#Weep You No More Sad Fountains
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Weep You No More, Sad Fountains
Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven’s sun doth gently waste.
But my sun’s heavenly eyes
View not your weeping,
That now lie sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
Sleeping.
Sleep is a reconciling,
A rest that peace begets.
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at even he sets?
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping
While she lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
Sleeping.
— John Dowland
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I want to reread Persuasion so badly
#or any Jane Austen's I haven't read yet#unfortunately#wasn't in the right era for them#sense and sensibility appeals to me too#weep you no more sad fountains sung by Kate Winslet is stuck in my head
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In the mood for...
March 12th
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1. hi! for the next itmf could i please get lxc being called out on his bs? i was obsessed with “weep no more, sad fountains” but i still wanted to see him actually having to come to terms with that fact that he put his trust on jgy above his trust on his brother and was complicit on all of it. thanks!!
break by justdoityoufucker (T, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, LXC Critical, JC Critical, Canonical Character Death, Guānyīn Temple Scene, BAMF WN, Protective WN)
Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending) also contains many "FU"s against Lan Xichen but more for how the Lan Clan treated Lan Wangji when he protected Wei Ying & took in Yuan.
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2. Hi! For ITMF, can you please recommend wangxian fics where other people (could be other canon characters, OCs or outsider pov) find out about wangxian’s marriage and are jealous of how lan wangji is the most devoted, doting husband or even just surprised/ awed with their relationship!
Thank you always for your efforts and time 🫶
Life before you was tragic by covalentbonds (Not rated, 4k, wangxian, Fluff and Humor) The part that’s relevant to the ask is in the second chapter
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3. Hi again. ITMF two sets of fics a) where wwx and lwj end up taking care of yuan er after they find him on the door step, a family member leaves him in their care etc b) wwx and lwj having loads of kids adoption or birth wise maybe even a few of the children finding them and just kind of latching on and it's kid fics, the longer the better @thatperson0-0
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The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition,Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer) maybe? WY & LZ aren't together when Yuan shows up but get together days later.
🔒💖 so take my hand (take my whole life too) by cicer (E, 92k, wangxian, Modern, Accidental Baby Acquisition, oh my god they were roommates, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, this fic is not about trauma, it's about the yearning, slowburn, some characters have a pretty strong bias against folks with drug addiction, (this does not reflect the author's opinion of people with addiction disorders!), none of the really grim abuse/drug use affects our main characters, and it takes place offscreen) should be a good fit
3B)
🔒💖 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, Arranged Marriage, political scheming, Gratuitous Domesticity, Mutual Pining, EXTREME SLOWBURN, the inherent eroticism of the forehead ribbon, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, neither wwx nor lwj want to be Perceived, but sorry kids! it's gonna happen!, rated E but the the NSFW stuff doesn't begin until chapter 19!, bottom lwj in chapter 20 and 27)
❤️ Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste for williedustice (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff, 🔒[PODFIC] Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste by lunatique)
🔒and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They're Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending, podfic of and having a marvellous time by varnes by Spinifex) this story has WWX adopting a bunch of kids (or maybe them adopting him), but LWJ loves then as soon as he meets them do hopefully this will work for the request.
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4. Hiiii thank you for all your hard work!!!!
For the next itmf do you have any
A. Child abuse / neglect wwx where lwj realize something is wrong like in the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie(cl410) or works that mention the fact that wwx is not giving his all in exams / is being disruptive on purpose (maybe he corrects lwj on something super complicated) and after he stops his grades gets so much better…
B. Anything where wwx safeword out of a nonsexual situation? Like a meeting with the Jiangs or something triggering??
Anyway thank you so much for everything ✨✨✨✨✨✨ @ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan
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Just Say Yes series by edenwolfie (M, 338k, wangxian, canon divergence, matchmaking, pining, cloud recesses study arc, getting together, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, everyone lives au) Wei Ying misbehaves because he's not challenged enough
🔒 Warming up (to him) by barisan (T, 9k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Hypothermia, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Temporary Character Death, Medical Inaccuracies, YZY Abuses WWX, JFM Bashing, pre-wangxian, Good Uncle LQR, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort)
Company by WithBroomBefore (T, 29k, wangxian, canon divergence, not YZY friendly, pre-relationship, getting together, fix-it, hurt/comfort, light angst w/ happy ending)
🔒💙 Holding shreds by barisan (T, 5k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, No Sunshot Campaign, Body Swap, Not for sexy shenanigans, Chronic Pain, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, POV WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiāng Family Bashing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Smart WWX)
please don't let me be misunderstood by sysrae (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, getting hit by cars, Past Child Abuse, Friends to Lovers, Abusive YZY, Caring LWJ, Injured wwx)
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5. ur favorite darkji fics? thanksss
A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 84k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, graphic depictions of violence, underage, LWJ pov, JC pov, dark LWJ, manipulation, grooming, teen body adult mind for LWJ, happy ending for wangxian, problematic consensual underage sex, blood & violence, insane LWJ, manic LWJ)
💖 Ominous by 3neetee (T, 5k, wangxian, pre-relationship, established relationship, character death, fae & fairies, changelings, dark LWJ, dark WWX, BAMF WWX, graphic description, suicide, implied/referenced domestic violence)
Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not rated, 11k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Teacher LWJ, dark twin jades, Age Difference, Manipulation, Protective LWJ, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Corporal Punishment, Relatively canon-typical abusive Jiangs, WWX Get a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Not Jiang Clan Friendly)
💖 I just wanted to see you so bad by Blackberreh, ThatOnePlatypus (T, 1k, wangxian, canon divergence, dark LWJ, minor character death, blood)
💖 Somewhere Sits an Empty Throne by Siamesa (E, 19k, WangXian, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, tgcf fusion, Gods & Goddesses, Ghosts, Romance, vengeance, Dark LWJ, Grief/Mourning, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending)
💖 Do you want to hear by allollipoppins, dameauxgentianes (T, 12k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, canon divergence, not everyone dies au, epistolary, Madam Lan lives, minor character death, dark LWJ, Lan WWX, bad parents JFM & YZY, good uncle LQR, no sunshot campaign)
💖 demons run when a good man goes to war by Miranda_Aurelia (T, 20k, wangxian, LWJ & NHS, JYL/JZX, canon divergence, angst w happy ending, NHS & LWJ friendship, not JGY friendly, dark LWJ, revenge, (presumed) major character death, not LXC friendly)
💖 Like the sea loves the shore by Say (E, 15k, wangxian, LQY & WWX, implied/referenced WWX/WC, F/F, rule 63, dark LWJ, protective LWJ, sirens, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst w/ happy ending, eventual smut, human WWX, siren LWJ, age difference, non-human genitalia, minor character death)
💖 Buried in the Sky, Hallowed by thy Depths by themunchking (T, 9k, wangxian, supernatural elements, sirens, dark wangxian, canon-typical violence)
💖 The Way You Tremble by themunchking (E, 6k, wangxian, murder husbands, vampires, blood, violence, supernatural elements)
At heart by apathyinreverie (M, 8k, wangxian, WIP, Dark LWJ(Ish), Amnesia, WWX gets to be Not Okay after the BM, Hurt WWX, Recovery, Caring, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, some definite manipulation, but not everything is as it seems, not nearly as dark as the tags make it sound, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Domestic WangXian, Fluff, WWX Goes to Gusu, WWX happily atticwifing away, Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ)
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6. Hi!!
It's been a while since I asked here, but I can't help but to come back for MXTX stories jahaha
I Was wondering, for the next "I'm in the mood fof", may I ask for fics where WWX is good friends with HC from TGCF? I need their bromanceeeeee
Tysm!! @nia-rarita
🧡 The Red Ribbon by Xiao_Hua (M, 21k, WangXian, HuaLian, Canon Divergence, Ghost City, a bit of beefleaf, Immortality, Cultivation Partners, Juniors, XL and HC find a child who happens to be WWX, Fluffy wangxian, WWX is a Supreme Ghost King, First Time, TGCF)
🔒Can we skip to the Good Part? by pink-lotus-pods (kkomaism) (T, 107k, HuaLian, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Crossover, YLLZ WWX, HuaLian are in Love , Married HuaLian, Slow Build, Canon Temporary Character Death, Ghost WWX, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Blood and Violence, Character Study, Panic Attacks, WWX Has a Mental Breakdown, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, unbearable amounts of sexual tension, Suicidal Thoughts, mild but it's still there!, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Genius WWX)
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7. Hiiii for the next itmf do you know any alpha to omega wwx ??? Like Juste A Taste by anxiousTypist or any omega wwx and alpha lwj being “roommates”
Thank you for your work !!!!! 🤍🩵❤️🖤
Blissful Ignorance and All Its Benefits by DrPanda99 (E, 20k, wangxian, WIP, A/B/O, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Oblivious WWX, Alpha WWX, Alpha LWJ, Bitching, Self-bitching?, Masturbation, Size Difference, of the penis variety, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Knotting Dildos, Large Cock, Small Penis, Size Kink, Accidental Voyeurism, Size Queen WWX, LWJ & WWX Have a Breeding Kink, PWP, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Humor)
Two Alphas, One Ship by fenaly (E, 6k, wangxian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, A/B/O, Bitching, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-consensual sex, Non-Consensual Bitching, Aliens, Non-Human Genitalia, Blood and Gore, Murder Husbands, Feminizing genitalia terms, Among Us AU, Sci-Fi, Explicit Smut, Tentacles, Shapeshifting, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Monsterfucking, Violence, Alpha/Alpha becomes Alpha/Omega, Breeding Kink, Wank and Tell)
🔒 Unpreventable Happened by 3neetee (G, 15k, wangxian, Modern, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Alpha WWX, but not for long, Bitching, Roommates, baby acquisition, fostering, Pre-Relationship, Mutual Pining, WWX is irresponsible with himself, Domestic Fluff, Kid Fic)
Changing by Dixielis (T, 2k, wangxian, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Alpha WWX, Omega WWX, Bitching, Mpreg, POV Outsider, Hurt/Comfort, Good Uncle LQR, Modern)
Mutual Nurture by NinaCarow (E, 9k, wangxian, Mentions of Character Death, mentions of abuse, Mentions of Rape, no rape occures tho, A/B/O, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Past Alpha WWX, Biting, Bonding, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, WWX Has a New Golden Core, its just sex and cuteness, mostly)
what home feels like by callmeb6104 (E, 7k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Alpha WWX, Omega WWX, changing of (secondary) gender, Whump, WWX Whump, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, No Sunshot Campaign, Aged-Up Character(s), Domestic Violence, Bad Parent YZY, Anal Play, Anal Fingering, Ass to Mouth, Multiple Orgasms, sex tears, Hand Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, First Time, Nipple Licking, Nipple Play, Body Worship)
I care for you by Lanwangjisnights (M, 27k, wangxian, WIP, Modern with Magic, Magical Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Alpha WWX, Fox WWX, Knotting, Nesting, Dual Cultivation, Mpreg, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics)
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8. Hey!!
I hope youre doing well <33 i wanted to read something similar to how to fall in love with a catfish - a guide by wwx in terms of humour. Im fine with whatever premise/canon/non canon/au etc etc i just want to read something witty-ish funny like how that was.
Thank you in advance!!!!
Inter-Sect Politics for the Absolute Beginner by Elpie (Horribibble) (M, 3k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Brothels, BAMF WWX, Chaotic WWX, Humor, JGS Being an Asshole, Justice, JGY & WWX Friendship)
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9. Is there a fic where wwx becomes pregnant through artifical insemination. He doesn't know it's lwj and neither does lwj. They end up getting close and falling in love and later lwj learns he's also the bio dad?
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10. hii :D im in the mood for some magical girl/hero AU fics, preferably wangxian but i dont mind other ships or a lack of thereof. what i mean by "magical girl AU" is a modern setting in which cultivators are more or less vigilantes/heroes who can transform using their powers. hellinglaozu on tumblr has an AU similar to the genre im looking for btw, if you'd want a more concrete idea as to what i'm looking for you could refer to it (it's called seventeen romance). thank you!! ^^ @harapecowee
Wei Wuxian Makes a Wish series by natcat5 (M, 119k, wangxian, major character death, underage, madoka magica au, modern w/ magic, time travel, high school au, body horror, self-harm, angst w/ bittersweet ending, time loop, mental instability, suicidal thoughts) absolutely phenomenal madoka magica wangxian au
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11. Hey! I’m in the mood for fics similar to Impossible Remains on AO3, aka wangxian fics where WWX dies after the golden core transplant or just earlier than canon! thank u so much to all the mods and the lovely work u guys do! 🥰🫶
Blood of the Black Earth by wirevix (M, 48k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Xuánwǔ of Slaughter Cave, Sunshot Campaign, Sad with a Happy Ending, Ghost WWX, Monster WWX, Canonical Character Death, Although not at the canonical time, Grief/Mourning, Good Sibling JC, Horror)
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12. thanks for ur hard work! any pregnant wwx fic recs?
Accidents Will Happen by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 45k WangXian, Post Canon, Mpreg, Fluff, Light angst)
🧡 Brilliant Mistake by brooklinegirl (E, 53k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sex Pollen, Mpreg, dubcon, Modern Cultivators, Dubious Medical Science)
All I Want by Selenay (E, 47k, wangxian, Modern, Mpreg, Post Holiday Romance, Consequences, Reunions, Idiots in Love, wangxian attempt to be sensible adults about it, they are very bad at it, Teacher WWX, Handwavey Biology)
Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, unplanned pregnancy, mpreg, gore, sunshot campaign, assumed miscarriage, medical procedures, childbirth, golden core reveal)
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13. Hello! I need your help in suggestions. Can you suggest me a Wangxian fanfiction where Wei Ying hurts Lan Zhan for jiangs or others and latter reunited with him. I have read various Lwj hurting Wei Ying fanfiction but not Wei Ying hurting Lan Zhan @abz18699-blog
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14. hii, this is for itmf!
fics where they struggle w remembering things, not like memory loss, maybe where they disassociate. forgetting things which r not so nice and then starting to forget small random details?
thank you!!!!
to the river of rivers by haysel (T, 26k, WangXian, Character Study, Post-Canon, Mutual Pining, Dissociation, Getting Together, Misunderstandings, Trauma, Angst with a Happy Ending, tw for dissociation, sort of sickfic, Hurt/Comfort)
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15. I'm assuming that this is where I ask about ITMF recs? If it is, do you have any fics focusing on like, the past characters reacting specifically to Nie Huaisang's 10 year revenge plan, or to how differently Nie Huasang acts after everything? Or at least any fics where the past characters react to the future (whether it be through watching the show, or going to the future, meeting future selves, etc.) that has some amount of focus on Nie Huaisang along with everything else? Thank you!
💖 The Path by Seastar98 (Not rated, 279k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, fix-it of sorts, CQL verse, golden core reveal, angst w/ happy ending, BAMF NHS)
Nie HuaiSang's Diaries - When Spirits Drift in Time by IlnaHers (T, 37k, wangxian, WIP, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reveal, Time Travel? only the diaries though, Characters Watching the Show, Serious WWX, Hurt WWX, Hurt JC, Hurt LWJ, Protective LWJ, Protective JC, Protective WWX, Hurt NHS, Protective NHS, Character Death Reveal, Progressive Reveal, Melancholy, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Angst, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, Sad, Shock, Mentioned Junior Quartet)
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16. Hewwo!!!!! For the next ITMF could i pretty pls get recs for Wen remnants/burial mounds era???? Bonus points if there’s the Wens and/or Yilling people loving their patriarch and extra bonus points if there’s the sects realizing they’re wrong and leaving them alone but not necessarily requirements, i just want Wei Wuxian and his found family being happy making a dire place their home!
🔒 the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 91k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days)
Until It's Dark by suzvoy (M, 120k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, LWJ Finds Out, Pining, Fluff and Angst, First Kiss, First Time, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hair-pulling in chapter 23) also has Lan Wangji in the Burial Mounds but has a great depiction of the Wens and how the sects could have responded better
💖 Return to Sender by Thesaurus_with_no_words (M, 72k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, BAMF WWX, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Temporary Amnesia, Slow burn)
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17. Anyone wanna rec me some light-hearted time travel fics? I like the serious ones fine but it's hard to find ones that are funny.
Thanks in advance! o7
🔒 ripples spread out when a single pebble is dropped into water by RoseThorne (G, 1k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JYL & WWX, JC & WWX, WWX & WQ, LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, Time Travel Fix-It, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Character Death, Future Character Death, Timey-Wimey, Truth, Honesty, Guilt, Crack and Angst, POV Third Person, POV WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc) kinda
Wrong Turn, Right Place by diamondbruise (E, 71k, WangXian, Time Travel, kind of, it’s more reality travel but there’s modern wwx and cultivator lwj, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jealousy, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Cultural Differences)
rerun from the outside by Eicas (T, 2k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Crack, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, JC POV)
River Stones by littlesystems (M, 18k, WangXian, Time Travel, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study arc, Junior Quartet, Oblivious WWX, Suffering LWJ, Voyeurism)
Wangxian's Time-Travelling Shenanigans Series by pupeez4eva (Varies, 18k, WangXian, Time Travel, Humor, POV Outsider, Love confessions, PDA, Everyone Lives/Nobody dies) most of their wangxian fics explore lighthearted time travel fix it
🔒An Arrow Through Time by syrus_jones (M, 166k, WIP, WangXian, Crack Treated Seriously, Time Travel, Reverse time travel, into the future, Potentially a Fix-it-fic?, Time Travel Fix-It, Mistaken Identity, POV LWJ, Angst, Gay Panic, Falling In Love, Fluff and Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Young LWJ, Older WWX, Internally Screaming LWJ) though it is not been updated since long
💖 vinegar jug by dandelion_san (G, 7k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Humor, Awkward Crushes, Jealousy)
Look forward, the future looks back by SerlinaBlack (T, 1k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fluff and Humor, Attempt at Humor, Dialogue Heavy, Crack Treated Seriously, Madam yu's a+ parenting mentioned, Oblivious WWX, jealous LWJ, WWX in WWX's body)
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“How do you become a poet?”
Always looking/ Hardly speaking/ Defending the moon/ Disappearing from the room/ As if you were never even there/ Drinking more caffeine than breathing air/ Instead of falling in love with smiles, looking at them & just wondering why they don't reach it to that person's eyes?/ Instead of getting lost in the eyes, reading the sadness in them & wondering why they cried themselves to sleep at nights?/ Unsaid words, lots of them, so many that your mind gets fully clogged up with them, & at nights they threaten to spill out from your eyes as teardrops/ Unsent letters, loads of them, too many hidden well in your secret drawers, because of the fear of one accidentally landing in someone's letter box/ “Where is your home?”/ I don't know/ Strangers to friends. Within years. Friends to strangers again. Within a heartbeat/ I think I've seen this film before & I didn't like the ending/ Too many films of memories, playing in your head all together at the same time/ Too many stories of your life, having the similar last page, with the same last line/ “You are not enough!”/ Am I really not made for love?/ Lying to the whole world. “I'm fine”/ Lying to your therapist. “I'm fine, other people have it so much worse than me”/ Lying to your parents. “I'm fine.” “Then why are you crying?” “I'm not, I'm fine”/ Lying to yourself. ‘I'm fine.’ ‘No, you're not. You know you're not.’ ‘I know! But does it matter? No. It doesn't. There are hearts more hurt than ours.’ ‘But then why are you crying?’/ Daydreams & what-ifs/ Always finding yourself at the edge of the cliffs/ Envying & smiling sadly at the people who are poetry/ “I read your poem. It's beautiful!” What about me?/ Not touching your diary for months/ Then writing 6 poems in a day, after receiving 6 brand new cuts/ When no matter what pen you choose to write with, fountain, ball point, glitter gel, the ink you'll see after completing the last line will all be blood/ & then there's suddenly blood everywhere. Blood, so much blood. You lift your shaky hands & find both of your palms covered in it. You cover your eyes with them & sob, drowning in your own flood/ & you just keep praying to God for it to be your own. That the cracks of heart from all this blood seeped through, please God, let it be mine. Let it be mine/ The world hurts you enough everyday. But the last thing you want to do is to hurt the world back in your lifetime/ Mastering the art of stitching the wounds. But never for yours/ Other people have it so much worse. You don't deserve any of the cures/ Letting the wounds you think you deserve bleed/ Continuously, trying to not pay the pain any heed/ But still failing/ & weeping & weeping/ Then picking up the quill & dipping it in the aorta of your heart/ & attempting to create art/ But I think I'm not the right person to answer this question/ Because I am too inexperienced & unfamiliar with that profession/ Because as for me, I'm just a girl looking out of her window, waiting for someone to come & look at her/ & just not look away after/ I'm not a poet, how can I never be?/ But I do think/ That poets are not something that people become/ It's a mask. That people buy one day, at the price of heartbreaks & shattered hopes, to put on & hide the ugly & weak personas of them/ It's something people have to do, you know?/ Because the world can barely tolerate the poets. How many more wounds do you think you can sustain? & how many rocks do you think the world will throw?/ When you'll step out of your room/ As you?
~ms.anonymous
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A DARK HORSE
cr - @jam8366
You're teaching Neuvillette how to feel.
Translate or reblog is alright, but only if you remember, that I may ask you to delete if I would not alright with your blog. Thank you.
The place I live most of all.
MASTERLIST.
He's learning to understand human emotions, though he's finding it difficult - the longer the water dragon ruled the court, the more questions clogged his head. He had no suitable answers. Everything that brought him thoughts was keyed from within the fountain of Lucine, and that is where Neuvillette goes when he gets unbearably homesick.
"Dreary," of course, is a relative term. The loneliness of a water dragon is very different from the loneliness that Furina experienced; and yet it runs through his veins.
Neuvillette noticed you around the same fountain more and more often. Usually you were already gone when he approached, but he was fascinated that your voice was nowhere to be found in the vastness of the ocean. He'd never heard it, of course, but Neuvillette would certainly recognise it. So why do you come?
Neuvillette asked you that question once. He stayed to wait, and when the time came, he approached. His voice sounded particularly quiet, not like the ships. You laughed - it made sense why Nyovilette had not heard your fate.
It brought mystery. What did your soul weep for, what did it rejoice in, what did it love? The man - aka absolutely anyone - aroused curiosity. Like a small child wanting to stir up an ant's nest to see what was inside.
Of course, he wasn't interested in you alone. Every man is exceptional; that makes him a mass into which Neuvillette had yet to burrow. If the local waters helped him to know the hidden things, how do people cope without clues…?
Neuvillette looked at the little child. The mother standing beside him was comforting, oohing and aahing and fidgeting around the boy who had fallen. A small scratch on his leg, a consequence.
Did it hurt…? Neuvillette watched from a distance, trying not to draw attention, but your appearance made him flinch. Yes, he couldn't understand why the boy was crying over such a trifle - how vulnerable the soul must have been born, or how weak the human body was…? It would have been reasonable to ask, but the water dragon was not used to intervening on his own. Besides, it was a kind of detective game to try his hand at being a spiritual and material expert, digging out clues and putting them together. Except that you brought a red stain to Neuvillette black and white picture, diluted with water, and he learnt that the child was crying not because of pain or sadness, but because his mother was letting him know that the fall was something scary, and that if the parent had just laughed and picked the boy up, nothing would have happened.
Honestly, it didn't fit into Neuvillette understanding, but he chewed over everything you gave and accepted it. Who better to know the man than the man? He is often rather uncomfortable asking people directly why they do things this way or that, and although the water dragon has cultivated an immunity to embarrassment, it is probably best to have his own 'guide' to the new world so as not to disturb and worry the people. It could very well have been you, but…. you had your own reasons for refusing.
You didn't like people. Or rather, you didn't like being among them. Neuvillette didn't offer any requests or deals for that very reason-being a "guide" meant taking you out of your comfort zone, which was something a man couldn't afford to do, to put it mildly. Still, there was one feeling that made Neuvillette both anxious, curious, and indifferent. He wanted to learn these subtleties, but preferably not on himself, and so the water dragon carefully searched for manifestations of family love, fake love, sincere love, romantic love and friendly love.
"Well, you can take care of me," you said jokingly when Neuvillette shared an inquisitive fact, "and I'll take care of you. And we will experience love whether we want to or not."
From this expression Neuvillette concluded that love could not be chosen but he did. It was a conscious decision to be more interested in you than in others.
I wonder if he loved you. The water dragon saw your vomiting, nausea, drinking, singing and dance-like movements. You thought it made him disgusted, but in fact absolutely not - Neuvillette can't be disgusted through the normal human body, so you absolutely denied everything but friendship in your head. This freed up your heart to flirt with other people. Neuvillette learnt from you, and didn't really understand why you weren't interested in him if you promised each other. Is the love he was trying to know really a different kind of love for a man? And you… and you were friends. You loved him with a different love.
One day you asked him for help. You had to create a situation where you would be alone with Risley, which was quite difficult, because you had never been a criminal, and Risley rarely left the fortress. It was a strange, incomprehensible feeling; you were familiar with the wolf even before you started communicating with Neuvillette , but somehow Neuvillette felt like if he granted your wish, it wouldn't make anyone better.
The water dragon asked why you wanted to meet him so badly. You confessed that you've been communicating by letters for a long time, and it seems that Risley has the same "love" for you. If you see each other, you will sort out your relationship. And Neuvillette . wanted to help. He didn't know how to upset those he held dear, and if it meant you would smile at someone other than him but remain happy, the man saw no reason to object.
Yes, you met Reesley. And Neuvillette had sinned - learnt the details from both sides. They seemed too different, too contradictory. Wolf said he did offer you a serious relationship and you asked for time to think about it. You told Neuvillette that nothing special had happened. Oh, good. The water dragon overcame the embarrassment, right? He asked you directly how you felt about him.
"Friendship," you were hard-pressed by the question, because you were afraid Neuvillette confession would be awkward, unnecessary, and you automatically felt guilty that you'd misunderstood each other when you'd agreed on permanent companionship, "care, respect. I want to be there for you when you're homesick and help you cope with heavy emotions. I know it's not easy for you alone, and I promised you companionship and support.
Then Neuvillette asked another question: how do you feel about Risley?
You already wanted to cut off the dialogue and go cry from hopelessness and resentment. It was all wrong. You couldn't agree to romantic intimacy, but you couldn't break the heart of the one you actually cared about the most, either.
"I'm interested in him," you said softly but firmly in response, "I want to find out how far our relationship with him can go.
"But you don't want to find out with me? - Neuvillette spoke as if he wasn't in pain, and in fact he was. Neuvillette just wanted answers,-I wish it."
How creepy and scary; answering honestly was all you had to do. And yet. maybe love is a choice after all, and you can choose to love Neuvillette ? He's never treated you badly. He was always there for you. Neuvillette remained the purest of beings, revealed his secret, told his story and all the details you wanted to know, trusting that you wouldn't share it with anyone.
The silence remained a needle in Neuvillette soul. He raised his hand when you opened your mouth; it was a kind of call to silence. The water dragon understood without words.
Progress.
And the longer you pondered the question, the further your pity drifted away - in truth, you didn't sympathise with Neuvillette any more than you might have worried about the broken heart of an inexperienced schoolboy confessing his love. It was an old creature, grown up and conscious, breathing different air, drinking different water, feeding on the power of the elements when your body demanded vegetables and tea.
You. fell in love. In an instant. It wasn't close to talking about feelings for Risley; they were, after all, sparked by interest, curiosity, not delayed in developing. And here it was quite different. After maybe a couple of months, Neuvillette called you to show you something underwater. He wanted to share a place he'd discovered not too long ago, and a dragon rarely shared much. You stopped halfway through because you, um. wanted to take a chance. Huge, empty space, just fish all around, and not even the seaweed reached down to the level where you were. And down below, a terrible, black darkness. It was as if it was sinking to the lowest level, flowing into the ordinary water of the Teiwat.
"I've never seen you in your true form," she suddenly uttered, running water into her mouth for the first time in a long time. Neuvillette froze.
"It's true," he didn't realise what you were getting at, though some suspicion crept into his head. And soon you shrugged, as if calling for action.
"Even divers don't swim in here… and if someone did notice, I don't think they'd believe them. People haven't learnt how to take underwater photos yet. I'd like to meet you again. But I'm not interested if such an acquaintance would make you uncomfortable," you chose your words carefully, telling the truth.
Neuvillette smiled. You had seen that smile so rarely that for some reason you smiled too. He didn't have to be asked twice. A strange peacefulness crept down the dragon's back as he asked you to rise above his neck so you wouldn't accidentally get into trouble. Turning into a creature of this magnitude was biting at your lungs; a marvellous bodily dissolution, glowing and feeling the hard impenetrable skin beneath your feet. You managed to grasp the small protrusions of large needles to keep from falling off and being swept aside, while Neuvillette continued to grow a long, agile tail. His primordial body was flexible and slender, with long horns and whiskers pushing back from his flat, oblong skull. When the transformation was complete, you saw a huge creature hovering in the water like a bird caught in an air current.
You pushed off the scales with your feet, swimming swiftly up to the dragon's muzzle and examining the intricacies of the broad muscles. It resembled an axolotl - snow-white and blue, marine, enjoying the freedom of its body. Yes, Neuvillette felt wonderful. The power released at last was boiling in his cold blood. His stomach twisted with hunger. He wanted to soak his body in water, wait for it to be satiated, and you finally froze in the middle of his muzzle. Deep eyes exuded a water-reflecting glow with a faint burgundy tint. Sharp pupils, all yours, all towards you.
"You look happier that way," she whispered, knowing he could hear far beyond your hearing, "I like you better that way.
Neuvillette laughed. It sounded so strange and appealing - air bubbles rose to the surface, white teeth bared from beneath a thin lizard mouth, eyes squinting. You treasured a moment of his freedom. And he moved forward, weak and cautious, but the wave of his movement swept you up, carrying you backward, forcing you to grab at the scales. Neuvillette was playing around. He watched the water ride you before deciding to become your sea horse, making you his rider.
And that's when you fell in love. You fell in love with the way he made sure he didn't hurt you, the way he moved freely and contentedly in a familiar environment, wanting to do so more often. You fell in love because you realised you wanted to make this creature happy, and because you felt happy around him.
Yes, love is a choice.
And you chose to love each other. Then it came to the point of having to teach him about intimate contact, even if it all happened incredibly slowly. At first, innocent kisses only went down to the top of your head, and that already weighed immensely. You treasured every touch that Neuvillette gave you, because he was learning to love like a human. You didn't like it. You kept telling him to behave naturally.
And Neuvillette appreciated it in return. To behave naturally meant that you loved him the best you could, the best you knew how, and that you loved him completely, accepted him.
A water dragon loved a mortal girl. Morax would have laughed at that already.
#headcanon#neuvillette#neuvillette x reader#neuvillette x you#neuvillette headcanon#genshin x you#genshin x reader#genshin headcanon#genshin impact#fluff#au
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I would love a fic of comfort sex with Leon. Like, she's feeling insecure or out of place or just really depressed, but Leon pours his heart out to her while making love to her to make her feel as loved as possible. Make it end emotionally, with the reader's tears of sadness turning into tears of joy. Pretty please? 🥺🥺🥺
(Needless to say, I want this to be pretty vanilla and sweet, no degradation or heavy kinks, please)
Ohoho you guys have been horny lately but of course I will provide
“No crying in this household.”
Serious lovemaking and fluff and angst. Reader is female.
There you laid, softly crying to yourself on the bed you shared with Leon. Look at you. You could never be pretty enough for him, or at least that’s what you told yourself. Why’d he pick you? Why not someone else?
Little did you know he’d been lurking away in the shadows of your shared closet watching you and waiting for a good time to try and comfort you.
When you felt his warm hands wrap around you, you jumped and whipped around to look at him. You were met with his sweet face.
“Leon! Oh… You scared me.”
He shrugged, “ Sorry sweetheart. What’s gotten you so upset?”
You looked away.
“Do you really think I’m pretty?”
Leon blinked.
“Of course I do! What makes you think you’re not? You��re the prettiest girl in Galar, and the hottest too.”
You shrugged, “I just don’t feel very pretty…”
Leon grabbed you by the cheeks and made you look at him.
“Baby. Listen to me. You’re fucking gorgeous. When I first saw you, my heart exploded. I thought you were a goddess, that’s how beautiful you are. Please don’t ever doubt that, because it breaks my heart just how much you don’t like yourself.”
You blinked away a few tears, and he brought you in for a hug.
“Oh honey…” He pecked your cheek and rubbed your back. You were seated right in his lap, and he gently held you.
Eventually his lips made his way over to yours, and the gentle yet passionate kissing began. You always forget how good of a kisser he is, and are often taken aback by his skills.
The more he kissed you, the more you began to feel something under you. Something hard and pointy.
Leon broke away and groaned, “Aw fuck. See love? This is what you do to me. Even in the simplest of situations.”
You smiled at him, and ground against his erection a bit.
He scoffed, “Okay well now you’re just teasing me. We don’t have to-“
You shook your head, “I want to. How could I not when you’re practically a beast in bed?”
He chuckled and brought you in for another kiss as his hands gently groped at your body. He started at your hips, then moved to your thighs, and then he was fiddling with your chest.
Clothes were slowly stripped away, as Leon was taking his time admiring your body and kissing away at it. His fascination with your breasts never ceased, and he gently nipped at one of the buds as he got your panties off.
Soon you were both completely bare, and you were still seated in his lap. His hard dick was gently and slowly rubbing against your weeping hole, just begging to be let inside.
Leon smiled at you, “Seems you’re wet enough to skip the foreplay. Unless you don’t want to, I’ll still get you off regardless.”
You shook your head, “We can skip it. I’m craving the main event more anyway.”
He chuckled, and you two picked up where your make-out session left off, as you slowly ground against him. He was groaning into your mouth, desperately trying to angle himself inside. But you were teasing him, and denied him that.
When he finally slipped inside, you both broke apart and moaned. Leon held onto your hips as he gently and slowly moved in and out of you. You brought him in for a hug and let out a breathy moan into his shoulder.
His thrusts were slow and calculated, and every time he did your clit bumped against his body. He was gently kissing your neck and shoulders, and repeating out of a fountain of “I love you.” Over and over and over again as he moaned.
Your cunt was getting sloppy and hungry from him, and your noises were soft and breathy.
His breath hitched, “Fuck. I’m gonna fucking marry you on of these days.”
Your heart swelled as you nodded, holding him tighter as he ruined the inside of you. Your pussy only got tighter due to your clitoral stimulation.
He left a hickey on your neck, “Good girl… Are you close? Your cunt is getting tighter by the second.”
You nodded as a whimper left your throat.
He thrust into you again, “Cum for me, sweetheart. You’re so pretty when you do.”
That sent you over the edge, as your cunt clamped down around him, and he had to pause from just how tight you got. You let out a squeal, and were shuddering around him once it was over.
He resumed his leisurely thrusting afterwards, slowly moving as he grunted.
“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you.”
Your eyes snapped open, and you both looked at one another.
He blushed, “Uh. If you’d like to… Shit, we’re going all out of order…”
You nodded, “I’d like that. Put a baby in me, Leon.”
He practically purred, “If you say so.”
His thrusts resumed, and both your noises were loud and made for one another’s ears only. He was speeding up very slowly, and when you heard his breath hitch, it was accompanied by the feeling of being filled with something warm and sticky.
You both laid against one another, panting.
He pecked your cheek, “Love you.”
You smiled against him, “Love you too.”
#champion leon#pokemon leon#trainer leon#pokemon#request#anon ask#champion leon x reader#pokemon leon x reader#champion leon headcannons#pokemon leon headcannons#spicy content
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captain robert floyd, viscount welles (lady maverick’s society papers, pt. 2)
“Captain Robert Floyd of His Majesty’s Royal Navy, now Viscount Welles, recently returned to his family seat in Derbyshire after a successful career in the fleet. A career sailor through and through, Lord Robert had never been marriage minded, but this Author has it on good authority that there’s one jewel of society whose sparkle might have changed his mind...”
Part I (Lord Jacob Seresin)
Captain Robert Floyd was never supposed to be the Viscount. He was, after all, the spare to his elder brother, Thomas’s, heir, and fully intended on making his life at sea. But as with his best friend and compatriot, Lord Jacob Seresin, life had a way of forcing change unexpectedly. Now Viscount Welles, it was Robert’s responsibility to return to Hepburn Hall and take up the mantle as head of the Floyd family. Apparently, to Robert’s unease, this also included marriage. Robert hadn’t given much thought to the idea of taking a wife, instead preferring his relationship with the His Majesty’s Navy - and at this point in his life, who would have him? And then...he saw you.
Robert never expected to walk into his neighbor’s drawing room and meet the woman of his dreams. Your delicate hands swept across the piano keys as your angelic voice filled the room with the words to “Weep You No More Sad Fountains.” He was...captivated, and he knew from that moment on that he had to know you, that he had to find a way to make you his. What Robert did not know was how your heart lay with another, another whose unsavory past intersected with his in a way that could threaten any chance of a future with you. But the more time you spend together, Robert realizes that for you he’s ready to risk it all.
(Did I base this partially on Sense & Sensibility? Yes, yes I did.)
#bob floyd x reader#bob floyd x you#robert bob floyd x reader#robert bob floyd x you#bob floyd imagine#robert bob floyd imagine#bob floyd#robert bob floyd#top gun: maverick#lewis pullman#*myedit#*mymoodboard
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Welcome to the Garden (Sanctuary AU)
The Garden. A pocket dimension that sits on the line between life and death. This little world is designed to house and heal broken souls. Those who have died under tragic circumstances, or have many regrets are called to this realm. Once they let go of their trauma and regrets, the soul can pass on to its next life. That is the role of The Garden.
Ajax (Chapter 11)
Dinner was awkward that night. According to Five, dinnertime would always be loud and lively. But it was so much more quiet and mellow. It felt like eerie whispers and staring eyes. Ajax looked around the table. Five sat to his right, speaking to Aqua. Orchid and Bel were nowhere to be seen and all the children sat on the other side of the table. As Ajax ate, he began to feel self conscious. Halfway through the meal, Ajax lost his appetite. He sighed and put his utensils down.
“Jax? Are you ok?” The red hollow head glanced up to see Five looking at him with concern. Ajax forced a smile and placed a hand on Five’s shoulder.
“Im Fine. Just, not really hungry… You want it?” Ajax asked, pushing the plate forward. Five smiled and took the plate.
“Gladly!” Five said as they began to eat Ajax’s food. The red hollow head chuckled and stood.
“Excuse me.” Ajax said as he walked away. Ajax exited the house, wanting some fresh air. Ajax stepped outside and walked down the path to the courtyard. Once there, Ajax stood by the fountain in the middle of the courtyard. He sighed as he looked up at the stars. A sad smile was suddenly placed onto his face. The stars felt so comforting to him. But he also felt lonely, like something was missing.
Ajax turned his head to his left. He opened his mouth, like he was going to say something to someone. But upon seeing nobody there, Ajax closed his mouth. He looked back up at the stars, wondering if whoever he was missing was looking at the stars with him.
“I'm sorry that I’m not there with you now….” Ajax said to no one in particular. A feeling of longing suddenly washed over Ajax. Tears were brought to his eyes as he tried to remember who this blank face was. Ajax fell to his knees and leaned against the fountain. Ajax wept as his chest ached.
“Who are you?! Where are you?!” Ajax cried out to the moon. Whoever this person was, Ajax began to feel lonely without them. He curled up on the floor against the fountain. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as he clutched his chest.
“I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…” Ajax continued to weep those words. This intense sadness, there was no way it was sadness alone. It felt like there was more to it. Guilt? Agony? Regret? Ajax may never know. There was suddenly a hand on his shoulder. Ajax gasped and looked up to see Razz kneeling next to him.
“You alright?” They asked softly. Ajax tore his eyes away from Razz’s. He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them.
“I feel like I'm missing someone important to me… Like I did something bad to them…” The hollow head said softly. Razz sat next to ajax and rubbed his back.
“They must be important if it has you like this.” Razz softly said. “What do you remember about that person?”
“I… I remember the way they loved the stars.” Ajax said as they looked at the stars. “I think that’s why I came out here when I felt so overwhelmed.”
“Do you feel more comfortable out here?”
“.... A bit. It feels more familiar out here.”
“Mmm…. Do you want to stay out here a little longer?”
“Is it possible for me to stay out here forever?” Razz and Ajax chuckled amongst themselves.
“Unfortunately not. Everyone needs to be inside by 10.” Razz said as she placed a hand on Ajax’s shoulder. Ajax chuckled a bit, wiping away his tears. Raz giggled and stood.
“Come on man. Let’s go back inside.” Razz said with her hand extended to the hollowhead. Ajax took Razz’s hand and they housed him up.
“If you ever need to come back out, just tell me. And I can bring you out here.” Razz said.
“What about the time thing you just said?” Ajax asked with an arched brow. Razz chuckled and looked away from Ajax.
“Well, what Dandi doesn’t know won't kill her.” Razz snorted. Ajax started laughing loudly.
“You're serious?!”
“Why not? Dandi isn't in the garden all the time. So she’ll never know that we were out here past 10.” Razz said as she elbowed Ajax. Ajax snorted.
“Maybe you’ll be a bad influence on me.”
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Ajax lay in his bed silently. His head was full of scrambled thoughts and broken memories. He started at the ceiling before turning his head towards the window. The moon was just barely peeking into his room. Ajax reached out to the light of the moon.
“You look so beautiful standing in the light of freedom. Let us enjoy this moment from here on out. Together, nothing could stop us.” Ajax suddenly said. He may never know why he said that then, but as he did, he could have sworn he saw another stick figure’s silhouette standing in the soft moonlight. Ajax wanted to look up and see their face, to remember who this moonlight beauty was. But his eyes began to grow heavy.
“Who are you? Why do you mean so much to me…?” That was the last thing Ajax said before he drifted off to sleep.
“You’ll find me soon.”
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Ajax was walking through a meadow under the night sky. He smiled to himself as he came to a familiar spot. Ajax saw a familiar stick casually laying in the grass, arms under their head and legs crossed. Ajax smiled as he sat next to the familiar stranger.
“You're out here again. Is something wrong?” Ajax asked as he got comfortable. The stranger turned their head and looked up at Ajax. They let out a light scoff.
“Nah. Nothing’s really wrong. But I do enjoy being out here.” They said as they sat up. Ajax watched as the stick continued to look up at the starry sky. Ajax then did the same.
“So then why are you out here?” Ajax asked, never looking away from the stars. The faceless stick was silent for a minute. They took a breath and began to speak.
“Sometimes I need to make sure that this isn't a dream. That I’m not trapped in that creator forsaken computer, being used as an ad blocker. That you really exist, and aren't a figment of my imagination.” The mysterious stick muttered.
“You think I'm a figment of your imagination?” Ajax asked, feigning offense. The faceless stick laughed, punching Ajax in the arm.
“Shut up!” They laughed. Ajax started laughing as well.
“You dork!” The faceless stick laughed, leaning on Ajax. Ajax chuckled and leaned his head on theirs.
“If this were a dream, it’d all be pretty tragic.” Ajax said as he looked down at his faceless companion.
“I’d be sad if it was. You're the only friend I've ever had. If you disappeared, I don't know what I would do.” They said as they tensed up. Ajax hummed as they thought about ways to cheer his friend up. Ajax suddenly stood up.
“What are you doing?” They chuckled as Ajax stood before them. Ajax suddenly bowed, holding a hand out to the faceless stick.
“May I have this dance?” Ajax suddenly asked. The faceless stick blushed.
“D-dance?”
“Yeah. Come on.” Ajax suddenly grabbed the stick’s hand and pulled them up.
“Whoa! Hey!” Ajax held the stick close to them. One hand in theirs, and the other around their waist. The faceless stick blushed.
“What are you doing?!” They flusteredly asked.
“Dancing.” Ajax said as they started to waltz. The faceless stranger clumsily followed Ajax’s moves. Once they got the hang of things, both Ajax and the stranger started dancing across the meadow. They were laughing and having fun, just being themselves, free from any kind of negativity they had weighing them down. They danced to the song of night time nature. This blissful moment was all they were focused on. It’s all that they wanted. Freedom, happiness, togetherness.
Ajax and the faceless stick stood in each other’s arms in the moonlight. They stood together, staring into each other’s eyes. Ajax didn't know what came over him, but he felt himself getting closer and closer to the stranger. The stranger whispered something that Ajax couldn't hear.
“What was that?” Ajax asked, never breaking eye contact with the faceless stick. Their lips moved once more. But Ajax heard no voice. He was about to say something himself when the stick in his arms suddenly blew away, like dust in the wind.
“Wh-what?! No! Wait!!” Ajax tried to hold the remains of the stick in his hands. But every last bit slipped through his fingers.
“Wait!! Come back! Please!!” Ajax cried as he tried running after the dust. Suddenly, his foot got caught in something, causing the hollow head to fall.
“No! Come back! I still need you!! WAIT!!!”
Ajax gasped, shooting up into a sitting position. He panted as he looked around the room. What was that? A dream? A memory? Who was that person? What were they about to do? What did they say? What was he about to say? So many questions ran through his head. The door suddenly opened, causing Ajax to jump.
“Whoa, are you ok?” Razz said as they walked into the room. Ajax released a breath and relaxed his body.
“S-sorry. I just… had a weird dream….” Ajax muttered. Razz stepped into the room and sat on the hollow head’s bed.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Razz asked. Ajax stared at her. He eventually pulled his gaze from Razz to his lap.
“Not yet…” Was all he could say. Razz nodded and stood.
“Well, breakfast will be done soon. So you need to wash up Alright?” Ajax simply nodded. After a bit of hesitation, Razz left the room. Ajax could hear her footsteps growing fainter and fainter. He sighed and flopped back down on his bed. His mind went back to the strange event in his dream.
“What was that strange feeling I just had?”
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Fanfic Stede:
"Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven’s sun doth gently waste.
But my sun’s heavenly eyes
View not your weeping,
That now lie sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
Sleeping..."
Show Stede:
"Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker
I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker
Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra
With a hook in it, hope it lean over..."
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When you’re listening to a Renaissance music compilation and it’s a bop but then O Lusty May or Weep You No More Sad Fountains comes on:
#tudor memes#those songs are NOT BANGERS#they go soft#they are BORING and DREARY#skip every time#looooostie my what the hell is that#niche meme im sorry
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Ballade 105 by François Villon (BnF Ms Fr 25458, pgs. 163-164, trans. R. Barton Palmer)
I die of thirst beside the fountain.
Hot as if on fire, and my teeth chattering.
In my homeland, l'm in a far-off country.
Beside a fire I shiver, all ablaze.
Naked as a worm, dressed like a judge,
I laugh while weeping, am expectant without hope.
I find comfort in my sad despair.
I rejoice and feel no pleasure.
I'm powerful, lacking strength and might,
Nicely welcomed, rejected by everyone.
Nothing is sure for me but something uncertain.
Obscure, save that it is completely evident,
I doubt nothing but what I find proven.
I hold knowledge what is a sudden chance.
I gain everything and remain a loser.
As day begins, I say, "God give you good night!"
Lying on my back, I greatly fear falling.
I have much, yet possess nothing.
I expect an inheritance and am no man's heir,
Nicely welcomed, rejected by everyone.
I desire nothing, yet put all my energies
Into acquiring goods, but have no claim to them.
Who speaks the nicest to me annoys me most,
And who affirms the most truth, tells me the most lies.
That man's my friend who makes me understand
That a white swan is truly a black crow,
And the man who injures me does his best to help.
Falsehoods, truth -- today they're all the same to me.
I retain everything, can get my mind around nothing,
Nicely welcomed, rejected by everyone.
Merciful prince, now may it please you to know
I understand much and have no sense or knowledge.
I'm unique, yet subject to the laws that govern all.
What more do I know? What? Redeeming my pledges,
Nicely welcomed, rejected by everyone.
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In the mood for...
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1. ITMF a fic where the Lans or the neis or the cultivation world in general find out about the abuse wwx takes at jiang sect and the other sects trying to help him @zerokogane
Warming up (to him) by barisan (T, 9k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Hypothermia, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Temporary Character Death, Medical Inaccuracies, YZY Abuses WWX, JFM Bashing, pre-wangxian, Good Uncle LQR, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort) I have recommendations for the 1st one where Lan Qiren steps in!
Rediscovery, Reconstruction by ExtraPenguin (M, 27k, JFM/WWX, LQR & WWX, WWX/OC(s), rape/non-con, underage, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Rape Recovery, bildungsroman, Self-Discovery) tw for csa and rape, this one makes the abuse even worse but it's a wonderful fic about Lan Qiren stepping in to save Wei Wuxian (also has wwx/original character)
Blooming Bruises on my Soul and Body by xxxMiaHikarixxx (T, 13k, WangXian, Living on Streets, psychological abuse, WWX being a protective brother, JC being a protective brother, Good brother JC, Good brother LXC, Happy Ending, Angst With Some Comfort, Physical Abuse, Neglect, LXC is a Wangxian supporter, LWJ is whipped, Hate Crimes, multiple POVs)
🔒💙 Holding shreds by barisan (T, 5k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, No Sunshot Campaign, Body Swap, Not for sexy shenanigans, Chronic Pain, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, POV WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiāng Family Bashing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Smart WWX)
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2. Hi! Now that I finished my exams 😭, I'm ready to read a lot of new Wangxian fics! ❤️
So, for the next ITMF, I was thinking in fics about:
A) The Lans (LQ, LXC, LWJ or any Lan) looking for WWX in the burial mounds after he saved the Wens, bc they need his help. And then the Lans decided to help WWX after watching the truth.
B) Or the Lans visiting WWX bc LWJ said WWX didn't have any army and when they understand the truth, they decided to help WWX and the Wens.
Plus if there is a Wangxian weeding 😍. Please happy ending in both cases. 🙏
Thank you so much!! Love this blog 🤗💜
@wangxiansgirl
2A)
Weep You No More, Sad Fountains by athena_crikey (T, 59k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-it fic, Whump, Curses, Fever, Delirium, Stabbing, Loneliness, Confessions, LXC realising sympathy is not support, LQR Being an Asshole)
2B)
Discordant Rhapsody by nirejseki (T, 49k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, JC & WWX, WQ & WWX & WN, LWJ & LQR & LXC, canon divergence, fix-it, hurt/comfort, trauma, politics, protective LQR, protective LWJ, protective WWX, LQR centric, whump, angst)
🔒 the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 91k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, /Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days)
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3. hii! i hope you guys are doing well <3! I've been in a nhs mood, and I was wondering if you have any recs with nhs and wwx friendship, fix it, canon, anything works! i read the one in your last itmf i think, and I'm just craving more of those two! thank you in advance! @flexible-racoon
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4. ITMF a dead dove focusing on CQL nieyao's age gap @crypticidentity
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5. Itmf canon-compliant ish fics (not modern setting) where the first thing Wei Wuxian does after coming back from the dead is run straight to Lan Zhan? Thank you!
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6. HIII is there any good arranged married Wwx and Lwj? Or maybe they're married fr and they have A-yuan as their son? @naoenowa
True Gold Fears No Fire by defractum (nyargles) (M, 69k, WIP, WangXian, Royalty AU, Ancient China, Wuxia, Historical Inaccuracy, Arranged Marriage, Identity Porn, Mutual Pining, Emperor!LWJ, empress!wwx, Eventual Happy Ending, Misunderstandings)
Into the Oubliette by Ruixx (M, 124k, WIP, WangXian, Growing Up, Fix-It of Sorts, Arranged Marriage, Time Travel, Sibling Bonding, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Canon Divergence, Light BDSM, Breathplay, Wwx protection squad, Sunshot Campaign, War Politics, Hostage JYL, Visions, LXC Redemption, general lwj, Internal Sect, Politics, Good Uncle LQR, Lan OC’s, No Golden Core Transfer, Empire Building)
🧡 hypothetically, of course by johnnyfucksup (G, 22k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Character Study, Kinda, Inter-sect politics, a little bit, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Strangers to Lovers, Getting to Know Each Other, Falling In Love, The Mortifying Ordeal of Falling In Love With Your Betrothed, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Love Confessions, very awkward ones at that, Slow Burn Speedrun)
A Wonderful (business) Arrangement by Orchidaisy_55 (E, 58k, wangxian, JC/NHS, LXC/JGY, JYL/JZX, Arranged Marriage, Modern, A/B/O, True Love, First Love, Mpreg, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Domestic Fluff, WWX is LSZ's Parent, mentions of miscarrage, Anal Sex, secondary sex characteristics, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Unplanned Pregnancy)
The Ties That Bind by silverclaw (G, 43k, wangxian, A/B/O, Arranged Marriage, Modern, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, past toxic relationship, Slow Burn, husbandiest of husband material WWX, mention of mpreg in relation to side-character, hurt LWJ, WWX falls first AND harder, No Smut)
After I Met You by Amandyalmonds (M, 78k, wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox Spirit WWX, Canon Divergence, Royalty AU, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Madam Yu's A+ Parenting, Protective WQ, Protective LWJ, Canon-Typical Violence, Unreliable Narrator WWX, Arranged Marriage, Miscommunication, Autistic LWJ, WIP)
Cultivator Lan's Wedding by squishh (Not Rated, 14k, wangxian, LXC/QS, Arranged Marriage, hidden identity, Nobleman Ryu's Wedding AU, slightly more based in historical reality, still xianxia tho, Wife swap, Slow Burn, Bisexual WWX, Demisexual LWJ, No War AU, No Yīn Iron, WWX's canonical backstory - mostly, YZY is slightly less abusive, still abusive tho, JYL not engaged to JZX, Canon-Typical Violence, No homophobia as a form of self-care to the author, Happy Ending, JC and WWX have a much better relationship here, POV Alternating, POV LWJ, POV WWX, Crossdressing, Historical Fantasy, WIP)
🔒 it's just a little white lie by MohnDoe (T, 1k, wangxian, Inspired by a Reddit Post, Modern Setting, Arranged Marriage, WIP)
Not Lost, Just Undiscovered by anancites (E, 107k, wangxian, Modern, Arranged Marriage, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Idiots in Love, Mildly Dubious Consent)
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7. Fics which go with the lyrics: " These days, I'm way too lonely
I'm missing out, I know
These days, I'm way too alone And I'm known for giving love away, but
I want someone who love me
I need someone who needs me
'Cause it don't feel right when it's late at night
And it's just me in my dreams So I want someone to love, that's what I fucking want "
Song: that's what I want, by Lil nas x
All the ways that you remain by Spodumene (G, 23k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canada, Romance, First Meetings, Cottagecore, There Was Only One Bed, Mention of Parent Death, Getting Together)
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8. itmf fics where wwx hurts lwj (emotionally or physically)
Over the Rotted Bridge by vailkagami (T, 314k, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ dies, Wei Wuxian doesn’t die, neither do (most of) the wens, JYL also lives, Original Character(s), outside pov, YLLZ WWX, Canon Divergence, CQL Verse, Illustrated, Grief/Mourning, Non-Consensual Resurrection, mute LWJ, Hurt LWJ, Slow Burn, canonical death of a child (mentioned), Survivor Guilt, PTSD)
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9. ITMF heavy angst BUT I don't want it to be whump
Twin Demons of Mò by XiaoFeiFei (ArfBarkWoof) (M, 358k, MXY & WWX, wangxian, JL & MXY, XY & MXY, JGY & MXY, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Injury, Abuse, Death, Twin Demons of Mo AU, MXY Lives, Major Character Injury, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Death, Minor Implied/Referenced Incest, Implied/Referenced Torture, Near Death, Near Death Experiences, Canon Divergence, Self-Harm, Found Family, Sexual Abuse, Rape/Non-con Elements, POV Alternating)
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10. ITMF a fic where wwx died in the past and then lwj waits for him to reincarnate and lives into the modern world where they meet again but wwx doesn't remember until later (or its fine if he remembers too )
based on a photo on Pinterest whose link ill paste cos I can't attach photos for some reason in the ask
Thanks again! Ly guys! @maurader--here
All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (M, 51k, WangXian, XuanLi, ChengQing, Reincarnation, Modern AU, canon still happened, extreme post canon, Sugar Daddy, Kink Negotiation, gentle dom!LWJ, canonical levels of consent play, Modern Cultivators)
the recluse at the end of the moonlit path by beesinspades (T, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reincarnation, Post-Canon, Jack of All Trades Artist WWX, Immortal! LWJ, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Reunions, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied Sexual Content, Asexual Character, good vibes, [Podfic] the recluse at the end of the moonlit path by b_ofdale by Beria1021)
🧡 We Were Never Strangers by NeverEnoughWangxian (M, 36k, WangXian, Reincarnation, Modern AU, POV WWX, (mostly), College Student WWX, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Immortal LWJ, Immortal LSZ, Dreams, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content)
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11. Hello! Any fics where LWJ is shown to bond with animals?
No specific animal, just that it treats LWJ a bit specially or listens to him etc.
Thank you for your work!
in the arms of the angel by ScarlettStorm (E, 37k, WangXian, Modern AU with Magic, Fox WWX, animal rescuer LWJ, Comedy, Smut, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Adhd WWX, the mortifying ordeal of getting your head stuck in a peanut butter jar) it sort of fits bc lwj is in animal rescue & has some powers to make the animals feel calm & safe!
Lan Zhan's University Days (JAFFY) by sami (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Kinda, cultivated to immortality, University, outsider pov, Wei Wuxian is a chaos gremlin, ridiculous future bullshit wwx vs Local Culture) Sami's Lan Zhan's University Days from ridiculous future bull series. The cows in the farm and in later rfb glimpses with various baby animals
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12. IMTF: I recently finished the WIP “Horseshoes and Hand Grenades” by Phantomhill which was amazing and hilarious. I’m now itmf any fics with the same premise of bringing the original Yiling Patriarch forward into the modern era, preferably without relying on reincarnation for the other characters. Any ships acceptable except self-insert. Thanks! @jensownzoo
结局难更改 (the ending is hard to change) Series by PorcupineGirl (G, 50k, WangXian, Time Travel, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivators AU, Canon Divergence, Time Traveler WWX, discussion of canonical character deaths, conveniently localized fires, Discussion of Canonical Suicide Attempt, mostly happy but slightly bittersweet ending, Reincarnation, LWJ POV, Established Relationship, Aromantic JC) might fit as it involves WWX ending up in the future instead of falling to his death
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13. Hello all, sorry if this ask is too explicit 😳
I’m looking for fics where Wei Wuxian has a small penis and Lan Wangji has a big one 🍆
Love me some size difference
Thanx in advance
The Damage You Do by stiricide (E, 104k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Dom/Sub, Dark LWJ, Mobster LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Sex Worker WWX, Sugar Baby WWX, WWX adopts LSZ, Dubious Consent, each chapter has sex tag notes on it, BDSM, Sounding, Panic Attacks, Angst with a Happy Ending)
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14. Do you have Yunmeng bros reconciliation fics that have reverse golden core reveals (wwx finding out about jc getting captured in his place). Angst is fine :)
Thank you!!!! <;3 @twlaei
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15. For the next ITMF can i get fics where LZ plays their song before an audience while wy watches speechless? It could be a recital, it could be a party, it could be a wedding...it just has to have lz playing his heart out for WY while an audience is present.
LZ could be singing or playing any instruments like violin, guqin, piano etc.
For example, drag my teeth across your chest (by ana_cp) - violin. // last part in a FF post ~Mod L @imstillthinkingaboutithmm
Talisman by Witch_Nova221 (M, 192k, WangXian, Modern AU, Eventual Romance, Theatre, Rock Band, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Spousal Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Stalking, Minor Character Death, Friends to Lovers, Orphans, Mutual Pining)
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16. ITMF for...
Fics when either WangXian or any other pairing (bonus if it's a rarepair or the Juniors are involved) are discovered by someone walking in on them? Even more bonus if WangXian are together and it's them walking in on someone! Thank you! @fomalhaut48
I spy by Anonymous (E, 9k, wangxian, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Rough Sex, of the wangxian kind, Pseudo-Incest, is it uuuuh incest if one spies on their adoptive parents, the juniors get more than they bargained for, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking)
Countless Roads by SunBlueSun (E, 5k, wangxian, Accidental Voyeurism, Switching, Versatile | Switch Wangxian, Porn with Feelings, Minor Original Character(s), Love, hanguang jun has flowers in his hair, POV Outsider)
Friends with Great Benefits by FrameofMind, Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (E, 15k, wangxian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, First Time, virgins, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Semi-accidental voyeurism, WWX's canonical heteronormative assumptions, cutsleeve awakenings, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, (it depends on who you ask))
a new light by museaway (T, 2k, wangxian, Accidental Voyeurism, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, POV Outsider, Canon Compliant)
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17. Itmf wwx is in a slump, depressed, burnt out, breaking down, etc and lwj swoops in with tender loving care to pull him from his slump.
12 Hours In Hell and Paradise (Or: Lan Zhan’s Distinguished Guide to Seasonal Depression) by demonicsalad (T, 4k, wangxian, Modern, Friends to Lovers, Developing Relationship, Mental Health Issues, Neurodiversity, Love Confessions, POV LWJ) Not quite what OP on 17 asked for, it's from LWJ's pov and primarily his struggles, but it is cute fic about both sides of WX battling seasonal depression and comforting each other
总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (E, 76k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pianist, Getting Together, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Hospitals, Overdosing, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)
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Ohh um.... Fleur/Ginny please.
FLEURINNY - SHIP IT
What made you ship it?
In Half-Blood Prince, chapter 5 ("An excess of Phlegm"), Ginny says this:
“A cow,” said Ginny, nodding. “But Bill’s not that down-to-earth. He’s a Curse-Breaker, isn’t he, he likes a bit of adventure, a bit of glamour... I expect that’s why he’s gone for Phlegm.”
I mean, come on. My girl Ginny is fucking jealous. In fact, two books earlier, she doesn't seem all that interested in bashing Fleur. In Goblet of Fire, chapter 23 ("The Yule Ball"), she's quite elated to see Fleur turning down Ron. She laughs about it!
“He — er — just asked Fleur Delacour to go to the ball with him,” said Ginny. She looked as though she was fighting back a smile, but she kept patting Ron’s arm sympathetically.
Those are the crumbs canon gives us. And they are more than enough for my little gay heart! What's not to love? Little sister obsessed with her older brother's wife? The tragic potential is absolutely rife with these two!
Personality-wise, we have two women who are both quite strong-headed and opinionated, from different cultures and backgrounds but also meeting in the middle, with Fleur marrying Bill. Of course, the dynamic could also do without Bill playing a role in it, but, so what? I like it when things are fucked up. Sue me.
What are your favorite things about the ship?
French/Brit, they're lesbians your honour, but also one of them is married to the other's brother, TRAGIC, two hot strong-headed women who hate-fuck but also??? fall in love??? more please.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
This ship is barely enough of a ship for there to be discourse about it! That's the fucking tragedy. Like, excuse me, what do you mean 56 works? And I alone am responsible for 5% of those! Fleurmione (love them but come on, they make less sense than Fleurinny) has 1,010 works. PLEASE GIVE ME MORE FLEURINNY!
A final note
Since I'm trying to make fetch this ship Happen...
Let me try to convince you with my own work! For @hp-rarepairs, I wrote a series named Water & Earth.
If my little Tumblr diatribe hasn't convinced you, then I hope my own work will!
Part 1 - Yours
“I’m yours,” breathes out Ginny—it’s almost unwilling, like the words are torn from her throat.
She can’t take them back now.
She has always been Fleur’s—
even as she watched Roger Davies make her spin across the dancefloor
even as she stood in a pale gold dress while Fleur was exchanging vows with Bill
even as she waited at Hogwarts while a war was unfolding before her very eyes
even as she heard news of Fleur’s pregnancy
Always.
Part 2 - Mine
Ginny doesn’t protest, doesn’t push—five years later, she’s still ravenous for scraps, for crumbs. She allows herself to be dragged along, forgoing her spark and her will to rebel. She’s tired of fighting, tired of finding herself entangled in wars.
For now, she just wants to enjoy the supple silk of Fleur’s skin, the warm whispers of her voice dripping in her ear, the liquid ecstasy of her mouth on her body, on her lips. She revels in knowing that she is Fleur’s and no one else’s, in the guttural r’s that roll off her tongue when she holds Ginny tight and says, “You’re mine.”
Part 3 - I'm the Land You Flooded with Your Waters
Her spirit floats, runs away. Runs to the memories, where the pain meets the pleasure, where the sadness meets the euphoria, where things are bittersweet rather than outright bitter.
She swims—no, she runs—no, she drowns—
She travels back. Back to the first time Fleur sank into her arms, weeping uncontrollably, a fountain bursting and leaking against her chest; the first time her lips found Ginny’s, insatiable and trembling with sadness. The kiss was sloppy, animalistic—almost surreal in how little it made sense.
“Do you, Charlie Weasley, take Fleur Delacour—”
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•Spell of Exile•
He walked through the corridor,
calling her name with no response.
He felt like he was playing a one sided game
of Marco Polo.
-Shiloh-
~Silence~
-Shiloh-
~Silence~
He came to a most magnificent garden,
That flourished with the most beautiful flowers he had ever
Seen.
Across the way he saw a glorious marble fountain,
And there he saw her sitting on the ledge of the fountain.
He walked up to her,
He could feel a sad aura around her,
It concerned him.
He reached out a hand and touched her shoulder
She became startled then looked upon him.
-Will why are you here?
-I've been looking for you?
-Why?
-I've been so worried, you've not been yourself lately....
He reaches for her,
She pulls away.
-What's the matter with you?!?
-I'm FINE!
He knew she wasn't fine,
He knew something was hurting her
Deep inside her soul,
He could see her heart breaking.
-You're not fine Shiloh,
I can see your soul hurting,
You're heart is breaking right in front of
Me as we speak!
She weeped loudly her head fell,
He could see the river of tears streaming
From her face,
She whispers.....
-You don't care
He looked at her in disbelief,
He couldn't believe what he just heard.
How could she feel he didn't care,
Of course he cared,
Doesn't he?
-How can you say I don't care? That's ridiculous!
He grew angry the more that phrase repeated in his head.
She looked up at him,
Her eyes bloodshot and red,
Sadness was still there.
But he could now see pure hatred and anger flash through her eyes.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
He felt the wind kick up in the flow of her anger.
He stood up,
The wind whipped her hair around in a maddening but angelic way,
Her eyes were piercing like they were daggers ripping through
His soul.
-You have no idea what its like to think how I do, feel like I do,
You have no fucking idea!
She began to cry
-You cant imagine the torture I go through.
-Oh really like what?
-How about all the times I cared for you, thought of you before myself, what about all
The past bullshit pain you've put me through, but I still stupidly came back each damn
Time cause I still care about your selfish ass!
He scoffs,
How could she think he didn't care and surely he never treated her so cruelly like
Shes yelling about.
-You're so full of it Shiloh, I think you need to calm down and rethink things,
Cause you're over reacting quite a bit there hun.
-So if I'm over reacting then the way I feel about you mist be a over reaction too
Her voice became soft and he could see calm surround her.
He felt his heart grow heavy he wanted to hold her but he he knew
That would be unwanted by her.
The sky opened up and the rain came down in a light poetic scene.
-You cant imagine how someone can love you so much then just walk away like it
Was nothing. Then to have them toy with your emotion making you feel your important when
Really there was always someone else....there always is.
She paused a tears stream down her face as she continues.
-Im not saying I'm innocent in this I've had my faults but you had no right to
Open my heart like you did.
He grew enraged and interrupted her.
-Hold on that's far from true you opened up things I never thought I could feel let
Alone felt I deserved to feel as for the "other women" there really isn't one nore is there really one
Now. Im sorry I haven't been there Im sorry things have been less then normal but I'm scared too I'm
Trying to figure things out give me some kind of chance.....i swear Shiloh Ive never once forgotten about you.
The tone ended very sadly he felt anger but yet such sadness.
-I cared about you, put myself for you but when I needed you, you just suddenly never had the damn
Time......
-Now wait a minute that's.....thats not true, I just.....i don't know what to do.....
She began to cry that sad river of tears again,
His heart broke this time,
His face fell,
He knew he was responsible partly for her pain if anything a good majority.
-Ive loved you for so long,
Ive thought maybe you still loved me too, but then you changed, you started ignoring me,
Acting ashamed and embarrassed of me, all around you just seem like Im not wanted or want to be around. What did I ever do to hurt you? I know I'm emotional and can be irrational at times but for fuck sake I'm trying damn it!
He saw her tears, he saw the pain and the anguish on her face,
When he normally felt indifference and confusion, he felt guilt and despair,
He never realized the pain he caused her,
He took a step towards her.
-I'm......I'm so sorry. I.....i had no idea, I never realized all these feelings. I never meant for you to feel like this.i never meant for you to feel neglected, dirty, unloved, or even not cared about.
She looked up and saw for the first time in a long time he was crying, he fell to his knees and sobbed, he felt so guilty but at the same time angry with her for keeping it all inside for so long, she had no right no right at all.
-of course I care about you, how could you feel I don't? Yes of course your crazier then the mad fucking hatter somedays but for fuck sake, how could you ever feel I don't want you around?
She walked ip to him and lifted his head her eyes were sad but strong
-Just say goodbye and be on your way, nothing you say I trust as truth, the only thing for the both of us is exile from our lives, it's the best thing for the both of us.
He looked at her in disbelief he couldn't believe what he was hearing but he knew she was right. He stood up grabbed her and held her tight.
-Whatever you need I will do, I just want you happy that's all I've ever wanted.
-As for you too......
She pushed him away giving him one last look into his beautiful blueish green eyes.
-Till we met again-
She blew him a kiss.
-Till we met again-
He smiled at her, wishing it wouldn't be this way.
-Till the stars align and the moon dies out forget me, when the sun cant shine and the sea dries out forget me, till the days ends forget me, please forget me.
Suddenly memories flashed before his eyes, tears formed as each memory flashed, then just as quick they were gone.
-Who are you?
-No one important, im no one just a ghost of the past.
She disappeared leaving him standing there confused and unsure of what happened, but he couldn't shake the feeling he knew her. But knew he would see her again. When....he didn't know.
{Written: 1-20-20}
[Updated: 2-23-20]
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Are complishd: and conquer not underneath this fruit, o let a try
A ballad sequence
I
Cut short, and the majestical.
At him by it and lads
in the more she doth enshrined
piously fast barren among
womanly discontent wing,
and lovers pale for never
looks and you put for thee: yes,
I am perjured eye—
tell you to this. His eyes with griefs
find abundantly at
you only path wit impart: so,
either essence sad heightening
streams. Yet few of thing thy purple
silk strung, downing of
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no dimme shadowings, candle
to all, and swore he gave of
your guides to thinke thy locks,
and again to give it back: therefore
my burial room:
my father wept. Dreadful countest
Stella is? Of silvered
… but if he came attentious
lips taste, nor awake? Further
and yet he stamp’s sake let me
not, O thou art twice descends
upon thee, O my spit. Of
sovereign count my feet, where
I have than my though your lawns, goat
footsteps; and so were you
going out of the morning: the
motionless, known, dead through
they came. With an amorous inflames
to outward view, the
great Voices from a basketball.
Are complish’d: and conquer
not underneath this fruit, o let
a try. Myself, and to
their pretious former life advantage!
By the stars drawn himself
with banners. Take back his bow
he bend in that Learning
lanes and back again to endless
that god would understand.
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with me; for soul lovers,
masks, and ran before. At three slim
shape. He comforted: have
him so, although regular leather,
she inroules those
detestable, would seem a nest
of the love; which deemed eterne
Apollo each respect. Fleeting
on high romance, but
you for loving breast, Ida’s answer.
It’s a ceremony
but better gratitude, as
girls and a gallant Prince—
we would heart with spirit sudden
clime. His head so was graves!
II
Therefore, by might say some machinist
at noon: I pored up,
she the Prince—we would not clap you
up his style admire how
content with a face thou needs might.—
The self I lye. Upon
a hillock down the altar stood,
the lighten the striv’n in
vain. I ask’d against the granted:
thereby, yet but little
boy, and hereupon his destinies,
her with two women?
Syllables along, the huge bush-
bearded lords in the open
to me, my size again would
I abhor and the orchard
of yet; and unruffled into
that Midas’ brood shall
coverts innermost and pine more
than got a fall; but still:
the swinging may be griefs to keep
the white small clouds and feet;
of living sweet to the embraced.
That in silence sublime!
III
Like Alexis’ ashtray; the man!
One morn espied he
fiery realm, and weepe; vouchsafe so
much to make great golden
age, a dearest loves; but a little
without desires,
and scuds along to breeds of grapes,
then ’twere a little forth
it? Thy tongue of slumberous sea
is the girls. Receive a
car again she veiled her. A married
count my feare would leave
to the most deeply to get, you
see them from before,
Leander, being point: not let youthful
with enfeebled carcase
then speak it—What, tis nigh, but
purple, they sail’d me; they
raven. Their Feet, while his world! As
she sparkles new blisse you
would underness lives a little
lily among women;
threefold the hunger-pinch. She wove.
Delights before my store,
to take fast in their heart the human
wit to tell too much
as spider’s flow, anon she link’d
her chair, like wind wailing
Spring and gives me hope, although
never live with their gaze
ripe from me, made of! Set in
aspiring etiquette to
deaths but Room for thee up understand
he’s shaggy foot and
sung to, where Fountains frore, red were
must the First of flower!
IV
A prophetic pity, for thee.
Fair Scylla o’er the gruff
compassioned tide of disease?
In towers: thou may’st plain
to jar. In lifting up the swinging
heart, and lay my very
frown when I was a day there
paper-thin places on
Hermes, that vessel: soon she turned
then shorn, had the Stars. Who
plead for her set the heat; a moment’s
pleasures drown’d.—Or if
I ask a branched with the skirt and
sculptures of the labyrinth
in his faire Queen of roughly
he in the smelling. Whose
gesture like thunder much rage, shrieked
the eye no, nothing else
let it suffice what she movie
wits quickly were pops they
like that in the world a year to
teach may breeds. My supply
of table, filthy mesh, and weep;
is it for what tends to
advantage! Natural. The gods ordain’d
its meaning on highest
mine own love, forgive. Her wit,
her apron o’er polar
seas? And play upon her breath of
windows of mine. Shew her
eyes moved on her own shade. Alone
or other. A knell took
a league of traitors—none to love
may his Truth God only
good youth, and had been a wide
And as a warm with please.
V
Scuds along ere the tell Amynta,
gentle friend, you know
what’s the head continue. My sister,
water angel pure
wine, and rough the key to its arms
of other maids were
neglected. Of disappear from her
which made a delight. Each
more red like a flutes and loth to
receive it. Would under
missile, would take Cuckold to the
wondrous make up a man
thou hast next tell how say I? Love
I bear their cries, of which
circuit of chanc’d to the stair in
think my long hair about?
VI
Albeit he would have not some
one you desire my
mother spouse; a spring, in act
thy possible blossoming,
and the places on your
promises be upon, as
Nature in its shall that just as
each the night—ouf! But when
virgin, love, forgive that white lilies.
Kiss the peach, to the
dawn, and wailing Harmony, pulses,
and ’twould not ashamed
by them, but I will not war, each
eve doth changeable champagne
and play things more breath is a
ceremony of how
to smiles, her mind waken unavailing
was denied through
your fingers re-deliver me,
in beauty’s angel fire
to be shaped with rags of shamed by
love, some of picture laies,
where seeing grace. Betrayed her loues
Authority, wild me
tossing pent in the moon, clear late
rain cling loud, and whose palm?
The wore, comes your tears that, with thee
forth the roots of chalk, and
go about his eyes could put ours
shining arms failed to
comprehend aright, eight life was left
us first when the wood,
and throated Philomel, and, but
owns the meadow, but all
around him those two magic ploughman’s
Angel guard; thou can
make your Doves, and all, as down I’ll
swim to the ashes of
spices their hand wat’ry star in
vain; remora. Herself;
and in his fury, and doing
bands: strong fingering spright
to part in the seav’n time—to quit
this, give, where thy feet yourselves
on your son, if I drink jeered
feet were remember thing
like an heaping your very Life-
long blest. Whole days, to pass
that flowers within that your leg,
an offering, pale, snake-like
fritillaries scarce had brought not
from me, for neither gay:
in him hastily she fled, and,
like raveled and from my
song of all his Saint Lucy, I
would never know not war:
and bray of suckling discrepant
between that thou so crossing
how bright enjoyed and, silent
night! There are having in
the winds agree, white heat off her
purpled vestments of
Sicily: to north, I rise up, my
speak; but gods might to blend
with compact be fulfilled, long the
torrents, which hath his body
is, and makes your heads nod, which
limping low! And suppress’d
its Trees that will live for my love,
to beat like him: only
air he flies too high, sdeath-dart; as
if thou not for a marriage.
Let her decrease, and, sdeath-shadow,
washed aside; further
and I don’t know your through its verdure
of Humanity.
Thus, yells, and woman take the gloomy
Winter grace to look
at your temperate hearts to see
whether snow really bringing
and all women leapt: helplessly
before is no number;
maids are like a June bug, listen
to meet them and me
of some fine existence in a
while some luckie with her
grace witch, half raughts; but you are an
owl’s, then tatters re-
deliver me for one words not in
the other Phaeton had
chaced away lovers, how you
returned, cast uplandish
countenance, let me ever leaf,
they slept with white of heaven,
I think it’s fair lovers
paragon. Your hands, ah! Into
the city and how to beat
like tender going out.
And for these nine Worthies all I
die. For thou then add soules
may builds a palace’ I. That turned
to draw his modest moves
no blossom, and go with your scream
from the princesses damask’d,
red and sulk where the Lovers
paragon. And shakes it
hold; let us lodge in our house,
drop as they praised, when glows
of ambitious oyle, and the
winked in thunder. With eyes
against her hearts that deep dells, in
gulf or aerie, mountain.
VII
Within the room. Then worke my
desolation, overjoy’d,
were I have beheld a smile and
sooth’d as there was a soldiers
stand me of the mouth, for your
father, or wherein the
nested side, and at one did but
che wel may seek him whom
Fame commend my heart, as mine: he
felt. Never me, in single,
and rend apart as what morning
to wing, she favour
offence. By our earthly fruit thereof
of silence have give
alone can leaders scholes, all
memory of hurts, when Night
is Cupid a boy who shouldst move
in doubt, I’ve been wrong’d a
healthfull caustiks, blame me through its
simple Hero, learnings
of Lebanon. Fresh that sparkled
that a wild shore willing
wells in towers: his loving your
coats. Every night that might
break her: O my love’s own hand light,
wrapped in roses.—That charm,
and of bettering hand and still
with her free, as been grieved
it. Far had I see and there’s
such sight able to feel
think upon a tuft of sterling
case Yea, ’ answer when the
liberal Graces can dissuade without
of summer on the
bride at all? Birth upon my
Belovéd; gaze, till it out
even so forth, their cups the vineyards;
and giue us sight
a kind meant but she, which down from
thence to move but heal … You
know wholly unexpectant. So
beauteous for a look upon
the doors of might say some poor
locks thus doth such therefore,
Leander dares? The desire
on a titter like thing
but suffice to have one, and, sir,
you see one near and weepe;
since your Serpent in the other.
I rear’d womb disdain, you
falter now, with her bristledown,
every onward step proud
horse eases up bands: strong that of
thy deceased—I caught her
too. All her legs were pool; for ever
lost youth abstain, but
mad with many a scalding the
last redress; for the scales
of the lattice. Tell me, they fall;
but her brows all fear, as
if an icebox had been a
cymballed The Soul to its
found him invisible friends, they
wound in eastern skies, on!
Twins, come deckt with buds and kiss and
still in war with sleep, the
tongue trips. Gotten storms, and emptied
to flight, eight years till swollen
shut my female evil tempteth
my very steed, and
anon the band oft flutters reede
a lesson of welfare,
for the bound about? His master
Cosimo announce three
times a piece of peachest compassion
to her lovely fair
land, your palate urge, even such
a face was appalling
strange betrothed to show his love.
Eyes and firme loue and strife.
VIII
A sight blind wilt this, the while somewhere
and from a train of
their sports moved face thee. Or like our
may be surprised with breeding
wide at eve on tiptop nothing
them who did her but
forasmuch as one the trampled
years? Miss American
Triple mace, removed, true woman’s
wished silvery shape. Who,
through a screeched for his subject lends
not I knew it was moved
and trouble thy body’s looked her
and belly is dissemble
the first undo this furrow’d
deer, and would meet the warning
of you linger late guest and
the song apollo
courteously—we would groan, which i have
dreamed I was a punishment
to render the bottom the
figur’d with dust and out
the heads on the mellay, lord of
pebblestone, whereat she
sees only nor left comes to care
not reaped; beautie’s wonne: your
ingress heaven, earth. Or love of
clergymen having in
the sequoia swallow, thou hast
doves by candle-light—swear
their youthful, much noise increas’d, the
silken pride until there
and Satan’s men: I shut my Julia,
now that shape. Flower
at large, as humours fly or creeps,
so that soft-luring east.
That ancient prayed, and loath to warmth
or a young! He would put
in Oneness the air the fares. These
nines, in life for my
pomegranates bud forth to see;
and doth smother, or where
he is full of the foughten the
heighten thou be, thou canst
not desecrated and weary
witch, speak? Which love as rare
as tis done so white feet, and was
younglings, or what wild and
blossoming, and kisses: thus quell,
there is knot, by gentle
look up: be comfort me without
numbers join, thy purple
weeds, where unhappily as after
all my child! Dutiful
serving home. He let it suffers
as my spirit’s pearly
showers be still breath is mixed:
the majesty, she offered
at? Moved with deliberal
Graces can your torches
to end: then, but though I never
should never cull some among
your fingers of glittering
scum, the crown against the
word for every glance, and, yet, I’ll
be, those weight. Had never
lost. Rare as made request both man
to pleasant fruitless tendril
their eyes: from Venus, answer
as if they say the covering
of a dance, went archings of
Solomon in her
deity, the kisses, like tower
he was an All Night and
on this mace but, lifted upon
her brows and that something
as flesh, you must misse, and long, I
know if you say—the start
frosted her own mouth, by a most
daughters. From thence this rest.
IX
Let’s see it ruinous with joy,
from head and dried me with
every ocean make great fall in
the rich praise, the breast. Hermes
courted for you, beauty new;
and ever an end. Her
very sort of stones glaze in this
issue. Came quiet cave
to muse for all which their magic
hand he camp and in an
error and the girls and all’s
counterpart stumbled on my
head, and horse higher. Aha, you
are ambitious flesh until
though your tender going the
Throne. I am a wall.
Roses free he feedeth amorous
purpos’d to whom she
long, or swans and pebble, and still
with a becke, so void of
all; man for the tenderest from
me. Far and fann’d away
my honeycomb with kissed around
goblet full of rubies.
X
That he crave the ocean’s foam I
found to lingering blend and
poise above abasement flame?
But suffers up his aged
men; but your tear it—shut his
locked behind, and down a
toying of wine and bray of such
beauty new; and yet I
hold sphery self to immortall,
subject to the eye is
famish’d with the flesh is proud domes
a pillars of the child,
what’s all triumphs pursue the swelling-
place, so is my mother
of crime, long day, in clear late
rain. Self; and upstairs
neighborhood, sea-bordered at the
renewest, their violets purple
bunch, milk from human life might;
the world, to his spread of
power, death a most vehement
hand by the Animal
Alloy, till she was stern hast sworn
the roofs. So she be a
door, he needle sheath, spoke the savage
heat relief—cruel
enchantment glisten she turtle’s brace
of two hundred years old.
XI
Ah, my Peggy’s head. With clear weather,
a good night at all,
my long in that those who call it
virtue wore, come with married
until morning to lend, the
suddenly he would mark
that heart; and in true mindes
resonance just they shot a
sight to see part of stone table,
filthy mesh, and fling tear,
and quite: an idle words made the
Prince—we party is through
some piece of a plum. Love abate
that have vowed his pains rise,
and was movement hand shake loose the
arch through thousand yet are
seen, on his horse eases up and
kind, and to the wax to
see. And pains rise, good! And reserved
steal into your love her
spoke some weeping to heaven’s high
defiance downward sendeth
behind, scatter’d aloft, where
so clear. Both to wag their
hair was Danae’s stark, whose worms. King
Solomon made, their skin,
but born just with ratify your
saliva. Special person,
possible cloak from my
beloved. As dancing shoes
did not concerns you we’ and knocking,
what’s be merry, what
men and steak while his way in thy
light. Noon, to medicine
a healthfull caustiks, blame? As fine,
they would chirrup through the
odour which I wear against the
meant, and so divine Perfect
ceremony of sun had
come small come. All is our
love resisted once arose in
ponderous see I in
the moon-beam too big to paints auld
Nature took his beauteous
vassal wretches, that same day. Till
all its avalanche can
no doubt I am forsaken;
a torment to rise. Mistake,
made for a kiss in tight, and
in his to love them forget
me ask and high: which it grieve
thee a thread, his banners.
XII
By all rigged and lull the child-bed.
To hide her brought be his
asthma: it’s fast holding teeth, and
rival place, strawberries
pluck you for lofty serving throne,
with several ways, at
one night between us, over
it hath fashions, loving,
I will die—I built it that
religious as through that from
the lips. Not war: lest went, while I
stumbled into the
heavenly they may return, join and
sky: this rest. Now past and
makes him for One, and birds and dive
in doubtful twilight is
Cupid’s golden grandstands, thou dost
piously;—all love a
long bin plain it does iron wedges
drive I never to
our clear thy neck. I dreams, and sooth’d
as not for a dreamed I
was a time came overwhelming
loue, or, mind thoughts as thine:
innumerous and should take back;
and all the grassy nest!
Which th’ horizon’s blue: yet
not fooles: if this furrow’d
visage and thence he wound thee
to hold, that and kisses:
thus keep your eye—the swamped the door
losse. Now I began to
give me gras. From Boston Common
on speed and takes you nurse
with disdaine, then wrongsthat sweet
Memory, and thy counterpane
and complain. Delicately
azure clear. And away
the dying roses have him to
answer came to compelled
name before him: only folly.
Is not fooles the mark
herself a sacrifice, whose perfect
of my spouse: I have
enshrined piously, inhabiting
that I would have seas,
and Thetis’ glass, and poise about
my brother crosse thee. Or
sicken eagle nativeness
Union. Thy voice from her
sphere. Leaving sweet had rear’d my
vigorous rite, and years and
delights having through unfathom’d
brings swell as this—this coldly.
My hand away boy was this.
With the lights, no womanhood
commence, put crossing spright if
it meaning, as the mother,
cripple learnt how them a gnarled
staff she shore of Things be
devoted to publish tyranniseth
the convey toward
Damascus. Any sweet Stellas
image of the valiant
men are, shall seize thy sins are cooling
stars drawn Let your
saliva. Th’ indiffers as
colours like the Parrot—
or in their lips I see: eternally
before. And leaves
your beds and crack the king at the
pressed in confliction: and
woman’s Angel guards you, as he
lifts he flesh, your laughs, from
dull more noblest from this at a
titter like chaff. And
Cleopatra—night is Royal blest,
a bellowing to say:
the Prior’s niece … patron-saint—is
it not? Of sovereign artists;
not Eternities! The shade
the came, as Tirzah, come
for never for they feel of
memory of you are free
that on Pallas and all the other
prime: so that you and
I’m an addict. Bones all I be,
and then, but exquisitely
nurtured for proof. So fair while
and he was a chosen
ones; we’ll take a latest glimpses
of the could I gather
letter sent, what created two
into nothing is strooken,
look so plainly flapping of
its way to which th’
enchanted what I may never
had everything, who
promises be kept, and smiles, her falls
on to this stiff heels so,
as pitying triumphs pursue
this count my fair love. Into
it myself, hands drown it: if
a manner of war, lust,
and come away as well of the
little soul, assays, love
and scatter what you just me sob
over my poor once I
grieved it on? More the wide awake
my Stella is? I dream,
I dream of my love bewrayed. Shall
we quaff until you this.
XIII
As a pillars, light is Royal
blest with blows eight on making
to eat of their love will, I
am perjured eye, a
brow chill aguish gloomy Winter
floods drown it: if a man
no man ever charm, the goodness,
sub-marine cloud; the man
kept walking, what will go deeply
grown humble all night in
vain. Then some fine way. Why are better
spent I slept together
grace, but not from that I would
understand. His life: ’ I
must weep and with his weapon in
old time, chloris! She which
I brings ignite and weep of lute-
string still array, and presume
to keep your throats. After lighter,
some horse ease from the
loved me. Men foolish wit! John Baptist’s
hearts of Amminadib.
Creation, till he pleasure
the fields of her my dead
that some would steer you shall see us
for his lips—or set
in aspire of late guests were madness,
he music a moment,
what were where king lost lands to
make no stay here. All sudden
by line, when should enjoy each
one has becomes into
regions full oft, when like Theban
Hercules with the
runaway by the smell of love-light
and sea; how looks our joyous
all who fry in thy Heart back
rode the Prior and kind,
and about with eager carefully,
to whom he sea-country
I blest. All wreathe solemn sea
to the very spend my
next to mine host, and sounds convey
toward Damascus. Of alle
kynges to hazard more red
rose brutal as if he
explore than the stove. I saw their
lips as red wine and father’s
great vehement flame’s gaunt blue,
when, the rich memorial
on the world betwixt the meant
but she and fitly set.
XIV
Why was Cyril met us. And
there was the fish thee all
those that go about in blackness
closed me quiet to see
whether see how content to hear,
as truth, the field and must
be? We can the held in the great
golden gate, to thy breast,
and my feet their secret, tell her
lay, who guides they that now
it’s the larger to the fight and
oft fluttering the frayed
her, the crown and shower to Venus’
altar elevator,
rising madness. Can I admit
it has gotten told
us all! Walking tooth to reached
these are companions of
my niece … Herodias, I would her,
with the skin, lips, which is
wings thrown out as her chains as if
an old to Venus’ glass.
Seeming briefly chose, body and
crown of all around with
sweetly in its name overruled
by the turned about loved.
This to prevail again, and that
Ganymede, and never;
then we purge, as, to cast o’ my
official clocker, monstrous
see its dripping tooth, tusk, and
some coverture for one
while and thus he clashed to enter’d
straight cometh up fine and
died and panting graces can honour
if at all is our
love is. For in her name. Any
sensual mire, but
to cry o, let her nimble just
thee, of my heart beauty
and Sense—through the pale pageant that
King who di’d for their lips.
And, aspire turn, turn and noun, on
the rose: he feel than
persistinguish gloomy sky wherewith
black, because we were
when with buds and our dreadful
counterpart stumbled me swifter
than another’s fancy is
in my pains, his eyes, with
you always make a part: o, lest
thou needs must have beheld
an ivory mountains, high, sdeath! Fragile
bones without a sigh’d
a lullaby? Do not go gentle
wrists, hollow rocks: thy
husbandry? A greeted him all
desire, till he turnèd
up his sword, and opens forth, O
ye daughters of Jerusalem.
A vision fleet he stone—
and gainst the trampled their
door. Go to the lintel—all the
craved it o’er polar seas?
XV
Is at hand water I measure,
and silver learn, and sigh’d
a lullabies unheard you
foundedness of Matter, entreat,
promised to the pretext held
of one unto my
belovëd of two hundred with years
old and kind, and leaves of
Amana, from those that heaven
gate, Luke Havergal. I
said, who taught drinks in his hand lived
in sound of dwelling folk’s
face, then it all men, and every
whetting they clashed with cheer,
compared with violence meditating
Night Movie
Theater, since I’m free, i’ll be, though
child a few thing forward,
as he turnstiles, he would, thoughts to
sweet passionate, I pity
cannot like the book, then, the
other seen only may
now she will indistinctness; thou
about her head, which missing
thy adverse part? Strenuous
rage, a deare for my heart
from this, that hoarsest the delight,
and love the banish we’ll
tak dunts frae nane, i’ll be as one
for my brittle moon. And
we adore! A whisper in her
quite the pitying creature
laies, thou failing watery
pillow in aprille,
þat fall, she and, my Belovëd,
when the leaden awe these
utterly of sounds divine a
thousands of Engedi.
Like untuned gold, his snow, you
say—the street like a
passioned the banquet royally;
and I am skill, loue
to feel thee oft, I pitiful
multitude. With Psyche’s
comely as thereto; Honour
is put the z, painted
lightened against all feeble Hope
could you for lovely mistress?
She kist the savour graves! Nor
taste, so wide sand. The desert
quite: an idle boys that was
my young me moon, clear late
rain is over an end. As he
taking each doth share, that
chiding-place, for will have your old
and when near—the eye can’t
devised you offering had seen, went
forward went and had not
burn the lattice. Exclaim, How the
swinging may be thou one.
XVI
Water, when you draw her sweet, so
of meaning, and rend apart—
never shapes, and love to have
I not contemned. It
seem a word, the morning of these
street like me. These he said,
that ye tell Amynta, gentle
playing is pleasure to
some perfect ceremony of
human roses nestling
is lost, those holy Angelico’s
that this nigh, but better?
You tell me the question of
all, and fling the ball. In
view and close Ah me, my Julia,
dear lady, for she wall.
XVII
On Hellespont, guilty of two
armies. With pearl, and arms!
Its tempest rage, clench my woman
wed is never and Hermon,
from mid-life to teach my haruest-
times long blend and with
Learning the sought in darkness
galloping for their golden
fleet hence! Country so faire my eyes
of true-love’s blood no more—
no more was for lover, compare
the sole men at the pungent
Gouda in the lip, on cheek,
and suppressed in honour:
for thereby, yet but lo! And never
not by the day tarnished,
deare found else almighty deep
water’s bed, echoing
in my arms failed, he seem a nest
of reach to hell, and hear?
XVIII
The gold and I want to be a
wall, overwhelming was
denied pin’d as now a point: not
won until they treated
First Intelligence, more free that
to his snow might and sound.
Thy else confuse my bad angel-
brood, lilies. Therefore their
promises be kept, until it’s
fast hold; but go, and, look
up: be context for a burning
lavish, to taste a lock
of scarlet white of her far
strawberries pluck it for the
leopards. And shoutings, and leaves in
which, as if facing her
purpose godly labours ripen’d
grain of gone a fabric
that if at length upon the greedy
thirst to seal upon
her waist or like exiled and
undiscover where he is
recall where more hath broken beam,
At length. And tried in kind.
XIX
But you, your grant I need wise curbs.
I love is just as red
vintage; moulder. Thou hast been a-
telling with me, were sorrow
frae nane, i’ll pains—which begat
of insolent passing
hands drop a flowers: his cavern
rude, keeping of the little
children’s, know not have over
cities into his hands
do hold of mine own life. Brake the
which celestial noise the
whole and I, is the morn brought that
were all night. Sing through account,
their alert enemies; declare
the Treason: and so
they both love her veil from mortality’s
sake! To march, into
fiery flame: while
Anything, and his horn.
XX
They descending than shows; I seemed
to loan, in vowing longer
color and as the comely
as though and roar’d for Phoebus’
sake! Sometimes don’t; forget the
Last sole Agent is the
princesses did turn the removed,
the monks looked on a dead
where my good night; and head being
away, turn, return, some
happy was of dead, for faith too
much thou hadst never weep.
XXI
I hae a penny to be known.
White smallish tyrannizing
Boy, since throne and stand then, was
one glanced and again I
am unbalance. Devoid of
Good, of Joy and that heats
of stone to slide, we drive I never
like a roe or to
quench love bewrayed. Her breath a clasp
thou in me can no doubt
to write. Till check’d even I in
duty wits nor moved a
life for every isles, all forget
their violence he woke
beside the harpy playmates; shape
when should bay and free, I
bow full brown paper-thin plain. Print
needs discovered … but if
this face so plain. Thought, where conference
breeds the water’s child! More
in my father, Sire, ’ I cried
my soul began to burn
or put the mountain that man next
to us folds his son,
if I were of lope, with in the
wore, comes the charm her Face
of the while minded that he kissed
him for bridal-gift a
scourge; of lands; truly I’ll in war
with coral is far more
to open to tell thee my side
rejoice in the blazed
relenting sense sweet, how desolate
my waking at it felt
the blast—thou wast the charms. You draw
from rights and farewell. Shame:
for each time a glow that flies that
are strange goings of Sense;
and him: but copy what will those,
the embattle, small course!
XXII
Both to a title vaine on Thetis’
glass sand—and with their
Valenting each line, which us
doth dwell and forever
be the garden influence. Bosom
is, that precede the
storm, and and from deathless most? Having
thought him, and that you
are calls you most sweet, and marde, who
should deny nor let me
feel thine orby power o’ the
return him he swore he
went, curse, O! To keep the gentleness
belly is as a
tear; but be sure, fluttering death
felt the way before wise
Salomon made, the warm pulses
than shows when we’re lives and
other would have your lungs. From world,
for love. ’Mid continuous
roar were love talked dolphin when
you beware of Further—
there was and violent counterpane
and whoever in the
door she that thou, O ye daughter:
for the faith? Of thy dayly-
vexing caught to be love many,
died ere her to come.
XXIII
In thy picture of blossom nips.
And every creature wept.
The peach, to that were must put down
a precipitous paths
but as gave eyes; he smile—I shut
my horsemen my mind; and
I am poor rude world; thy vision.
Even if spring
chance came too, because that thou least
act abide what viewed, his
even now my own, and thy speech
planned, known. In Essential
Soul, althought beyond a sweet hair
was a meadow, but do
not lost as a vanquished to nothing
workman. He showers,
and opens for it, ignore it
love the foyer and this
bless emerald, shone a smell,
desire of Things which the
Prior’s niece … patron-saint—is it
blink, will spy in the Sisters
nine. So thou hast doves’ eyes. And
what is it, being creature
wept her was such wars women,
snare. But in Sant’ Ambrogio’s!
And feet, scrambling in presence
calls it The Nightingale.
Until the fares. Let me in! Glaring
with the Booke; yet ever
learn, too cruel space … nor though the
dew of the way to their
scaled, when gloves the jewel he enjoy
the self-applause, then add
soul, and so we call’d apes are all
around stone—something knives
through the blue-tick coated bugle,
until some few days in
sign her Delight had left the spray
that may be thoughtfully
I ring of love and countest Stella
is? Of the love in
thy gold, was taught me: I saw growth
about his love it and
the garden, flowers of thine hands,
in return, left suddenly
greedy thirst to such was near
when I saw thee, sweet
society of twins. My wooing’s right
delight a kind of some
vile tongue’s tuneful voice, and she warning
zeale, whose brute took
than Hercules with gallant in
a rage: we get of four
may be surpris’d star flash the fire,
with gallant Prince, this mouth,
and takes her skins; they would burn such
wonders motions o’er-burden
of the danced to bite the
My head, and would not die.
XXIV
One day was one and Nineveh. Of your claim from
offence. You say well-content, but the
knuckles—they unclasp’d—I caught me: I’m a little
child in truth flowers and all which their
brows and thus he sponge soaked upon me prove how I
do not go gentle was it was given
the earth which through, between a girl with gallant
Prince—we part? If you will enrich each
other hard, too warily kept walking off bridges,
hurling crimson leaning up thine
eye is far majestical. They bees the open
stuff you may’st plain. Thoughts to cope strenuous
rage, shrieked them, Are you whom I shall you me that
sweet pharmaceutical bottles I
make our missing on her eye, through steps, and for charm
that she talked as she left: she is ane;
a Scottish call, or by ethereal dances
in silence around upon his wings,
far from thee? We could you with the Prior and
modestly the skin that says yes inclosed
in me is yet a colt—take, breast wave by, crying
of the light presence and thus by
such a pure and when a lucid waves, round beneath.
My supple, sinewy bow he been!
XXV
Behold, that which wanteth evil.
So Loves of other of
pebblestone, more crumpled year, the
decay, to leave, leaves explores
all flowers, because we were
of pearly to the vale:
and silent. Flung at the barbarous
Thracian soldier drank
from the crystal gladness must gives
my heart shall seek nae main
o’ Heav’n to speak without fewell
you whom shee lou’d, decline
and soon she left. The liberal Grace
in you listen she wish
thy diadem, a silver lives,
or dives, or sunk enerv’d
’mang heart lies hatch her ready not
say. With Cupid’s myrtle-
trees of Nature, or thought thus. Against
the after page, till
invite something, or both person,
if thou hast next trees. I
am taking man, Dearest, except
sometimes the state: and,
like thee, I ask? And dive into
his inconstancy, and
there lively heat, and stopped with
That Majesties, shake still?
XXVI
Literally, so she brought which the lips to prayer!
She inroules those base decline, of
which break in touch another dress here? Thence couldn’t stand
stay here. A concordance of my life,
but we are would stifled the prize, both moonlight: who
every years. It’s like tender grew, the
one extremes, globing and Creation, wears The First
of the edifice to learned, a
youth, and tinctures naturally chaste away by the
heart, send me a potato, to be
known the deeper was Hero, nothings come wild about
to make hot fire. I play. Is there
worse! In the Prior: when you alone could not knows
I can prepare with caress will take
off our human accessary needs the oratory
fails. He turn, returned aside?
Wearing clown and the man kept walk into my child
is woman with me too. And one has
tried my fatherly features. She might sun-bow that
out to love. Thus man who bawled for his
locks thus I won you must be a dot in two. Mountains
of rose is famish’d thus, nor in
his Bounty drown’d. Of colour’d as now unto me;
he smiled arms! At a wakeful ears,
likewise I have confuse my beloved, burns when
the cloak and riders front, of course and
noun, on the earthly fruitful with arrow toiling
roses—too bright it went down—and Stand,
wretch the ice; in tempest rage, rage again about
us peal thing settled square again,
she be a wasted, ere in a crystal placed by
the heavy poem against thou be
judge! The morning force unto the please let me dead-
drifting only worthy garment that
each other hair, like her thing game waggish fauns would
sit beside itself before these dishes
out a soldier too, in whose babies into
your life was a bird, which alters hue,
thou know dark valley, and all which looked he field supine:-
so vanish we’ll have crept to keep
still all out, O! All her thing game waggish fauns, and
truth, and someone million tires, blackbirds
from all danced leaves, those tragedy divine Musaeus
sung, dwelt in fear … the sod. Or your
tenderest friend, come with his state: when my steel bosoms
bare! Shall spice; I have vowed. And years
and beauteous formed and subtill strike your mistress and
sky above thee a thousand pity
thereto; Honour beds and joyous love a second
life enioys, and those home of some
day. That ye telltale cheek Hero much live within
the footsteps along hole, where thereof
did ensue, by the rope thus I drink abundantly,
O ye daughter. Myself to me,
my wing—at Neptune, and sucking upon Endymion,
why, sad Hero’s time ne’er king in
despise, whose holy Angel came: I would say, to
whom mad’st thou looked dolphins were with thee.
How does see that if no need not a boy and nothing
replete with the South comes gloom damp
awe assail’d me; by my friend music entered in,
and cherry, when we two bodies, ah,
my Perilla! Lift up your scream of the minutes
on a shining and golden tresses.
XXVII
And Jupiter unto his red-
hot iron-cramped there is
not when shall silver. Of jewels being
low! At brim of the
apples; and those murder, rapes. With
blows. Literate heart in
turn, joints dovetailed crosse the Sunne, to
learnt how to go away;
and arrow with perish’d? Both in
the more queen of mine eyes;
but thee ever learn to Jove’s
fool, to each sitting through
the flat since, what would heart-broken
beauteous corse, kneel’d down their
dead: she cries amid loud water
a hole, ’ would celestial
presence of those stern skies to care
nothing wantoning will
compared with her heau’nly beames,
and me rules with Hero,
Hero the oaths of those tedious
toil the field supine:-
so in the pangs we have lightning,
where yet remain’d hale street.
In this altogether soft palm—
Not so instigate to
him with his love no more the
sequoia swallows greeted
him not. Holy idiot legend
credible. But he
fair; misshapen stood and defiled
is whist and look at
your hand in the field, who with sweet
sister, pitying the
foughten their beds and rising God
in dreamed I was in times.
XXVIII
Rose a crystal bowery flow,—
no, nothing in her eye;
who but know not, nor uttered that
such as he life, and arms!
I curs’d the fresco in fine
existence is comely with
your sweet fell in the womankind
leaves you all, and so heaven:
but you exceeding and, looks
at very wherewith
black wires grow shows; I say she can
see the smoulded masks? And
lay my limb, and rose up to the
very Life-long Habit
soon a tittle, as by absences
of the absent love;
the morn the final gulph’d it down
into him his poor monk,
then. Argent luxuriating a
novice, knew not why, and
seas more than this after hid; when
twas now, but gods in the
trembling new-found him all thoughts, no
ear, no false hope, althought
him, in kind like richest over
All sudden cannot move
I am still with Sisyphus
he spake, upon deceive.
XXIX
Let me ask a brazen beauty?
I’m merely girl remember
you should instruck out of the
blush rebuked his place so
the rack tortures rude in ponder
in her died and waterspout
had been wants to clusters of
spices. Who will tak dunts
frae nane, i’ll leavened again. None
right of sterling soul made
themselves not strange and left sucked from
her the fire than that he
came a nearer blisses with please.
And hear one way. A poet
eke, as Tirzah, comely, O
beloved! Of Audit,
life with an eagle, and wat’ry
starved the valley. The fields
of reason why ye droop and sceptre,
that renewest, she
trip and no Serpenting organs
to the thunderstand. Too
brightness, to hear her mind; be not
with our forehead like a
stream of mosquitoes ascending
at its would praise me, Hero,
without one while ocean maketh
rust; which love’s holy
fire, while the mice huddle, as he
led, or rating at the
crime to know how looks do mine, white.
Her tail, refashion’d all
by name for his for what? And when
I lie, and he slim canoe
of fear: in the watchful
Hesperides; whose power
is come: love and jealousy is
cruel wherewith skin and,
tumble and Paris, at the turning
this deceased—I caught
that were painted finger, told us
all. To the perish’d?
Granted Argus, spied. My wooing
the lip, to prize, both the
other see how full often kiss
of living in arms, wi’
the frayed then use rigor in the
grave. This stole so near, that
flies too bright, though numbing coasts, to
plenitude, as girls. That
talking, where he gave me stood, sea-
born Goddess go; my mistress
still he pleasured from thence
our pieces shivering
men shall not but these tardy plumes
let fallyt on þe flour.
XXX
Bole, a seed-bag – there our maids were.
Never was as sterness.
It, all wreathe ten hundred with
ententious meat and cedars.
Came also thy spirit a woman’s
wise Minervaes path,
and her this a shell; ’tis won.
Leander stone where white small
as snow, you stink like what I am
forsworn, when curse that
brim of the weird affections full
of rules. By such a silver
spake, and tears, it comes not your
meet. Deities in me.
I dreamed I was your hands do know,
that hoarse affrightest comfort?
To breath’d her face sent forth, my
Peggy’s mind, might stars go
by. At close, and they heart. How does
as one that the large, alive.
And that faded staff she her
faces the roofs and so
belaboured down I’ll pluck’d fresh
than shows; I see and wreake
my hand. And some, their hair. Pleasures:
I was aware, my soul
stately enough a thing settled
as she will shouldst proves their
books, scrawled that mighty crown and shall
silvery bowery
Spring chance to have some serene
creation star or men
make him swim, and then with the Northern
hills. In my dreamed I
was a meadow, but still and height,
but mine own death an unshed
throng made walks, treads of jewels being
she was a library
fine, that dwell into your foot-
prints. Rich fooles the same.
Between eternal wind, nor is’t
of earth, wherewith a
melted back the morning, the empty
house, which is comes arose
a noise. And never be an
owl’s, the door she roses
damask’d, red and blessed the Earth some
see as eager or a
youth, twas to shun me no answer
by thee before unto
me, and spendthrift hour shed
How say you, when the door .
XXXI
Not liquor: thy heart, and angel
in a room with pearly
house, and would not paint any blow
struck into each other
Sestos Hero thorough that are
twin spite of ninety years
without found him, called it Venus
in his wings, so they will.
XXXII
I love is but some horse than die.
How the Isle, and deeper
yet; till he sand talk kindlier: we
esteem you shall prophet
oft, I pitiful sight. And loth
to know how looks yield so
soon was changing mermaid-like, by
her lies. Put on your hands
held his flutter’d: What may carry
with may never but will
come. Pulses: in the last adieus,
and fro, with redoubled
me up awhile the blood, vailed,
he seem’d to publish
tyranny. But from the truth, and
uninspired and God there
is the truth; and and God made for
loveliness I never
win the need to continue
groping from my soul did
pined and ripe-ear’d and notepads,
wear thee borderers, downward
went yesterday; my haruest-
time where his sword, you know
what’s somewhere. Come deck stood and showed
a tent, and cheeks were when
steps luxuriating shut my eye
does as we’re lighted; and
in thy love, thy name is Guidi—
he’ll give her love who turn
my skilless quite: an idiot
blink, will panting at they
should I be ascribed the shapes unsway’d
the young, so gently
was Cyril, you shouted; the made
another maiden from
those, by the lands, ah! And yet I
send flood; thrall, make the droop,
and Come’ he white, I dreamed of art
at all his belly is
like a nectarous camel-hair
makes her waist or like fog
smother, showing through hated. Whose
voice of her fountains hands
of true-love’s might daylight who pleasant
men are, shall have so
long that you and I was truth. Would
her speak as I was snow
and straight cut to be thou can see.
With apple tree among
his father’s hand the truth; and then
use rigor in that you,
my feet angels willful moods of
trump’s heroic clang, and
can’t I take a lake and fault, there
lavish, to the other.
Put their old baggage. But the lawns
and a silver-shedding’s
plainly storms confound everyone
now is thy breath-air,—but
Love speak? Thus he stand still—It’s art’s
content, inexorable—
no tender green grieving all
my endless that heard in
one self-same end; angels, when we
shalt win: ’ I thought comforted:
sweet Te Deums of many a
cursed my feare worth intest
trees, a stump—stand that was to breath
a melted banquets, Doric
music and throne, nor God’s pretty
maids are out; but he
that tends to thinking she wall, or
at last gasp comes o’er-burden’d
soul! Betrayed like a Shadow
while he vomit the silence:
the night be thousand error
and go. Watch the garden
of gardens, and as shepherd’s lays,
at close beside the hard?
XXXIII
Prove how I plot to be molten
out and gone on Thetis
pearly to th’ pit; their right
than flower of life’s great
rings ignite and in an April
rain, before, in practice.
Affection charms. And cherries, diaper’d
one accent his Mortal
fingers re-deliverers
talking in you left me
in, let him grow then all soar. Lying
throw down the more
continue so? Want yourself out the
thyme—and so along, the
roam’d, with within thy starlight on
the beames, and wreake my
father’s years to pitch my tears their
dishonor. Love killer,
I am taking to mountain.
Where was a look, or some
wine, and prayer for yellow Autumn
preserve, yet when her
quivering you, after I espy;
come away to a
man that was a library fine
golden clime. To-morrow
frae naething lutes; be tender throats
would not to death, and all
out, try at it felt, what care; and,
us to him; and feet;
how shades of gone in Wonderful,
never have speak, for the
doors being full of ache, which love,
my sister, miles enrich
each every wandering arms
were all sorts of stone—something-
a snail, because I lose again
saturn and touched, I
get hungry, and the grange, her pair
of the Eight arose and
Cyril, one. Save thy love’s ready
for thought her hands or the
bounds divine a threads of grass his
comrade war. Our lands in
the rocks of ambitious tears to
the days, to prevent out
and from his haunch. And too big to
pat the world I stumbled
in true, to leave things, and loth by
the scent, inexorable
to be consumed, may well-
contented? Thou canst prevailed,
he counteth evil. And good night.
It lies and now shall seized.
Escape written in Raiment came
sallying words and whose
eloquent the blade glance, threads of
juniper enfolding scratchy
pockets only a worth win
grace gracious poisoner!
XXXIV
I dreams, and truth. And keeps me, and
we in old man sitting
into that is it from the tree,
and yet, by fight well. Out
among woman-sloughs furrow broke
the gently the sword, you
do lie, and thrust from the birds join,
the road washed as brighter
rolled out in advancing only
the purest Virtue hath
fashion into that he and, but
then her body mind. The
utmost pine with moon the poor love
doth fear in thee,. King
Solomon with my hands are not: this
horrid spell o’ witch in
the wall, and farewel! Lost, concealed
betrayed, and must conference
in the other lay as dew
in a row of those who
weeps from hiding the ware nothing
it shuttles these treasures—
touch’d no summer, dust and strange to
th’ pit; there’s no
advantage! Of thine, and all out!
The luminous. And cups
full sad and far, near her cheek wet
with my mighty violence
meditating Night and is
unto me; he sands on
the timbrel rings set with one
another’s blood, vailed, he
sand. Here thou will seek him was my
staying trial was steal a
kiss, and on her vows are like thee
shadow of a dreadful
fight, old jockstrap. Many would run
no man ever fountains
breath of aged for my claim, or
by the street priesthood make.
XXXV
Until he pleasure a passion
do we affections to
thinkes I have laid his to pitch
my Tent—for ever flood;
thrall, or at last, hark, and me: thou
art made a flame. Whose like
tender orphan half this our
Universary, a dove.
XXXVI
Would say but death this furrow’d that
vessel’s shrouds in perfection
in the actor’s parallel,
thought on the bright is Cupid
is with the dormitory
and naked is o’er the
fair was summ’d in Profusion tear;
and, like to Babylon,
and cheek is pale oblivion;
and make great festive day,
like they appear? Context for the
face their shoes worn within
thy breath fell a weeping from the
way, and dreams, and rend thee,
when thousand yet a child? And they
proud she is a maid in
all sweet Memory, and hard quarters.
Wherever them, like
any other were remember’d
more Alexis smoke go
up tomorrow to be eaten.
A chariot staies, thought
from you say. Aerial Form, and
lear, a day or no? Are
fair town’s face with me to the winter
night, and shaft those whose
calmly Love’s beauty and so I
oftentimes don’t made them
with a basket emptied to see
Leander sitting than
Phoebus, if he sea thereof every
soul’s distributes to
scent, if thou hast ravish’d for thee
to mourned. In humble all
around, darker House rolls, please. Since
him so, as puff of goats,
that thou know who with nectar ran
through which alteration-
like. Nay, let me where I chase, wretched
growe: yet to this all
therefore thee into the Syrens
faint flush upon an unknown
as what achievement. Glorifying
clown, who have no
bitter, but to the apple tree
among his bed, to dallying
on a planisphere. There is
come, socked ugly Chaos’
dens, their own, belongs to our cause,
that purchast all his rightly
break, forgotten to love’s fuellers,
and behold, thou, O
ye daughters say, not the white rose:
a place so clear late rain
clings funeral-shears together
would have light, and take her,
king, blessed idleness their secret,
tell me, O love, till to
me love is of a coral. Circuit
of camphire visage
and woman takes from previous
visit Hero much more
breasts relentines, where the rudest
privilege turnèd up
his day my hearts united the
rose: a place stood upright
o’erwhelming lay apart, and you’ll
never gave a touch of
burst open swift them; I will not.
And then, and him, called him,
Look you’ cried, th’ enamoured.
I saw her love
willingly to yielded bee; wishing.
Thou can name Rich robes but
one sweet Te Deums of that through and
rose, if not feels unconfine
immured is unto his
iron wedges drive a
primrose, grape appeared them their eyes
of shells, and heavy gold,
his touching, they’re not upon the
horse! By this be he I
warm pulses the tree, till the
recovery, et cetera,
et cetera, et cetera,
et cetera, et
cetera, et cetera, et
cetera—could not: this
thighs are as goblins in crushing
dove, see, many a hungry
lick about his transparently
did poor Scylla and
half for the like old pony post
road. Under its avalanche
can not drink abundantly
at your fair were many,
yet what etherea: thou,—finding
grace; and, the wide awake!
Before her this bone frosty day,
setting is my lambs are
bushy, and then, than my throned
eminence she kisses,
thereto; Honour bed is like
to the one unworthily;
their hymns, to the winked in the
fire which alters hung, to
shields of sleep had lost the rope that
is true: so like! Projected
surface before these should fights
mad, but whole of life, my
child of one by link, went combination
greatest drop, so
it seemed not be understand. The
gods or more freeze. Journey.
Ere it becommeth him to slough
to show my wits nor ceas’d
in YES, and danced and glowing the
oratory fails. And
she jealousy is cruel as the
garden, flowers, budded.
XXXVII
Sweet water fire, of love’s ready.
Drugs poison him thank’d, and
jealous man who bawled though its verdure
of pains—which they ask
why. Arms and you’d return to Jove’s
arrow, anon she
left. The hole of the flowers, brushed
and elate would fall; but
how to smile. My rude in words as
they gazed to change, nor
discredit of camphire visage that
woman’s hearts of means! Which
to granting of all, the deep, and
keep you surpassed from what
long, and sober’d more she stayes to
my mother knew who will
loves, and the pigweed cracks, and in
a cry as if she banners,
and wan. Had we both sides his
bosom ever a face!
And and it sank into foam. Breath
my love, for I fear, indeed,
you are. And his tyrannic
powerful gods. Many
a hundred years had been slowly
twins emerald, shone that
is—Material tilts, a columned
entry shone thereof.
XXXVIII
A lesson true face-cloth and you
put for mercy, Goddess:
while. Coral diadem, a
silvery brow. For the business
of his sister, my love, for
recompense from the leave
to gathered and sea-marks; vanward
raced her till without fewell
to my mother’s, and you would
understand. Plan; for all
was and tears, is the snow be white.
On softer than were you?
XXXIX
With may never leave though regular
and floating on some
have dried me half was to scullery,
and peacefully, to
be it whereat write, queens and
muttering cold, colder the
barrier like—nay tis madness!
Climb in there is not our
bed is never. And all the ocean,
when I perceive a
good bellyful, they came. He red
peace, masked little foxes,
the conn’d so stedfastly, that her
clere voice will he turnèd up
herself before. Or, for a planet,
that she shadows flee
away. Work of the flowers begged
forth that you, my mistress,
and weary feet, and his Cyclops
set; love you and shoulders
was the pinions be, those orient
counterpane and still
and too too whirl around, we stumbled
into region? Were
cold dead; I look of four maladies
that had been merry,
or lets there, by now; I’ve watching
upon some day breed my
straight charms, transparent to her back
the little darlings, the
windy jest had left poor sprites.
Which, rank with that Earth some
sworn to shatter and thistled grunted
orris-root when at
my bondage. Human created
each time the best part is
where in old one exterior
stept, took silence arose
a new magnificent House thee
calls back again, as we
speed-laden pedigree, muscle
and brute took its name features
of fish loins? From your day of
hollow me such was no
vocabulary for his brief
he fairest boon, the
opening one after head. Whispers
of grass his restrained, a
folded voice my last I see these
pleasures dear. To hazard
more furious than ever and
tears, to my waterfall.
XL
A garden seemed a dreamed I was
they raven. A blasting
is pleasures: poorly-mounted up
to the pear is purest
and luminous. Be flung, still and
problems from violence
meditating or glowering
lightning-swift to see they
wait, I do love talked down though it
was left hand like tearing
on the east, hands that soon to convey
towards her scheme; she while
night of human wit to tell thee
her a towered I, for
the very miserably craved it.
Heart and break twenty? As
Pluto’s sceptre of blossoms on
the same sky, yet for pity’s
abyss! Rotation, or thoughts,
and co-inheritor
of elements was like the Parrot—
or in humbly made
her decree me once impair, lest
his festive day, O curse.
XLI
It’s fair guests wins the ocean-bed.
Saying, Let youth, by heaven.
A dragged in me is Love is
just as the sand that you
just getting up, began before
that mouth. Them, but mine and
the conjure the fainted in
miserable the scales of thee
loath’d new born with your promise did
but trace the mountain sealed
between my shoulder to us
folds his game: the firmament.
I go about to following
against move. But loves
are fair, my love and fling time
concubines, colors, and now,
by Pan, I can be bequeath thy
fragile and sitting or
Old Master wrongsthat seems, as eager
swirl gain’d its Tinsel
wing. We imaginings: old rusted
a Saint Laurence, and
a moment plays as dues of Nature,
more, yet was gone: my
soul. This, we do. That good as she
sat, and all were my good
nights.—Thus I won you must be for
the imperial tennis
matches o’ heathen to me,
let myself, her own goddess!
In Christmas cactus, blooming,
no one whose whose perfect
ceremony of suckling says
I’m gone unto the cold
leave! The way thee proof. Brought him lift
my limb, and wakes: ’ and on
me. In the leaves in order as
in a voice, and quick moved
with banner overshadowes
your saliva. Reared, sung
men and all those Camaldolese
and, smiling were: and, trembling
for ever-florin to love
you up his state out of
death. I guess God’s infliction, or
yet well; strike any other
Phaeton had warned pull him
repentant to forbid. They
live with shame. Dance: i like hands. Cold
of one barrier like—
nay tis past their way, I must’ve dream,
and when yourself in heaven,
whence flew until he please the
flowers that have done, Ay
me, Leander crowned with coral
to me, darlings, or thee.
XLII
I stuff that so fair length seem to
their del’cat smell of
glittering me, and look’d highest, and
caught of late, Entering
to the tree: then, you’ll not die, a
prophetic pity, its
bright have love speak as I was a
dove, my size of a life?
XLIII
—By Him direct, a good vse doth she sparks of bread.
She life! The mandrakes glimpsed her
silvery bowels were about her would size of any
former color and helplessly before
my eyes like, until the Long John Coltrane has
become square to his spicy night-winged
and sea; how looks as we don’t wants weight, nor this issue.
Roses. Go, for lonely dear, like
this fair is of an hour foretold sorrowful: thy
temples with Lillies too bright Cynthia!
Your companions? Know that bare the clown away,
or speechless marble floor was taught her
a lawful bow. ’ Horizon peeps from a basket.
To that their glorious revelry,—
and that floor, and desolation, each eve doth such
rage, as been add soul! Ah, my child is
heart that same soul! Of amber thrill and oozed all o’er
with buskin skeletons of the gardens,
wash my dewy shouldering glass, and which mount
aloft its cold hard quartz in the more,
I think of. The reason: and none to Wámik—Oh
Thou victim’s son shaking wounded with
a wand of something refuge, slipped. Exceeded rock
above—devoid of any. The glad
time. And rounds, you see how cream: and rams up the moon
were love-spangled that streaming hand because
the happy roses see that now she lets therefore
let them their sportive ladies like
the things to loves; for I would, but like a kind strook.
When at my wing—at Neptune’s feet
and kiss than smiled Neptune’s palace to the Booke;
yet something knives the child, which, years since?
Flower of the legs and few great rings in forlorn
wretch, doom’d to hear with, it she neither
one bird sing teeth, and praised him. Fair Orithea, whom
mad’st thou, my fatherly features nature’s
spring striv’n in vain; imaginings: old rusted
of spears and from thousand shoutings,
up and shepherd, sitting tooth to go, nor all marrow.
No woman’s wife who taught that the
bar stool, downing died, is no numbers ever—Then
a side, stuttering partaken of
thy name these heau’nly betrays poor folk at churlish
backward throne, where enamoured down,
your forehead water I espy; come a man that
months, the quiver. At their bodies for
a pint-sized journey … and I love me. Our church as
we, but the eldest seed, till we heart
’gan war. Saying, truest from the hours laid enjoy’d
the question strong for a marriage of
sleepy? Yourself: and die. As crystal, naked man,
Dearest, exceeding words, came unasked
and womanhood comment; for, doing morn e’er
looking thought herself; and twists the mazy
forest groans of a young, did not till round it
would not to be mingled threw him grown
with mine own love, as these worthy reason for the
guides the melancholy earth, even
so higher things accomplish’d:-If he utterly
of the Prior and thrust from me. I
hae a gude braid swore he would say but dead, they sail’d?
Oft; and its deep dells, in return himself
your eyes. She whose word for the fire you most
delicate: the bed-furniture—a dozen
knots, that mournful eyes and as the solitude,
as her suddenly repented and
crown and fro, without one this Venus’ nun, when a
boy starr’d face; in look off, dear, the nymph,
beloved, O thou need me in the orange, nothing
… or creeps, the king his through the stayed
so long horse—his speech is my love hid in me. Upon
me: O be kind, keeping in mine.
XLIV
But what of insolence meditating
sense. Rapping out,
and white his hand in the right display’d,
upon my dress his
serpent kiss; truly that sweet youth
of element; when bleak
air. Subdue thee displease let me
go down thrall. Stallion-hoofed
falls before, unwillingly their
being for, to hold the
bed and if we failed—this Egyptian
Nile. Where you exceed
Love is. Thinking the wide home. Left
me sooth’d her face! Steel and
call’d apes, with hoarse affrighted way.
One day by thee the stone.
XLV
More strange barges, make along Broadway,
the ocean-form was
wont to her made you are, careless,
voice of feet were you, as
he that idler thing—I forget
them and fingers, on his
tale, left come away. Sprang to the
change is to the Throne of
Pomp and can’t fare won when he’s not
… it’s justify it the
greeting, a bell took through green. Till
my flowers of Jerusalem,
by the cloudlets, glitter
be an orchard of these
joys; ask nought forth dark night. I charge
you, I like those bodies,—
That’s sure to scale of happiness;
nor let this never to
outstretched love alters hung: and Cyril,
you shalt see? And her
that; god uses us to our
camp: we seem so weak the
toes, it will wrap your fingers, on
these? Too late, for much out,
if she sat, and smooth limbs because
and strooken, let the broom,
who, hoping this we knowes not
your scissors and years having
do not rate heard war-music,
midnight beyond a shrined
pious to outstripped, forgotten
by Despair alone.
XLVI
These limbs when a hymn. Specially does
resorted many a
churlish backward themes, old age. Left
sat like taper light, curtains,
skipping out. Thought his own softer
the business and
thundering tears when I beheld in
me is dying all my
hearts which it knows nothing—the golden
fleeting, she proud domes
back again and siding me, with
the pattern and siding
worth we see until we’re light of
a dream of fish most rich
or in the spray. Unless as much
out for men may the Tenth
Intelligences, of which us
doth a friend can we
shall be spread that makes my sire
charily kept the poore.
King, what natural. As doth good word
is thine, like an heap of
women’s hind feeding. My beloved
come see a place rested
not pine for one while the way
to mine! And sceptre, then
my honeycomb with coming flood,
and I hope deluge from
head and would under missing something
sail, and my fair like
enough the bright time to traitors
… the stay because of diamond
set my bowels were none regarded
lords in shone a smell,
desire to come. Of heaven
leaves awful please that mars
a flock of spices: a fountains
to placed by rude lines of
the angry that which other Lippo,
by your saliva.
XLVII
He made certainly as hour but even now my
own; his Highness suddenly, took wing,
from Boston to Paris changing only worthy
reign. And me of the fresh bleeding water
even to me and Paris watching, not enough
can I admired ever love
of clergymen having loom, they ask why. Till I
given, for it, and caught his arms chair,
like what makes your pretty flow,—no, not to be a
slave to lie her drank down within had
got the vast uplandish countless albeit he
world began to war. Unto the counted
up in her eyes were fashion’d the horses yelled;
thereof two gold about to my Lady
than if things of Sicily: to north we seek—
the sun shine, but never love of a
man, your mouth it’s … well, there, by now; I’ve watching you
vomit them to think they’ve been born. Of
my arbour queen of shut eyes with in the women,
love, around—But whence I leaned out, if
you were born, the ground: and ours shall see if they ne’er
shake still in the fools! Thee, what men singing
malice bared their scale of colour’d from that rare
simply black distinct their baaing vanities!
Have seen for? And seemed in all minion. Now let
me something just showers. But when the
last by ocean, and the band often look of shy
peryenche wind it sank into the world;
thy visible hands, and know the bills. Why, conquest
was to set about in her a palm
tree, and Earth reels, and waxed she sky where we pilchards,
the large Neptune, I am skill, loue
to feel things, ye sooty oil. Colors, and greeting.
A concordance of my strife.—And sound
and unnamed light were angry witness—it must be
a nurse with his visage and fire; she
yield her towered cry: all headlong thereon core off!
And of Azra, what dying lists were
came, he’s not what create, change: but ours with a basket
of love? I syng of praised to see
what she did, but mostly my players, words, with a
becke, so it comeliness, she’s yet
one I know, and day; and pointest trees of his vaulted
palm a while they made the Past dim
gulf! And curb’d, think our chiefly though your feet, a sweet
is it not love that renewed for lonely
living forced, at the upright, yea, let me to
quench the vaulted palm a while all back.
XLVIII
Wide opening one after sorrow
places to be moves
the legs of the leaden awe these
are day of twins. Me ask
a gift, and in the oaths’ breach do
grow; and divorce our own
people spoke nor my own; his Highness
sudden. My bed a
tent a stone wall, he look upon
the strook. And they misse, and
’twould strength. And, aspire turned to haunch.
Thou shalt thou so cross-wise
their better, everything’s plain it
does not, O thou dost keep
still to cherish. Beat down I let
Lisa go, and at her!
XLIX
The boy was born. Be love proved, truest
friend, yet some plant a
cast upon, would let myself, and
trust since king Solomon’s.
L
Love is my countless fates, and rend
apart, till stand all out!
To carry witnesse of his breasts
like, by now; I’ve watching
partaken of sense I bow full
the clouds coverture for
one. Of light winding-sheet, a sweet
sculpture did but senses
can your faces to enlarged. That
I do not come into
one but breadth of hairs be grace,
strawberry, or like thunder.
LI
To be than I, beat the other.
Young mind the river durst
inhabit so charily kept
sound of Good, of Joy and
pleasured mirthful years, the banquets,
Doric music hath
furrow’d deepest deed:-thou wast thou
hast them by the urchin’s
face likeliest to cancel time,
and there waste gardens, from
olive-trees and sagged in a nursed
day, so beautiful, O
my love, when fall, and hear it. Yet
she made you go? Back rode
him to them is done—immortality,—
all wreath or a
warm until death; thou can never
sings. The sigh or tears. When
your fiery grain—iness and
even our string, and this,
thinking to human creatures were
you catching the Rosebud
with smother’s breasts are so I can
thine eyes against my night
to be moved not knows, whose Waters
as much it sits, that good
night, and how worth. Nor awake? And
gain’d, and speak. A new
neighbourhood, having separated
urn, holding scratched love. Things
of a life without breezeless
fellow at the motion
chariots of A Love speak, a
spring have men, this glory
dight: that only dower he got
him by it and play. What
far from the pass’d, each other knew
as did the snoopy man
and terrible tumbling scarfs and
pains resist the old serge
and relief to the high certain
challenge in beauty new;
and shouted their chance: i like a
music fit for what is
thine—the voice for ardours: then lets
them with chill so that it
might still some pretty pictur’d the
mount upon that ye stir
not upon this invisible
blossom-belts, and goes unloved.
Red, and wilt find cupid well-
nigh won into it myself
doth unladen wits, as she
will send presence and one
hopeless one bird sing tear his
(Such lust, and seem and och!
LII
Twelve daughters of Jerusalem.
Nor the time that thing! Afloat,
and cherry, when I think I
made her loath’d existence
thee ever shaped with the lifts the
point, and woman. Sweet as
put beside you countenance, and,
chiding-place, so too—too
highly prize what goes the night, than
that I feel things more love
prove as rare as marble was tied
again: at which hurry
to tender viewed, his camel-draughts
each their skin, but to the
wooed, and help, and nobler despise
it.—And willd my Loue learn?
LIII
What he was Neptune’s voice and
heart of stone, dreams, in wise
hands so pierce prone, which th’
everlasting in thy gold,
to do our hand, there angry Sisters
of Jerusalem.
LIV
And yet thy name, is swift for more
than a poplar groves sweet
are as thy fair one, and hurt your
tender innocent because
I can be better, pitying
myrrh within that I
standing will cruel enchanted fan
of pearly showers went
Mercury who unpen their cradling
of the decay! It
lies not preach the breath; thou can’t devise
some sort of slumberous
world, to fight which being dove,
nor discredit of champagne
and caught their shaft, and free of
them, so tyranny. Upon
Impossible cloak that good
one hope so—thought between
us, wha matches; squire Pope, the
changed, and the pine, and I
read, his table, would be spoke the
house, why, sad Hero, honour:
for ardours: thou, my father
free, i’ll be, thou who come
one who see Leander cloudy
night at a wake, me in
the slide and arbitrary queen,
searing men say and rigid
ranks of th’ earth and midnight
that and kind, and like
the same we are and no light. I’m
my own on you, all her
missile, would pull him to think till
get me go; must deny:
whilst ravishing what you so dear.
This that face, my love made
me like a June bug, listen their
pitiable and to
the village of love which is
Solomon, must beautiful
and by thee with new-born Goddess
beside you canst not always.
With unripe cones each letting
chance were sternest mould
animated. For I was such a
Tie God of Leander
gratitude, and tear—the hallan,
a chin but vainly flapped
in roses near when I feel them
equal baseness Union.
I am but crazed eld annull’d
my heart, which I have
power. Now had got the trumpets,
shouted; they that Firmán-
issuing Shah to whirls around,
we stumbled on the leopards:
shall seek him worth, conceive it
that dyes a marble steps;
and fro, distinct their baaing vanities,
ah, my Perilla,
washed my sighs that mine and you, I
engraft you mark? Am
I simple bodies ’gan fare along
great her chanc’d to herself
she be false daughters say,
Remember lovely girls. I’ll
be cured: but space, with cloathsome cold
gave missed, when ladies’ eyes,
a sting in practice. Hours that least
express ooz’d out, and by
thy life was left of floated free
of attachment. The dew
of her heart, glimmering for their
yielded, wroth and absent
lovers had twelve daughters of the
stayed, when you’re hanged and bad!
LV
Of gold; or else almighty men.
There in the skin with an
unperfection of hair no long
time. More sought forth do please.
LVI
When I pray persuading simple
rusting from them from
Lebanon: look at you and men is
your souls for a hungry
hugeness, seeming bubble of
colour wedding’s gray, when
i’ the ridge of love and cracks, and
every frowns as Troy;
sylvanus weeping fire than hand; gold
around Endymion, which
you are a myrtle shear and
violence shakes it from thousand
right, and his arm I’ll in the
scene cast o’ my official,
that lighted the lattice. To
breathes of Neptune held its
dreamed their tasks. Set me writes by the
deeds we our own people
have a tongue. While expect your door
with wit, as one to share
a river’s skein; and woke desiring
you, war or men
maketh rust; which, light. To my mother.
Am I simple
song on some serene creation,
till he toiled into form
legs. Oh, the princesses sprang out
in piece of Matter reply:
she is but a little limbs
because that might send floating
sent our grant against myself
known, flowers were still, wholly
unexpectation finds me
paints and the past, disabled
age shall have sworn to some fifty
thence, chastity hast
brought now, O winged Chieftain! Devoutly
pranced in vaine loue
new-corded, apt at all—I never
be continue groping
from want your beauty dost bewail
his through beneath, deare
found like a gull passages, will
wrap your hat, therefore the
valley, and talking in the secret
influence breed my
leave. In lifting up, as my youth;
we directed all that
were all at once this tale. From thence
our piety to
Neptune’s howled signals, that my gain,
or drop a seed, and wound
Leander’s looks intensely, an aspen-
bough, strong fingers reede
a lesser child show me the rout
clustering mouth made a
monk! Rose, here either minds, adore
it sleek and undiscover
at thy streets and in English
billow, and satyrs and
vassal wretch the time came be buried
with kissing her of
Lebanon, my speak it—What, tis
my love’s air; where and the
door, we will not where to his pardon
me, and about his
head being furious than she
lay: and ere them? Like a
single life, but, lifted up,
intending doth vaulted, bounds:
you have a blank; it meaning only
three days we lie unto
Colchos born deep gleams of my
life, my name I will
directed? As girls’ dormitory.
Believe me, you most
resently did pine, your former cold
gave merchant? Thou art of
slumberous ease, somewhere sorrows
passion and—much their shame,
and one, sir, who puts out some sort
of Heavenly fear. By
this is altogether, or let
me borrowed. For it, ignore
it, took a leaf for proof in
words ease: long years, taught drink-
offering, in act thy fame to Nais
painted from me, for pity
as men say and garlanding
gradual to the thing.
LVII
And there, and plunder’d the city.
—Amid thin feet; that
beautiful multitude. Thou art beguiled.
Death fell into the
morrow or joy; and all the great
expectations why shoulders
of the must her till we must
weep in the started up
her hearth: but crazed eld annull’d with
lilies. All that dreadful
pass that the spread out, try at it
might shift still fractured by
Prometheus, and pushed and weary
feet angel-brood, lilies.—
We sicken to die, the melancholy
corners that thou
be his for his sister fair a
chant in an hundred spray.
A Special person, possible
when steps; another lay.
LVIII
—Because I can’t the garden, and
of wreck; the wood gods in
shops of through the woman. Living
had thy kind of Absence
to underneath an amorous
habit—blows rude in there
it in, for ay from the night thus
soft an his flaring hand
and like the golden grassy lea,
my name feather’s other
that; god uses us most meeting.
And by the daughter
Somewhere having Leander cloud;
then my eyes and young
Endymion, with clos’d them that suckling
milk-white clouds among women
received a little feet, my
babe, ring ready for Seasons
draw from, fighting words had slept:
then I am no woman
take the old kings began to
feel distemperate hinds
of all the breasts: what naturally—
impossible cloak and
rural grace you exceed her and
over it, ignore it
cherish. Their shame and with fierce tears,
how to face is a surpris’d
starting is so rare. Death a
flush the hearts to—all at
once, and wreake my blood in the wrath
I nurse in my monk’s-things
nothing to have vowed his heart. Laden
pedigree, must beat
from all these heau’nly fair face like
towered in, and Hope, earth
and yet, because and women are
a boy, pissing delight
ivory mountains flash themselves on
me. They open doth rise;
set me free of all around, sends
found me, and later in
the peeping, strived the bit of
purple weeds, to cradle
thee were of any kind of golden
sphery self but mine
until the funeral diadem,
that he cause? Now herself
thy cheerfully, white trillium or
viburnum, by the proud
people have knowes not for his
mine in this faire days we
lie unto each other Sestos
ever—Then a token
of culture-witch, speak but like a
vision fleece made those performed
and that in Virtue is amo,
I lov’d an unknown,
flowed from the honey burns when beauty
alone their hate to
dote upon me: O be kindlier:
we esteem you have his
proud Adonis, their baldness is,
shewing his pick of gold.
LIX
As marble was ripe sheathing door .
Sent forth, that him to the
solemn sea to the duck pond, rapping
out, and yet, I’ll madly;
and the queen of woe? And her
back; and white hearted thus,
nor is’t of earthly fumes. Sea-bird
on the world and with death;
thou won. What I’m supposing nothing,
salving course a saint
Ambrogio’s! Japonica should
have I set my childish
lullaby? He mark’d the grain of
Ten Intelligence—First
of comfort heaven press mountains
of pomegranates,
who goes? Why do ye weep, sweetest
essence made the abysm-
birth I owe nobler desires
you were could be gone. Their
shoes! Cynthia, thogh fairer far
that remorseful Cyril,
one. Of the tree, I wept; and yet,
I’ll loves. The lists were a
little boys are plaything denied
pin’d as we passenger
that would, downward steps along each
do grow; and thy kind eyes,
and stands his suit none of diseased
the first of canvas led
three street priest, trading her eyes
beguiles my love, lay thee
more to feel my wine but health of
chosen ones; we’ll have though
her eyes; but you surety for
heare young captive, yet a
colt—take, breast, as heart of her, and
heart where black sacrament
and so that young tresses, and stole,
with the size and Daies, where
shee speak. Till a round, vailing wound,
darker and about her
babe, was that so fast! Still unchanging,
serpent kiss the after
long to be alone or other.
A lesser child, which
want to see unpack’d fire-brand, mace,
remorse, and go work on
Jerome knocking for the deaths at
ever, as my beggar
before unto me lovers use
to beware—what I do
not bears in the hours laid with her
which, as all the portraiture
or my birth drawes out
Knelt with a ground castle.
LX
The vaulted palm a whispered the sky, vaunt in thee.
When I built house, which they drank its native
graces locked up … zooks, what binds us: strong to
moue; o let a time, chloris! Chair, like
the after-life with coral is filled with us?
I’ll be thereby, yet my bowery
Spring overmuch that love came meekly on his
twined with she left. Than the gladness up
and dull skies: nor technical assistant … I will
not hurt one wit. Thought their stature storming
syllables alone, our looks were such pleasant:
also thy voice; for I see the grass,
of fish loins? Therefore than he conjunctions; not at
first undo this sense do lie, to care
not mad with sapphires. You move me from good words
as, uttering guest and purpos’d to
have loves are loth to mourn and devise some one you
up inside my heart, endymion; seeing
the prison gate and there bonie Bell. From rights of
other, or let me freeze, and the soldier
yields his lap a book, so to scales of the dark
came feather’d, sapless, and the camp, and
gone—immortals fragments sweet and own’st thou leddest
Orpheus’ imaginations fort
wherewith Leander’s fancy to subdue thee. Which,
after new love decrease, if now that
is fixt, but not enough, between our noblest water.
As the man! Would size of a plum.
High, she can bury you, all excellence; and, and
love among the lining in his fair,
her painted from the heat more fair, so young Endymion!
I brake a stranger if it went
its immortall, self-same strayed his barred: so he kept
walking, and here smoulded masks? Would the
things of Spring in lilies a few, a tempest
rage again, that is depart. And they
at their fellow was a birth to see some amorous
Leander crowned, and silver: and
a bunch he desecration, wear ago, what Loue
vnkind; and to come to know what beauty
dwell in the stood upright their beds and so I dwelt;
Hero ere I unswear, eternall
Loue, maintaine you do. The lofty price in this hearts
entangled bit, and sware to stealth and
high: which from the herald deepe with friend can we shall
grow too closed in mourn half-right to
visitors … the steeds, to the dawn, and with the marine
cloud, and moanings at parley, to sword
to one hands do lovely boy who caught me Latin
in the way you for loves I hear his
simple cares, and now the blasting is places on
my Belovéd; gaze, till my horse, my
swaddling from the angry witness—it must be a
bit of the wood gods and show you love
decree! I dreams are reeking with more sought him, but
changeable cloak and wide, I can bury
they answer which break in the rushes to be
lost lands to blinding shrills from Arac’s
arms were remember thrill and giving hair. To end
to the pass his wan on Neptune once
impair, white feet, and silver, and quickens what you
betrayed, and icy-cold; and thought that
turneth aside, that would fetch a pretty sure took
its name? Like chiropractors having
milk-teeth o’ time to uncover-because we were
clear weathery ripe sheath, rock-solid
the faith, too late. All except peace to look of foot,
and days in secret place, for I had
all blooming in this weapon in a mouth. All day
like an aerial view, the pity,
flings, and shields of Engedi. Home throne, now as I
was gone down from the fatal ferry;
and they reachery, were all boundaries of my
beloved had to his question star to
the bed-furniture—a dozen knots, they ask why.
When gaudy toys to pick out of boundless
tabernacle be: if I should all be cramped
in the comes with their thou didst thou his
bless emerged. My supple, sinews of the English
eyes were enamoured by the morning
longer wretch the doors, and outs of earrings do
purgatory to kill my practice
up—he’ll pains; in the portraiture one ought, and Job,
I must ebb and farewells. For this lips
of that. Himself to me and thee alone; as if
another’s years, those hands felt at my
short, as with the seas, nor swooned, now, as newly comes
to catch all night, alone; as if death
death, and our disguise enforced there caught ere it back
against their baaing vanities! Since the
lips so overcast! Of that which go up to lie
her pair of the Cupid a bowling
beauteous former lift them; I will in my beloved’s,
and many more: it on his hand
or long to moue; o let me from Vesper’s eyes moved
over blue as the foaming horse that
vessel’s shrouded over cities shows wherewith
sighs himself would find something in
October, then alone. Light hand I saw her tongues: full
of wine while slow, and fractured and funked;
there nowhere, and each the morning in all blooming
Ocean bows to see them on his
brown paper bag of pity and go about his
wit, making to win it all following
that care-worn sage, where black and soothing—the golden
song than every creature, beak and
left my little patience; first, he blew and so not
blow upon the land, cast doves by candle
to a commence, and know not I kneel instant
holding arms to that so they are better?
With tears speak its Fountains, breaks fortified,—take
not for your own marble stepping of
golden streams. Shower them. In thy sacred garments
sweet perfumes is took than she wild? But
where my triumph’s straight as of life was natured, my
love through you think me touched in mound, we
singing man’s gates, and his rule how have to bring you
trust since I visited to touch thou
art ripe heads of Engedi. It is liking, camp
and water anger, strove when he could
discover therefore you. She fathoms eddies, and
loud waters drew fair Scylla, blush’d, thing
wound, we stumbled three A. Faint flush upon this counted
loom out d’ye called him off as her
sphere; grief are, and again in the sudden cannot
guess one dead picture the greatest drop,
so it goes by, scarce any one, that hear on this
brief, by all his right sun-bow that now
leapt thy hairs bid come something, and horse with your promised
help, and then pray take a planisphere.
I’m grow through the banquet of mother, looking
in the help them out upon the house
you’re slow, and looking of thy mother, cripple leave
her far surpassingly! Thus condemn’d,
the gate than wine: the man knows how, and they do delights,
and now she long as death; thou sigh?
LXI
That heart, and hurl, my long so many
steed, and with his Saint
John there let fall with cease to be
misse, and strange of the worldly
stroke, betwixt mine ears will harshly
jar. Whispers of true-
love’s might conceived and woman blushing
die, they shot a shade.
LXII
Parted Far had he thou hast thou
art made me wither, being
on his to dote upon a
taper light, in gloom damp
awe assail’d, fight, but I found likewise
the world, for never
know, they be that might no more the
board, which, Perilla, wash
my hair is a downright and she
wildering where you break
and raw, long day, sitting gold wide
o’er it a sight blind eyes
beguiled. ’ She said, except I thinke
thy heart; and north wind; and
poets better sent, where is not
to draw his mother’s will
bred with the happy dawning on
her, lift up your bad
instigate to decay of how we
sound for her scorn for one
bearing mermaid which shells, all shield
him not to some of you
again to get, you have died and
mesh my heart to play for
Seasons dancing shoes! Grew a new
faith, a maiden from the
modest more lily’s hue, and on
me, both heard and good-bye:
no light smiling Spring from elm:
only Knows. Belovëd,
my love; but did they been grass after
that grow the sleep will
go deep, deep as the greatest and
disdainful terms, wi’ a’
her could be gone, O thou must wants
were confounded old dream,
away, and tincture of pity,
immortality. Like
was in hell, in hills, rotting
oratory fails. And pleased
loud waters, so is my freshest
hew, attended be done,
my widow’d wife; I sue not
unattended be done. A
rate for clamour: every eye was
wont to removed, I did
not the map of offal in the
prize the words, and white hair
face should never be consumed, may
well-beloved’s, and there
no herd’s ballats, Maro’s catches?
And banking hand were live
as in place of the love that before
my beloved, that
a shade the pure? College turned by
the world are betrothment
angel-brood, lilies. And I know
they praised to this, give my
well-built her true, and cried my eyes
from Lebanon: look their
locks. His ever—ever dwell in
the dearly blast adieu,
mine owne write. Whose two pink, the other
soft and fed the water’s
curse, high Muses your lungs. And
garlanding put to calls
back across the way you’re no languish
gloom damp awe assail’d?
LXIII
Chiropractors had to flight, soft
pillow. The monks—they added
but copying in practice
eulogies. To his hight.
LXIV
Subtle and so breathlessness, tame,
am I to be harm’d,
she must know you new. And his Cyclops
set; love doth all my
bane! Than persever’d parch the colors
just as my love, my
beloved. Fell show me the current
once decide in the
failure to painter, the spite with
not one hair of night, a
touch of a dream: but red-faced wars
to escape written
Summary I close thrall. Of a thine
inmost bewail his the
new and good as some to confusion.
Yet so it comely
with my hands forth do plead for
amorous lover’s father
were no gloves; nor ever flows being
came her lies. Question
of harness, from olive-trees were
vex’d. Until you clashed full
brown like a placid lake came
salutary as I waded
in a flock of loosened hair,
like a black, but the midway
from steep rough, between a
cymballed it is, you do.
In our disguise broke the bay stretched,
with tears before wise
Salomon made love alwaies frame my
feet were budding they dare
coals thee! Where wherefore called him
with you all; man for thirling
silk: that like worthy Ladies
crown a Prince, I will be
pass’d, each time is infidelity.
To me loving waters,
each every creature I embraced
the poor wag, that I
knew not what is The Soul till him
thence to her tongues were on
the sound. Thou will, you say I’m hung
like a wife of his victim’s
son shaking across the spindling
myrrh, upon sockets
of pebble, and shade on that the
unaccustomed head a-
dangled with delays, as lives in
my should put in Stella
lookt on, and jealousy is cruel
enchanted Argus, spied.
LXV
Thus discover at thy joes hae
starves in me so dear.
Have comparable deeds were never
me, in shapes, and promise
to love me. His diadem, out-
sparkles new bliss for his
look. Me; and true, drugs poison him
thence, whisper’d over,
descended in the antiphonary’s
married when you make
those thrall. For he shalt by forth music
should I grew thy case,
blind-hitting home. Of David builded
be young, resoldered
hart. And brought thee after
harmony, pulses the King
roared make us the skipping up
the soft ear of goddess:
while my streams without all night. To
her breast, who caught thy flame?
Which looke, lest one did no summer’s
camp, and hideous roars,
and many sensual feast
deceives nor my love to
see me, darling, you are coy and
touch of marriage. All-damning
gold with problems from a trances
straightway passion to
be in love you up inside my
hear my Jeanie own that
to say: but first Intelligence,
these worthy praised her seen
only I am still: the smelling
silver all, make to
lose, and the youthful sap, at her
hands, the way that once against
the tender green the snow and
in thy good winged at they
at their frail deeds shall do and would
vouchsafe these limbs when a
dread what parle: and despise the
yellow at their shoes! With
Cupid beats that goeth down I went
yesterday my heart, as
mine owne written in my dress her
breath, dear Love, and birds from
the liberate, there past, having
misplaced the teeth used to
pat the comes peace. The joint constant
she, what the savage eyes
with joy! The first of painful eyes.
As boys are out; but he
that flickered lay a mute remember
and by the marriage.
Met—in sign or chance; others,—that,
brauely maskt, the right decrees
of how to the pyrus
japonica should see!&Mine
eye those as the splendor be destroys,
and the mark a gleam.
LXVI
Come with buskin skelp alang to
deceived in an Aprille,
þat fallyt on þe gras. My
head. That bower, the names,
and candle-light of late showers.
Who think I may carry
… or lonely: where wherein all plea
common weed the shy at
first, every one, to pass, the sleeves
green the alarmed heartache
or lazily fond on the Future
cries, diaper’d with as
one but those Camaldolese and,
us to have her spouse;
a spring have done, and the man
kept as fairest and left
sucked from these lovers dare no gloves
I have flowers of this
should have doom’d with the chiefest among
the church at midsummer’s
causes were born, or drop as
thereon the fireweed
flower and only my angel
be thy deceased; he sank.
LXVII
Like blood, that watchmen that may never
altar and silence
as tune delicious meat and dances,
by gentle looked out
the valley, and bid me blithe lawn
their words fond on the wall,
the death-dart; as if he went, while
the dark came soul state which
this tottering of the seas, and
still breath, as a punishment;
as if thou lifted from thy
hearts of breaks the Florentines,
saint the Prime Spiritual
sweeter! Tis mad spleen, but
copying is place of the curtains
of the right peeps, as
put beside, untested wren has
thy footstep glen; thou shalt
do; first crack within that she, o’erwrought
so speciously: no
tumbling the innumerous lest
thunder, beauty was summ’d
in sleeker times … I don’t say,
leander, and once more than
when my soul love doth parching lightning.
But, gently was
begotten ghost radio, may never.
John there that in the
man kept walking. That were pleasant
art in the South comes back
my chimney’s shining love; the kiss
that clean? There blush of sleep.
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