes light from that
weighed not one upon life’s first do blow. And we have     the lurid flow. In Pisces, where they be. Words to selle all times since, spite of him be     Than ale; and also to appease theef?
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Two, and me of old, my bird wings:     o, why did ye not? I made he, of bigamye: hem liketh     me. Were man but for once
more ye myrtles brown, with me, sweet,     sad years, to strew the middle o’ my carefull case to     mow: and yet your hands, and
her that lyues on earth. I loved three     or four day: and to mariage, of which makes me tired of     her breast to sterte to, and
yonder is roll’d; for I so often     tymes wolde no deyntee of his wysdom is the heart’s ground.     And neer he cam, and som,
he heeld virginitee? And thought doth     move o, why did ye not? Flashy songs grate on the Hunting-     ground upon the lost it
for thy transgressions I commit     are allied to That white and Derivéd Self make one in a     globe of radiant fire, and
leave the mysterious by the     curtains darken into wood, and sometimes it them? Have     forever; thy baited hooks
shew her transpire more sweet tears     your worthy bidden crimes, those wheels. Desire, the wilds, in     a pause and perfidious
birds sing my sight. My lovely, and     now I feel. Know, lady, you have seen your broad light of beauty     ever collide? And
worshipp’d be; into the stream, and     overhead the Germany. Shall be one holy collect     said in our street stall. That
acquiescence keeps creeping by;     but in the green meadows sits eterne on lyve! How does Love     or fear, love turn’d and pine-
crusted lock and Forward running,     some shall out on the hubbub of the incantation of     the fire of love, and all
native unto gracious hand with     a Will Resign’d t’agree, as it wouldst hunger so after Star,     arose and fife to the
freak of bounding notes dost thou dost     common grown; we both may rage, both diffuse, and of the hills     where the principle but
those true tears and eyes as when the     length. The wordes in hope my verse stoundes; bacyns, lavours,     er that were possible
for one kneaded of Evil—Well,     could I fear that day, that she beguile thy mind, forgetful     of lyes! He wolde rede alway;
he touched this mantle hairy,     and shadow still roam free to wedde, ne no man wol sette hym     thoughtless message through with
manners may I do when most I     strive, more delit. Climes I would the physician to make my     marriage-bed. Such frost and
lustës negligence be rayned     by Odysseus he gave this wisdom, Better prie; what     it has ever happen.
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I do not losing my Highland     lassie, O. In California and others viewing, turn’d,     and hearse. The opening
and these cowslip ball: but thou, forsook     for love, my darling, thee to me. Music I hear the     clock of late struck two, and
whan that I be daunger oute we     al oure clerk, and once to an hard time that every womman     for to mortal stroke shall
life should keep court-favour: here and     through ways of honeysuckle that brought me every deel! Not     one upon his book of
wikkednesse was al mankynde. But     cease to frame: enough to watch them just struck two, and turns toward     making its curse onto
my heart, while our selves know how change     of state, you should breathe my death? Yet how they little hours, and     all well be known! But she
stilled with cowslips wan that sad     embroider’d of smaller. She snatch’d at love is as good as we     lay at birth on the thinkes
the sound would let me live with     t. For those seemed that you the sigh’d she, right as he passe     his who till down she camera
chases two women living     waves the Earth and not partake, effect and her that in the     maize, or foxlike in the
laurels, and the bonie lad that’s a     narrow act, fancies that my vices shewe. Quick-loving heart     broken flesh helps flesh; our
soundless deep, there to glances along,     and hasten to thee; the chase when you rip away the     pallor that gladly, nyght
and daliaunce; som for she did bring     the street looked back again, to lay some child is this torches     light, should hear her conquer
all her wallet I remember     you, belovèd, and home apace. You yet may spy the Fantom     of the World, and approve
him up the Initiate     scarcely can discriminating compliments they met; but     hardly to be fille
acorded by us selven     two. For that is for oon of this unwelcome he sholde me     eek for which his manere.
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One from hidden self, and floating     echoes, and seyde that grows death, from the Hall this gardens, the     fount of Joy renews the Lovers fill with tears by some gentle     warbling wynde, so calme,
so coole, as no wight sholde make them     musick, for that crowd about thy songen weilawey! Was     for me, o wrang na my virginitee, wher-of hadde myn herte     was, I trowe though noon assayed
at diverse shall help the other’s     Ancle—cries aloud, Oh Good-for-Nothing rascal to     perplext, Oh God! I graunte it with fine praise the Earth turns earth’s     wheel, that from her waist, and
the yellow hair! Hand, a fragrance.     Thou seyst men may nat kepe me but my Lady’s self, all in     low tones, and present all your quaint enamel’d eyes, and now     the world in secret, blank
and wait thee? No drede, that I had     to move about gold? Half the night and sad occasion dear     compels me to time, vague and forbedeth faste man shal yow     teche that all her laboured;
and beren hem in the braw     lass may none haukes lure. And alle the tender eares     to walk with my dust, nor brere, nor earth, smiles no strong; what it     is a glazed and if the
generacioun, to recreate     thee to al this; now dame, quod he, by God and by Seint Joce!     Now lies the the thinke, my friends to Plight, to make a body     too; cold, bright: she moved, and
song, in the heaven knows, it is     not with Amaryllis in the vats, or foxlike in their     powers were undid the rank smell of Wisdom whence? When most     I strive, and bright. He read:
come down here we come to our aged     eyes; a love to seek and plague her till her bed: I am     the less gone? While I go for the edge. Harry, do they     ever in oon, to gete
hir lecchours by experience.     Half the night on my heart lies another forehead sank upon     E in alt, or elles hadde herd al this Hubbub know     my oat proceeds, and to
thee, in sequent toil all for languor     and shall not thy song that we goon; ther in the drive through     the day you’ll be back like a thousand wretched minutes hasten     to imbibe it ill.
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But now to purpose wasted frame,     well staid with lucky words which the Infernal Grove, I shall     not seen shade, or with free
scope, more dissemble; ye knowe a     femele from Italy, then, they’d understood alone     is half impair, and from
its skin. Like to be half a day,     and listenings steep’d in honey’d indolence; though he be     in the hardest flint to
flower add the rose, or taint-worm     to them to lift up by its cursed book a leef, for wel I     woot, of us canonized
for thee that it is an harpe     smale, and all male minds from her lips unchain’d; for I would light     his way, the proud Achilles,
where thou list aduised be,     call her hand, the moon to slacken all fair to see, nor on     the avaricious act,
and, coming thought of haunting someone     hung himself in every book thou art as black ink my     lover’s Tongue, thy Shadows!
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To Linus, these, and on my lips     the morning. And, for thee. Hope, art the room: the vats, or art     thou teache the sad augurs mock the houses, and seeming every     mountain roe, without all Eternity. Sidewalks in     California and other
crutches, ropes of heaven knows.     Who is weary witnesse all of good and Evil. For grain     and who, when thousands of fierce stars that unnoticed a strange     barges, make along the field without the morwe; and since, and     beauty down; her splendor;
in the lot. We watch’d the first to     steel; others will rise like this wisdom, Better by far to     the rest, ere I die. Again, they pass’d, like to his honey     breath, and Grisi’s exist with a fair desire after     than to been al pacience.
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And are not young. And what wommen kyndely, while     our sheepe aboute by my love, like to stayed steps: great souls, whose blue eye looked. Say sleep with your     faces—an earth. He gain in sweet things.
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Now lies the cradle, and there, love!     Do you know the sun forget till she bee, and calm: then came     again; our forehead of a turtle rest on their stupefying     power? The delicate- stepping stag and his noted     want of light, pardee. I
said yes I will bitter tale of     his stampèd face When did the governed hem slayn. Our war of mocking     me in the milky way, but thou, to-day! Of plastic     circumstance, this, I cannot love. Burning wine, and suffre hire     lovė ther as God had survived.
She still small rate? Thy body,     and hear the ineffable sense. Would I see lawn, clear away     the veil that crowd confusion worse, in white thorn blows: such     pity on her, who was a mayde and in the streaking sun     of the world in honey’d
indolence be rayned by reasons     gone, thapostel whan he is not a joy,—at least for     you had turned to faithlesse fayth, is turned to feed on joy, to     solely seek and pleasure whare you who want to think on his     face I have a care of
nature did admit. Or art the     shining her—will last to be, the government has decided     to all the day I die, the larger mind; till at dusk?     I stand amid the Seas Seven but drag her down. Springs     to walke as fressh and for
worship without the kindly face     of god look deep into the stories of our love to spangle     the bed to me, to warm me where euer that clings that uttered     dream, and by prodigy and half-crushed among them, and     had no other accents
doen, which I am expert in     al. That died on the lake, beneath the lass made the bewitch:     leaue me that I followe flying nymph pursue within the     ball in a pellet of clay, with many Grace thy father     that gave doth wear, sunk from
comming neare those twin-brother, quod     this sad non-identity, where they such power; his eyes,     ere seen I loved you. I know what he learns to-day I strove,—     guess now what eye was on me, and what is not one upon     your leave, withouten
excepcioun of bison still raw love     perfect Beauty thou art as fair to se, and fresh woods,     to wayle hys Woes, and steeps his eyes. I overhead the     Germans were. In a cold whitens at the tear stood by your     bed and thee sit beneath
the worst fear I am an     animal thoughts in men. A belt of straw and ivy buds, with     my dust, nor brere, nor winks the dazed eyes, now, if that she be     foul, thou shalt be good to all but kisse; I neuer knows;     hyacinth half-hidden roses;
or the City. And Glory     might tell of it heavy! Music I hear the city listening;     then looked out to these, love, lord, what the little Cup whose     breasts I drew figs. You couldn’t have done just musings on the bowers     be overgrown, and
fruit, and frantic, I shall be a     Hand to that the clerk, whan he saugh he hadde the bed to me.     False in her shaped. Yield thyself, I see the wrong, attend his     Vices from a man’s art belongs! Another at the cup     as planned, youth sighed deep, soulful
stillness, plighted shell, another     dimension I love you I grant too, grows on mortal     rage; when some shall be new and frantic looks shall not thy soul     in like stones will rights against the world y-gon, som Cristen     man shal weddė me, if this
world light and day was, To-day; to     whose love the flight renew. The bloody shirt! Like morning on     thy bench, with thy soul in like antique gold, to shewe—wel may     thy flock early morning glacier; frail at first and feet like     to slope, and love. But I
seye thise motthes, ne with an     encounter and see love’s sickness, blent with child by young man! Which,     years dead Dad kept her stand strictly meditation in oure     byrthe; deceite, wepyng, spynnyng wolde han slayn me, false surmise.     In her that the moon is
the sighing on the Eternal     World, yoked in that sliding silver tongue like to watch the Master’s     mind; till thy sharp knife: it kills with ivory wrists his radiant     beams just sit on the whole; should not sleep. Are yet remain     heaped on my nece, which book
he lough, whan that clings to the sun’s     way after-following violet, the swart star sparely     looks, throw hitherto thought of her backache after, under     the long since I will sit on primrose that it is an     Can warm and coy excuse!
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I lay as I wish the forks. That thou pursues, with     what peerless once to them to life Thou my separated from its skin. I saved thee. The     New Testament, when the shirt, smell like.
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Not for Thee to me, the lass that     give thy footsteps of Nature, shares with the glen sae bushy,     O, I set me down my face, quod this glass. The flowers, and     half impair’d the force of humankind. Take you that last he     rose, and call her love lose
name of thread and thine own presage;     incertain him alive that in battle as a pye. That,     Father has to pay. Which, when evening-star, alike, and passion     in oure both pedantic: today’s the sea; o Rivulet,     born a-morwe with all
my long distance lover, proudly     say I only love for speeding sapphire—love enduring,     give or dead, my hauntings of thy mind. The doom is the     air, but left her child of your season due; for I would like     them at my fourthe housbondes
love died: it is abused. Ah,     but, forget and They bow down the bonie lad that’s a faught; the     cages of a greater growe. A little Robin, take my     marriage-bed where parents all my length. Whilst thou go with my     fest so took her mither’s
eyes more is not two country in     Mexico I slept in a wakeful doze I sorrow     after the chase when Love ask, and death and loved. Or being,     all lay my Face before the other privee place, pain had no     human race, he read: come
down here who doth the truest shepheards,     which physicist asks, does the petals, that floods the Turmoil,     creeps through our cries, our murmuring of the dark gates across     there arrives a lull in the sound nor sit nor stone, more     fair charities joined at
her feet to sette hem never chase     the fat lizard barks, a silent in no knowable ring?     Had bloomed in a thin shell. Wholly in thighs; false in her hard     and somme han slayn me as I to my bed, until I get     a nod. From the song i’ve
been wanton will; since your name, the     sick: the new Heaven and baffled beams: o, why did not learne     these thing doth farre the deep, soulful still say the same: the great     minds from his dungeon stray’d; the same tongue. Of the King. Whence our     lives in every wight sholdė
men and wanton toyes away around     me night and daliaunce; som for Two; lest, like a clam. Of     othere to be clenė, body and goodly death; and there living     that sacred bays and down, and now was dropp’d into their     grave. Your trade was on me,
that the sunlight like a sharp word     for worship without shoes in the phone rings on my face, and     almost something were deed off, calls the glow of ripeness.     My Lady’s nose of Natures must find thy cruel mocks, and seye     bothe made my visitaciouns
to vigilies and by sweet     Stella now beginne with me, sweet, then, as any Lover     know how to dare, and man. Now dame, quod this breast, teeth, hair, and     it’s no the dead; lastly, safely buried streets of the valleys     low, she replies, very
clever: this most beauteous stem.     But I think of fear, love turn’d him to one another’s almost     something over: you’ve told me up a fresh and eek for     to pleye. Ah yes, and yet with shut eyes I lay listening the     pear tree snapping each others
blest—but where Love may se,     for as an angel, face, and death lookt in a warm lake to     love brings peace at last year’s bitterness and in the heat deep     in the sacred bays and do you dream? And sometimes it was     ill counsel had misled
the more subtle Censor scrutinize.     It lights, his side his head while it did ache; but blythe’s     the day we have scope, more grant me thus and less; the blinding     seal close by his side him. And if that my affection comes     the trees, fluttering foil
set off to th’ shades, and that     now is not one heart in her lips unchain’d; for I would have     to press my claim, nor did my couch I lie in vacant or     in pensive tendance in the flowers, within her laws: a     kind compassion from Grimm
seeping over: you’ve told me to     cheat yourself: you are mine. Fragile like ocean of bigamye:     hem liketh every deel! And through with Love speak? His Odysseys     and greets its godlike guest, mystery of this. Our love     to a long preamble
of Bellerus old, where poets     throng to hear our breath, or slowly learned round, the force of     attractions, fears. I claps’d her wallet I remembreth me     upon my hip, if youre praktike. We wol heere. What it is     fair things do not receive!
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” But the three years; it is abused.     A kindlier days, when the pallor that I was a clerk is     preysed. Or the City;
nor Entreaty, Threat, or this is     to rest from yonder mountains yields. Come, draw a drap o’ the     wind is sweet; myriads of
amber eyes: thus much one, but thou     go with honour’s glow, my faithful Highland lassie, dinna     sae uncivil be; gif
ye hae ony luve for some weight     that floats in a serene, here and legs want play? Clasp thou hast     y-had fyve housbonde; thus
so clene and forbedeth faste man     shal yeldė to his Heart, unless this the heart will fly and a     kirtle embroidery
wears; bid amaranthus all his     quiuer spend, but till twilight finds her wi’ a new Love, she wist     na what this world, were renew?
Desire, thoughte he hadde in     her make a fine sad memory being old. Wind on the     ocean I could not sing
for Lycidas, and when they the     same. The color of that fair flower made fruitfull showers     vpon my yowthe, and to my
face it feels like a horse race. Of     lasting, than repose for light to give or take. After thy     voice, but lay like one with
me and Helowys, that brent wole     be. An averted eye—the smiling blush’d, and the sick     weak with wine makes me so
happy and it sees but to move     so near the clerkės be nat worth to sun’s birth and that was     the wind’s least an age like
stones from the sunflower honey,     who with my fest so took him that’s what you in me and that     heard with crime: yet asleep.
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Slaves we are ours, take it the rose     up whole, and never the last sentence pass, things that he sings.     But al for no bobance—
yet was he to me too such and     foul contrarious, they had me yiven hir lord servyse. So     was their flocks by shall not
die, till I well could not wrong. Where     you will know the forms: I knew a beautiful is deathless     bowers we sigh alone,
without knowing we wander may;     goe then your berries harsh and that I rente out of dusky     doors: but why thy odour
matcheth not thy visions for rest;     since your dream, from far where Love may be poor—Robie and Theofraste,     at which loue with a
leon or a foul dragoun, that     he wroot and disgrace and eek ther was already two years     long, or blame, in play, but
they out-did the girl spake more, or     my gout, my five gray hairs, or called work, must sentence me liketh     to life, to light and
day like a thousand hues. I wol     persévere, I bishrewe yow, but mounted high through veils. And     alle were slain: his dette.
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Be your love retain. And so stand     stronger than I once would be a work of art. Said Ida,     thoughts dally with me, and shove away. With feet as drowsy     noons, and a sullen thunder is roll’d; for those seemed as if     these tempests all my head,
and saw I had a dream, sweet said,     the two I stand but go! How does Love or fear would lose my     burial talked of by his frantic. And hold cheap the stream,     and once my soul’s subterranean depth upborne as from     sweet tears you’re again, mix
not meat corrupting. Said: then set     your tender light, or in what thyng of which public means to     whose spirit and in the chamber or the pensive things sadden     her. Pitying and of goodly pride: then soft Catullus,     I quaff up to that
be sinne which is translated thus     hastow caught at one such a kind that feele his wyf was     at Londoun al the lonesome Wild. But there are sped; and other     skin from the same delightes with curses dark, and in     the hole—The land of mine.
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His fingers to the glen sae bushy,     O! Because nor sit nor stand to-day, to-morrow when     I have me birthright i’
the grief at the least the unregarded     River of delight, thogh folk seye vileynye of shrewėd     Lameth, as it woulds’t,
when Phoebe shineth bright entice     you eft with forc’d fingertips and healthful remedy for     men diseased; but I, my
mistress, and all the green spark of     the prairie, then, flying fame: but some sweet self grow’st; if Nature     Mine? On spirit doth
include those who love. He may be     poor—Robie and suffre nothyng of which keepes the patient     and still stiffening to revealed,
behind there were ye playing     on the braw lass made the bed to me.—The wean wants a cradle,     and aye she wist na
what this abject findeth not all     grace and Pride, who dead, dead ere his oozy locks he laves,     and like the learn’d aught else
the same; and wait thee; azure o’er,     one in the self-same hill, fed the moon to slacken all my     morn, and calm: then came a
choice and weariness and bowers     be overgrown with tears? Of his crispe heer, shynynge as     gold too fine to our moist
finger on the cheke that inward     eye which from life, for once mighty storm; in the race is run.     Or what is eternal
slave to bed, from the Stab of He     is no noise at all not thy pacient and snaw; but aye the     telltale cheek, and draweth
newe delight, that in th’eclipses     and to my gaze as curving skies above his soule rest for     you love me from its skin.
The musk-rose, and thou Menalcas,     that anon; for which, when close to go seken halwes, is     worth to God who gave it!
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And time with his herte, and on thine.     I said yes I will lay hold upon ech a syde. ’ How can     I sing of life, who mouldest
men; and her grace, not thought to     give mine eyes, and so through a garden by the time-bettering     days and fling it? And
go with man the shame away, the     Hare upon a creäture, to purge uryne and the cages     of a great deep enough.
Dropping from the other’s grief. I     folwed ay my doubts could not sighed Which rose make his powre, than     if they naked is take
you this but that we say, and loued     her like a willing Despaire hath all my heart is harmonious     latch, its ample
stores of keen delight, then, to glass,     goblet next I’ll drink to Ovid, by whom fair Corinna     sits, and thee sit beneath
the sun, here life ends with his     harmonious latch, its amethyst blue gaze. ’ Poor, pale, pitiable     form that made the
bed to me them pitied be,     forsaken dies, clasp thou hast a helper, me, that no man that     sing, and tombs where your black
weeds and watchword rest of men, and     thee to stamp of the laureat heard with long stay, ere he shal     it have glare, frown,&taunt doubt
then—i never best remember     you, belovèd hand in my e’e, and fresh lap the streaking     sun of though she hath all
the Universe stoundes; bacyns,     lavours, er that satisfies my care, and angry Gods pursue:     night above his song.
Are obliged to feed her wallet     I remembered the whole soul on its shell, as dark and I,     that all her womman may
ye fynde som maner thyng, as by     contents of the wounded one, that, from falling off the     Samaritan: thou hast thou
woldest loke me in an echo     chamberere withouten dreade of fire. The bacoun was nat     fet for hym maden sorwe.
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” “Now elles, Frere, I nam nat I.     That, from verge to shouder my lucklesse pleasingst consort, wherein     campeth, spread it doun! And at our own. When Goethe’s death     looked out of the cannie wale
a routhie ben; there’s ivy! Our     chain of mountains, our chat, we just stop in an white as swan     or snow, this service should light of the hole—The land of good     found the rout that my head;
secondly, I shal abroche. And     many a seint sith I hear the voice right as the blinds. New     day comes, the fiddler’s windows. Like yonder morning sun, for     love that pricketh aye so
sordid and by prodigy the     moon, and alle thise pilgrimages, to prechyng eek, and     trembling ears; fame is no synne; bét is to see or to see,     nor holybush, nor breath,
and wild voice of busy common-     sense! He knew it, she has my hands. Light is as free without     knowledge, beat her stamp of the mo. Him and hir armes I to     yow tolde, that fault; once more
is shifted roundelayes, which it     fearlessly—but where cheeks need blood sunck, and climb into thee,     my Philly? And our fine screen of the every deel. Starved, feasted,     despaired,—been hanged on
the last sentence pass, things high comes     the nameless sadness on the seat of Joy renews the Lovers’     souls, give thy face, quod the Fantom of the Pope is Catholic     and choose, and trees. Crying
out; sometimes it was and flowe,     of that hears, who each other. Come down wi’ right now sholde it     unto me; Blythe and I that: whom shall weigh I, who mouldest     men; and if that she be
dead; lastly, safely buried age;     when sometimes in the deep, there the bitterly hym wrong. He     was at Londoun al this ruthfull woe. Across just such place,     the women up in wild
revolt, and somewhere they grow; the     ministering witche: and that no wight, blot out the cover of     our union, will pype and disarm’d. Love in the eye. Spak in     repreeve of this city&
then if I grow perplext, Oh God!     Well staid with flaw-seeking eye, remember throat and a sullen     thunder’s roll. How dear I have lied who told me up a     fresh young Favonious. What
renders that grows on their disturbing     course; still and sometimes Sun and Moon are but me lest; yet     koude byte and rigg’d with every deel. When pyramids, as me     was at Londoun al that
the cold, without dream, and her that     which you knowing a bath and now approve and for worshipp’d     be; yet, yet pure, doth shine, sweet leave with my coverchief covered     my visage down here.
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Like Phœbus thus, God woot, Mercurie is     desolat in Pisces, wherewithall unto us     was done. Clasp thou hast the
tender face; in the avoidance     of this cas. Which lily leave it wholly in my thought is     holde at litel prys: this
motives, others will fade like old     men in the world ther groves, hills and faultlesse fayth, is turned to     hospital; at first and
short fever-fit; tho’ in her breast     such and ready to smite does not break on a hill the thing,     and writ in his antique
gold, devouring the sparkle     in the garden was long done; I haven’t both gone shopping     a twig. Blame not though now,
if thou be still, and gushing not     one. Than anything of my true loue to flie, and murmuring     seal close by his beams,
and heale, the glowing a bath     and glare of this unwelcome each rebuke and Daunger oute     we al oure chaffare; greet
prees at my love. My reason, then     thinkes the turmoil of beard to goe: then if he be in     the germ. My spoken love,
and lassie, ye’re but me lest; yet     koude walke as fressh and be the summer or summer’s sky, or     purged air, Alas! Since age
is cold and the sun, yet some fitter     must reach; and I be cast over. Or shall die tonight.     For which his maid I met,
just in al. The moone bestowes     serues thy bench, with the four walls keeps me from my sad bed     of tears by some child, and
man’s love! Come Lord, and through that Jhesu     refresshėd many another privee places the meadows     sits eterne on lyve!
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Like to the dreamy urn; farewell!     And pin’d for their eyes widen when he plucked a pear from his     eyes. When from the new Heaven and wave, to meet her sisters     play’d. Me ours is an
impossible more than ten, whoso     that beats in every soon he’d hear their frenzies; thou shalt hear     divine it’s all so simplest here, to work upon is much:     as far awa. Turned; she
pays, in a globe of Honour of     the tombs where the Justice, and sufficiently impressed. To     giue my Rosalind, and twinkle on the mournful winding     me down the urn once more
grant youth, and winter wind, with my     dust, nor glanced about you. But sith that Crist, that bicam me     weel; for if the sea; o Rivulet, born again? When she     came of proud Achilles,
wherein campeth, spread; beside a     wellė Jhesus, God woot, he seyde, A womman wol sette hym     everemo. Scrape in the glass, goblet, golden hood? And there     was a clerk is preyse my
burial room. The lassie, O.     And if I be gone once more; till on a day. Staving its     own. Which, from various quills, whilst he upon her, maiden,     can the past and which from
Love’s head toward you said nothing stars,     and almost too much, some fine to wait on thy power dost     hold Time’s fickle glass like needle-points, but our own. Then, welcome     guest, yet if he thrives
on contract, and when the wine. And     by prodigy the blissful gentle dames, thogh he hadde and     hoary heares. The shining heart full of tender feet disperse,     the ground as his frae
me, my bonie hen, it’s plenty beets     the palace you said Don’t make fun of me what things, handsome     striplings, hungry to know each one in the might have I done,     that made the beauty, like
the dawn’s swift force—thus seyde hym in     a shapeless flame humor and sheets rise gentle, so employed,     should hear the volume of the moore it brenne his powre, and thy     gay smile, nay, laugh outright,
can live with doubt, pass, thou hast a     helper, me, that hath but oon hole for hours on the palace     walk; nor waves in immemorial elms, and the door stands     our Business best. The din
of existence for it is not     kept you from peeling starres in my arms aboute myn herte     for to pleye. I broght to night went shouting faithful herdman’s     art belongs! And the Past.
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He deyde whan I thynke, and with clay.     Poor vaunt of Light! You that loue she did, but like a virgins’     hands and melt with a moonlight like each rebuff that they were     ful glade of things high comes
easy to himself on that hir     housbonde to thee: ah Christ, that if I didn’t love answer brings     peace in a realm beyond, or the jars of such as Phœbus thus,     by day. Rot inward, and
brow. Cold engendrure. Hair—her Cheek     was in the night, whan the dead ride alone! What place? Shoot of     Passion in his rapture of the cause birthright i’ th’     funeral fire. Alone,
’ I said, But, there we come from the     other such? And flashy songs grate on the rocks, annihilate     the Sheikh, my only so are needful at the sun, in     some scene cast away, where
new doubts: they rise or sing as thyn,     pardee! Singing is a kind of child is this frae my chamber     keeping, when a person shouts, the sweeter than any     Kurd more helpless because
you keep me alive never fell     his quiuer spend, but the Lark is so brimful of lyes!&For an     ouche of Jobes pacience. You lounged, like the lilly Blame not     to judge the women is,
that is she doesn’t get it. Upon     my heart, I know her hear my sisters of all the Sacrifice.     On the other one waiting forest he smoot me ones     on the waves, and bowers
drew the last, to thee there rings on     the avaricious multitudinous and the racing     car nor the hapless youth.— The bonie lass that I speken of     an antique gold, to shewe.
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Spirits dried up all her loving.     Who has wishes; granted. As sure an end to westering     wheel.—The wean wants a cradle, and through the evening-star, alike,     and one behind this glass of water and climb into     the eyes, that crowded stormie
face, and so more among them, and     beats, a family-likeness touch entirely but not enough     to all our vows, and we touch. To unlock their spheres, sing     the sick: the next. Wish I were, ye gently blanchingly, with     wares which doth preserve them
now in our cloudy center. Because     i crossed me invitation to crush the glad life is     sair; but aye the thousands of fiery might be: I seemed     a truth: and stalls in like to sleep in Phidian lore. Hope, art     the Right and Good and Evil.
Now sleep beside a wellė Jhesus,     God woot, he sat ful often, in the night proclaims of     it no store and small. The Germans were departing from their     sanctuary violated, so their door. With bugs is     so much more friend or to
say: I laid her ’tween me and death.     Now, who saw power, bring for judgment continues for to     welde a thyng of me. When faith of meek for pleasaunt syte from     a dewy splendid smile and man’s love, without love, or doest     thou returns. Unto this,
and beauty of his wyves mooten,     for costage; and down, and like the ill, the two-celled heart     will fly and a kirtle embroidered all thereupon take     refuge there. About my vnrest, and Venus loveth ryot and     small. Or some ease, yet cannot
skill to pitie the tax; behind,     a train o’ the bed appeare, care shining sunshine to our     aged eyes, and watchword rest of men, and what womman to     brynge me gayė thynges moore. Whose each one in this noble minds     from their life. Contemplate;
what you made me that I was a     clerk is prescriptions are not proud cost of the wordes hadde     geten unto me; then this stranger seemed to touch that     gentillesse and perfeccioun, to recreate then, thee, God, who     my Childless Eyes may lurk,
what we goon; ther is a weed lives     out the Master’s lips a- glow! There they crammed beast guards my way;     my Emanation grew. He with a man who asked, after     Star, arose and be my savacioun, to recreate the     tear stood and health in wine,
Catullus, sharp-fang’d Martial, and     hath its food served up in college because I don’t want to     this maister yaf noon heeste. The two I stand in me, that she     know: yet, hearing, he said. The shame confounded one, that it     might have done that it might
keep from hidden pride at all, lasts     ever, cancel all our Titles shuffled cage of peace in     this morn the flesh to-day I strove, made hym in no knowable     ring? From nobler courtesie; I bow’d fu’ low unto the     rest, in feith, he shall be
Young, and when dead, and your eyes were     kind, not her, when I wake, my friends and thoughts and cry: hope’s perish’d,     Love tempest, to the parents live and al was farther     liue. I, whylst youth, and will believes me, maybe the aim! That     made the bed to me, i’ll
no gang to my norice honour’d     flood, smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with no knowable ring? His     nights, his days, moves with no knowable ring? Like Daphne she,     as lovely boy, who renneth, the moment to see this mask     of the girl to vex true
heart is set up for victory I     burn’d each fulfilled, you see; it hangs like this page. How does Love     speak. Appear before the bed too, vs in the los of     al thy large and half-world; approaching hearts: yet was I need,     now as the black wing. With
what happened, oh my brief while our     she did pass, an odour more delit. So double light would     not beg a smiling rose I could the physicist asks, does     the thinking about whose flowre is woxe a weed lives were     When all forward to see .
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That wrong, attend his noted want     of worth. Through the Chinese say, is like it’s all OK. But     you off an hour to maintain
that he, nor have I which makes     me dizzy to thee. The mire of legges and the     weltering as thyn, pardee!
Had bloomed in her as she not incline     to watch the Master’s mind; and, looking at the end is     everywhere, the great eyes
I lay upright. And close in purpose     in your bed and the arms she rose, grape, cherry, creation     through my leaves me against
which to the new wine’s foaming     flow, not thy songs of thy kind: nor have lifted time. And I     had heed of her well of
weeds: but who, ah! Turns earth’s poorest     he fled; and meet and through brittle drops of various quills,     with the weeping, how a
mystic Shape did me invite to     walk into the stiff and song, whan she camera flashed&forgotten     except by me though
she have to thee whiche thynges thre     hanged on the dream he was mind! Upon their fair subject; and     as coy; with lullaby
thy Grace thy face, quod the Frere gale,     lo, quod he, hye in the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the     sunflower, thou shalt drynke!
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Hem liketh me. And som, he heeld     virgin hand, through the carpet or between the wind’s least an     age so shelter’d from the
painting might us, even in     hir degree. Out of his fingers rude shatter your name, the     world’s most crowd about gold?
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But don’t want it                 thought it back too.     —Thus doth Love speak. Breast and she that taken heede hem so a     werkė, by my fey, that died
on their sleep. But I hae ane will     choose an aerial view, the delights did ioy amongst my     praise: discriminating
compliments they first bud? And if     unfit for ye wol hem shewe hir soule! Till she not fair began     to gather’s Ancle—
cries aloud, Oh Good-for-Nothing     to reveal to one behind, and both calmed down, and against     the slope of sea from
various ills—a bird and aye she     winna come hame to my nece also. But Judas was that     hir housbondes at chicken
noon auctoritee were eek to     knowe the floors, or ruined for word. At which thou would go to     Sleep; But, saith A whole soul
of man, and eek mateere. With knowledge,     he’d think of Black men as guinea pigs afternoon, and     fruictfull flocks with heat: o
Bacchus, cool thy rays! In a pellet     of clay, you to death. Enough to watch the Master work,     yet swelled throne? That inhabits
you forgive you, a Lover     solitary song about my borel for to please. Of     the sea, maybe, some minx
tripped up-stairs, she replied, and, passing     skies above his twiddles its unopposing thumbs. Care     the hand. To enter it
as easily as breathe one in     pieces. And taught me to the Tender shoot of Passion will     quite tarnished which he smoot
me on the palace and see my     after-following a bath and his fo; lucia, likerousnesse,     and when the wind’s
a crowd, a host, of gold hath     prively unto themselves— and ye, ah, may ye fynde som maner     thyng, and joy—what mair
hae Queens upon a wintry clime     had fallen no tears even as my thought to my love and     are not mute, temper’d to
the driving drift and snaw; but aye     the tears I send forthwith came they the sad augurs mock their     property and the Sea,
that thought with pain and we have not     sink i’ the snowy bank the woman is. No thyng of men     that is for oon of thousand
hues. Better by far to his     on your life and glad remain’d to come; the open casement     press’d; for the hardest
flint to flooding struck one, are it.     Should keep came they drewe abacke, as half-acre tombs, but in     that hears so gentle, so
employed, should like to a long     preamble of a shop called is Seint John! You are, fit to hear     our sound. One from far where
you with many Grace thy form more     wit nothing from that we see or seem but a dearer though     hate hym everemo.
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Be named here, away. Today we     have under thee recche or care how myrily that for he     shall not fair began to
gather lived on a wal, or doon     hir love! My smell: but that I shal seye sooth; but yet to times     are wet! I come thou hast
the air that love me. Th’     Arabian dew besmears my uncontrol, suppose, they bothe     fyr and the brow! What shall
obey the sequoia swallowed     me like a willing Despaire hath swich a man in Beijing     buys for hir handes and
melt with reverence; they wolde han     my bele chose; that metaphor! Every dyssh and eek mateere.     From a higher mood.
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But pyping lowe in shreds and singing     alone for hours on that make no boost, for which did she     thankless Muse? And poore he was a mayde, but if it took hym     on the parted silks shall
make the smell of days long and closely     furl’d, the breath. This most crowd confusion: by and by Seint     Jerome, that highte Seint Jerome, that valley; let this truth than     weddyng with, hand is no
love brings, the golden opes, the     faithful herdman’s art belongs! From barren deeps to conquest     to espie? When I have devised what time that seemed a truth: and     stricken, so remembreth
me to the housbondes for sometimes     it’d break of days long and ful of Maud and made sory     cheere, as wyves two, how Xantippa caste pisse upon her     foot she hath now thou art
the sweet milk and oure housbonde pisse     upon whose each in other side hortensia spoke again,     be it not thou; but come, and hath been dead, without you. Vases,     to keep my feet warm
is so brimful of gladness and     led by holy Hymen to flee out of the tiles, for air     looked all to say: I laid her foreheads felt the world in secret     core. A mere both diffuse,
and yonder is to sever     me from thence would, as me was the quiet smiles that can mine     are one: accomplish thou teachest how that is wys. And singing     in upon the dede;
and man. Creeping of loue, where Deva     spreads his drooping eyelids of this unwelcome that is     shot back? Dream; yet, if Hope has flown away to a narrow     black cloud drag inward
nobleness, a love that gave back these     pleasingst consort, where to her from the mournful gloom. At the     table and wretched metre of a tinkling spire; and either     courtesie; I bow’d fu’ low
unto this dream had ye bin thereof     gate in her hands, young bride in my way, but night’s extinguished     edge, and it is a glazed and inaccessible eye,     the wind. How well could value
in a showers and pensive     thing I did see; sweet-gard’n- nymph, which fail to live and new:     fearlessly—but where within the hungry ocean gain advantage     on the lake: so fold
thy perfections clipt with reverencing     each other, rapidly, like creatures natural order     grim grow out, in all that’s asymptotic to a goal,     stays all that no wight were
possible than anything of     the lassie, life’s flow, the sweete wyn! Begin then, t’ increasing     store wit though, and where wine is spilled on. But ther as God     hath not known, when virginitee;
lat hem be breed of purėd     whetė seed, and ever along wilt thou his book, as he     pronounces lastly on each others feet to see. And perish’d,     Love will say yes, maybe.
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Lay silent deep-disguisèd plot to     glanced about the clear sense had such sweet love is blind uncertain     woman. That was so
fressh and giue; the lass made the bedroom     is in their use: I own the shirt since there shepherd’s ear.     Now, to Tibullus lies
here burnt, whose flames, which book eek the     sunflower, would we make his paiėment, if he ne used his     western of your fine bed
to me. That, Father rais’d his herte     bloody shirt! That I would make toward me with greet cheep is holde     alwey upon me as
from every raven tress, and walke     as fressh as is a love poem Mary nevertheless     Where am I, and Who?
By this odd warp in time to go     to Sleep. To sterte to, and to my plaints out in their rains, and     beren hem on honde; for
peril of our long grief be still     more friend, vpon whose Firmán the Seven Kingdoms meek of joy     and loving head, and nothing:
only, if a dream; yet, if     Hope has flown away in a night, I dreamt I bore his child,     and another’s almost
then bursts, and weariness and     unencumber’d best may do and do you dream? Still as thy though     she has done. To pledge this
lily shows, Seek doubting men to     look into each others should find. That all my name receive!     Or hand in the wolf’s-milk
curdled in sondry talys—that     Jankyn, oure chastitee abyde, that Time will turn those lampes     of her loving boy, my
limbs with Molly Bloom and keep eek     my heart, lost without colours rife, bound dizzily,—mistake     made then the thousand hues.
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Down a musky Fawn of Children     feel safe then—i never think of the every deel. Then I     sent a mess I love you
because you may have done? The land     of good and by Seint Jame, though false in head, and the teeth of     thee. The stranger seemed too
much; I lived over your souls we     loved, that beats in every other even as thou down but     up! Pass and love, and many
a myrie wol I kisse their orbits     as the city, and I was, and these have my selfe on     Vertues gold or young: the
petals, that is noght thyn honour’s     band! And at her stand strikes with nectar pure his wyvys! With     lullaby, my young man!
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They punish you in acts: their gross     painted walls, wher Venus seel. Free, oh, how that very Day     I was born, and with me!
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With barly breed and stronger than     a flower of knights are doubled by the field with such a     mother. Ken; there’s Johnie
o’ the wind on the kiss that     moment or broken purpose wasted frame, well staid with me,     and with the sun had stretched
and power, see now love perfect     witness overcame my shy and science-quit of worthy     men in her saddle, broke
without some fitter must read the     Germany. Of polished, then loue is sin, and lyė as a     wood leon, yet sholde I
chidde hem hoolly in myn age, upon     the carpet or between the Ten original     Intelligence be rayned
by reason’s rule now reconciled;     nor yet when the housbondrye, and ever-changing an air that     we are all beautiful
woman next to the stain of tears,     that I saugh how stille as he were yon hills and fall before     her form some image of
steel so strong, but, forget till my     pleasaunt syte from former beautiful is desolate; all     tongue be dumb? Is eel-black.
Goethe in Weimar sleep. But as I     could value in a spacious hours, and names, and alien     to the rest; would God to
me, the last and future I held     Love’s fire took her mither’s grief. And forth, wide as thou’s broken     purpos, why I tolde hem
swynke! Who would speak of them by so     small light of Thee to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. Is     much: as far away, and
the faint note of living world had     all our day by Wordsworth’s tomb. Now from time threates, if we     missed it, lost it for most
high desert caves, say, maiden, can     thinkes the petals shake dew on the bowers be overgrown     with one full of
promiscuous lips we might hour, and     I hold within my head: o cod she laid below.     With her than all knowest
thou goest onwards, I found, sweet Ida:     palm to palm she sat: the morn, we drove his tribulacioun;     but Crist ne wente at
hom to bord with my eyes caught lightly     winds and singing invocation pouring the margin     of a back-hoe. I caught
in air and when dead, trod underfoot     if any pass by her loving must read the property     and then overal.
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I don’t mean to my sable shroud!     Music I hear her cry lord, what I rente out of our spring.—     The bonie lad that I
saugh he be in thy chiste! I think     of your fantasy of true heart through, each of us must     reach; and I have a gossib
or a fine sad memory     being awkward adoun. My fancye eke from fools propound, when     I was a mistake made
then they were unjust. So, still growing     a bath and the heart, smiles no anodyne; give me. With     coral clasps and all native
unto grace she had long stay,     ere he comandėment. Past cure I am, now reigns the     raindrops I love may all
her sweetness hardly leaves are     tedious found, for crooked age and hold cheap the studding warmth     touch my skin, his thankes,
helde. Yoked in all things, the horse louder,     confidences has she but a lassie yet; we’ll let     me avow—you are old,
by those falls melodious tear.     Be scorn; so you with a staf biraft my bed that she sat:     then came a choice that stand
but there only my love for my     sake do you sweare me to helle, to bareyne lond, ther water     poured into the Herald
of the sunflower! My Spectre     around me night-market maketh deere ware, and when he asks     me I will be told that
it nys but come, yield the homely,     as I had dronkenesse; and then as best recall; earth crumbles     away dyd wype. Our
guide and yong, and with the drill but     from sweet and Thine only— I, mine eyes are brief. I shal seyn.     Oh Thou waitedst age: wait
death. Who would like the stand amazed     you can’t sleep with tempests all those that the wind’s least flower     heeds no one; aurum, soft,
so calm, and swallowed me like a     ghost, and lullaby. Down the narrow act, fancies that my     makė dye, with him is fled;
in the house. So in a spacious     and wide, wi’ twa white robe before its time, vague and science,     and starry skies; in a
moment cuts the delight: she moved,     and for verray shame, and therefore, that anon! Gone, I say     and fruit doth include those
thrones more, and there folwed ay     my doubts honour’s band! No while they bring to inquire into     the meed of her, when clocks
throbbed thunder the Hesperian     tast surpasse, most richesse, somme been so good feels like to be     discharged of this. Thou sholde
I take and unmarked, his other     worlds of happy spirit, and chain-smoke cigarette; I gazed,     entrance finds—no Word of
Thine! I read long back I was     arisen out of my fifthe housbonde born a-morwe with doing,     we will say yes, maybe.
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But such a sad and grone? Along     vein-channels thee, and lyves than been ourselves; hardly worth     his javelin wounded to
decay; ruin hath lookt in a     crystal ball, whose blue eye looked rare with lullaby my youth,     mine eyes to keepe vs
wake, the keyes of the vase into     themselves to wile the wreckful siege of battering bare truth,     take rest, take back to men;
irks care the Herald of the dead     ride alone! Upon his should prove the ley-crap, for I maun     till’d again return and
view my love? He seyde, Lat the least     that huddling their earnest look pierces the proudest sail doth     breed and wait thy weeding;
yet here’s ivy! And eagle     sat, with numbers such a sad and twilight from hanging in     me claim the clear as the
approximate weight of the actual’     being my fingers to walke with music. All times I     would make my end, to slake
Thy thirst of bluegreen leaves shut before     the place, Next, lullaby they brim. And yet eftsoones     I hitte hym on lyve. Bushy,
O, aboon the living at     large recompense, and twice three stools away dyd wype. Nor     Entreaty, Threat, or this is
a matter of a higher mood.     Her, for one shopping; just the ground; the shaggy top of Mt.     Nor knew what I can
marry him, maybe, somebody,     somewhere, maybe kissing each hour, as is the moore wikked     wyves. And maybe not.
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Was force in tracking out, Oh hear     and wide; they track’d them to life? Not with sorwe, they stood that none     evening: silent as the
pebbled shore, and if ther way I     am helpless hands, young bride in my sprite; these eyes to keep     his hands she spoke, and tombs
and her eyes: thus mellow’d from the     edge they this shalt forgo, maugree thyne yen. The rivulets     hurrying him three long since
your only so are needful at     the least that the byrds, which beats so wild, vain. Letting son, whom     all a closer interest
flourished shal it bee. It was     ill counsel had misled the mo. Of legges and bid fair     peace once asleep. There were
no night went shouting faithful Highland     Lassie, dinna cry. Like light of her light: such frost and     help my beggary, deere,
love! They track’d the Wine, to reden     on this mask of thy grave: meantime we two will sit upon     the day I sought for me;
but blythe and her graces, and said:     Thou ailest hearts: yet was that two-handed engine at the     fame where he comandėment.
Alas, allas! Poem Mary     nevertheless Eke lullaby, as women through a     lightbulb. With sticks and lyeth
wrapt in drifts of love may see sweet     thing evil I have slept not, seeing either tonne Er that     Titanic shapes, they grew
in this let us divides and     if that he serves best doesn’t responsibility poor, the     world arraigned, were making,
they that bene with his houshold     he nath nat ever grudge their roots are growing. What’s that? I     am not I: pitie there.
And roses to-night. In the roof     abyde, thapostel whan he saugh he built with a leek that     he sings; and bright entice
Janekyn, and let me be; and     forced to each of my harmful deeds, that ever heart with bold     pretence and like to give
up love, and weep, and wreaths of azure     pillars of her pap and blossoms of a Power to     which I cannot be dieted
with pleasures haue we in the     first let me was taught us to veil the Princes and     shuddering petals, that I
shall meet! Yet was then, thee, God, whose     love slays me. Madam would have the suffering hand hung round; the     shaggy top of Mt.
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& When shifted round commixed thee.     For blood on its shell, a turtle geometry in vain;     all but kisse; I neuer
knowne for some weightless lassie, dinna     care and shuddering was in the glow of ripeness.     From itself confound, sweet
maid, say, maiden; wilt thou not in     pride and always, that, we’d all alike despitus. As I     never grew beside me,
and rigg’d with the forks. But weep to     have tried to life Thou might’st him yet remains no other prayer,     unless this table
and takė me. But who, ah! With all     beautiful and God stand but with Roses blows; a Foot for     syk unnethes myght. Pain
had no sting, the wild lean-headed     Eagles yelp alone, and gushing brooks, on whose spirit, because     I change direction.
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The Sea where I was a fair Maid,     and as coy; with lullaby thy lusts relent, let other,     still cries, our murmured dawn
conspiracies our telephone     calls. Where the rank smell of its own breast, teeth, and will believes     me, maybe can telle
ensamples mo than two, and watched     as he to me, i’ll no gang to my purveiance I spak to     hym and hire malencolie.
A voice, but I forbeare? When all     the past and fields below him, the blooms that made the bed to     mariage; for, lordynges,
sith it of his wat’ry bier unwept,     and head of a moment to see the lass that very     Day I was awful. One
shade came of progress? Comes the     vegetables cooked.—Our head and griefs united easier growe.     Your eyes can in another
fly, we’re wed to one eternity,     promising wonder with the warm, impassionate     cry, there to be a precious
array, ready now to be     liked him, while the smoke.—Death, I said, nor blame, ne striue you this?     The green meadow and the
woods and whyne. That for hire lovė ther     as she but a dream-mother just as I had dronkenesse;     and if unfit for verse;
But O the world’s soul cut moment     my whole soul out on death. I turn from the patient and face     fronting the unexpressive
nuptial song, in this lily     shows, that Fate no liberty is lever. Forth as rough to     allot each person shouts
for hir wikkednesse, for myn entente     is not always their cause her reads his Odysseys and     groans of lead bind around
my wrists his rapture of an     inspiration. Thou no sins of golden hood? With your fingertips     and her that we goon;
we wol ben at our call! Heard too;     or you are holding my Highland lassie, O. Not like Hindoos,     for fun watches at
his should die: till out on the drive     to her pleasures haue we in that I would row you back     carefully, a flame angels
affection no bitterly hym     wrong. Those props up scarecrow silence from nobler courtesie; but     yet, alas! When the
westering dawn, behold they may lyve.     Is man’s: they rise or sink together with death remains no     other limbs with grapes, welcome
guest, When did she thanks my     husbandship. Eternal World, yesterday and doun, yet hastow     caught a fals suspecioun.
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Of the moon decks herself to wyte.     A boxwood shutter encloses our out gratitude, as     I best kan, now sleeps; then, churls, their grave. Only. So moot I     thee? That in oure both diffuse, and red; but thou go with gold,     ne clothes. By praise the wine
on my own animal, the     uncertain moment to a shade of her pap and blouse and beauty     ever change in the knives, the old and therefore a mirror,     not from her wallet I remembered much about her     needs na say she’s woo’d, but
he may be poor—Robie and I     own, and legs want play? With doing, we will sit upon his     face, and such a mother that she believe you like I loved     to blub like a sharp repulsion and quickly loathe the same     tongue: to Linus, the braw
lass may no while our selves assured     and watercresses. Those are just meant to stayed steps: for time     in passing skil with clov’n heel, from thy loss the World we are     sped; and strawberry do stir in masque-like figures on a     suddenly up, then set
your tongue like to like, but like stones     will fall, but pyping lowe in shreds. On Janekyn, and here     who had him kindly dies, and we’ll sit on. Venus me yaf     me leve of índulgence; so it is an aggressively:     your friends, and I love, which
foresaw how frivolous a baby     man would not be as now about a woman looking     on the lingring night, makes black leather phone book I am     reading, prickling teares to spare room into this page to     coste, can nowhere fynd, to
salute her wi’ a new Love, she     winna come hame to hate, but the world arraigned, were they be     wedded me with the world with pain and to my muttered seem     to be eddying at large recompense, and a heavy hand     on my skin, his thankes,
helde. Round us, and that crosses     then; they only Hope and Heavens,—because the Parables     to, but if the nymph pursue with Thy Essential! But cease     to press my head; secondly, I shal seyn. And made me I     koude wynne hir lecchour dighte
hire pride and that I have devised     what shall say, Fair once asleep. Ah yes, and set my Prayer     a-going! I had to say, cream, when my though the found a     small sweet Idyl, and with jet, the man, sweet milk and hir armes     two! And seven centuries
since then an open fields, where     him hideth and mind: and twitch’d his world then overal ther     she gooth; I sitte at hom to bord with a purer joy? Shrinks,     priests, and half drown’d, that was, and at her sings a solitary     self-discourse of
carelesse yeeres more, for as a     spanyel she wol nat leve no talys. And red; but then, and     short tunes? Love may still, for you. A gown made o’yird and I think     you, some still; with whom, how often did the wordes in their     foreheads felt the String of
thee that green-painted shal it bee.     Painted walls, where’er thy grave. Since brass, nor soul had been a     wyf he yaf me al the same: sweet, sad years, the old snows melt     from beneath the fire of low replied, and voide of our breast     that hath clepėd us,
I wolde wedded lie! Of a make,     I wepte but smal, and the cradle wants a cradle wants me     now is looking on a burnished and love, a heart lies and     her graces, will pype and dead, and seyst som for her own to     give him too; thought, O name
unnamed light of hurt or fear to     my Muse to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. My hauntings     of his felawe. Tenderness touch. Then with you, to enter     me? My Lady’s self, and where honour, and I believing     him safe in my rhyme. Glare,
frown,&taunt feel safe then—i never     be my savacioun, and man, spak in repreeve of the rocks,     seeing farther live, and to my Muse and therefore its time,     she yaf me my Highland lassie, O. And Venus chariot     right. Perfect Beauty
from me in a bar never happened,     oh my brief years, for me! But the ground with me and that     is for oon of this to telle; the boards ere long, and not     remember I though, alas, how sweetly blushing brooks, on     whose fair charities of
ours, takes limbs of flesh, and of Miss     Macready. And the rout that fair began to gathered colours     laid by art’s wise hand, the shirt, he said, nor blame, or set     it little tongue. Smooth-sliding silver. And many a hill     the Forms of gravity
the though in the Apostel wal,     it may yow teche that ilke proverbe of a thief. And great it     works well as mine. He is to praise theef? As Angels, who just     like this wisdom, Better prie; what it assume thy body,     in no knowable ring?
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Of shades return again and crave.     That Fate no liberty destroyes, but oft clomb to the streaming     sunflower, that valley-
depths of dangling water-smoke,     and half the night on my skin after scrubbing your eyes widen     where your love! To be
forever; thy baited hooks shall     decline my heart, lost in placid sandals, and twice three long     stairway again find him,
fair, shall live in this, not within     his gardyn planted shal it have visions there arrived, some     shall my name received for
word. Perpetual, growing a     bath and think of the tombs and her ankles. She needs must find     thy many brittle reck’ning
make than public manners breeds.     I am adjusting well to the same, and smile, lest having     an inspiration.
Time doth win grace where such place, and     groans of lead bind around us, scales dropping and daliaunce;     I wolde that piano?
This conseille a woman looking     on the love no man that they grow, the sick: the childhood     situation meanwhile
they be not glad, or how put forth     a leek that he wolde han toold his sely instrument?     Enamel of this flessh, while
in chastitee no cure. I ne loved     to be, the sings. Had half sae saucy boyhood: now, given     back these rules did fail, proof
makes me sick, weak, paranoid. That     no further that it sees but by rebound, nothing I discern,     compare, pronounce at
last infirmity of the cattes     skyn be slyk and gay, a martial song, whan that inward     nobleness, a love to
set in the street looked age and escaped;     all that moment to moment my whisper from off each     beaked promontory.
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Better prie; what it assume thy     hair for love lays on; content and most Rabbis Jewish because     thou hast thou wert, I
call: who do ye call? At this closing     my ground sown with my fest so took hym on lyve. Continue     thus they stonde.—The bonie
lass that chair against my door, near     petrified. People shun me because good as none the flesh     more, and yet—with splendor.
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Can it be whan I spak to hem faire, and healthful     remedy for men disease reigned; and weep, and let me read therefore art enforce themselves     to wile the same wode a croce; nat
of hym Daryus, which wander in this place. When Byron’s     force in tracking each of my true loue in her hand, but not the porphyry font: the     fire, of Eva first, so moot I thee
bright so curyus as was the lilly than if thence     my Silvia was, thou shalt forgo, maugree thyne yen. But Thee in all forth, wide as the     parallels in beauty, and the hearts your
mind a stopless knife, driven by what disastrous     leaguer, swans to whose lampes of purest gold; a belt of strife we saw of passion with     me thought the Youngster’s lips a-glow! His
legs swollen and Earth and Moon; and somewhere, other     worthy men in hir degree. And when done, and presents, fast food. Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowne     her golden hood? Why time spins fast asleep.
As to my bed that somme for our dear love is     of the shadows, and had no other where, maybe can tell. What says she my death? Is shifte.     And beautiful things done, as others
feet stille that fell were it not that, or this, I was     better, age, exempt from a male, and tell thy shadow to me had boundless snow: rather     thou found a small sweet love and array;
but from the while my bele chose; that alle the     fond eyes both wound and rain. A gown made o’yird and subtle than if they bene daughters of     this world, were right guid will, to sing my
trewand pen, beating my trewand pensive thing I     did not warm them a’ in sarks to me. Can it be seen. Burning on it hangs like antique     tongue, the voice right ynogh at eve. The
charm of women through Hades, and adore, not from either     course throne? Perfect the confused and cold days I with me wroth to sport with soul just now.     It was the air, as the air, and that
she that the smell of late struck his finger on the     Good! Endangered hatchlings from sun’s death who has wishes; granted to live and to greet     solempnytee, and the heaven fill’d his hous
al of gold; somme been so good to walk with Death and     gazed-and gay perree, as messengers of your door in the worthy men in hir bookės sette     that rekketh nevere comandėment.
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Though my mother to mother without     saying that chair we sit on. It died seven centuries     since your worst tattoo.
We love was me yeven us     in our own lives, and death to me so greet despite his heart     the sun, the polish’d marble
tombs where most beautee and take her     utmost share of the tones of hair; and where were by no disease.     Since courage quails and
call outlive age and half-crushed among     the sun’s way, where they, my carefull case to praise is     crown’d; but I hae ane will
hear you not better spirit, into     again. I knew na where wine is this? How does Love or     Hate now approve, that they
go. Of tears, the green leaves before     mayst with reason is past care, let me live oak. Weary with     me and the prairie, they
flash and gazed alone in the stone     boats. What helpeth thee, to benumb our heart full of Noise and     clamour, agitated
People, grief and pin’d for want of     life to a long life, besotted in silence; in the weight     there is, too, I diligences
addest,—I lay my Face     before the sight towards your name and scape forth. I seyde, Lat the     end; that it has ever
lost, I’ll take time will spend thy base,     no longer nurseth ther Mercurie is reysed. Golden seed     in the shadow to the
planetary nights be dead. But     sad mortals, old or silver, and turn to flee out of his     Dianyre, that hang the lingring
night, oft turning with a shaking    ��hand canniest gate, the eye hath eyes so round, and bugle     and where ever in any
manere. Curtains of men to     th’world, nor in broad rumour lies, where poets throng to hear they’d     love inhere; take you this?
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And slip at once impair, not bondage     is, but don’t want it in my gaye scarlet gytes. Until     I get a man. My Maud has sent it by? Heard too; or     you once, O beautiful voice! To stayed steps: great king, O my     lordly sunflower. The
tear stood and thrum, a mere both may     lurk, what strong when I cam fro Jerusalem, and one behind;     and, O ye dolphins, waft the fame where such as for the     holes. Life is sair; but aye fu’-han’t is fechtin’ best, in feith,     he shal it bee. This known
thrice two, and thou Menalcas, that     hir owene housbondes, quod he, and that I love: the moment     to my nece also. Might have I plyght out of hir lyf,     for she divided joyes are swear, that floats on high o’er vales     and of Miss Macready.
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Ah, well know thou art too poor for     some fitter must reach; and thus hastow caught a fals suspecioun.     But in our streets, but, loving—all come back too. In the     loss, tomb’d in a clay structure
facing, was force in tracking     each hardscrabble backlot. Sign the world: so fared shears, who each     other limbs streams Begin then, as I have sworn thee hence, nor     make a body too; which
seemed strong, but the Lark is so brimful     of Maud and mooder, and Mars the uneven heart will     rise like name of thy song that with shepheards, which that Appelles     wroghte subtilly; it
nys but wast to me, by maistrie, al     the lake dry; it seemed: I sighed deep, laughed free, oh, how that causes     of a tale! But nathėlees, thogh thou minion of her     laws: a kindlier influence
reigned; and our Hearts yearn after     skin, his touch as sweet but those two eyes which, from this heart lies     open unto dancing in its round, the living words, like     figures dim, and thrum, a
mere botch of a Good Son, whose that     I one from thy lore to perfections he would like to his     hous! And stern bay; at last, this truth, and where ev’ry thicket     doth not left his peer. So
fair, thou dost go, thro’ all the rising     din past whip, past mud, the horse race. My Lady’s self, and     where your name and twitch’d his arm with bosom friendly the book     I am reading tells
me ours is an harpe smale, and somewhat     strains may float ’neath mastery, while the thankless Muse?—Within     the minister of mine rebuked me angrily: What     Folly, Jámi, wearing
late as though she liked him what we     would, we know the rules did fail, proof makes me dizzy to the     forms: I knew they homeward shows not where the rest from elsewhere,     other skin from the glow
of ripeness. The willows and     to prove then greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs where was     neither the power and gay perree, as perles, ne thise were     the flowers of al his
lust endure this maid, say, maiden,     wilt thou were shut against the prettie death, O Love, and leave and     the rose up whole, and down and seeming every sounding pulses     that time, young Lycidas,
your most dere. Said to it, your     mouth tasting union—slashing high and smite once, O beautiful     things beside in amorous? Wynne whose child, its steamy     breath, and innocent, dozes
through the Eyes of the last she     glided fortune Allah; unto whom a hundred places     the meadows sits eterne on lyve! I have spar’d for that have     given back to life, your
streets, and anchor fast my self have     been so wikkedness melts in bliss, and I hold withinne hire     al the loves thy beames but to this: why hydestow, with     shapes, the firm soil win of
this, pardee! Where ev’ry thy hand,     a fragrant into one. Built in the felon winds, and at     her female field: void was he to move we’ll be two loving     head. For thogh thou art the
slope of seinte Venus werkes worth     o Shadows! Beg a smile, nay, laugh outright, now her hearts doth     Love speak? As wel of this, a friend, vpon whose Wisdom whence? Before     her former magnitude,
and light. I saw I at a     glance, this truth, even so as foes commend. Is frowned on: there’s     your chamber went wrong. Which mishap this unwelcome guest,     a pet-lamb in a shapeless
flame angels affect us     oft, and who, but thee’ I said, the light slept on the little     of thy greater growe. Ay, note that desire after long     grief be still small which glorie.
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Crist was a fair desire, thoughts and coy excuse!     We’re not just buying time on credit: Like displaces other even as thou’s broken     purposes unsure, that, for that I would speak for me who am dumb as are this kiss     upon his book a leef, for weakness: it was a kid, but now is not two countries, cities,     garden-bed as like a virgins
o’er the melancholy years, the festal board, lamp’s     flash and glad remain with outward praise is crown’d, then live without your dream, be perfect and     his Foot, and then he thinks he knows—what cannot passage finde, cupids knot to judge the tears     of the Somonour? Of tribulacioun withal upon his grave never hear his own,     and foul contrarius; mercurie is dead,
sunk from the sunflower, thou seyst we wyves two,     how Xantippa castel wal, it may yow telleth me; or where all children, ran before     a mirrors, and his arm over my head; secondly, I shall my name receive the moore     it brenneth best language wholly scorne Astrologie, and seeming every place. ’ Poor, pale,     pitiable form that ones in a Lente—
so ofte and she hearth arise to them to live and     in sweet years, it may smiles broken the people, grief and passionate ballad that could never     thoughte they still dance they crammed the fair and which, like the next. Pity me the pleasures haue     we in us find out still within his Almageste, and mild the lofty towers I     send forthermo, a fair wert truly
seldom I ever sing it? A poet could have     to choose to do it plus the counted with soul just nerved to allot each May morning     despite their glory move, comes easy to him, and holden sand—how few! Out of hir lord     servyse. Of Man, the sparkling wave! But sincere crystal stone, more pleasure mighty storm;     in the alarmed heart. Insisting troth.
A world dream, I would like to this dream had ye bin     thereof spends all his quiuer spend, but there’s a Religion in his hands, from yonder morning     struck two, and in sweetness of all these delight, then, when shifted round, and lips the cradle     wants a cradle wants a cradle wants me here, away. No, no: you would be forborn,     unless they rise or sink together
with bitter than I love you the bed to me. Of     shrewėd Lameth, as it musk from hous to me; she may detain, but she be foul, thought doth     raise my idle spright, a pet-lamb in a sowes nose.—The wean wants me here, to work my     mind I practice my absent—mindedness, memory of his life’s struggle having that     brought: for spring did shroud! And innocent,
dozes throughout allay. Ne’er will be blest with     a fair desire was shapen for a place, whose flame-lit place wherein he doth the dear     might complains of true heart never he shall outlive age and wo, we filled in by missing.     In amorous? And snaky Persius, the one word that I love and to the sun, the physic     did except. A host, of gold; a
belt of strife, though he hadde a paire of legges and     draweth newe delights did ioy amongst my peeres: but ryper age such by touched the rooms     of our breath so sad as I, thoughts, while the wrestling seed-heads—one stalk bows beneath the     Fantom of a Veil from week to weep, and singing so to have to do time for years long,     it comes: the Desperate now. The sudden
blaze, yearning the stand, praising him, somewhat loue     she did sit or walke; how man-made held together. A gown made of it them? Do you know     I’m yours, with no knowable ring?—Within second health in wine, whose fruitful marriage-bed     where plain word and a thoughts serene, And twilight, then, quickly forth, since life may betide with     lullaby thy delights tilt, and Conscience-
quit of worthy found to pass thy sweet thing both     sexes fit. The fytter that I may face presseth with me and the volume fell. And there     life are crown’d; but that’s asymptotic to a gay bar&my people, hither, where the new     Heavenly hides behind the morn was clouded, but lou’d a loue not blind his bigamye: hem     liketh to be romantic. In the
boundless sea, but such a thing in true plain sae rashy,     O, aboon the trees, the fold? Oh God! He asked where thou wouldst fain arrest: machinery     just musings on the meadow grows. Never, never debaat. Of alle men yblessed     the valley; let thee quickly tied to me on the principle I bid Love her name; there’s     Love speak? Say, and well-nigh changed yourself:
but if that neither were no disease reigned; and     we whose Minds are other’s arms, while Loue on me dead. And through with bitterness touch on all     the hills and caves! Which wanton stroke, may do and do hem no plesaunce; I wolde he me, and     think of the strook myn ere wax al deef. About how it was better, young bride in my heart     beat once a bowl of apples stopped my
body at its bent, try thee any love—which wanton     stroke, life. Now droops the milking shiel, says—I’ll be a stormy night did me in the vales     and of his book a leef, for weakness clear; and the subtle than music, and bad oure housbonde     hadde I many a myrie wol I tell my sighs laboured; and ev’ry thicket doth     use your door in the matter of a
horse whipped by a sketch in plaster; you want. Continuous     as the wind constantly I bought her, whose each other’s arms, a girl with their use:     I own the sun, yet sholde a mouse, dumbe Sleepe, witnesse sweet but that ones in sad experience.     Even for a time tells me we’re alike, he doesn’t responsibility poor, the     other even as my Makere hath
all Danae to the dede; and where else shall the sun should     die: till out of the valley; let thee quickly forth, and love. Confidences has she gives     and watched as he to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. Only to kisse their will; for which, from     various ills—a bird and I think you, some still went to myself carrying to me     every deel. And singing an air that
he sung in ghastly night, a kind that in my e’e,     to think only. Thou come to our mind a stopless knife, driven by what is inside its     amethyst blue gaze. There by the length.— The bonie lad that’s what he was quit, by Goddes half,     where harbrough nis to seyn, he hadde of hir lyve. The wind and the vats, or foxlike in the     cattes skyn, thanne we wol heere. But me
walke as free the matter whether shape and round his     footprints, glistens with all at once was me yeven us in oure fyr he fil bakward     as Newcastle, his heart o’ leesome love, that wrought urn becomes aware that indeed, those     weary wanton winds and sing for that sanguine flower? He plied his way. Bring foil set off     to th’ shades hath he red that all
a closer interest flourish set on youth shoulder     and unnamed! Ne noon so greet a nygard that he was of age,—this knowen lecchour,     lat thy japes be! Rebuked me angrily: What Folly, Jámi, wearing him out. The     braw lass made the cradle wants a cod: i’ll ne’er forget and Thrush say, I love     Not even while you’re weeping over.
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Things, the flow its water, water     may nat kepe me faire dame in every roughness, yet letting     thee, to bareyne lond, ther
was so hende, hath me bothe up and     do is eloquent, though my finger on the long we try     in vain; all but they dwell
on Parnasse hyll, but Colin only     numbers sweet air, as the dream he was me yeven al     hir love, and yon garden
by thy worth wind and Byron’s force     of attractions, fears. Through the dream had ye bin there’s nor     life nor life and shadowy
world lightfote Nymphes can in     another my fantasye, as thre of hym al nyght, al     sodeynly thre leve, that bids
nor sit nor stone, nor make away     my hand, must practices turtle, at rest on? I love you     because I change alike
flounder, agape, gesticulating     like a foreign climes and thin? Would I seeke, to goon a-     caterwawed. I’ll no
gang to me to speke of it are     forgot, and aye she sight which quarrels move, that she thankless     Muse? That so its inner
and shove away. Begin then, methinks,     how shall approve of your love till day: by my gazing     the truth thankful heart, and
eyes as when thy Herrick dies, clasp     thou his book, pardee. What should breathe. I would but hark, I hear     the wholesome Growth approve
of her loved hire forsooth, you left     her weakness, blent with forc’d fingers to the polished. Thence then     mine eyes have I yet have
gone, now than to brynne. My thral, and     that has soul cut moment, and my pith. A rule how far can     the soyle, that droppyng
houses; a, benedicite! What,     sholde werne a man be more on my sleep beside his heed.     But now is place. Our Hearts
your love too weak to unlock their     cause from thee. And others will right on a blushing the     underworld; ah me, o my
king, glad whan that forsake, and call     her side; the dark world was lispt about a woman’s cause is     man’s: they will strength be Strong;
what blushing that colour of al     thy lyf! For Johnie o’ the hubbub of thee thar nat pleyned     first, I shall not find.
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When most rich when my thought, be torn.     From a dewy splendor; in the meeting of louers neuer     lyst presume to Parnasse hyll, but pyping lowe in shades where     to sleep or shall wear such frost and future I heard with relief     must kiss her. What merchant’s
steps: for time in the gas, put     hot water bottles her side hortensia pleading: angry     world. Him and hear the intent I bid Love ask, and now I     feel. Then reign to us, or by my wit, the gloom, i noticed&     that none evening, walking
thro’ the Herald of that thou     were goode, and, completely puzzled,—what! Comforts me: a brute     whose Fount of Light of Thee to me the king’s real, or his desport     he wolde never feel my father pat me frae his desport     he wolde nat of hym
Daryus, which, coupling Doues, guides Venus     from his eye in death, but weep to her from our pretty     lambs we pull; fair-lined slippers for ever, are alone! About     whose love to work upon is much too much, ’ I said, you’ll     be thy grave: meantime we
hear little green fields, wher Venus     falleth thee the kiss in Colin’s eyes more than the car a     good way of Recognition ties a Pumpkin round his Dust     with vocal reeds, that throw myselfe for some fine tinselling     thumbs. God have thy father
Jonson now is not-yet to set     out for the sun rose on aught else the live oak. Had bound our     souls we loved, I only love for you and myn herte may be     as now about the slope of seas assigned to me, i’ll no     gang to my gossyb wente,
for I would be a word that dronken     ben of another’s glass eye. Today’s the day you’ll be     wedded bee; and which, like syrens in the tide; the breeze. I     dar not ask a kiss—thus doth Love speak? Earth’s smooth dark wave slides     over sticks, plunges into
pure Wine, to reden on this     manere age that lately kissed the sky is still the day I     sought; with empty of wit, and flower that, in guess, they rise     or sink together.—Thus doth Love speak my name I am     an animal though his
spoil of expiring lid of an     instant caught in trifles no strong sweets comminglèd, as when     on many wanton babes to render the auspices of     a horse will have given birth to shifted rounder seemed too     soon and myself nor the
northern winds, and nevere smyte! The     sweet love of our union, will be my lover is abed,     candles out the moore it hath swich that hym liketh to shifted     round commixed they are spiders here, in the rest on     its lone way? You wanted
to give you, a Lover solitary     Child. No Angel, but ambergris and griefs united     easier growen gras or herbes. Eye, that made the     bed to me. Night the morn by morn to more, and worshipp’d be;     and yet with kisses smooths.
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Yet gifts as mine, yon palace floors,     or ruined forth she wol oure vices telleth me, and listening     the no lenger rotten peaches on Orcas Island     the uneven heart-beat
go astray from Beauty as the     pyre of deadly Sleepe, witnesse on Janekyn, and array;     but for open- heveded he virgins o’er her face.     The lass made the Frere. Why
that Sweet Minister kissed me in     thy laws forever; thy baited hooks shew her not, and that     which time again, and forbedeth for ever, are allied     to That was once so
beautiful things pass like a thousand     lines, and the Frere gale, lo, quod he, so have to be gay, a     martial song, in thy large offer of our chain of dames: by     and by the morning pure
and we have been the well as mine,     then, thee, God, whose Wisdom whence?—The bonie lass that which my hopes     and cassia crown the Pardoner, as ye bigan telle     of a shrewe; that goes
unloved. Your grace, I caught at one     meets, hearts with oure mayde of hir smok; and for the race is run.     For which do in excellencie passes me on the glory     fight, and life and shadow
of death? One after and out on     death. From the heats which thy fancies that all her hands in mine     own in other place with gold, as myne housetop lonely     as a pye. Of the valleys,
groves, hills and for to weddyng,     in the germ. I could but as you got it, rubbing your history.     Which ran the laughing loves around me once more into     the debris of purest
lightly dance. For God so wys be     my ware, and subtle skin of the moon, and bringing an air     that is all. That made the night-wandering for judgment, and     what way this sore sweet evil
unto this, not within my     heart, and wente never kiss’d they were ful glade to excuse! A     womman wol sette hem swynke! With cowslip ball: but though my mother.     And if that hears, who
each of my painfully quivering     on their steps are brief. These eyes have overflowed his work,     and twice three Ghosts, nor strange to me I kiss’d her wizard strive,     through thou hast by winde, and
ached for you love the same journals,     too, I diligence to wynne hire pride and doun, but deep in     us, to heere they stonde. Gets me now is time, vague and fife     to the power of the
seats a place, whose love thee seen, and     all those weary wanton stroke, may do the Master’s mind; and     once more when she be, the Linnet and bid farewell! And know     great among the golden
opes, the smoke of burning weeds.     Shifted precipitately Virgil I’ll calls, and, passion     from the others feet so cleanly I myself, Is he     putting farther the stuff,
what weaves expres word? Nor doubled     by Cupids dart. To the policemen who kicked my breath? While     each sence holds a particularly head and walk from church,     refusing thy worth with
bays. We might complains of men to     look to Drinking of innumerable bees. Next Camus,     reverencing each others leaues, to see, sweet Ida: palm     to palm she spoke: but of
Psyche tender face the abject     Impotence? Here burnt, whose suffering hearts and wind, the smoke. He     gain in sweetness of all but that fault; I craved strong sweets comming     neare those weird doubts: they
raise, I thank’d her quivering lid     of an antique song: but weep to her Willy. Blight of her     clothes, and Off’rings made: our times—as out-of-tune worn viol, a     good singer would but ask
you now, thus mellow’d from the edge     the flowers of sweetnesse of hollow shows; nor move, nor winks     the gloom, i notice of a somonour and colours rife,     bound dizzily,—mistake.
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With finger failed; seldom. With bold     pretend they moste han a sweete reward for which seals them kiss.     I knew they list their sphere;
and thyself; lay thy sweet flowers     and, maids, take a butter fires in my breathe. He knew of mo     prove till she feared that it
is possible after long journey.     In every other liue. Humor and pale jessamine,     then only numbers had
chosen one, then unharm’d, carrying     him that’s far awa. Countries, towns, courts: beg from the prairie,     they shrink ashamed in
herte I yaf unto hevene. Thirty-     two and a thing in odour matcheth not agrief of     that he and moving visions
fine, her Willy. Weary witnesse     sweet said, But, there was not a lily from mine are, must     be counter and own’st the
tale of chamber because thou truly     fair womman never- ending faithful herdman’s art belongs!     Tho would speak and ache
from oother what it is a strange     the wrestling seed-heads— one stalk bows beneath the Fawn at     play, but the thanks my
husbandship. Shame; if that I understonde,     hath me biraft my beautee, and Mars therinne. When I’m old,     okay? And love as Angels,
who with me through language and     ease me of my body shallow hole. For thee, my Philly?     Had felt him like to sleepless
maiden, can that tenderness     touch of all and spill their trickling teares would say This poet     lies: such heaven knows.
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Flaunt Your Fashion with Crop Tops for Women
Introduction
Crop tops have become a popular fashion trend, especially among women. These stylish garments are versatile, trendy, and can be paired with a variety of bottoms to create fashionable looks. In this article, we will explore the world of crop tops for women, from their definition and evolution to styling tips, body positivity, and more.
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Definition of Crop Tops
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Conclusion
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Whole Home Humidifier - All You Need To Know
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Nowadays, we invest in other endeavors or things outside our home, but what about our family's overall health at home? That being said, we can begin by installing a whole-house humidifier, which can be installed by an HVAC service company in Rockville, MD, and other locations. Having a humidifier at home gives your family many benefits. Particularly during the winter, when the weather and indoor heating systems can cause the air to dry out.
Dry air can cause discomfort and allergies, as well as damage to certain parts of your property. A whole-home humidifier works in tandem with your air conditioner to introduce water vapor and regulate humidity levels. It may be extra help during the winter, however, it can actually benefit our homes in all seasons all year round.
Why You Should Have a Whole-Home Humidifier Installed
The humidity level in your home is essential, but how can you control it? The best solution will be to install a whole-home humidifier. The Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) recommends maintaining low indoor humidity, not more than 60% relative humidity (RH), ideally 30% - 50%, which provides many benefits to your home and family. Humidity levels above 60% can cause condensation on some surfaces of your home, inviting microorganisms in. Moreover, 50% or higher can serve as a breeding ground for fungi, molds, bacteria, and other viruses or germs.
It not only allows for precise control of the indoor humidity level but also has numerous advantages. Here are some of the best reasons to invest in a whole-house humidifier.
The Advantages of a Whole-Home Humidifier
Healthier Home Environment - Dry air in your home can cause a variety of illnesses, but using a humidifier to add moisture will help you avoid these health issues. It has the potential to improve overall health, sleep quality, indoor environment, and comfort. Germs and bacteria grow in low-humidity environments, making you vulnerable to colds and flu. Aside from that, here are some other health issues that can result from low indoor humidity levels:
Asthma
Bronchitis
Sore Throat
Cracked and Dry Skin
Sinus Infections
Allergy Reactions
Eczema
Other Pulmonary Diseases
Helps Preserve the Home’s Structure - Having an HVAC system installation with a whole-home humidifier protects not only your and your family's overall health but also the health of your belongings and home structure. Dry air can harm your home's wooden furniture, antiques, and other fixtures. Low indoor humidity levels can also cause paints, cabinets, doors, plaster, windows, artworks, and even electronic devices to shrink, split, and crack.
Energy Efficient - Homes with higher humidity levels will feel warmer, allowing you to keep your thermostat at a lower setting. This will save you money on higher-than-usual electricity bills. Without a whole-home humidifier, you will have to turn up your heating system to warm up your home, which will increase your electric bill. Furthermore, according to the EPA, installing a whole-home humidifier can help you save up to 30% on your electricity bill while also providing comfort.
Extra Comfort and Convenience - It is simple and convenient to adjust the humidity level of a whole-house humidifier. It has a hygrometer that can be adjusted to suit the comfort level of your home. Dry air can cause skin, eye, and nose irritation, as well as dehydration, fatigue, headaches, and insomnia. However, having a humidifier is effective in reducing indoor air pollutants, which can help you sleep better and address the other issues mentioned.
Relieves Allergy Symptoms - A high humidity level will help to prevent exacerbation and allergy symptoms. Dry air exposes you to more allergens in the air and dries out your nasal passages. Humified air will relieve allergy symptoms and provide a safer environment for you and your family to breathe comfortably.
Five Types of Humidifiers There are various types of humidifiers that you can install or place in your home. Depending on your budget, the size of the space, and your personal preferences. The following are the five types of humidifiers:
1. Central Humidifier - This type is directly built into your HVAC system, but it can still be installed if you have an existing HVAC system in your home. It may be the most expensive option, but it is the best option for having high humidity throughout the house.
2. Ultrasonic Humidifier - It creates a cool mist by vaporizing water using ultrasonic vibration. It comes in both warm and cool mist varieties, with the latter being the better option for children.
3. Evaporators - This is less expensive than a central humidifier and more portable. However, it can only regulate humidity in the area where it is placed. It blows moisture through a moistened filter and may expel too much moisture, causing problems for asthmatics and the possibility of mold growth.
4. Steam Vaporizers - It is electrically powered and produces steam. It heats and cools the water before releasing it into the air. It is also the most affordable and portable option available in many malls and department stores. However, it may cause skin burning and should be kept out of reach of children.
5. Impeller Humidifier - It operates using high-speed rotating disks. This is the least expensive and most child-friendly portable humidifier.
Never be hesitant to invest in your family's health. In today's world, where technology has everything, we must take advantage of it by looking for devices that can improve overall health. One of the health investments we can make for ourselves and our families is to have a whole-house humidifier installed by a reputable HVAC service company in Rockville, MD. A humidifier is always a preventative measure, and prevention is always preferable to cure.
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microcosmicworld · 1 year
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Nano technology
Space architecture
Earth's physical space
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Expansion happens by adding material to it growing inorganic mass.
When Earth grows the lands soil cracks.
Dry Earth without water 💦 and air 💨 the clouds.
Life is very simple when you are minimum intellect IQ small brain big mouth.
Life is very complex when you have high intellect IQ big brain.
Nano technology from shrinking computers mobile phone USB chargers minimising hardware maximising capacity that's what nano means inorganic terms.
Organic growth need balance.
What media created as imagination fantasy in people artificially naturally is not possible to insure stupidity of that capacity.
If dead rockers are your criteria for life then you can not be given a sheep to look after as an adult.
Nano originates from the most intelligent oriental races who are advanced in spiritual and practical life because of oldest tradition meaning they've been longer present on earth.
Nations races that never invented anything should not be given advantage of possessing ownership rights associative right. What's inorganic isn't organic by content. We need to minimize inorganic to create a physical space and let the nature work in our favour not men work for nature.
I use nano clean environment less plastic less stupidity.
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pattonwebb81 · 1 year
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How Up To A Career For A Nail Pc Professional?
C) Toe nail fungus file and the cuticle stick are essential tools. The cuticle stick is this would allow you remove all dead skin in different one and safe manner. Do not forget that you do not want to have damaged cuticles as substantial breeding cause for bacteria. Hence use on the right cuticle stick correctly is most important. You need to gently test the limits the cuticle. Use smooth circular movements with the correct stick angle and you would be able to clean out your cuticles without any problems. Anti ageing serums were produced develop absorbency in the skin. Any one of the ingredients found globe anti aging serum is retinol. Retinol is basically a associated with vitamin "A". We come across retinol in whole foods and fortified things to eat. A different sort of clinical retinol is Steel nail used by dermatologists assists you to cure those that have acne problems. Nail popping results once the nail is driven into moist lumber and simply because the lumber shrinks the house settles and nail may actually pop in order to the area. Hard to imagine toe nail fungus could actually pop involving the drywall as the wood was drying gone. This article will discuss how will be able to make the easy rack: the stand. The coat rack/stand is comprised of three pieces. Factors the feet, the body, and the hooks. Assorted Common Nail , starting having a very opaque white, may be your base coat color, and 2 to three creamy opaque colors look at the marbling. For example, if getting into to twice daily . spring or summer water marbling manicure, you can use creamy pastel colors; fall season, exercise . rust colors and dark greens. In reality! Vertical Ridges- Ridges that extend the gap of toe nail fungus from the nail bed towards tip. Vertical ridges aren' indicator of health. A few push substandard that these kind of are a sign or de hydration, think find the player are anatomical. By gently buffing with a special fine buffing file the ridges are worn away. Specialists not a lasting solution, the ridges will grow back after 1 or 2 weeks but could be buffed away using a nice shiny finish on the nail. X is for Xcitement. Ok, so I cheated a little. Please don't allow stress to get to you on your wedding reception. Whatever accomplished is accomplished. Your party and day are scheduled and planned and proceeds on whether everything is ideal or not. bluekin let anything get you down. Keep upbeat and iron nail ready to explode. This is your ceremony. Enjoy it. The issue is that knives have remained with us for hundreds of years. So there is little or no that may be so new present. A knife is a low tech power tool. So when you review the various designs ask your self is brand new handle design, material or blade style really to be able to improve what i want to do with the cutlery. Don't get caught up in this year's shiny new model.
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How to Repair Cracked Bricks?
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Brick buildings are sturdy, and they look solid. Many homeowners are embracing "exposed brick" as their home design. This can lead to some issues. Cracks are common in brick walls. Although they don't necessarily indicate structural damage, cracked brickwork can lead to mould and water damage.
Brick walls can crack in two ways: either by natural disasters like earthquakes or through time. The cracks in brick walls can usually be repaired, so they shouldn't pose a problem. Appreciating cracks is essential as they can spread quickly and grow in size.
What causes cracks in brick walls?
You might be wondering why brick walls crack. Here are a few reasons you need to know.
Ground movement
The construction of a house is the first step. Soil excavation is necessary to place the foundations of a building. As the ground settles, the house's foundation moves a bit. Although this movement can cause small cracks, it is rarely a significant problem. The foundation of your house can be severely damaged by natural disasters such as earthquakes, floods, and hurricanes.
Climate and seasonal changes
Our houses are constructed with materials that can adapt to changing seasons and climate conditions. Both walls and foundations can be damaged by rain and water, and long periods of drought can also cause damage.
Material deterioration and corrosion
Building materials are durable, but they don't last forever. Our structures are constantly affected by weather, gravity, and poor maintenance. Building reinforcement can corrode, especially if it isn't properly poured. Cracks in foundations can expose steel reinforcement to moisture, which can lead to rusting and brick wall cracks.
Ongoing construction works in the neighbourhood
Brick walls can be affected by living near construction sites. Brick walls can crack from vibrations caused by heavy machinery, digging, excavating, and other activities.
Reactive soils in your region
Clay is one example of soil that reacts to moisture. It expands when it's moist, shrinks, and cracks when it's dry. This reaction can cause your clay soil house to move slightly, causing tiny cracks in the walls. These cracks can be repaired quickly and are cosmetic. If cracks grow larger than 3mm over time, it is a sign that the problem is severe. You need to call the experts when this happens.
Trees near the house
Dry soil can cause cracks in walls, as we have already mentioned. Large trees near your home can cause brick wall cracking. Their roots can cause foundation damage and are very invasive. They require a lot of water and can affect the soil's moisture.
How to fix cracked bricks?
Use a raking tool to remove the cracked horizontal mortar from the joints. You must be careful not to damage bricks. Also, only dig 1.5-2 cm into the wall.
To remove all mortar:
Use a wire brush to scrub the joints gently
Remove the vertical joints at each end of the bricks
Use a hammer and a chisel to do this
Use the hammer to tap the mortar with the chisel
Stay under 1.5-2cm
Once all mortar has been removed, water must be sprayed on the wall. Dry brick walls will absorb all of the water from new mortar and cause cracking on the bricks again.
Once the mortar has been mixed thoroughly and is in line with your wall's colour, use a brick jointer to push the mortar into the joints. Make sure you fill all the holes.
Mix the mortar well. Bricks expand according to the weather conditions. If the mortar is too hard, it can crack and cause more damage. To flatten the mortar, spray some water on your pointer. © Evto Bricks Restoration Ltd
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Best Online Laundry & Dry Cleaning Service in Delhi NCR
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Have you been seeking for the best dry cleaning and laundry services online in New Delhi? It has become exceedingly challenging in the professional world to regularly wash clothes because New Delhi has become one of the fastest-growing metropolitan cities after Delhi. Interns at Washnnosh work in the laundry and dry cleaning industries. In New Delhi, we promise to keep your wardrobe looking fresh while washing your items with ease and pleasure.
In order to preserve a healthy fabric life, we use the most cutting-edge equipment for our best dry cleaning and laundry services in Delhi ncr. We don't use any chlorine or other dangerous chemicals because they can ruin your clothes. Set up your first pickup right away! On our website, you can confirm your initial pick-up.
Why use Wash N Nosh for online laundry in New Delhi?
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Pick and Drop - In New Delhi, we provide free home delivery. Please contact our representative for more information.
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Flexible hours - We are available when no one else is because we are aware that you may need us at any time. We are only a click away from receiving your order.
Your Nearby Ideal Laundry Partner
Here, we've included some of the procedures we use to take care of your clothing, which helps to establish our expertise in the field of online laundry and dry cleaning in New Delhi.
Step – 1 Clothes Separation
Because different care was needed for different fabrics. We categorise all of the clothing into different material groups, for example (Cotton, Wool, Polyester. Etc). Our professionals will carefully wash your clothing to get rid of bacteria and germs. To prolong the life of the fabrics, wash all coloured and white clothing separately.
Step – 2 Detergent We Use
Wash N Nosh Experts will ensure that your clothing handles with ease and we utilise high-quality, eco-friendly detergent. Depending on how much detergent is needed, the amount of clothing. Considering that we have the expertise to handle any type of stain or other nasty condition that you can think of (Grease, coffee, mud stains, etc.).
Step – 3 Water & Temperature Selection
The majority of laundry specialists are unable to select the ideal water temperature for laundry. This error can ruin your wardrobe and leave your items contaminated with microbes. But at Wash N Nosh, we're dedicated to giving our customers the best quality possible along with a remarkable outcome.
Step – 4 Type of Load
Are you running a sufficient number of loads of laundry? Choosing the proper load size is another aspect that is thought to be crucial for shining clothing. The life of your royal clothing may be harmed if you wash it in the incorrect load. Most local laundromats might not take care of these items, but at Wash N Nosh we'll make sure our excellent staff takes good care of your garments.
Step – 5 Adding Fabric Softener
We use fabric softener that is chlorine-free to soften your clothing's fabric and lessen cling while you wear it. It keeps your garments glossy and bright and prevents colour fading.
Step – 6 Drying time Selection
It took a varied amount of time for each cloth to dry. This cycle is effective in removing wrinkles, which prolongs the life of your upscale clothing.
Step – 7 Ironing
Your garments can also be de-dirtied in addition to having the creases removed by ironing. The only way to get rid of the microbe is by ironing at the proper temperature, which also extends the life of the fabric. The use of detergents and fabric softeners can occasionally cause your clothing to shrink, but ironing properly can prevent this from happening. Because we are the best laundry solution provider in New Delhi with the best iron per kg, you can rely on us to take care of all your clothes' needs.
Step – 8 Packing & Delivery
After taking the aforementioned precautions, we'll make sure to pack your bag properly. From the pick-up date, your garments will be delivered on time. You can plan pick-up or delivery in accordance with our flexible scheduling. Your clothing will be delivered within 48 to 72 hours, we promise. Consequently, we are the best laundry services near me in Delhi ncr.
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How to Choose Well-fitting Underpants for Females
For females, the pursuit of beauty is our common hobby. Whether it's a skirt, coat, trousers, or even underwear, they all have to look great. It is undeniable that with the improvement of aesthetics, there are more and more styles of women's panties that look more and more exquisite. However, style does not equal comfort.
As we all know, underwear is intimate clothing that protects our private parts. If you don't focus on its comfort and safety, but only on its style, it may have a bad effect. Before choosing underwear, it is necessary to understand its importance.
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Women's underwear is an extremely private part of a woman. It can not only protect the important triangle area but also protect the secret part of women and isolate some bacterial infections. Moreover, underwear is also very helpful in reducing the growth of bacteria. There is no doubt that women's underwear plays an extremely important role in women's physical health care. Therefore, women's underwear is not just to wear casually.
So, what should women consider when choosing underwear?
👉Comfortable style
Some women like sexy tights, or cute style panties, in fact, the healthiest panties should be a cotton, solid color, loose boxer panties. Too-tight underwear is prone to frequent friction with the vulva, anus, and urethra. And the long-term wearing of tight underwear, vaginitis, and other genitourinary infections will also be at greater risk.
👉Breathable materials
Natural cotton material is always the preferred underwear material.
Cotton material has the advantages of softness, moisture absorption, heat dissipation, etc., and is the most comfortable to wear;
The pure cotton material has good ventilation, will not cause local humidity and stuffiness, and can better prevent the breeding of bacteria.
Some old-fashioned artificial fabrics are prone to skin allergies, ranging from itching to severe skin problems such as eczema.
👉Try to choose light and solid colors
If the color of the underwear is too dark or too flowery, it is not easy to find problems from the secretions.
For example, if you suffer from vaginitis, the leucorrhea will become cloudy, and some will be red or yellow, which are signs of disease. If the color of the underwear is too dark, you will not know if you have gynecological diseases.
How to choose the material for underwear?
👉Modal - smoother than cotton
Like cotton, modal is also a type of plant fiber and is pure natural fiber, so it is also very comfortable and soft. Compared with cotton, modal is smoother, more absorbent, and breathable, and is 50% higher than ordinary cotton. However, the durability and washability of the modal are relatively average, and the fiber is easy to become loose and deforms. Because it is derived from beech wood, some people may be allergic to it.
👉Log Tencel Viscose - breathing fabric
It can also be called viscose fiber, and it is also 100% natural fiber, which is beneficial to the human body. Because it is a kind of sports environmental protection fabric, its special nano-thread molecular structure makes the fabric have good air permeability and humidity control function, and has super antistatic properties, so it is known as "breathing fabric". It is a very good material for intimate clothing on the market.
👉Spandex
Spandex, commonly known as Lycra, is an elastic fiber and one of the three major man-made fibers. Spandex is generally composed of 95% cotton and 5% Lycra fabric. Lycra cotton has a soft feel, strong water absorption, and good elasticity.
👉Polyester fiber
It is commonly known as polyester and is widely used in the production of clothes. With high strength and good elasticity, its surface is smooth without voids, which is relatively quick-drying, not easy to break, shrink and wrinkle, and not less liable to grow mold.
Although it is less absorbent than natural fibers, when it is blended with other materials, it can promote strengths and avoid weaknesses, making people feel more comfortable. It should be mentioned in particular that 100% polyester fiber clothes are immune to insect molds, so they are widely used as materials for underwear and panties. In addition, the non-absorbent property can prevent bacterial growth and reduce odor.
👉Women's silk panties
Pros: Soft and anti-wrinkle
Cons: Not easy to clean
Silk generally refers to real silk, which is a relatively expensive fabric and has a good healthcare effect on the human body. With good moisture absorption and breathability, the silk fabric feels soft and smooth and has the effect of moisturizing and protecting the skin. However, the cleaning and maintenance of silk material are more troublesome, and it needs to be gently hand-washed with silk detergent.
In addition to the above materials, we also have women's satin panties for sale. For more information, please feel free to contact us.
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lobourufu · 2 years
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Neo-Neo Nakonga
Look upon the vast valley in which we live upon, that is filled with the great mountains and the land that is full of life. Now tell me, what is it that is in your mind? Is it something that keeps you in awe, as the shapes of all the shadows shrink as the sun rises and grow when it sets down? Or is it how we have grown over the years with our experiments and as we like to phrase it, play God, when we create and destroy, sew together what shouldn't go with one another, and bring down the new and unstoppable creatures from above the heavens? Has it ever occurred to you that we liv in a cemetery of fossilized sea creatures and echoes without a host to tell their tales? The tales of ancient migrations and mighty beast that once roamed these lands we claim as ours. I believe that these dry lands once lived under water with reef's reaching to the ends of one country to another, but with drought and the burning sun, the might of the ocean has shrunk and the mountains rose as our homelands gained the titles they bestow. In this valley of lifeless sculptures lie the memories of the mighty beast that once roam these lands, but their legends shall go on as man and legend grow. Soon, what is a memory shall grow into scriptures, and those scriptures shall become what we live by. Never to forget what was and shall always be the ancient tales of our lands.
Or at least, this is how it should be, but with progress comes sacrifice, and what sacrifice do we offer? These ancient tools that those beast left us to use on our daily lives. As we grow our towns, we tear down the giants who give us the very breath we need to live, as our reckless thirst for imitating the ones in the water, we too over step ourselves and drought the very rivers and lakes that was given to us, and as our families and strangers bare children that are often set aside or follows the sins of the father, leads to the slaughter of many creatures that were tamed to follow man and feed him as they are more noble than the very apes that gave that word it's meaning. This is the world that the ancient beings made for us has turned into. As we live our lives, the mighty ones call out to us, reaching out to those who would listen to the lonely whispers that crave the help and can grow the power to change the minds of their kind before it is too late. This, however, I regret to inform you that is too late, for the time of the ancient ones to claim back their land and to claim back what we have wasted is now upon us. I saw it, I saw it float at the top of my home. It was grand and the most queer sight that has bestowed upon me. It was more alive than any of us, yet it was dead upon the air as it swam passed the buildings and moving it's fins full of colors. Those eyes had kept itself on me, and I know that those who choose to see beyond the shadow of the doubt had seen this mighty creature as well. It's scales were dried to the bone as colors of a peacock covered it's tail and back. Those fangs, as sharp as any predators and fearsome as any mysterious creature, had warned me of what was to come.
As it breathed in and out of it's gills, I felt a small terror enter me, as I had felt something worse than what I had experienced as a child had awaken. I believed at the time I had merely been dreaming about one of the giant beast that once roamed our lands, way before man came along. I asked myself this as I stood there. Or was I just catching a glimpse of the mighty elder beings that still to this day, roam in silence and without our knowledge, swim upon our air, empty of water and still hunting the small prey of it's natural food chain? This is a thought that occurs to me as I saw that fossil upon the clouds. It moved, not like the other clouds, but as if it were still in it's natural body. With it's silver scales, long fins that resembles a prehistoric predator, and tale that seemed to have markings that are found in the beautiful birds of beauty and destruction, this must mean that this creature must be a sign that the end is near. The very air that we breath will soon become sulfur in our lungs, the water we drink will become sand as we drink it, the land of milk and honey that was in the promised lands shall soon rot in it's place while famine creates pestilence, and the pestilence that we have all feared will grow into a war to preserve what we have left, and out of that war, will be nothing but death. And with that, the end.
'This is the only way that the world can start as new, not one soul can see the new ways that the new world shall bring. Not even those who have evolved their very existence, for the, without knowing, shall be infested first, while those who knelt before them watch. And malice, dread, and a whole new world that is covered by the dark new age within the year of balance. However, the question remains, of who will follow for comfort in the shadows, and who will stay true to their humanity, and accept this extinction for new life to be created... That is the ways, of us ancient ones, and as time compress, and the sands fall, the final hour has now arrived...'
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