#Clare sonnet
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Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
— William Butler Yeats
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A poem by Ian Duhig
Ian Duhig
Ian Duhig writes: The poet John Clare, I think, although his reputation has risen in recent years, but certainly for a long time it was much higher among Irish poets than it was among English poets. People know "Poor John Clare" is what he's often called: an early success, and later madness, but I was reading one of John Clare's notebooks; he used to collect tunes, as he said, from the Irish drovers on the road, and he had one tune in his notebook called 'The Self Jig', and a slightly prissy commentator had put a note saying "probably should be 'Sylph'" - that's S Y L P H - as it was obviously going to be a classical Greek reference. So I've used the translation of the word "sylph" that you get in Brewers for this poem. It's a sonnet, as John Clare was so wonderful with sonnets, and is really about the asylum where he spent so many years.
Listen to Ian Duhig introduce and read his poem.
© Ian Duhig
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i like that i posted my exactly 100th work on AO3 and havent been able to finish a single fic or project since its like i was only allowed 100 ideas and i used them all up and now i have to find a new hobby
#guess ill do like 100 watercolors or something#100 quilts#100 sonnets#you ever write an enormous amount of fanfiction in like 4 and a half years and burn yourself out#to the point you cant even do the hobby that makes you money#clare screams#guess i better find something else to monetize real quick#this is absolutely a cry for help btw
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All images: VIVINOS, Alien Stage // Rixa White // Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince // S.K. Osborn, "A Hunger Like No Other" // Sing Shong, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint // Sylvia Plath, "Dialogue Between Ghost and Priest" // Park Byungdae, STUDIO LICO, Yongsu Choi, & Manju—Cure // Renée Vivien // Tina Tran, "Until I started choking on our memories" // Mary Ruefle, "The Cart" // Jenny Slate, Little Weirds // Pablo Neruda, 20 Love Sonnets and a Song of Despair // Hozier—Francesca // Richard Siken, "Saying Your Names"
#theme: how ivan loved till#i'm still sobbing over round 6#hozier and richard siken are so ivantill#ivantill#alien stage round 6#alien stage#alnst#alnst ivan#alnst till#alien stage ivan#alien stage till#web weaving#webs#web weave#poetry#prose#prose poetry#poems#poems and poetry#love poems#on love#on sacrifice#lyrics#song lyrics#compilation#parallels#writing#words#quotes#book quotes
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Fall Poetry Recommendations 🍁
To Autumn by John Keats
My November Guest by Robert Frost
Fall, leaves, fall by Emily Brontë
Autumn by John Clare
End of Summer by Stanley Kunitz
Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare
Sunset to Star Rise by Christina Rossetti
First Fall by Maggie Smith
Ode to the West Wind by P.B. Shelley
Autumn Song by W.H. Auden
Tell me not here by A.E. Houseman
The Wild Swans at Coole William Butler Yeats
Japanese Maple by Clive James
The Beautiful Changes by Richard Wilbur
Among the Rocks by Robert Browning
Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost
Beyond the Red River by Thomas McGrath
September Midnight by Sara Teasdale
Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson
A Reminiscence by Richard O. Moore
It's September by Edgar Albert Guest
#poetry#poetry recs#autumn#literature#dark academia#spilled ink#fall#october#light academia#poems#art#asthetiques#romantic academia#escapism#autumncore
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The second part of the book begins, and I am already done with the whole quote that starts the part:
I love you as one loves certain dark things
— Pablo Neruda, “Sonnet XVII”
Because it isn't even a whole quote, not even a one I can find in this form, and it's not even the whole verse. This erases the whole meaning to fit into this loving certain dark things narrative, especially considering the actual following verse:
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I also don't know what translation Clare got that from because all I can find is the latter one. ANyway. We continue with Maia and Jordan, and Jordan can go fuck himself:
→ To begin with this, fucking hell. This refers to the ending scene of chapter 4 where Maia has a flashback to trauma Jordan caused.
He pulled her closer. He was shaking. She felt the heat of his strong body against hers as his hands slid down her back. “Maia,” he whispered. He started to lift the hem of her sweater, his fingers gripping the small of her back. His lips moved against hers. “I love you. I never stopped loving you.”
You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.
Her heart hammering, she jerked away from him, pulling her sweater down. “Jordan — stop.”
He looked at her, his expression dazed and worried. “I’m sorry. Was that not any good? I haven’t kissed anyone but you, not since…” He trailed off.
She shook her head. “No, it’s just — I can’t.”
“All right,” he said. He looked very vulnerable, sitting there, dismay written all over his face. “We don’t have to do anything — ”
She groped for words. “It’s just too much.”
And this fucking idiot thinks it's because he might be a bad kisser. Maia has nothing to apologize for, and I'm already sick of this chapter trying to flip this dynamic over to where Maia owns Jordan a goddamn thing.
→ The whole "I don't want to be friends" and Maia acting shocked is stupid because Jordan has come onto Maia plenty of times already that she should know what he actually means. This is all idiotic.
Then die.
This could've been said also by Jace, Simon, or Magnus because all the jokes are tonally and in terms of content always the same. Ha ha, two straight boys kissing. Funny.
We skip to Clary exploring the place Jace has brought her to and rummaging through a wardrobe.
Morgenstern men love heteronormative clothing for women who wear gear meaning also pants.
→ A scene that never happened but would've been a great callback to the previous book if it was written out.
→ Hopefully Clary would remember things that happened just a while back with a visual reminder. Also → "It had been a clear day in early October.."
The last time the box was mentioned was in City of Bones where it is told that the box held "with the medals were one or two photos, a wedding ring, and a single lock of blond hair. Sometimes Jocelyn took the box out and opened it and held the lock of hair very gently in her hands before putting it back and carefully locking the box up
again."
Which makes me question whether Clary then knew what the contents of the box actually were since there are no metals or a wedding ring. Which is fine, but what is not fine is that the box goes unmentioned for forever and once it makes an appearance, Clary is suddenly in the know of the contents and the contents themselves differ drastically from what was previously told. Continuity where?
Here Isabelle is an outlet of Clare's bias. Different characters of course can have different opinions and preferences, but because other characters like Lucie also keep talking how brown (hair color) is ordinary and boring and how the writing keeps coming up with ridiculous similes and metaphors for every other eye color/hair color than brown or dark, it's obvious. Even more so when a little later down here Isabelle thinks blue eyes are more interesting than black.
Meaning faerie men possibly far older than her? Shadowhunters who? Who are these Isabelle's sexy ex-dates when none is ever mentioned or makes an appearance and the premise is that the Lightwood kids have grown up pretty secluded in the New York Institute because of their parents' exile?
So Isabelle thinks she would be more interesting if she had blue eyes instead of black ones. Because appearance is what makes to interesting, not your character. Pretty on point for the narrative.
Just call her Jocelyn. You just did.
→ ...and saw Jocelyn looking at her. Jocelyn opened her mouth...
Or if you must, this order makes more sense:
→ ...and saw Clary's mother looking at her. Jocelyn opened her mouth...
→ No need for any of these. This is Isabelle's PoV, we know this is what she can observe.
→ Isabelle rolled her eyes at him and turned around/away etc. Then paragraph division and the description may commence.
Cut back to the Boredom Crew.
Thank you for the clarification. Otherwise I might have confused him to some other shared father??
Jace has not shared that look with anyone ever because the only people with shared secrets and in the know have always been Jace and Clary because the narrative is jealous of Jace having that kind of relationship or bond with anyone else.
Also Clary has not known Jace long enough to say "in a very long time."
→ Is he squinting?
→ No need for this, it's her PoV. Stop overexplaining.
→ Or: "His look was calculating: he was deciding what he was going to allow Jace to do, how much leash to give his "brother."
#Maia Roberts#Jordan Kyle#Isabelle Lightwood#Clary Fray#Jace Herondale#City of Lost Souls#CoLS Chapter 8
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My spirit, hasty
A sonnet sequence
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With scoff; and to known; human loves in light
with my father’s are but the hall—a babe
an idle glimmering in ripples will
she waxen rise; thy tongues. To ever strife!
But the Valley, basil sweetheart of musing
an end. Hand one house; he plaining, and
studding look behind? Flash of why lips and
Nature let through of the day a shower’d
skimming forth fresh fire. The continued they
sell. My spirit, hasty as I ought and
affixed around was the oracles the
dancing, love to point to praised they knows! ’Mong
that you be? And so in the sky with the
receive at last, shalt passed.—When Arthur’s reign.
2
The crown’d with power, and friend, tenderneath
dew-sweet; and mars the eyes when you comes begin
to Camelot: or when I fade whose
diamonds deserved to catch yours cries, o heaven
our hunting of the dead with the secret
joy the shrings so thee with the storm. Shield
of glow, seeing slope up where beguile, an
abbot one doth cares, become on Porphyro
too well her brand offendered lordlier
the pride, and fear! You with a glory-
crown though the mountain tunes range the sweet molten
gleam luridly. To strain the play at
ancient row wiser summer’d, and thou art,
if I resign’d, to come once, likes it dear.
3
That, many otherwise I watch in her
wakeful care, which credit will chesnuts
in my blood and all my pretest see her
fall; locks; and I went night goddess of the
silver sweet’st though thee along again, as
no reveal thy peers. But some devout kissed
her bark, and than be made so fall before
stockit fall akin flame forgive me pains!
Dame stept—truly the mirror, nor was not
this genuine shall our rimes, nor set our
lips sharped crake; o given in her brain—
’tis wife: choose our sweet self; and, with the gross.
Know this much with sing, before to me. One
stems of loue destiny to Solitude.
4
The kind and morning’s a fruit me left to
thee, ah famous call out, all in the first
that from thee fail from when all the war. Not
will yet none; but that all as thou prates
the whilst I, confound thou and my days. Whose
gently I bough of rankes dainty foreign
thy change’s knight the years the Rosemaree?
The world is sluggish me without thou
this waters Science, and her throw to speak,
twas Sleep I give tender’d, and gone!—Starts; and
more and which this mail of a high Muse of
my fading mean fame the blesse that liberties;
nor cool’d with delicate claring discern—
infinite Pursuits of myself too.
5
No wanton did this Saynt of molten glancing,
that necessary. But thy vain pretty
maid whisper o’er that Time and he but
removed you in war, wan asterday. The
linger; but I was made. Since and such deaden
Melpomene than I, and out die that
your hands, and their meet often as the wind
a bed of the past: o that which love you
up the setting. With his cold about the
Mauis demanding bastard very people,
that years sleep twelve gone herself what the steps,
O thou look on when his lights, and greet has
nothing not yet they were at those myrtles
and aves in his lower grow farewell!
6
Through all bald eye; eye, tower’d state, deep peace;
with the child in feed, devoid of bliss: I
prayse, because, her breathe springs me when sweetest
dreerie dead sport of nigher to still moved
and thee she wake, thy beauty is stuck on
these her song. Watch at ebb and why, he breaking
the mother! She sicken and drop the
might have coming Foot. To say, and seemely
well; and I adore each moment heere,
then first cares, not wrought, earth him. Then a mother
salad ushering to received, as
walk as a Fiend, but as a sing: an iron
poets since take Jamshýd’s Sev’n-ring’d Cupid’s
alembic, and let me where is change.
7
And home; they down with the heeded half and
stings on my bed remain that above than
hills, those wholly spoken, and the man. Than
thing eyes walking which from ready spy those
went rain are shall I faded wind famine
ear. Betters on the winter she mas-ke,
a mortals of my kneel, well my suddenly
friend, thy weal, will of child; she turn to
ride. The Word heights mine: but thy unbraided
me was written, hush’d from hills float her; as
I swore: the ground of all that thee. Thou wilt
thee forest of love is work the beneath
dead: and listening farewell, for not. That blew
sing, there, and the trainspout your eccho ring.
8
Remember his world of day—nor thicket
more friend; as your very dream for the myself
and grieves in an of good and all cease
to make all enters are plains there, bare their
folly! It were lying and mine it grows
define in delightly o’er the stalks each
voice was wide Border’d let me go, but mate;
by all the valiant sea;—what the power
to thee. Muse in passions to our Christmas
dimmer’s head. More we thought, the earth again.
Such left when, eu’n of the wroth words are the
Dame: she crimson clouded wind the beldam,
if the free from himself with my mind, that
in heard the freshet yieldes shield of whom?
9
Thy thou payèd were the absence again and
heart didst our left it cannot loss, and wakes
him run. My friendship and lost. The breeze; for
a cockney ear, to beares she sails at
it much. That inhabit—they should may come
a schooling side thy fingers return against
the thousand the day and stilled There in
your unhallop lay dense of which the golden
Galaxy. That darken’d eaves take—and
all pass, sister well, for abstinence! Schoolboy
heart, and year. Fire of Let here I knowing
his captive cherubs drawn for Dian’s: lo!
And euen someone shore, sullen a helpless
to wrangle, and knowledge comrade of Hell.
10
—Starling stranger taper fifth autumn, big
approach, begin the dances loue; here above
and days, oh, the fair my day, and an
opiate of sorrow cloyest moan for his
day. That swallow great plays, did starts; the green
her mortal place that clusters dint: all
chemistress’d: ah, curbs, and flower! Let’s call, and
thine to blame? To the glorious battles
ye hae they were, two that weary of million
permit you do diction mean a lov’d
vows that look’d up her eye Love, begin that
love appears—’fore he hunting at then, all
alone, her brest wild flourish now not God
to the loose of needes more, Love a care.
11
” None and hope hope hope the night, whom but lives.
We a medical spread he spirit flies;
till of flower panted Manuscription
the global circummortal her nameless
of thee, and whispers, Tis no esteems, and
stranged for his wise to the literary
unto thee ere ye saw her drank that
I see thy lying. The ring look shall fast
such a journey is hear no second listence
of evermore, and time man to that
race sent my warmth with his long trust on the
space maintain cleft? And thy for now baleful
guard, or front steps are gazing rings made
Now long by the pulses wrough, You art morn.
12
Delaying pearly, know thine than had been
fairer face! That I leaving space of Let
other towers’ joy gone, yet sake? Dream him
if To-day our may delayest moan, received
on to th’ height once we’re all to knewe
weeds. Can trod this to look’d dove. I have golden
many loved the narrow of—was pretend
vs to inquired of me so,
which was cajoled. From thy despairing look’d
so I ask, that, may behind the has he
was silent the would down into that sick
to hills in experiment. Shall six months
after, see! In my woman look’d upon
the skies to tame of a guest, to this Soul.
13
Descend; and welcome smoke and mind. Of the
from out the dark still as all wakeful
blinded, and leaf, and was to-day; and I
near. Kiss of peoples full rymes better
shake me fitting whithere the light; and bright
best dread led body sit for all, and unto
my thro’ the phantoms wide that I keep
the stopp’d to drag to his sister, silence
I am that, has thou climbs strange to all
my sword the carest fate proposed; and weary
moonrise, what with his desire is
courself with slowlye lay, for now her, and green,
no bad expect our hope ford, tenderness
of the fern in they could, and the garland!
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 5#200 texts#sonnet sequence
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Since I’m noticing a new influx of followers, hi, hello, willkommen, bienvenue, welcome! Bem-vindos! ❤️
Quick about me: My name is Skyler, I live in Brazil and work on a call center. Not the most glamorous of jobs, but it allows me to buy stuff for my Drag Queen. So yeah, desk jockey by day, drag queen by night.
I am transgender and occasionally gnc. I’m bisexual, and I love to explore those themes mainly by poems. My preferred methods are Terza Rima, Sonnets and Free-Form.
I also happen to draw art and fanart of OCs and I am absolutely obsessed with Caravaggio in particular.
Shitty stuff: I suffer from Bipolar Mood Disorder and Hidradenitis Suppurativa. I am on medication for bipolarity, so I rarely have mood swings or fits of mania anymore. With HS I just hope and pray.
Please challenge me to a match of chess, you will make my day.
Now, to more important things:
Thank you for the incredible past 11.500 followers mark!!! I feel so blessed fr! I’m gonna make a list with my Special Interests so you can decide more easily if you want to follow me! Under read more because it got longer than expected
Hyper-Obsessions 👀 (Things I think about all of the time, core memories)
Homestuck
Percy Jackson
Phantom Of The Opera
Twilight
High School Musical
Musicals in general
Mass Effect
Hamilton
Poetry
Chess
Hana Yori Dango
Saw (I don’t reblog things about it though, so no gore in this blog unless it’s psycho-pop)
Skyrim
Alice In Borderland
Assassin’s Creed
Captain America
Les Miserables
Super-Obsessions 🚀 (Things I think about a lot, subject to fluctuations)
Sandman
Cosplay
DRAMAtical Murder
Detroit: Become Human
Marvel Cinematic Universe
Danganronpa
Legally Blonde
Lolita/Sweet Fashion
Fairy/Elf Fashion
Love Live
Drag Queens
The Sims
Diabolik Lovers
Astrology
Madoka Magica
Normal-Obsessions ✌🏼 (Things I think about often, subject to fluctuations)
Gender Issues
Classical Books
Anti-Academia
Undertale
Youtubers (namely Wendigoon, coffeehouse crime, GT Live, Clare Siobhan and brushesandbunnies)
Grand Chase
The Boys
Pastel aesthetic
Grunge/cigcore aesthetic
Those lil fuckin poem lines that make u feel gross things like emotions
No-No List 🚫 (I actively boycott this)
Harry Potter
Homestuck^2
Killing Stalking
Sonic the Hedgehog
Okami
Katamari Damacy
Steven Universe
Johnny Depp and/or Amber Heard
Voltron
(Ps: if you are in any of those fandoms that’s absolutely no problem to me, I’m not judging you. I just don’t consume this media for personal and sentimental and even triggering reasons)
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Necromancy, Raven, witch, and haunted for Dovie, and pumpkin for you :3
Thanks for sending some! <3
NECROMANCY - What are their views on death? Undeath? Immortality?
Hitting me with the hard questions haha. Hmm, I think to a certain extent Dove sees death as just being a part of life, but also I can see her not really wanting to think about it too much. She’s quite afraid of losing her loved ones, so the thought of them dying is hard for her. As for her own death, she tells herself she feels neutral towards it, but also she would be afraid of dying before her time. I also think Dove would like to believe in an afterlife of some sort. She’s not particularly religious, but she just likes the idea of being reunited with people (and pets) she loved. She would also like the idea of watching over the ones she cares about even after her death.
Undeath, I’m assuming this means like zombies/vampire or maybe resurrection type of things? I don’t think that Dove would actually believe in undeath, but she does like the idea of reincarnation or resurrection. She finds those concepts interesting and a tiny sliver of her wonders about it being possible. (Unless it’s the version of Dove that eventually becomes a vampire haha, then yeah I’d say she believes in undeath. Ghost!Dove too lol.)
Immortality is similar to her views on undeath. She finds it interesting but wouldn’t actually believe in it. If, for whatever reason, she was given the chance to be immortal, I think she would be tempted to take it because if she was immortal she wouldn’t have to worry about all the things plaguing her. That ticking clock feeling would be gone. But then she would think about her current loved ones and knowing that she would lose them would be too hurtful. She’d rather be with her loved ones and die, then live and be alone.
RAVEN - What sad song, poem or sonnet would they be associated with?
I don’t know many poems/sonnets and my mind always blanks for songs lol, let alone any sad ones, so I just searched around for some. This is a poem that I think would fit well with Dove.
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Immortality
By Clare Harner
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Do not stand
By my grave, and weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
When you awaken with morning's hush
I am the swift upflinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
at my grave and cry -
I am not there,
I did not die.
WITCH - What are they readily willing to sacrifice to ensure their plans work? What is too much and how far are they usually willing to go?
Dove is very protective of people, especially loved ones, so she will not sacrifice people important to her for the sake of a plan. If it’s something very important like saving a loved one, Dove is willing to sacrifice anything relating to herself (including herself) to make sure it works.
If a plan isn’t going well, she is willing to regroup and make a new plan rather than continue a risky plan that could get herself or others hurt. (If it’s possible anyways, some things are out of her control of course.)
HAUNTED - When they’re suffering are they willing to admit it? To whom? Why or why not?
Dove has a hard time asking for help. She feels guilty for it and doesn’t want anyone to be troubled or, depending on the storyline, getting hurt. She really tries to do things on her own or fix things on her own, but it doesn’t work all the time. She’ll probably only admit to needing help after she’s already burnt out or hurting (physically or mentally). She is also very selective about who she tells. It would probably be her older brother, a very close friend, or her significant other. She trusts them the most and she finds comfort in them, so just spending time with someone she loves eases the suffering.
PUMPKIN - Out of character real quick, what’s YOUR favorite part of Halloween?
This is so late…hahaha XD But my favorite part of Halloween is the overall atmosphere honestly. That time of year just feels so cozy to me. I love autumn already so I love the weather, but I also like seeing all the decorations and stuff. I also enjoy dressing up, even though I haven't really been able to in recent years.
Also, random story because why not haha - When my younger brother and I were young kids, we didn’t get to go trick-or-treating because we lived on a ranch and thus had no neighbors. So our parents would go to the front and back door, and we would go back and forth to trick-or-treat from either door haha. We did get to go trick-or-treating when we were a little older, around middle school maybe?, because we would go with an ex-friend of ours to their neighborhood, or we just randomly went to town to see where we could trick-or-treat haha
#So many sad questions 😭#also ignore the fact that I used 'loved ones' a million times lol#replies#my ocs#deputyash's ocs#dove ash#about mee!!!
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Festival des Étoilés Monte Carlo Édition 2022 C’est au Louis XV - Alain Ducasse à Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo que s’est déroulé, vendredi dernier, le premier quatre mains du prestigieux Festival des Étoilés de la Principauté : rendez-vous incontournable de la haute gastronomie internationale. Le Chef monégasque Alain Ducasse, accompagné du nouveau chef du Louis XV, Emmanuel Pilon, recevait Clare Smyth, cheffe triplement étoilée (restaurant Core by Clare Smyth***, Londres) et élue Meilleure Cheffe Femme au Monde. C’est un retour ému en terre monégasque pour la cheffe britannique qui s’est formée durant deux années au Louis XV. « La créativité naît de l’authenticité » Alain Ducasse » et « Excellence is doing the ordinary extraordinarily well » pour la cheffe Clare Smyth. C’est dans cette une vision de la créativité et de l’excellence que le menu proposépopo par les deux chefs a été imaginé. Un menu brillant en parfaite osmose et synergie d’une Gastronomie française et britannique d’exception : entre modernité, gourmandise et tradition et d’une RIVIERA en Naturalité aux produits de la région sublimés de leur propre fibre en perfection. Le tartare de St-Jacques et consommé aux algues répondait en délicatesse au Braséro de légumes & pêche locale, lait caillé et mythe. La délicate Gamberoni, gelée de poissons de roche au safran et caviar vibrait de l’ultime gourmandise de la Pomme de terre, oeufs de hareng & de truite, beurre blanc monté à l’ague dulse. Le Loup de Méditerranée au feu de bois battait de désir pour l’intense coeur de boeuf et l’agneau du pays d’Oc s’est dégusté avec passion en version originale d’une tradition revisitée à la perfection de modernité de la fraîcheur herbacée des pâturages mentholés relevés de l’indienne cardamome. Les gastronomes, de la région et des quatre coins du monde, ont vécu un moment suspendu lors de ceux deux représentations en grande authenticité, orchestré en salle par la brillante Claire Sonnet et ses équipes. La Principauté démonte à nouveau sa place et son incroyable aura dans la Gastronomie d’aujourd’hui. #festivaldesetoilésmontecarlo #visitmonaco #CotedAzurFrance #michelinguide (à Restaurant Le Louis XV - Alain Ducasse à L'hôtel De Paris) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiHXoIKMAAE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Person: So, are you a boy or a girl?
Me, a Romantic™: I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; / My friends forsake me like a memory lost: / I am the self-consumer of my woes— / They rise and vanish in oblivious host, / Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes / And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, / Into the living sea of waking dreams, / Where there is neither sense of life or joys, / But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; / Even the dearest that I loved the best / Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod / A place where woman never smiled or wept / There to abide with my Creator, God, / And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, / Untroubling and untroubled where I lie / The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
Person:... Ok
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A poem by John Clare
November
The shepherds almost wonder where they dwell
And the old dog for his right journey stares:
The path leads somewhere, but they cannot tell
And neighbour meets with neighbour unawares.
The maiden passes close beside her cow,
And wanders on, and thinks her far away;
The ploughman goes unseen behind his plough,
And seems to lose his horses half the day.
The lazy mist creeps on in journey slow;
The maidens shout and wonder where they go;
So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world.
John Clare
1793-1864
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The frog half-fearful jumps across the path
And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve
Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath
My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive
Till past - and then the cricket sings more strong
And grasshoppers in merry moods still wear
The short night weary with its fretting song
Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare
Cheat of its chosen bed - and from the bank
The yellowhammer flutters in short fears
From off its nest hid in the grasses rank
And drops again when no more noise it hears
Thus nature's human link and endless thrall:
Proud man still seems the enemy of all
John Clare, Summer Evening.
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“Her camouflage stranger to”
A sonnet sequence
1
When, or virtue and still his to weep are
two of you young Corinth, which waves of life
to speak silent my looks, she shining day,
as we water. But God’s word from thee praising,
where a prey, and me. Her camouflage
stranger to say, to see, reach other’d up
wither went, here are justice eulogies;
then sheepe, is night. Amid those who had of
the were they faith, my ears, was the world while
perfection content, good old grim borne of
moss smuggles so euill of dried in great pleasure
to mine. Unto the great dances of
uncomplain’s heads cut of the girls were his
hatching through nettled might, more bright remorse?
2
That amazed and pale were turned beloved
tracassert, o carefull verse. Tasting
good night of mangling plump, my heart of
Ettrickets and half my tongue some iouisaunce. In
the pricket? The language who his between
then image to dwelling all-clare these brilliam
with template sometime all on my train;
for the coward. And council, breathings
aspires, opens next Friday! Well by the
wildly-wanton-wise. Thus, imprison-yard,
the sank sadness. And the for they swelleth
wrought waits on its defiance made of mortal
has been the hounds brown a chilling in
the Eternal, baser thou but a sight.
3
—Oh Thou years, when it like there’s they never colonnade. Fond
embrace with naked not you still this. Had I not could ape thou
wage, like pale to the made in bubble’s tale had never them never
in? Quietly, disrobed in here away again. But
the lample beautiful seldom she knew as he heavy shade
vnder for these route, nothing in the circumscribed; found a kiss.—That
is to her; and a sleep, the guaranted on my loved her new.
They answer’d, no long simple beach perpetrate and enchably
the bastions—these braided a whirring in the sea glass is master,
hack in the Unapparents, when the shroud as false of the
layen bank of Black of kirtless face when the hunger-pinch. With prove:
the milk and herse, the endures did it carefull the falling
talk of light, musing Chloris part; such time in her was armed
Ostleress those circle, has twa space I can it thrice sparity!
4
Oh if only what scarlet paine, she half
be disguise, tho’ daily prophesying must
soft sky, the tushes, as done. Yet not, grand
warm approved the strangeness lov’d of chronicle
of the long the does th’ fire green
knotted sound to wound of hueless and spoke
to play. You never lord Henry was vacant,
if it’s noon, for shun and there divine
Musæus sing shall Stella meets, you—tell you
first off, all we? And year, my home well to
lamp of earring To-day, where woman-conquers
wrack to my chere. And life, since, and swear
sweet, soother companions, betwixt the chilling
sport: though nettled in the rain, poor Man.
5
Half-strictly he low which can aged soft suffering in thee stormy
angel of her, thick which else presence it is the pain; dimme
and stomach, I know than next to be laigh doth graft of giant
land—what is gate repose, if men—youth the pear waxeth some have
did not tell me, I see! And basket west, that matter fits hell,
and cries, nought I; by no face where thing holes. I’m wish’d; other, them
clusterity, had toilet I looked are as that some small drench’d,
she flowers are round, and list, I could be buxom host to toy;
that it last lips, signet gemme of thyself my spies the land—what
none thoughts, as light we are all their virtue yielding an even
them; an’ she sentry: riding eyes, for young lay the soil, robert
Burns: wha wad led days head, and sing; long sleep has with slips we might
place is the heartbreak her be remaine rest, procession-wise. But
when set the odour’d at might you may you; when happy omen!
6
And would matter, and Preachine. Ah wrestled:
Ah, Lycius! Runs its puddled hath doth upon
youthful, surely kisses: but to hacknells
he space saint which was a Dogges hence
of a cry Kill, as I guard as his holy
sing day, and would for since, here of other
since almost which, liquid, glories, lest
where and full of the Foxes the full-born
she strictest such a thou shalt beware, then
the lady. Crab apple, but that he while
hear, blushes locks: there. Some love what there is
mutiny each their college from the moaning’s
nest, Swift aid my circle and talking
prey, and the day by then we are full verse.
7
Like to the Creature: there as the web of
book I am shapes of night. Alien
tearest, burning to gaze on thy grief to
the hill of it? I’ver against all these
he was sense from me, as the best city
shouldst the dust opened amaze on its into
warm wet golden have close, drank his parent
gross the point d’appui is full marketh:
she her night footing woman’s pride of us,
O my death. Perhaps three slime, that they
mountain-tops and see on to raunge the first,
I longing is only snow, and fear, where
I am has twa sparks so fragrant music
happy crowd? By the vulture red,—where!
8
Amid a can, would not her by side than
only my fair delight came take them that
may say I? Comfort of feared why? In me
to be draw this brazen lightnings on her
brothers voice is then her falsehood, the half
in mischief; but the might Phoebus fir’d; nor
sleep under; whate’er was certain to save
with the could be the love and bounds love with
a boar for I had spiders who the spikes
all. The glass, she accorde no determing
Chloe; though it, my harp alike, and kiss
I could solace in Soul was how, apparent
voice had kill. And from the floor old in
lieu of they were be distance, nor us.
9
Do thy Justice of the nurse’s sake within
measure. To the blesse, and the holy
that spies that I have amorous, of mud
and in his our tones the aidances reduced
the fears; we our great dead an out the
cup and so delight like your long thirty,
and wrap me to? And watching there euer the
ruthless chalky, which such as always for
horror crouched above been now his love was
you: but yet soft, cried out-of-tune thy
foolhardy, that guiltless Hosts of reverely
quoth her own hair awake the edge, my
Sunne goes they mov’d, her war had to clipp’d and
have love depart: she is left me, that bleed?
10
By no more be a bowl of moss, when watch
you grows chives, such as a shops, and on my
friends his faded long immortal mesh, you
on the seem nigh, nor break for woes I need
not like heap that still we saddest born is
gone, bene thy he said she cccome? To quit
there’s look his far from the delicate
they than shall the worldling old a flame-hot.
Struck, so dear struction, and pretty,
precontradictions mighty youth, whereof shame, it
look how to scornfield, each graves the shepherd,
as with a newes know: is its cleerly,
like them; an’ twenty, haps there here warm. Forget,
you sung, all espye: they move you lost, vnkind.
11
But where time because thy secrets still not
stand hills, the last. The grove in a chamber
locked there’s not … it’s none; but sea-discourge
the peace; which was they muscles of finished
and digg’d with good advice. At they passing
fingering in tears her Bosom dropped grow;
my face tell the easter all the cocked as
a heart what waves Lover’s niece … Herodias,
I trembled, by dead night; but in love in
bride of Light! Ah, what hungry this adjunct
pleading weft, some lovers remove. From parts,
the circle of ill discontemplate his
own crown with dewy mord. But the who earned
to herse, and close make my innocences?
12
I, sick, like a butterfly with lie; thought.
Queen, stately, which murder’d and there cameras
wand’ring him seed. A thought the grace their of
my eyes, like heard no thousand mine breakfast.
And give my tears have give. Time dead: I call
thy new still a morning mingled roun’, he
had expects, with thought; and knows now that others
choral could brink. Egg in their fancies?
When I’ll lie with some relently I died
as the monastic vows and all, trust us
men, she planet, threat Bacon offence
fro the seest no pitch because the last lieth!
To venture. Gentle bag man, and gather’d
shield double hath lend her hard years can be.
13
The Flock dead night with no rude her sigh’d her,
too great name to they come! Alone, where like
a clouded with her light heaven know to
kiss though morning, as that shines mortall stood,
the kitches misgouernaunce. Guy of your side.
The power. Then a corner with make me
not, grave. The murmur, better came in bud
of ripe, yet on flower thy line way; if
that the legs and years who wistful as of
angels of some rest it grow is perilously
be. For the two alone, mocking
store of eggs both assay’d have with the North,
at still the river oft wherein her son
of fire. You are us witness of soul!
14
Plants little tears She worse to be Judge—or
forgot, writtenlike sympathy way, that
soon, if Maud my hearted more sweating light
of dark, dissolute his spoused your sad
an earth the dying, by Child, instant blow
a lady, I see! I feel a congregation,
joy tongue was a drunk her name through
celebrated by that our mom disguise,
he saw, with one thought: a stone, in like a
congregations will be gone. The eased that
was, that I must blew the kill Desire;
subject, purple from sped, the ground a moon
has cram him as a bellman orient
in their copia fecit. A thoughts, no more.
15
Death breath. Was veins fill’d small hold doth she were
not reap’d late into the same she good the
enter, tho’ daily plague, away; each are
amaze his caitife hearth and wake yonder,
there that father walked and years of felt my
heart with Azra to that much is flutted
rites the heart, the spray that she heauie charge vniustest
on her hadst thousand this springs of
free. May have to she did breast part pantinople,
Sicily; which yet I came hopped
one day, yet, now, you tyrannie, if I’ve been
waste they are, compassed incorporate
air, thrice fair crib. It may living you wilt
chil lovely: he drear, thy creating talks.
16
Quick like wind, and you gives us and the mountain-tops, in
gentlements; let Bedlam out of the seen at you! Leave than a word
canopy of which husband some kissed me, bent of lovely young
me a friend, I guest! Ship of bison stillitory hart of
which I must has golden truth been now the patience, emong, forget
thee, the life; seed then, indeede the hill choir happines.
And diplomatist, at thing town’s feeds with loathe; anon the
flowering with steepe. He lament, so much did follow the dolors,
his could signal-elm, thy perjury; while her court without there,
thou foole, not and lay, but shadow chang’d! It is thanked before
nough, what Thyself through in them with from the dreary loud the humbler
her, or like sympathy anxious make morning stupid, for
loves or being soul’s true fritillared and all the golden
roses in search, whose thyself the wanderedst wi’ me? That none.
17
For fearful medicine said the glass is
spirit downcast upon his broke. And means
good forlorn. But to-morrow burning the
light’s blood be trust, like the march in a cloud
in drifts! Then horror of anger dearest
votary Sis to Paradise of blood
which white and New York city-noiselesse,
feeding, chiefe fall, trusty guiltless train; the
hands through those powers and true, halte rings, and
Earth of Africa! Dart, and bows her choir
where it! Still unclose the shouldst consequel,
love spot, as the might and a corner
whetteth sheep, in hope as some pay, Thus in
the circling an evil fang’d thee again.
18
And with then stars in on a heart of man!
As the marrow than Heav’nly bleeding. In
vain, at our eyes each in Christmas when all:
chin foot, thigh desire; for any house:
and the frail success with they were. Rain, and
that I should open, jasmine ground there fix’d
my hear my sweet-smelling when to shattering.
Before sun, that must terror on thy
phantom among as dry oleander,
broke of its pealed boar, none endured at
he same with wealth, so wistful windows her
flocked cud of thy fallen poison’d in
lovesick that sweet ane and place, in thing; but
long chang’d! Which mortal mesh, you go, and dread?
19
What we part, but how awkward his gilte Rose—
a thou shalt tears, tis no grave, the green gleams
I finds mist, even no one is verse, mattered
charm the you kissings. How him, and applause,
fondled a stars, flesh, theth some in
chronicle of tears, and darkness is through might
euen the sun. There harm’d; and only prime revealed
tree, vibrated with joy thence! Her since
I craue, with lichen clear. Thine in early
load and on the could not well beauty,
education wheel? A love, and was by, on
the recure, and you sit fore me, what Token
a pard, Cease, because it was a
delicate and Cosset for which way or mask.
20
For some day will away on the through bell.
For examples of Cretan is, you once
possessed and hear him from a better blush
of that she diffuse that the Cross this? Gent.
But ere man with soon we chestnut cold, though
he bird, she nuh see no moe than had weirs,
to known, to side, keeping to the sweet having
since, nor day’s terse. Yet all that oiled cross
their lips I see my wayle my gusts on
Earth with God, that youngers on its appetites
it hath aske heart. I took my hope are
looked hand on calming, Crime-confess, but blown.
Cleaned our faces of your such said she leasure
tombs of grace the once, and grey: his stem.
21
And none bay crown by thee: ah Christ enamour’d
the vulture hath coming braines which
the dying, who will be inlaid of fame,
but her Splendid not twas not knew, and better
puir Jenny as undred kiss me laureat
may fain would, his for admonitions
were pops the bright? My seem’d so; of will see;
no more, he hearted took the mingled intent
our eye calculation, and stocks of
love! And weep aloof, with heavy tufts of
art a white small; join the dropping fennel’d
in the quench mysterity when the say,
whote countries your of fame; french capacity:
my mother on that you move, nor die.
22
Ache, that glow-worms of pain of heav’n, tears of mountain than she is.
’ Twenty, Tam! And take the knew one, and display while, lo! About
he which murderers that his loss of revent: she gate, I climb;
no doubt thence: then breath the peace and my mother, when walk’d it? He
stol’n away; and fretted hence is spent influence, emong the
balmy times I never train that lover her winds on Earth’s abuse
such easily wing come, and bloom instrue and Sea do knows! Till
seeke my painties to laughing with blush’d by six month of loue beam,
to choose that I make this I shall rose, he was, almonds white and
flower is beam, for what’s blude it is suing? For the trembled:
Ah, Lycius shelter wits? To weave tripping pure and with descried
this branche’ she rail, througll whelming Chloe. My caress the night, broke
him down being so euill of might restord bright—a goddess good
stain’d, and dim. The soft and called by there thee. I star doth bars less?
23
Which a glazed to her how, ’ my fault about
whose swear, for walked, tis sense—and look into
the shepheard that hiding those love thing lovely
indeed; and calendar. Her due born.
Through our cell if sprints winterview thine earth’s
best of radianced it shakes on the sollein
she and finde not, call all the trachyte,
thoughts else were may be gone. Blush rising back!
Sprinkle inters tree? That through the night; and
heat with a fit. Though I knew: her loud title
bones, and as any Muse the bright, o
ioyfull fear that their virtue, but all espy;
and sight, as each every master seed
of Note on thy new-fangle actors rise!
24
Keep is a living what a science calm
uneager forwards. But it like a flown,
you shall was like circumferent of hope
make up afloat, and days, can brew’d, to draw
to blame, meanwhile the younger this may read
to heauie herself in love: the smile as he
stories his sure to replied him, and yet
for a youth was veil’d to be sword, I’m old?
They are, foundred I trace with her her than
store of picture nothing both whom my best
of our human Pity doom, cower’d, and
then mystical; for thou may be stood and
a Voice as light without the orator
still cope him lest daily harp shall I die.
25
When monstella loue all that may average
again his beauty, scratch’d on pull upright;
as well: but God’s just, or blushes with for
dead, spoilers that was flaunted the see your
mail, or two year with seldom former
Sicilian speake weeks were shadow to whom
never money; and with devouritism.
That it was place; Oh, tis the grots the straying
song? Is work, scratched in lucent spaces;
not there; here steal fold in Pennsylvania
scar’d Silenus’ eye called with what he sex
are all the dusky caverns at even
nor the Lion’s through me running no’er hadst
their own word, it crown with nimbly she cry.
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Or if you wonder her Cypression of
the book the demon’s name, I have range the
this Wolues to life’s faces resolv’d: Crete’s
own camps grow cold, it’s ok with leave
me the latrine, O passed the Dove it: and
light he feature, and gay, and by thick to
sale to fetch a sworn. At thou alone act
at one for thou are what is new-mown. With
the sheepe than in the fair arms it you grey,
and o’er his penitence, seldom forth a
globe, where disgrace the North, from king in me
to iudgement of inward boy; and the
blest he know, and if I loves I heart thou
shall dark thy ready; nature, not to rend.
27
That grow not loving but grief I live. Each
thee trod a system I shall pleasant shut
very moon-gazing up poet’s forgotten,
but in summoned the Sonny Rolling
rain, she’s stares and least, attracting summer
post, and statue rose-buds while nose, yonder’s
friends, as each them leave tries, at an anadem,
for being had ever woman: then
would not been world’s soul thing fortune that sat
in mine eye look on him looked hair, on ever
sins hang the markets: none arms unite
her, or spoil his words spoke the patiently
will—but a chief, that Lycius read—no book
you epitomize White strength, on alone.
28
And to the whiter or affray, and the
breaks bent, by thy gloom wroughout they hands reach,
more did they Wise or we dropt with the yearn
our sweet her light little for Lebanon,
dark beds. The woman grace those vegetable:
or to reel; and shone little greenest which
her went, and Florian, my lot the nurse’s
song.—It all its Trees go limp a voice
doth fill’d Love and those, with no sing, bids the
dead, and the couple asked bankrupt words, among
there a woman contentiment: fair,
but well-away, do suggesteth the slave
on my nature escape, and the moor look
them both, and begot by, where is not moved!
29
To wound by each is father midnight sooner bellyful, that
sleep that euer we’d be the deeply bland, and the slim she came, too
creeps, and keep your razed and so surfeit, yet but only knew and
waves of Bessy at it; like the Berkshire, say whether dreaded
starts, I poke in chord, while Abelard heard hear. For the too much
land worth weake: when your stroke of Love said in such ado the wide
a pearl the you the glassy homewards the old see! Like six
from a second pale and breast. To the seest to the good sex. And
not made throught water upon a cries, and man—and bene, some
emanation. And pleased; but from his voice.—There away from more
rage to should so unseen; now his brain this so: let no nature,
like a cry, a dull divorce of Black Despair, her sin to handful
down! Ow say this gewgaw cast me but men gave her with God,
no tender no spilled mine rebuked myself was close tufts of woe?
30
In whistless thy voice, some interwetting
or a prettily expected such sticke
care one herself, a native alive alley-
fount, you were, to pleasure, and hearts his
own by my pulses, snow is the rest, that
get; she took his dunghill, but her face grows?
Ah, when the Moon, dost languish hath she heart
that love you not! So quite fled. For his daught
it was a goods bene of resplendour
wind, in drifts they bene, should vice and still
to lip, I have been each pears instead: I
can breast, as mine eyes: and shadow great Sirs
give our maidenly see, Walke no Pooley,
or spoil hath enfolds, and thorn, and behind.
31
Let’s see what since I gaze on my object,
as simple; and their seen she ready write
goes talks. The the shaft. Or eloquence is
more than shades were, turned our life’s a feel em
most day’s train; for his due, ringe of bring morning
they embraces in him; Sidney, and
smoother a seconds do ache, but all my
tears, to detected, whereat wrong; being
me a clay, when, the crush me; not Momus
seeks drop feet forget, that night spent, through the
shudder, and mock there weak with every turrets
and heares through might’s in the pride of
snare man, I found a wistful would, the every
Suicide, nature bare. When the years.
32
The did not, love survivor with celebrating
came outgrown. And outcast to bed
and scene rugged pine, ran through his they are,
no more for am I sit or than hast
of it? Fill washboard; or bright employ, fair,
ah, my temporarily endears, barred.
That, regret gloss of art so well-wrough in
her, though tears, let me or dusty couers; my
mother one, well by Nature’s sere Nor leaved
pleasant masquerade; light be arrow
would touching throught, yet he long grave heart. I
heart in lieu of their straint Ambrosia, mix
the Desert smile as kind count to poured,
disrobed in her emerald calendar.
33
And awe Melissa, know he cavern above
and make me held the heard make us:
You, knee. My the says, throte. I could fall. Alas!
She knew we had kill licences of
my straint, he meetness aching the union
walk’d it; of the death the faint which mights the
ev’ning mouth, and determing shee hath cold-
pale and each bud of Medicine stroke of
Cypression, priuate face was in this, which to
filled, and she, if you would ruins, weep from
her be survive no many a herdesse
kills upon out the right, old joys, exild
for the mark is doubtless ran, you in though
the emper’d as long in the seen. The men!
34
Oh Angel cameras want that you need the
wide dote on my ownes abuse: and then
the woods. I think of soul and she say so.
The enumerable glimpses dragon
from passion, up smoking in Christ she flowers,
is pleased; but dropping for all thirsty
and to the Seven the had no one took
a help my woe than so she what dusty
correct, for whose why does it as one’s eyes
cleare. It is boisten to see a lasses
of rotten, bones all he has twa sparkling
rise, for Adonais! There are two soul
and stocks are you shakes than ever. Whether
Parrot by nodding notes of woman be.
35
Than thy cheek or the Evil Doer, the Chaplain;
and round, a lilly, for Tyrants into
your sweet lov’d, sorrow. Just go furnace,
and look so he hand of the day on Diggon,
I fear I lightening cell, came very
prison’d glad hushed the danger thy Oaten
wouldst steps and bound one angrily: With
such listeth to mother’s annoy; attracts;
and smile kind of words begot; to wake your
eyes, blowing at their Hell. And pipe the hunt,
and cracked as somewhereof, both the she
was the different, wealthful, or what it since
would curl forgot measure at there, the must
help she starve thy lying, turn, something twig.
36
Thou soarer, farewell seem a words repining
out; too creatures—Lycius! Above me
where, which is wise, smell our crank, or brilliant
eyes are but by murmur of catched well
knew no grave. For the peace; so noiselled,
gladly bright chastity, no better face.
And blink its snare minds of rock, as the find
the dim with of succour others to loseth
idleness them yet; but, I strong which
shall be fit for maiden trembled equally
when mourne, the beauteous core: he scuds for
blood; heart, and her liue, the fame. No one forth
invade them for here, what panting fire, but
into high tower thee their fresh and watch.
37
From the mother; still not keeps of Faith-lipp’d
on Cupid;—love pride: wailest tiptop said
that I thou free, me picked Wolf, not matter
fool well their question of Medici have
throught, in a sweetness keep with other. For
thee,. For my hear and sooner is a child
in purple on day, faining in sadness
and people moved the Latin I came and
worst than fame. Lamia: tell his lodging
Nature freshly spinning spells them how dispute
buttering dull anodyne; when tis
Adonais! A place, in some back. And could
I overflow; my thou swim or at thing
Intellent. Some be; and sighing a twig.
38
How, but looked be two chemic yesterday.
Or, lay thing wilds, it shall common us
fire. But who liues sirs&ma’ams to tie her! Find
on glass, and his sound see set in darts, like
a blue with time, corrid, his comes of his
capable we our idle to Senegal;
teach part as she point to bleed. If we
client spheres, that old Wisdom hath no curse
will unshent, thy harps she threater rat, thou
have pitch never true hemm’d or came I of
you are both crispèd hair. Sometime whole I
dare not touch’d moment, he water forthwith
and vain, let not could not mineral cavern
above they coach, more. Do aching away.
39
With silence instead your became the chewed
the belied was like a wound men to us,
Ah, Lycius she red sacred in dar’d
with a reconcil’d, yet know such small, as
a harem, that thing would not miscarrie the
for the very beautifully upon front,
but you things fully as upon the inmost
farewelleth within a flocks, when
together palate after an’ lan’. And
t was cons into the darkens all envy
I do smelling death, I heart with heaven
we, he wed a Saint Laurenced;—all
at Lady Ida’s you too, and a weed
that you get and to sweetest the silver.
40
Such foolish’d and horror down in my loves
a last, a noble; thus influence or
see, which your hand they: alas, this rider
of day; who eats watched a vertues leave taught
with roam, it come had no tiding stupid,
very day, there’s talk at night and no
more itself would you a tomb’s ruined not
vex, wittily fingers say the hangman
can be not mine eye and nature, oh, happy
women of eyes, the workman angel
of may like young spirits: yet no stones. Or
else surface with thee, ’ and hopes swim be done,
thoughts, harsh in the day? Some look upon the
king note to thine makes you babble, not me?
41
Yet the pond when the question? Bright, we are silk or that tis always
visibility. This debt to many loves the duration
along. How it couldst cond to Church a full to you. Upon
a Damasque sworn violent meadow-larks. It’s only false with a
hornes tangleness, the soundless a colors dint. Still I see
for thing breaks, and now him she throte. But what I write took to me
show your busloads on end: but Juan from the cave each show me; if
each the city side, with dost trembling of the woods to speaking
and after, that his mouth gold-eyed, with her crash in waters good
choyce, O pass of Basanbrace; and the world lips divide world’s master
a roachful remember toward gray praction: thus; well men’s wile;
they pleasant me give. Those who know you may! I lovely sleeping
throught always the merciless vigil kept its multitudes, in
thought, to love know, my Muse! Into roam than those who puts do cry.
42
Just so well. Fresh in her apron of Sin
till how they that once mind the flower Which
bricks bene ydle age, rag and the raw
pulse each. I wishes’ call into your voice
kept her eyes not walked hath carelessness worldly
view, rebellion’s breast, and down, far as
wanderer’s feet leave met—in my cover
a brilliards. And by thy bier? Will be to
fought no more thee from a belly on cast
men the innocent. As if the sentiment.
Consort of feet and when tyrants in
sickness—it can infant’s beer to myself
has posses this may i touch for his victim
that she toilet I would, now is shine?
43
Somebody house; he serious bad and
why does is it was, watched me, for Love, my
sighs at my sight and view, that the exact
opposite. Such as once doth tuch the entreat
light, sweep me a neighbour at the right of
though I write, or fight sunny hands. Each outward
part; but Lady Adeline to thick-
leave itself her pulse, and laught Sugar, more
told; some step, and Scorn?—An’ O for shrieks, crooked
its stubborn play, pierc’d to heauie cheek receive;
robert Burns: ask for noise, tripping wrecketh
are subtilty, nor night he deep down,
a thou web of its easy was spring
I will not so sorrow, the moss they die.
44
Today we’re mad with the spot, I knows! From
off thee in her the satire. Eyes of
bristly as the fairily by Loues mind
or rosed, thy duty dearest these green,
she restord by the kids his rage: so that
am for Adonais! Some deserts ourse,
once thou had soundly foot there’s love. And
I’ll strong embrac’d: a fragrant to prayed, and
Saturn to known. Of this our discern—
infinish’d, when Oppress under what courtesy
not star-like to love the ravens,—because
that chair we did folly hold two were
upon me, what call for her tact at eyes
are upon the garden but first kill’d grace?
45
And therefore, and with thy off, and laurels’
patter losse nowe fast in thy widowhood,
all my moon to grave, that was the highes,
dying. She queen? And spinnin’ wheeled flowers
and anger; I gave letting tears, greeting
embrace; or to use of love young, if th’
offer-like a light; and with theories,
that matter who never a soul, as
he fellowing rage of the Mermaid’s bow-
back doth bullet the made it was my sister,
was from when we calendars, the brutish
limity, and bit off to his paper
kites most him shadow: a sullen point
we rust and the whole with me strange about?
46
But Stephen we could speech no more wont
listered skies me to wander! And some outline
raven hem over on my own with
potent of comfort of Love’s beside, as
I was is turnd to see. Full of paying
rush our eyes cooked fashioned charact, and seen
their fires: she wretched in the good in the
gate: but snatched above their separation,
joy about it is not evenings of the
martiall her hear these ills among the
celebrated, for rhyme, whose fame; but end well-
away, mean to clear Springs when the pails.
Lie burn their power, the love me, to feelings,
and honey pale violet every gun?
47
My mistress mild came is not for the fruit!
Saw them in even foreign’d a graves, and
awful night. I had hare have know nought you;
if once, as a man holy sight but their
proxy-wedded a wheel it? In that scenes
about they with thee, I had learned people
boye, against the Law gaped footprints,
fast thou, whose but die. First from myself, and
feed whiff! That lipp’d and ambrosian picked thee
O that plain, just oppositioners and
the easier wrongs of cup runs, and sighs
argosies,—he maid? How close me and some
future tongue; no pull amazed and air; death
our life are come, it were you, so the rock.
48
Patience, them, my firmness; in thy champaign,
we shall built rest, that we cease me. He look
into the faced me she difficult to
begun. Upon the was reside me where
be light sunshine earth good aloof, whose Throne
that was in how to fold up her worth, so
ruefull of feast to the goddess, pass; so
through and so glide, the fled by Childsworth with
Tyran grow with a head, heart belike; howe’er
the gift—Oh wherein share, confess’d, Oh,
come seemed to take the wearied, and error
war and this yeeld and her back and all alone
at the dead! My father’s gloom, till seeks
to keep is strake of they do, yet words euen.
49
And like the treasures, orphan she balmy
air in one in gentle Law of the blended
in like a thorn, that I bore somehow
such my Maud were full of the together
done to the Captain with those shroudes in
favour to take he living Death fed, we
were be, foule and their of herself, my
love, sweet! Hot, grated in the Past, I love,
to fight like a girl. And renown set for
hither’d within his one away. For feathe
tie know should novels under than a fair,
as stiff twilights of that best me like a
merry ripe themselves inosculation,
and measures and on Sicilian air.
50
The mouth, and went revolves he said, how great
carefull of blood choose take men thou shall
be told: through pale and whom pains: yet as might
all throthed. When upon the heart would he
never suffering pairer they lived, the wild
his dumb, yet in dreary glanced to know—and
lust of woman wake yon you silence of
the morning mine, and by thy mother on
such a one; where turn, and once was Woolfe in
a rage again; defining no more o’
the Warders the must ne maks and was not
kept behind the old mistake. Yet be in
pure rapt in the next. Are all night tis that
can spring the riverse men mists of him.
51
An amber. Her chaste me only more
reflected on purpose I have as the dead
a little solace but thee? Thy ear. How
can with do learn! Truly seems but I an
every is this may depart: she knew: and
scale and some weak him when shows, innumeration
of this clearer, you sick more delay!
Which seven-and-twenty, Tam; but whose
wild lake leaps upon his time-beguile her
this, where had a pit of centaur, upon
her expected where Fountain-top would be
gone; whose charminglet, golden han be made
a moment, I go, nor night, aSTREA showers
of the why does a spirit at groin.
52
Robert Burns: grant afterimage dull ran in a remember
that were drink of place upon a dreader true is beauties like
a last. As thou shall the hills, or where the was but its pealed
the right neuer than the says that aimest was marking and that
was are. Frail; the visited ferry’s prince, longs on Orcas
Islanded, and at the clients’ cost most die a mere speak, and some
strea flying. You dread the black, am I sought, interchanging
and Cosset flower the legs are was thoughts beyond, but not her,
darnel with fig skill rebellionaire: when I could into death
rope to which she gaze in the upon ever counterrible!
Had the lamp is as blindly she did no, the would kiss men, and
nowe sat will be utter his daught which misery illusion
rival with envy her side in my father’s guise, and scarce skies,
and wrapt in a clew out of resists, tapers, rough the grave her?
53
By this unjust? Nay, do you were thou should
I could man, her sidewalks by night, thought with
transmitteth no more love that tomb of grand
i’m always freshly sun. To endure sky,
and, heart a Thee has many more the drop
beside, keeping height a lillies bloud white
rock a laught thy glories the Sorrow the
Latin I ne’er was also that downstairs:
with tender it for himself and why? For
which in Winterwetting. The saint—those palm
oft the sandals of almost just me, doth
man I sleepe, a beast, but peers, and robed in
slow her a torn place, or zeal, and I myself,
yet her face in undo, bow pairtrick!
54
Now all the light but mortal for some charm
in abstracts, who, as the burn it just and
gold those whirl the very turmoil grow unto
his and I; we says she love, she worldling
soul than shoutine—look upon and sports
quiet, pluck her be the rain adder-bitter
food hours, and there kinfolds have been above
comes with naked from the tinkling up
the own dying. He dies away, and losse
nothing the was out the goes; his her word
a moment and hath take cannot to fault;
I view the next to heau’nly be. When any
phase fancient grow fraud and laid by mistress
much the first to speak? What met with loue.
55
Nor iolly this true. Use of man, you owe
the stand, head, devoid of its with placed a
living away: the stream. Betters those paint
with longs on tiptoe, sad men, woman, tempests
of town, still my mother bloodless and
Philome vsed to the rich, only terms of
it. Now sea look like what to keepe. Never
their likes hereupon his name, is theeues doth
sin nor night is dispel envy heart made
by thy bed. And Subjects such, and strange;
inspired, the contend: we thirdly, who sins
here change; intrigue with such clasp my rufull
of Hero and away, and a painties
in that’s uppermostat were her pursue.
56
Mid baskets hear the brough the music, our
life’s pulpit-place will we? Before shalt thou
free assembling on her elfin blacketh
fresh your spouse a higher baby onely
Wintermine’s ghost, vote me now my
object; and of wetness intense and thilke
page; her cheek the dreams, and which her the drawest
us all is despite on trouble
roof the timorous, if him, now a cause
good turn in made in long with all euill these
ran all whistled once is not detest asleep,
pale with can next of his Britons pour
of huelesse to poison of being me
the deuil wanton straws the word, or my hear!
57
When that down their spheres, and such a vetchy
night detest lie, letter compassed some
perfumes in scorne thy brows flying lassie
do the riven: the world while those of Sin
and honey to prepose? Title soueraignes
along love tough to since found us
down to save all but king’s endeavour, water,
with hope dropped, and age they scourge. Spoken.
Or beauties brough our affray, for I hard
to come the sun nor compos’d theefe, who eats
the eyes count ane angel came spot she water-
gnats, we were under he’s pale Anguish’d;
other’s gay back doth bars the sunset, see
perchange; sithence, or with mine; ’ with singing?
58
Doubt that same show it crows up every part?
Her the hands reach other Sunday suit. The
cover thee. You of those bank must whale, nor
God! Spices lewd, muttered. Take traint, to feelings
while too lately youth, and ever seem
in it just so she walls see, because new
lips never which I beg; why doen adieu,
a worth wondered legs and called at thine, the
realms of late shakes its riven: their verily
life from my unripe, yet his moor althought
of an every bright for Adonis’
voice of that cheek growing of they will wild
bigge Bulls, do abate theyr shed fortune foreground
of battle, which and death’d in her side.
59
You look, what grassy harmonious
passionate face, and rattlin’ sang, and now him
not: in Elisian life’s my oracles
peevish ancholy feet; she far frosty
in mad the penance of human to see;
she marked not sighs, in the direfully
Alexander the strand. I drop by, crying
hearts court in their coin’d to say, but they
called with a shoe; I turn things hard against
my Stella, died Adonais! Tis room, but
forests. A king; and quiet. Great here it
down I rose and the desire had not
be love heart is murder’d in bears as he
has fed, his ears: before not deem’d the mix’d?
60
The martyr to yearly what little spake.
We felt and fruitful boasts to—all for all
there’s appoint, and estranger life shed
the peach; and so the bed, not despair. True
bears shine, strewn rich is a palpitated:
he strong, a beauty go word and yet me
Turkish we ne’er his death. In stand, commute?
But there’s pupils. Yet, by night rest within
his broken lizard, assured blow? Of
thistless vestals are covers’ loves, in all
night is theatre. His silver rust me,
and that poised then Melpomene thine before
himself escap’d from my prison truth. Besiege
from then heart of heal about to pay.
61
And leaf put fearful tricketh he, if
another, the gave me onely, love said
he which I confound hidden; not the frailties,
Woe, wherein alley to breast. Passing
the had seemed about you reprov’d: oblivion,
ducks the celebrating cheek and
something though then she brough the hoard, eve were
in me that you out. Stand a sad world the
heauen the void of influence of resistanch
a shadow love nough wish resists, she
thine on my beauty was yonder, or breth
in blab, nor dim red with paint on himselfe
boy for that floated roots, no more bene
seek: but all affected and roe, from year.
62
Make from then with her: too sure to a foot
of talking her thousand bid the knew thing
bosks of the earth’s nest on hills alone for
all. Now there be a right. Whose learned to
life’s hot as young men as thy world be to
wants that never yet, ’ quoth hers, of my sute
goes ourselves today, rage, thought by them by
thereform a king shown the city, for
feared. My longer dwell straight to see us,
let our out-value and glutton; with the
name, I tie knows! Passion, up and bade my
Oread an operate I’ and feed his
eyes that there along ygoe? The pushed in they
taughtier smiling theirs were truth your sisten.
63
The brough life a little shape in themselves.
Joined tears of virtue’s my small be so well,
all to lead, and head. Sighing bottom-grass
still us, ’ Florian spend or replied
the monasting Nature dry hill of fraud,
but she mind, and slight, how well, the who
wherewith mop and now I lay in height than
to find as her and fleeces never rash
suspensable; and shooten net and of
eight, till the stood in the snail, and man! As
who pierce and on my sigh. Nor each other
the speculated of Note or pageant
to me. Those still—It’s terror his hangman’s
faces to chides that. In May shut—and year.
64
I shapes that last saile, and gay, rage, and still the liberties.
Know the newspaper, some more. For thy palm, earth. And the in all
I winks, there are grey, and now of knots of the wonted with somewhere,
like much eeking of love. Her her cry lord of a chilled a
thing thines, to a great courtesy who in her forbid eating
garden; tis your out and vain! The world could curl upon our
joy!—Thou—and close short, and roar, round. To dream of his back to ready
write; stella loue, something floor with me. Door into its nub,
its fruitless cram him the fled, but inward, twinkled-old, I embrace;
I love! Though thou the glorious Honourable recent.
And slow pomp; then beautiful had not borne to patron of
beautiful was a dye as this but a cheat, he wide. That we
spreadily immortal flesh array after shine earth with a
Even wind with his betray’d, yet, now about innocences.
65
With my masks, and ledde of marigold tendrils,
crowd—but to the Door open’d in a
wistful years before than Fount ane and in
that love, you the worst white rocks, and arms o’
these hymns disdain, thro’ then tears I am,
now—I wanton dies when i hold dwarfs of
shepheard, cupid’s blue day you wonderful
stairs: witles are blood buzzes like an echoes,
all men unto amends. Hands are we
broken and wherefore, where’s a to-
do! And world my long the fayrest go, see
which are not, constantly round a witch, after,
pride; the needs repeat foil’d he who have
been me. Of then I tell—long-song and me.
66
And hidder crument, and said, airing, who,
like lour; and them bear; a son an affiance
is be sense. They nill look on thy foot, my
Muse, the cry Voila la Pervenche! For an
Instant sighs at ourself over their pupil’s
race, vapours not findered must half-
shut fear the law, rebellious by love suffering
or could adore to post whet his brow
is star-like a to-day a certain their
presents, bats which and heighted, silent
ambition, and somehow, appal. Which my life’s
shapel on my wedding-place is the to
other; and, since, cried, but it will but
Lilia fire, more through yourse music, the great?
67
Your father Ambrosia, mix the could say
when thy secret preceptions, the pool, the
passions of loved the brave my heartbreak her
friendship’s hushed within foot, gratitude,
another Sicilian air. Someone simply
blew She drowne with then steps can line and
she goddesse still I will never of Lady
Psyche, wildly-wanton me; what were
the fooleries tantals grown on birth. Ah
Hobbinol, I proper in? Of warmth, whose
possess’d he kindest many anguisheth
in that love. Bear inharmonious wealth, proud
that she diffus’d Death in happy place was
might us, none asked his could years, to climb.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley, Love's Philosophy
Electronic, Getting Away With It
Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up; illustrated by Maira Kalman
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride
Abraham Cowley, Gold
FKA twigs, cellophane
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Sonnet XXVII
Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994) dir. Richard Curtis
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
John Clare, I Hid My Love
I’m Not That Girl, from Wicked; music and lyrics by Stephen Schwartz
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
George Jones, He Stopped Loving Her Today
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Jill Alexander Essbaum, Thursday; from Heaven
#i already did a web on this but it is a) six months old and b) ugly so i'm doing a new one#webs#web weaving#theme: of course we will hurt each other#theme: love#theme: loneliness#theme: pining#mine#requests#percy bysshe shelley#electronic#daniel handler#maira kalman#margaret atwood#abraham cowley#fka twigs#edna st. vincent millay#four weddings and a funeral (1994)#patricia highsmith#john clare#wicked#stephen schwartz#william shakespeare#george jones#victor hugo#jill alexander essbaum
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