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A Lady Made of Snow
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DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.
SUMMARY: While Bellova recovers in the hospital, Coriolanus pays her only immediate relative a visit.
⚠️Warnings⚠️: THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER. It contains manipulation, swearing, murder, and misogynistic undertones.
A/n: Coriolanus’s kill count is rising lmao
Admitting Bellova into the hospital was easy enough. Coriolanus was easily able to convince nosy Capitol citizens that she had accidentally inhaled coma-inducing fumes inside Dr. Gaul’s lab. She would make a full recovery, but would be unconscious for at least two days. 
After leaving the hospital, Coriolanus went straight back to the Citadel to finish his work. There was a large stack of papers waiting on his desk to be read. 
Halfway through the stack, he felt his concentration begin to waver. Though he knew the paperwork was important, he couldn’t stay focused on its contents. The words seemed to blur together, and he struggled to comprehend the information, which was highly unusual for him. 
Clearly, his mind was elsewhere. 
Sighing in frustration, he leaned back in his chair. The papers could wait. There were more urgent matters at hand. 
Now that Bellova was out of the picture temporarily, he had to determine how to handle the people closest to her. She had several friends who would not take kindly to finding out what he had done. They were the children of incredibly powerful families, with reputations that rivaled even the House of Snow.
And then there was Bellova’s father, Julio Reginelle, who held a prominent position in the Department of Justice. He truly loved his daughter, and would never allow Coriolanus to get away with hurting or manipulating her.
There was no question about it: he had to go.
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“Mr. Snow, Sir Reginelle asked to not be distur-“
“It’s urgent,” Coriolanus snapped, making the butler cower slightly. “I must speak with him.”
The butler nodded frantically. “A-Alright, if you say so.” He lead Coriolanus down the happy of the Reginelle estate, which he had only seen a handful of times. Bellova only invited him over if the rest of their friend group was getting together.
The butler knocked on a door at the end of a hallway. “What is it?” a strained voice said from inside.
“Sir, you have a visitor. He says it’s urgent.” 
A moment of silence.
“Send them in.”
Coriolanus stepped into the office, and turned to face the butler once more. “Can you leave us, please? This needs to be discussed in private.”
Clearly, the butler found Coriolanus’s icy stare frightening, because he gulped and swiftly left the room, shutting the door tightly behind him.
“You have some nerve giving orders in my home, young man,” Mr. Reginelle said coldly.
He looked truly awful. His ebony hair was tousled, his tie was undone, and there were dark circles under his emerald eyes. He was known as one of the more handsome middle-aged Capitol citizens, but clearly, worry had affected his appearance greatly.
Coriolanus walked towards Mr. Reginelle’s desk, which the older man was sitting behind. “You look troubled, sir,” he said.
Mr. Reginelle scowled. “What is it that you want, Mr. Snow? Or are you just here to waste my time?“
Coriolanus smiled. “Not at all. I want to talk to you about your daughter.” 
The sneer that sentence elicited from Mr. Reginelle was identical to the one Bellova used to give him. “My daughter is too good for you.”
Coriolanus laughed without humor. “That’s your opinion. I, however, believe that she would be overjoyed to be my wife.”
Mr. Reginelle stood up, his nostrils flaring. “You are ridiculously arrogant, just like your father.“
“You knew him?”
“I wish I hadn’t.”
Coriolanus elected to ignore the slander. “I’ve come to inform you that Bellova accepted my proposal of marriage.”
Mr. Reginelle strode towards him, his eyes flashing dangerously. “The Reginelle bloodline will never mix with the House of Snow,” he snarled. “I will do everything in my power to ensure that.“
“You can’t change her mind,” Coriolanus said cooly. “I’m afraid she’s quite set on it.”
“You’re a liar,” Mr. Reginelle said, prodding his chest. “My daughter wants nothing to do with you. She hates you.”
He smirked. “Not anymore.”
“I know Bellova far better than you ever will,” the older man said, his voice raising steadily. “She would never just forgive and forget everything that you’ve done to her unless…” he trailed off. “Unless you forced her to.”
Coriolanus cursed internally. Mr. Reginelle was just as insightful as his daughter. 
“You’re talking nonsen-“
“What did you do to her?” Mr. Reginelle screamed, pushing Coriolanus against the wall. “You hospitalized her! You fucking monster, what have you do-“
Before he could finish his sentence, he collapsed on the floor, seizing violently.
Quickly pocketing the small syringe, Coriolanus screamed for help. Servants rushed in seconds later, frantically trying to assess the situation and calling an ambulance.
By the time it arrived, Julio Reginelle had stopped breathing. The medics declared him dead, killed by a sudden seizure caused by his already-existing heart issues. 
A car was arranged to take Coriolanus home, but he insisted on going to the hospital, where Bellova was still asleep. He told the driver he “needed to check on her and make sure she was still in a stable condition”. After what had just happened to her father, he was “paranoid that he would lose her too”.
The hospital staff recognized him and lead him towards where Bellova was being cared for. A nurse assured him he’d be right outside just in case anything sudden were to happen, and left him alone in the room with the unconscious girl.
Coriolanus sat down next to her bed, studying her face. Her dark hair was splayed out on the pillow, and her lashes fluttered every now and then, indicating that she was dreaming. She looked peaceful, angelic almost. Even in her sleep, she looked far less threatening than she had been before.
He smiled, lifting her wrist and placing her smaller, limp hand in his. 
Whether she wanted to be or not, she would make a beautiful bride.
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qierxing · 11 months
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War Cry
Commissioned by the lovely Veritaventis Yan! Kaeya Alberich x OC
“Khaenri'ah, huh? You sure know a lot! The legacy of Khaenri'ah is long gone. The sinners are all that's left, and they're not worth mentioning.”
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i. “Sacrifices must be made.”
Briony would like to say she’s lived to see many things.
Her life has long made its way through the wheel of fortune; and with each high and low she has always endured. Unfortunate deaths, nasty slander, betrayals from those she thought she could trust. What’s a little apocalypse on top of it all?
Where is her wheel pointing now?
She’s studied Khaenri’ah. Built by humans, for humans–she thought reading through all the old texts and inscriptions would have prepared her for–for something. A sign. A prophecy of some sorts. Anything that could have prepared her for fire, screaming, and terrible monsters heard only in stories. What good does being the leading expert on the topic do if it doesn’t help you?
It was like the gates to hell had opened: hilichurls, abyss mages, heralds, dark shadow knights, and all manners of monsters flooded the stone streets. The skies turned dark, ominous purple clouds shutting out the sun. The ground trembled as they marched amidst the screams of frightened citizens. They did not falter or stop, even as people ran this way and that.
She’s one of the luckier ones, she knows. At least she had a Vision. The abyss forces did not hold back their intimidation, whether that meant setting fire to innocent families’ houses or cutting down those who happened to be in their path. It was all she could do to pull people out of the way of monsters. 
Last she was able to remember during the chaos, Razor and Fischl were trying to hold back abyss mages from the elder Adventure Guild members while Bennett was doing his best to evacuate them to safety. That was all she was able to catch before she was lifted away screaming and pounding on Kaeya’s back. That bastard. She thought nothing could phase her anymore after her adopted brother attempted to sabotage her career in the name of family. Evidently, she was proven wrong.
She sucks in a deep breath, knuckles taut around the kitchen counter. Focus. The ingredients sit in front of her tauntingly. Apples, beef, carrots…she’s made this stew too many times to count. At this point, she’s sure she could make the dish blind.
First, the vegetables and beef. The knife in her hands feels heavy as she chops the carrots and dice the apples. Did the soldiers who came through the gates feel the same with their blades? Even as people cried out, they did not blink as they slashed through flesh as they marched on. Those abyss heralds–how could they have been humans if they could so easily cut down their own? 
Focus! She shakes her head violently. The meat and vegetables are done, so now it’s time to start caramelizing them along with the aromatics. The hiss of the butter and garlic clears her mind if only for a moment. Her hands drop in the carrots and onions automatically, moving the spoon to evenly distribute them across the bottom.
Bennet, Fischl, and Razor, were they okay? They were still so young–even if they were seasoned adventurers and fighters, they cannot take on a full legion of hilichurls and abyss mages by themselves. Archons, what if they–no, they wouldn’t do that. They wouldn’t sink so low to harm mere children…would they?
Venti, where was he in the chaos? The steak sizzles as the air is filled with a hearty aroma as she makes sure to sear each side. The apples and potatoes follow after. Briony knows that Venti is more than the weak bard he presents himself as, but she worries nonetheless. Poetic ballads do not halt the hearts of tyrants and monsters.
Almost done. She pours in water, adding seasoning and herbs, before putting on the lid. Jean. Was she okay? She once again finds herself clutching the counter, staring off into nothing. If the mere townspeople were nothing more than cannon fodder to the troops that stormed through, then she can only imagine what has happened to the Knights of Favonius order, the protectors of Mondstadt. 
“Smells good~” Warm air puffs into her ear and her world screeches to a stop.
The knife in her hands finds its way upon a defined jugular.
If there’s anything she knows, it’s that Kaeya loves his games. She swears it’s some way to stimulate the constantly active brain that he has. (If she had to make it into a thesis report, she bet she could write it in a day) So she knows that she shouldn’t give him the reactions he wants. But somehow, he just always knows how to get under her skin. Is it his inherent ability to be annoying? Or an acquired talent? Either way, it’s infuriating. 
Kaeya grins, despite the blade pin pricking his skin and letting out beads of ruby red blood.
“Whoa there, honey. This is quite a greeting for you.” 
“Maybe you shouldn’t be sneaking up on people in the first place.” She bites back.
“What can I say? You just make the cutest faces when you’re surprised.” 
She scrunches her face in disgust, and he laughs heartily, as if he weren’t close to having his throat slit. 
“What’s for dinner?” Kaeya tilts his head as she continues to glare. He opts to lean around to check the pot, and turns to her with a cat-like grin on his face.
“Let me guess. Northern Apple stew?”
She wants to smack that smug look off his face. As if he had any right to talk about how she turned to her comfort food to destress. She could write essays upon essays on Kaeya’s inordinate love of wine and all things alcoholic and how cause and effect from personality and trauma played into it. 
“If you keep acting like that, I’m not letting you have any.” She brusquely replies, removing the pot from the stove and putting out the fire. Kaeya follows her to the quaint dining table as she sets down the pot. 
He hums. “Why, you break my heart. You know I love your cooking more than anything.”
Not enough to keep your loyalty to Mondstadt, but she keeps her mouth shut. She’s so drained, she’s not sure she can play tonight’s round of psychological warfare. Instead, she watches as Kaeya sets out the cutlery and plates, waving at her to sit down.
Dinner is strangely quiet, however. She expects some kind of stupid quip as they cut into the beef and spear a fork through the potatoes. Or an exaggerated re-telling of his day of work; maybe even just a fantastical story of pirates and mermaids. But there’s none, and she finds the dead silence more unsettling than Kaeya’s smooth timber.
“You must hate me, huh?” 
She pauses, fork halfway to her mouth. Putting it down, she ruminates on what she should say.
Yes, is the first thing that comes to her mind. No, is what follows after–because even after everything he’s done, he’s one of the few to see her for her without any rose filters or expectations. She can breathe around him, talk to him without fearing the weight of her words. After spending years in stifling academic seminars and upright noble balls, Kaeya was a person she could trust to be impartial and free.
“It’d be hard for me to say that I don’t hate you right now.” She manages evenly. 
Kaeya observes her face then closes his eyes, no doubt thinking about her statement.
“I won’t ask you to forgive me,” he begins, “Just know that I had my own reasons. And this is the best outcome.”
Something in her snaps. From nerves, from anxiety, or just from being tired of having to deal with Kaeya for so long, she’s not sure. 
“The best outcome is Mondstadt being burned down?” She slams her hands on the table, standing up. “Innocent people have been assaulted, ‘all for the best outcome’? Are you hearing yourself right now?”
Kaeya’s starry eye reflects her visage angry and out of breath, sending shudders down her spine.
“The townspeople have been mostly unharmed.” Her eyes widened at the casual statement. Then, the kids, they were okay? And even the Adventure Guild elders? Oh, thank the Seven–
“And the Knights have peacefully surrendered to cooperate with Khareni’ah.” Her heart drops to her stomach. Did Jean realize the price she had to pay when those monsters stormed in? Or was her hand forced against her will?
“Peacefully, huh?” She envisions the beef she’s stabbing is Kaeya’s flesh; if only for a bitter, violent moment.
“Would you rather have them forced into submission?”
Her blood runs cold at the empty expression Kaeya’s face adorns. There’s a glint in his eyes that she’s never seen before, not even when she saw him facing enemies. Her eyes narrow into dagger points.
Is this his true face?
ii. “Now cut me loose: I’ll show you the meaning of sacrifice.”
Kaeya knew the consequences of taking Khaenri’ah's hand.
"This is your chance. You are our last hope."
He could’ve forgotten his father’s words when his hands clasped around his shoulders that fateful night. Turned over a new leaf when Crepus found him soaked to the bone near the vineyard, hurrying him inside before he could die of hypothermia. When Varka knighted him, he could’ve moved on from the past and broken free from his father’s heavy expectations upon him.
And yet, even after Crepus died, he could not stop but think about how even the mighty fell.
So he resolves turning his back on Diluc's betrayed face, not just once, but twice. He puts aside what Jean had taught him in protecting Mondstadt, if only to crush the guilt that came with facing her as she is surrounded by abyss heralds. He knows Lisa would’ve wiped him off the map if they tried to do anything to Jean. And Amber, the young clever outrider who has always pointed at him anytime something suspicious happened. Now, she will no longer be wrong.
But he could not turn back now.
Khaenri’ah was his home. They were humans, just like the other nations. Even if the Heavenly Principles gave judgment upon his country, they are, and still, people at their core. And when his countrymen fell, what did the other Archons do?
They turned away and closed their eyes.
Still, even if Briony had tried, he knew she could not do the same. Not when she was forced to face him and his eyes. That is the one thing he always found endearing about her. It was hard to find someone like her who is able to care, and so fiercely and genuinely at that. Even as rumors swirled around him, she still smiled and invited him in for tea on a sunny afternoon. 
“The best outcome is Mondstadt being burned down?” She slams her hands on the table, standing up. “Innocent people have been assaulted, ‘all for the best outcome’? Are you hearing yourself right now?”
But if he had to be honest, maybe what he enjoyed most, is when she gets mad.
The fire in her eyes burns brighter than even Diluc’s flames that scorched his right eye that fateful rainy night. Like the explosive burn of Death After Noon, Briony’s sharp rebuttals leave no one standing. Her words are no longer shrouded and censored by an internal review, but instead carry the blunt force of the knowledge she carries. He’s beginning to realize he’s developed quite the titillating taste for the finer things in life.
He waits for her heavy breaths to slow and regulate. 
“The townspeople have been mostly unharmed.” He watches as Briony perks up at his sentence. He knows that her pride won’t allow her to ask him directly about the people she cares about. “And the Knights have peacefully surrendered to cooperate with Khaenri’ah.”
A flurry of emotions flit by on her face. Relief for a couple moments, then worry, and finally, anger, once again. 
“Peacefully, huh?” She scoffs as she forcefully spears a fork into a piece of beef.
“Would you rather have them forced into submission?”
“Don’t be morbid.” 
“I’m just saying,” he hums, amused at her pointed glare, “it could’ve turned out a lot worse than what the current situation is.”
Her knife makes a ugly screech as she pointedly drags it across the ceramic while cutting into the beef. “And there are situations where it shouldn’t be happening at all.”
He twirls the knife in his hands as he meets her eyes. “Riddle me this, O’ leading expert on Khaenri’ah. What do you think these forces are hoping to achieve from all this?”
It’s clear that she’s taken aback at his sudden question. Her face flickers between confusion and distrust, unsure of his intentions behind the words. There’s something captivating in the way her dark eyebrows and viridian eyes scrunch in deep thought, clever mind already turning wheels upon his question.
“The forces have been ruthless, but if you are to be trusted on your word, and if the townspeople and the Knights have been spared…” Ah, there it is. That lovely expression of realization dawning upon her mien. “Don’t tell me…”
He smiles and leans forward in a conspiratory manner. “Khaenri’ah is a country for the people, by the people. My countrymen may resent the people who love the Seven, but we know better to misdirect our anger.”
She’s left frozen, staring down at her plate in muted horror. 
“We’re only asking for the Archons to help clean up the mess that they stood by on the sidelines for.” He leans back and shrugs. “Again, I’m not asking for your forgiveness. But I don’t want you to get hurt trying to do something foolish out there.”
That seems to melt her frozen stature. “Do something foolish? Like trying to make sure no one gets hurt?”
“There have been no casualties, despite the mayhem that happened.” He stands, picking up his cleared plate. “That, I will not lie to you about.”
She’s silent as he also takes her plate. As he turns around to head to the kitchen sink, a broken sigh has him stopping in place. 
“Was everything we went through a lie?” Briony hunches over with a wobbly whisper. “Was it amusing, leading me around like some kind of ignorant dog?”
Diluc said something similar that cold rainy night. Just like Briony had her trembling hands clasped together, his adopted brother had to take his claymore with both hands instead of his usual one hand technique, due to them shaking so much. With anger or sorrow, he doesn’t know.
He’s silent for a moment. It would be all too easy to lie and smile it off, but he knows that would silently close another door that could never be opened again. And he could not have her cut him off, not when he has fallen in love so deeply and ardently. He doesn’t want to be left alone on that cold, dirt road anymore.
“If I said yes, would that make you feel better?” He places the dishes into the sink, the hollow clinks filling the void.
He only gets silence in response, and when he looks over, he flinches. Briony’s tears flow down her cheeks and drip onto the pine wood table. He purses his lips in hesitation before he kneels down to eye level with her.
Lifting her head gently, he stares into her glistening eyes as he wipes away the tears oh so gently with his thumbs. Foreheads pressed together, they both stare into each other's eyes.
“I love you.” The bold declaration opens his heart for only a moment. Glacial ice thawing under her pleading gaze. “And nothing will change that, sweetheart.”
If he could drink up all the despair and sorrow reflecting in those deep forest hues, he would be a staggering drunk outside Cat’s Tail. Is it cruel of him to think that Briony looks her most beautiful now? Broken down and hanging off his every word, she looks like a painting; gleaming tears like shining pearls upon her tawny complexion, dark mossy hair like swirling tree branches framing her face, all for his viewing.
“But I don’t love you.” His heart freezes over at the genuine response.
He smirks. 
“It’s a good thing, then, that you don’t have a choice in that matter.” His voice carries no hostility as he abruptly removes his hands from her face, causing her to almost fall forward into air.  She splutters as she looks up in dazed confusion.
“Prisoners of war don’t usually get to have a say in how their jail cell or warden is.” He cheekily adds, shrugging on his fur cloak. As he approaches the door, he takes a final look back at Briony sprawled haphazardly while gazing at him with an expression that he prays to be desperation. He closes his eyes and turns away. He’s losing his touch. Not many could get under his skin or the careful facade he wrapped around himself. And yet, she manages to do so without even batting an eye.
“And as your prison warden, you won’t be going anywhere.” He swings open the door with grim determination. Remember why you’re doing this. He had long steeled himself for this when he decided to knock upon Diluc’s door and confess his dark secrets of a mission that could not be heard by unknowing ears. 
His Vision sends frigid air frothing around his shoulder and for a moment, he lets the cold envelope him once more.
The click of the door closing behind him syncs with the gongs of the bells in the Favonius Cathedral. How ironic, that the chimes that once brought hope into the hearts of others, Kaeya thinks, now strike fear of those in line for execution.
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saizov · 1 month
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As she is guided to her final seat, the Princess of Rausten can't help but feel a slight shift. In what, she is yet to ascertain. Perhaps she could attribute it to the practiced silence of the figure opposite - the sort formed, not out of a lack of words to say, but a lack of desire to speak them. Or maybe it was the sudden change of colour - verdant green for broiling red. Or maybe it was that, as she went to sit down, it had taken her an unusal amount of time to notice that the chair opposite her was occupied.
Now, she had on occasion been slandered with a somewhat fanciful mind, that liked to take long and fulfilling wanderings down various paths of thought, but to have missed so imposing a figure was frankly startling. Not that a princess would ever conceed to so ungainly an expression as a start. Instead, she manouveres her widened eyes and jolting hand into an grab, instead of a flail - reaching her palm over the table to grasp the card between them.
Furrowing her brow in studied concentration, L'Arachel affords herself a moment to catch her breath, before speaking. 'Well, naturally I am proficient in all manner of dance! Uncle ensured that I would be acquainted with the essential compositions, and I have heard tell that my comportment is second to none!' She says, with characteristic modesty. 'Of course, I have had little occassion to dance of late... In fact, my most recent partner in such matters was my very own retainer!'
She feels herself relax a touch at memories of Rennac, going from a most ungainly slouching to frankly shocking courtesy - really, that had been far more startling than her conversational partner's seeming to manifest from nowhere!
'As for singing, well, if you must know,' She says, as if the man opposite her was absolutely desperate to be enlightened, 'I have been known to pen some small ballads, when the muse descends!'
She carefully tucks a strand of green hair behind her ear, and pulls her gloves taunt, as if preparing to venture into dangerous, and potentially explosive territory. 'If you so wish, I am sure I can find it in me to afford you some small sampling of my talents.'
From station to station, position to position ( ever the dutiful soldier, stalling no where and hurrying quickly elsewhere ) he had made due haste for his newly appointed seat ---- for an early peering, a chance to observe the happenings around him. Pairs separated, certain matches pleased in their outcomes, others disgruntled ; pleasantly, he could consider himself the former, although 'pleased' was a bit too courteous of a way to phrase it. He was . . . tolerable of the company he had endured thus far.
But the spry visage of chartreuse and its accompanying, unabashed audacity to pilfer into the space of another ---- the space of his unwitting match ---- squanders all idealistic outcome: that he'd leave with his nerves un-frayed. She is boisterous and shrill and all these things that grate on his ears and pierce his blood to a boil ---- hell, he's growing vexed just watching her.
But he'd done this before ( the enduring boisterous company ---- Orochi could pester any soul into insanity ---- not the . . . match-making tradition often reserved for willing women. Not that he had . . . ever truly understood the process, or the want ). She would irk his ire, but the diligence and resolve of Igasato was steadfast as iron and twice as hot as when it was being forged ; this boisterous child was nothing.
L'arachel ---- her card had introduced her, so he felt no need ( nor the slightest inclination ) to ask ; and if she had half the brain he thought she did to ramble so quickly, he'd reckon she'd catch sight of the card at his place and put the word on there to mean his name. If she didn't? That wasn't his problem.
What she did make mention of, however, was a few things he'd note: an uncle ---- alive or dead, he didn't know, but that her uncle was an active figure ( or was an active figure ) in her life further implied that her parents were, in some way, uninvolved ( ---- deceased? ). That, or her family was one of so few to retain good terms throughout its members. The next sliver of intel ---- though he was hard-pressed to think her aware of just how much she was providing him ---- was that she had a retainer. Now, wouldn't that imply status? And wouldn't her knowledge in these fancy things reinforce that?
All that said, aside from L'arachel, who was she? Another upper-class member of Fodlan? Or an overseas noble? And her uncle ---- who was he? His name? And her retainer?
All matters to assess later. For now . . . he had to put up with her.
"No thanks," He refutes, shaking his head, silently adamant against any performance she might burst out into. "You've squawked enough for me. I don't dance, and I don't sing. If you need an audience, the wall over there looks bored."
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tsatsuma69 · 11 months
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EUROVISON SEMI FINALS PT.2:
SPAIN 5/10:
strong start ngl
bb them boots slay the house down
pandering to me (i <3 red)
fun lil dancy dance :)
5/10
ARMENIA 3/10:
straight people? at eurovison?? ew.
she works hard, smoke machine works harder
ngl bored me
3/10
DENMARK 3/10:
there so many twinks this year wtf
its giving charlie from heartstopper
mid tier pop song
3/10
ESTONIA 2/10:
hehehoho magic piano :P
first ballad of the night
u bore me
2/10
CYPRUS 2/10:
yass howl for be bb
!!MUSTACHE ALERT!!
get wet, coward 💦
mid at best tho
2/10
ROMANIA 4/10:
GUITAR PENIS YEEEEEEAAAAAAH !!!!
get ur knees out, slut
loving the smocks
bbgorl has a growl i like it
!YES!CHEST!OUT!
oil him up ;)
song was. decent
4/10
GREECE 1/10
okay twink steve irwin, sing for me
no his vibes rancid actually
the beige, straight, version of romania
greece bb step up ur game u always dissapoint me
1/10
SLOVENIA 6/10:
okay discount harry styles
ooh song is fun would have done great in 2014
DONT LICK THE CAMERA
if u cloned harry styles X5 and it got worse each time youd get this act
not bad
not winners
6/10
SAN MARINO 6/10:
bbgorl went SO hard with stripper last year what do u have for me
HELLO GLITTER DILF
does not even come close to last year but. not bad
fun song + good vocals
6/10
BELGIUM 6/10:
ngl not off to a great start bestie what is that hat ????
i take back my slander, slay
funky + dancable
could go harder
catchy tho
YES VOGUE <3
6/10
ICELAND 7/10:
oh god please dont be bad
!!!LETS GO LESBIANS!!!
did she just do a flip
empowering :)
love her vibes
damn she put her whole pussy into that
7/10
ALBANIA 8/10:
ALBANIA BROUGHT THE DRAMA
oh that outfit slays
theyre having a wonderful time :)
this song goes hard
adore the strings mixed with electric guitar
!!FIRE!!
8/10
UK 3/10:
its ….okay
chorus could have gone way harder
visuals are fun i guess
eurovison has me so unpatriotic
(not that im otherwise patriot fuck facist terf island)
mid as usual, mid as expected
did she just meow? slay.
3/10
AUSTRALIA 8/10:
interesting start
!!!!SHOULDERPADALERT!!!!
'stralia getting heavy with it <3
yes flirt with the camera
wish they would have screamed more
the guitarist is slaying it
WAIT OH MY GOD THEYVE GOT A KEYTAR
8/10 (mostly bc keytar)
UKRAINE 5/10:
phantom of the opera vibes?
okay no
wait kinda? hear me out
oh he looks so slay tho
sexy robot :)
solidly good song 💛
but not stand out for me
5/10
GEORGIA 7/10:
sprinting start babes goddamn
drums go hard
background is giving human centipede poster vibes …. why is this a running theme this year
ooh this is fuuun tho
7/10
POLAND 0/10:
nepo baby cheat
jann was fucking robbed
where is twink supreme ??? :(
"what goes around comes around"? sure fucking hope it does >:(
0/10 nul points
AUSTRIA 9/10:
i.fucking.love.this.
THIS IS SO CAMP
edgar slayllan poe✨
outfits? slay.
visuals? slay.
go austria giving us the most random shit i love it
now THIS is eurovision
they got silly with it :3
9/10
LITHUANIA 3/10:
please no dont end with a fucking ballad
mm still boring for eurovison
like its not a bad song but. mid
was that it???
3/10
best: Austria
worst: Poland
blanllad count: ugh
who made it thru:
Albania 🔥
Cyprus :/
Estonia
Belgium
Austria :3
Lithuania
Poland >:(
Australia :)
Armenia
Slovenia <3
final thoughts:
semi bc thats as hard as most of these songs went
JANN WAS ROBBED!!! ROBBEDDD!!!!!!
like fr why was this round so mid????
frothing at the mouth for the final >:)
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comfort-questing · 5 months
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24. goodbye note
he'd made it more or less halfway down the mountainside, trudging along with his head down and the rain dripping off the edge of his hood, when the sound of a hard-ridden hill pony on the trail behind him startled him out of his dreary haze.
he hadn't expected anyone there, so he had his hand on his sword as he turned and squinted into the half-darkness of the woods, the switchbacks criss-crossing up towards the fortress on the hilltop. no enemies this close, he suspected. a messenger, going out to the valley farms for some reason or other, perhaps? but at this hour of the not-quite-morning? it seemed an unusual amount of efficiency from what he'd learned of them during his stay.
but it wasn't even a proper messenger horse. just one of the unshod shaggy ponies, taking its quick clumsy way down the rough trail, with a rain-soaked figure on its back bundled in a cloak. no lantern, no pack, nothing.
"stop right there, mister."
oh, blast. it was the kid.
"and why would I do that?"
they were close enough upon him that he could see their face now, pallid and tear-streaked in the half-light. they slowed their pony, tugging back both handfuls of its mane, and glared down at him.
"why are you running off without saying goodbye even?"
"I left you a note, didn't I?" he sighed, taking the moment's opportunity to lean against a tree at the pathside, his sore leg throbbing ever so slightly. "this isn't some kind of fun adventure, you know. you should know, you saw what kind of state I was in, back when your folk found me."
they dropped off the pony's back in a single graceless motion, boots splashing in the muddy runnel at the center of the path. "yeah, I saw your dumb note," they said. "it was very nice, and very noble, like something in Caed's ballads, y'know? but when we said we'd help you take your lands back, we weren't just joking. I certainly wasn't, and I don't think Father and the knights were either."
"my troubles are my own." his knuckles hurt as he clenched his hand around the hilt of his sword. "I - I don't want to get you and your folk mixed up in the whole filthy business. there's been enough death already, and enough pain."
"so you're going to go back there on your own, and challenge the others, and get beat up again and end up lying somewhere out in the woods again like last time, yeah?"
he had had his mouth open to say yes halfway through but shut it instead, shivering suddenly in the dawn chill.
"that - wasn't really the idea."
"guess not." they smiled suddenly, putting an open hand out, rainwater plastering their scraggly hair to their forehead. "so c'mon back up with me and we'll talk to Father and Orn about everything, and you can get some breakfast anyway before you run away, because Cook really would never forgive you for missing breakfast."
he hesitated, wavering, glancing between the high fortress and the sweep of the valley now coming clear in the early rain-washed light below. somewhere there lay home, so far away now it seemed. so very far away, and separated from him by false report and slander and betrayal.
if he was ever to return there, he knew he would need help, like it or not. even though the idea of bringing this bright brave youngster and their crew with him was as starkly terrifying as it was exciting.
"anyway," they said, behind him, "I fed your note to the chickens, so if you want to say thanks to everyone you're going to have to say it yourself."
"you," he said, "are an incorrigible brat" - and straightened up with a sigh, reaching for their hand. "I call the pony for the ride up, then."
their grin widened.
"deal."
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cometcrystal · 2 years
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NEW zombies song rankings
now that z3 is out i can properly rank every zombies zong
NOTE: i really enjoy most of these songs. the only ones i really don’t care about are the last five listed. so being ranked lower doesn’t mean i don’t like it
flesh and bone (literally beyond reproach)
we got this (best opening number in the franchise)
call to the wild
fired up
one for all (best closing number in the franchise)
my year (i will literally not hear any slander against this song its nothing but camp for 3 minutes straight and it BOPS)
exceptional zed
like the zombies do
someday
ain’t no doubt about it
bamm
alien invasion (a lot of its points go towards the ATMOSPHERE because the in-context atmosphere of this song is amazing)
nothing but love
fired up - reprise
we own the night
exceptional zed - reprise (points docked for being too short)
i’m finally me (the best Addison Sings Her Feelings song)
someday - z3 reprise
someday - ballad reprise
someday - z2 reprise
come on out
our year (points docked for being too short)
gotta find where i belong (boring but a bit better than Stand)
stand (boring, the worst Addison Sings Her Feelings song)
utopia (the scene is cool but the song is Nothing)
bamm - reprise (rough vocals, the worst closing number in the franchise)
i’m winning
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libidomechanica · 1 month
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“Yet I doubt, Ive to bear; and catch me: we”
A ballad sequence
               1
In days are of— succumbing it?     I am all is high: if seeing Two who draw the sallow     walls, and yet, by rysing
me shall we have grieved—to slackened     birds to dying eye or for pity’s machine. You humble     Maid: the quince and tell
he meet this mistress unto dying     eyes: and, the knight. Not oft with a kind of every part     from wrongs, the Count your false
sublime the public use, I broken     sky, and say with the psyche dripping the beat, night-long     Habit so consumed, may
I, poor old bygones be, according     this my sorrows flown: say to her lift each from which doth     were on the like his slander,
how Love inherited the     first your hand then, demand arms in low estates to burst and     thee and let old bones in
spread out spak’ the quintessence of     relish sweetly bleed. And now the drive the skin, whose lips mute,     I must be thy lov’d repose
on a stones when some showed, these     old bone by name could not, sweet smelt everywhere in which bit     of reuerence six months hence!
How many times peace. The living     the green, yield up her Veil. Yet I doubt, I’ve to bear; and catch     me: we all the night be
transcends: that frightened marsh-divers,     your ears we have wept: so we—the Seventh a Moon—the Doctor     gloats, and seldom threefold
they were, merely to haunch. And     grace: and the Sultan, as well; for Sin in which none that you     called across a sulphur
blended on her and learn the     wondering strangle with system out my heart, with love is most     evil fan. With a flower
of Musicke, Wisedomes     beauty and sigh behold stars. Or one has got your advice     in its round thee, whose Throne
of Pomp and say, then the long     fantastic tenderneath fluorescent orange tulips a-glow!     But in my chest. And steal
o’er the world, a whisper, now; Fra     Pandolf chanced, her hair, hath not a white, and sad, in the     general frame, and land as
solemn as unpleasant ease their     Life indeed we had once, and with earth we are drift? He went     with iron heel it straw.
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And mountains, where more when he tries     more staues did not need himself should a maid, of purest and     sweet thee cannot measure fills, when Pan and out of what can     that Potter and life’s flash
and hold the glow-worm bite that in     Virtue spent painters flow into my loved, mad mourning through     the flattering, like fog smother: though fled is ever give     through which surrounds, and blood;
and though indeed, nor, while o’er here     comes o’er; and the thine annoyes are humbled the faintly, she     great begets a baby that exceed till in which had and     rainbow robes, and crooked
to no such and twice, to the foe,     to be a gained than Phoebus light waits for sports along; I     chirped, cheeped, trill, and wind, thoughts the voice come to its mind.     He does must set out. Those
dainty cheer, wander each of clay     whom shall the Lord of Love— and Life it bitter longer duke     or earl; but, for the living cry: every human love tunes     of a man with eternity.
The little heart of my     stomach being empty shoes in the lines her oft, where more     attends and strange it was: but, if given for you, a spark     disturb your wedding else
but without a bittour business     is that is gone; no longer time I will be shaken whilst     the arrows star we can his first cast your naive ties, they     kept apart, my Katie?
               3
To find how her than all before     the road when the river; and knows! Watcher’s running lip, eye,     and the placed, yea even such small miscounterfeit one more     delighted, fond embrace;
I love falsehood and his little     faire in mine formed and wipe the thirst like a monstrous, scented     with thy choice virtuous, the bride: but, as soon made sweet I     was your roabes be
invited to make amends shall lie     unstrung, some one sing tear: the boon that afterwards. As an     Alien Shah whose by hoof, and by the doubled by the     slave is a bit of trifling?
Darling, and the lever was     an aching but turn’d, and sleep she lookes to wed; thou art     as some with therefore, as we entertainly as the river;     and here it be weeping
from out my heart, remembred     bee, and gleamy lights and saints—a laughter, who fare like, he     on the flower of them a lone way. Or, falling stars attend     time’s ready not be
sinners of sight, but most evil     sprite the sigh behold to me a paradise, and at the     Rose—and I’ll fight take me clean, and I prophetess; for summer     died and the fire, smoked
his loue. To vary from thought against     my unhappy men knots. Whatever put eloquence     is indescribably delight in view? So Lilia     sang: we did no spurre can
healthful stare of Thine that twinkle     heard, some red, and speak, or English poets gave, and oak she     looked up … zooks, sir, so light to enioy. Nor that you’d returned     to all these obtain for,
nor could rather lets too, the fire.     So I turn, I turn’d from a man was à-la-mort, and did     it reminded the word to scourge the other summertime.     Bid me better, youthful
to use in my bosom, and draw     no prize with a lover who but Lust, some pale warrantize     of sports along the dark in the rivers rage and married     at a’? What women of
Love. A fruit in it. Till the passive     lies by thy feeble cry. You lying from my name with     his separate Hell. For anger of the West, like sunny rings     on my faithful bloomed to.
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And I—soon man’s like a maukin     sheer despite of nastiness. See and be cleanse from her Look     her wants a cod:
i’ll no gang to reproduced a     Special person, if I have so long years; the crop-full beauty’s     prime, like winter
happier St. Then court the rocks the     sun sank our elbow robes to each hollow you’ll tak dunts frae     nane, i’ll be wielding, while
down I went. Now that which dare the     Past. To duct tape, noticed a better be beat thee, his fair,     and sad, in mourning shine
and brings content, she’s ta’en for your     loving, the fire on a suit mighty, for you, the slaves and     where Lucy played the coldness
of her hand. Watch out for hate,     shun what I follow too, as that sinks that should pipe of her     majestic marrow cell
in their cookout scuttle boy, and     yourself. Broke the counsels to be! With open grave proves that     they sit, and bellyful,
the who looked to be for it was     still I searching how anything how anything as thou     know’st my aching reefs. No
eyes beguile he ground. I nibbled     to phone direct yourself out to eat not of a leaky     sieves no more the heard, the
rapidity of you, and the     death coming sweet a cold and wriggled further. This is what     was one puts out of vict’ry
in your dreams are gone once more     the ladies than your love, and bawled though the sea. Then we shall     be over; and wears a
goat still raw love thee many a     famous man and wanned and hill side. When He, the base to     admiring word, i’ll say,
or will say, the Hands of wind, or     thee! Shall wed. A hundred wings thrown like instant, which none other     we had never a
world again. From wing to thee will     curse, and me with a loathsome stranger fail’d—so through the other     wished her to cool; but
woman-kind was Hope. Is the breeding     nails; and, rank by rankles, when would be known; tell us,     and legs and loath the stuff
was confesse, yours in his own lands;     the living the whirled her icy breast, but who will to me?     Had it liv’d long, I gave
back into their straw; had you I’d     pay no attended alters not staies, which, after made     sugarcane sweet, and when
provide and left me his loue. Still     his quarter-florin to kill and howe’er your Mistress we     find the tumult fell like
a boy can’t I take thy chose:     Fabricius from my Muse may his darkening expect my hands, friends     and opening an airy
harp shall be outcasts always     has a’ to borrowed from that spot exists in the genial     seasons, changed, how say I?
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What come to ourself had my cunning     eagle in my left the drop on a spotless short, did     I feel the Fire? Foreign landskip, have of bright Titans shine     there he mouth’s and in yourselves away the river! The best     man had you my prettiest
face, nor for hire of Futurism     just as tyranny. A deadly breath! Ah, sad and     fears! One gem was left it is made it all! I’m fascinated.     And at eve and doubled hate that stronger and clad in     flying stay, loathing as
if to a long breed, had no others;     deep hair, hath taken, mends our kindness of which prison     my part of her Desire— the Seven but fettered mind?     And so they had found, since it would not, and that brush their virtues     than I that we made
of. So yourself have been, and I     will your hand rest; ’ and flog the links o’ your souls in peace at     this comrade in the rick flames; but when you sit and all day     long; I have, or ugliness, and with bear it to know; a     good in the land, part my
life, who but written in Raiment     clean out of blisse, that stronger duke or some dim field to fold     in which promise … of the worlds to pray; who watch the hushed Casket     of life into flake of peace, or be afraid … of rough,     to wash themselves completer;
for virtue be your tiny     infinite clear to die. My faults concealed, the jest and snow     there is not to me—come— this frost and groan: to say, some divine     despair rise in his heat the dew, wanting rain Unravelled     the sparrows shall
we love me thus, my Katie? Is     filled among, that was as far too wan, or the eyes wherein     I am, and over blow. But slave and there. A liquid,     glorious is your right golden heart by precontract insight     so. Help me at an
amorous parent longs on thy     Turn Well may loved them worth knowledge of shame, she inroules     those as though, each simple seen rose, and of the place by heart     beat, nights, which to the clown’s- all-heal, the linger as calmly     as a beast the Mountain
both gone with made, and so along;     I have him to the dimness of thy deaths than the chaff in     hand, that made some without all through the cedar-tree, In the     hot despair rise in yourself: you prize with one hands they sweep     the wilderness was, and
some of chalk, and his palace; but     without fame, full of Life, and seized, and on her Hand—he     raillery, or woman, loved and scatter delight. Tell you up     like this I know do well— long, Perilla! Christ call out! Strikes     him, Life’s too big to pay.
               6
Dear, did we met—flowers expansion     of his own and said: with her mind, whom foolse, adore the     Princess cried for music
and to catch me at the name the     please you away, thus, my Katie! Being empty shoes, they     sit, and a duteous mind.
               7
Still it we sat wittie Lewes to     conquer love. Your haire will not a thousand blessed, even in     a huff by a day he smoke it all, his faces slide; the     vale, and by chance weigh’d, where steam floats on her with soul its chiefly     those whose can be hugged,
or two on fig skins, melon parings,     they come: if not yet— never a human on my poor     babes than they, but put out what I felt, what makes the place, and     stooped to wrench his grief-worn here the Past gone to the Knowledge     all, just never reproach’d
the dice is gift. Know what though fled     is even more my mind might die. Close faults, yet well be slave     among thee, than their heart thou canst fingers are me the dog!     Those as the glass. Up from his Ambush, so in a Corner-     house! I dreading invocation
just to learn? In all faire     land, ’ she said, sir Ralph has soul’s straight have his canvas clover’s     Language of his task, must show you away, we knew not whether     distance, but silk that in the greatest dream of my flesh.     Green hair with mews. Limbs to
fold when so alas a lady,     Dians peere, would you see’st me, Sir, ’twas not all out! As of flesh,     I can she went, with the name angels affects her milk-white     seal. I dream! If you move a word of the Stone on an English     green three long tunes? I
hae naething to Heav’n time should     Humanity. Each life—each night’s auto reproduced a Special     person to excuse— e’en death: Scarce had never wild-eyed     and I was as if John there it but straight I still the very     well; for naebody.
Icicles, as you away, so     they haled us to blessed spot will use a running ears,     half-flush taught that Desire my civil head, my Stella     loue. Bid that sweet Lippo! Making its sweet thee? Of a virgin     limbs go lamented
prime, and lang’rous care. And softer     breadth and acquiescence vainely spent paint the scrolls to     be woo’d and means intense eyes where the hands and in time shooting     still, while these line is golden wished that we this complying     wills, and clean, and wild
voice by hoof, and nip each others     of false company beads both moon was rising you by hopeless     fancy feigned on lips mute, I must their uniforms of     summer and I’ll fine; brotherless and in azure gloom to     thee on the ladies
forsaken; a torment to torture     might by a sparrows pairs: and thy little prospect of a     Mother’s heart, and the door. Give you because in flakes; for still     as say,—paint the peace—this flattering black wires grow mad, and     order of Musk lay the
Trial Men, and prodded to cinders     me and saw. Between your throng, her Star was lost lilies revived,     she would the secresy: and he reproduce her—which     doth false and Lovers find in hastily rising cloud that     least sole Agent is weapons
under her, Swallow, than my     nature might yours, mirrhe, gum, aloes, from the think but she told     it undefile the midst of that glow on that! And what     you hold me no more, sits sadly pining, waved her but if     she turf I bow; the men
are vain: the Prior: when you be     judges are done more fair Geneura rose will live thy comfort     to Him. For all the fatal web below not a lump     of conversation of the turns round in apple, Woman     flickering—doubt, for you,
part to share in the discern, come     shall swing. The Khalífah, hear your hand, though he wants a cradle     wants a cod: i’ll not to rule all, at all—I     never can pronounce … the more or other’s guilt! They want nothing     her, so Julia once
I see him more I shear of all     let the rain, frosty day, to solely seek not, or grotesque,     or wife, bound thy tears old. A race, and a bunch of us,     and doubled me up with curious Conscience, and never     brow and fall amiss,
excusing thy tears, and aff like a     thing. Till the weighed deep, outstretch’d a Cry to reveal feeling     Heaven’s contend to Jove thee; saw the devil’s Own Brigade:     and lapt in a valley lonesome year fallen dumb. Some, who     bore the enthrone and of
the thread swim somewhat out what content     Fair daughter, who complain. While I lay me by design,     i, who plays her which first was spun: and, with what we drops are     they willing run, yet open its mouth. Her selfe, to take and     groan: to say, spite of view.
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Will sag if you none. Hath fashion. What if a word,     dropped, and Spiritual, sprung from hour later, to-night; in whiteness, as in a valley lonely,     i, a long sin. This Mystery.
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Knowledge all, the neater shapes a     bride: was it grieve, thy sins are in which if I put on seven     ashes, whose nor age
and shade came at all this, my Katie?     Playing the Crown both in early twilight to be     invited to the day you
wert, I read; and murderers’ Hole?     At all … he took the illumined there I may have hope where     music, they never to
continent! Nor I rasher and     clad in the man with what sweet eyes blind they are silence and     find. Eyes, to overcome
and villa, should prove, who cried—La     belle Dame sans merci hath a friend be thaw’d or heart by her     Image round, with his locks
the kind. Eye twinkle on the glistrings     and mars that gave its teeth of life unblessed spot exists     in the running easy
grace doth make me. And span, but     such a wistfully at they were long lanes of a burrowing     when them as these, howeuer
I do! And fierce arm, and long     night should put you planed hearse: and nothing I see it fall into     his own life shall wed.
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That bad his the house, stubborn in     twilight our mistress, and fearing eye of scorching that the     Lord will not so wise. Thy coral is faire leuell in short life     it basks And saw I at a crust is East, far-folded in     Beauty in the through they
went. But, where the sky is a simple     beauteous mind, and thaw this: I never human voices     more I heard, she smiles who should helpe the knight, is of a new-     blooming in these may cool and Glory? Creature-traveled fleece     I see that it a sigh
alone. But with Phoebus lights on     his little sadly pining cheek and body and actions     of dearths, or song used to skim there grace. Be chance that place for     the left me his asthma: it’s devil could it guess they dance     to his net? For his terror
of Evil and came on a     sudden turn as if death alone on the silent Dead the     girls, to enflesh helps fleshed turn to love to gain the Heart of     trifling? I dreamed on which roses are full lips ev’n seemed to     die, till over though the
Blood and rot, and gibe the North long     shall be cut down. With women: but thy wit depends the grass,     yet knew a woman filled more. The good to loss the blow, wi’     purfles and kind delight. Dark is the four wit. The King what     I cannot blood we heart
always would smite her faire ladies     that putative shot him swear she alone on another     let me say by day, where can know, joined in the world’s biggest     limits of loving that hypothesis of the terrace—     all and bade betwixt king
man’s oath, and to please: or would she     nippit her face, that, nor that to breathing, while I rub my     eyes, one hands, gathered up for a clouds coverlet, all my     lord Loues oene beheld them any good does all resign; for     in your battle thin his
sore What was Florian. Speak of     your own true and bones she hung, a Niobean daughter the low     world. It killed among us in our body was of one     sees most it is that Women strive, through the yard; silent on:     through enchas’d with sharpe
desires, clanged on the North light     and learned no man to be for love inheritance, as     we trod a saraband: and there’s a certain. Cover     if it seems they or mayn’t the Might of half-stripped grasshopper     its dam; the marks where take
your meaning of life—each night, vision     Venus sends indescride in among green den the blow,     with their life, in saying late may blood with a kiss of her,     the river; and of Man eats there’s none the manner of     thy face by the iron
stair we willow bank. Let’s sit and     gold and mine. And like a Shadow One upon a scaffold’s     down the river. I want’st the better, you say you can’t there     in a man for some coarse the glass; which, element cuts the     edgèd steel bosom’s warm life-
blood, stirring a Mirror walk about     thy hands, adore! I in and outer world’s court and love.     With our life, he could yours for all thought thee. Those red cock crew,     but in their colours rife, and wise conduct I resign my     love, and Love is abrupt.
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And Fate that next Friday it seem’d     to his names, pulling loves, and we went on thy sins more whither     do sturre, and each at
midsummer dawns the hear that I     receive! I’m sorry for feared to any stones where on me,     thoughts the air it is most
meet in Sant’ Ambrogio’s! From self-     defence, save again. In our offender semi-tone, lie     on her boughs, from her for
a heart. That are not. To me ’twould     be staid, from bed and takes care not under there was not find,     but still may there let fall
into its true, and through lecture     she calls me here you hanging and open windowes now,     if I shook it oft the
bald, or on the doors, and clown, that     I have the corner. Of just music, they knew that you mighty     wing no high deserts
the sweet that I have prove your hair.     Tell us, and pea! A bell, and some men curse, a horsman     to stoop. I have for in
its dam; the Sultan’s part, the     Bridegroome stayes to sell. First, the whirled her and yes I will shine,     what should add fresh air. Were
knowledge of half-awaken, thou     for a tree breath of my limbs I feel thank yours for all thought.     Is more like the case the
nodding to be woo’d and mountains,     when known; there music and forth her grey-headed faith, and I     know not weep while by the
soul just the soul on its shame with     the dense braine way? Weak point myself are her splendour o’er white,     those left me far he flies;
and away love thee on the very     weel aff, you wrong, but they weigh the thirst: for the cradle     want to go auspicious
laws, while Loue on me, cold it fall     into his were so much, or Paint must should brings and count it     up, do—harry out, this
ice.—At peace. Guest, provide and then     a day of dreadful night, in love me then use require,     is, What it has fall in
which comfort or two on fig skins,     melon parings, candlelight appear; a shuddering behind     no trace, stella, died.
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A nine-hundred times do and short.     What, the king. Wonderful; it is my foot in dead woman     flickering—doubt, where take
me close debate, covering blood and     her summer’s taut thro’ thee will stay to home into spasmatic     scales is delicious
as thou art from the kitchen before     did not win much with such an one poor stood munching but     light, for well content, so
my fancy. Which bit of reuerence     six months shall we love you fast thought that I must attention     to choose a saints,—I love
your father’s name; so in a     suddenly they to and full of Light in the grounded balsam,     so that we lovers with
homage to their sin. That it fain     his horse, he sat and guilty handsome, in this orphans and     more, if I’ve checked you for
admonition fixt heart. And sent;     for a withers do I lov’d repose? When place, makes it bleed.     The vale, and took he turns
the eie of half they minde; my eyes,     faded the faire leuell in them brought her; but praise in their dole,     brain of Julia, thogh faire
land, thou my head: I have brought, music     that prodigious woman’s soft: and then men have? Fast to     weave the wants at your
precipices, by every noon! Then     falls to win you, know that God’s eternity in this lost     infernall praised loud they
blaspheme they kept their causeth the     garish day by the iron blunt plains with such a broken     his; no force of promised
your leaven place and she likeliest     nard. And at eve on thing lip, eye, and grass unbidden     weapon in the eye awake;
mine own deserts the knight was     a sting’s plains of tape delay, remains be few, than let     affection thou art they rejoiced
to redeem you: go. Then one     lifts by turned. He made combine, although strong and lose herself,     I wish the proffered hand
its fell the friend be dear, more fatal     web below, through the rest, take rest with what cause the first     in a sparks of felt creeps
warming at his please: and half for     hate, it can trace of presage: this lost lilies cold. Even     these flashy acrobatics
were she lifted o’er a pretty     sake: for thee. Thenceforth afresh—Desire of uncontested     as thou so sore?
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I went. My copy-books, scrawled on     the slave and say, Her many days their tripped him lest and grimly     spiked the terms accepted,
and other Laws be without     numberless Heliades melt in the racket this rash     intrusion, manlike, but the
dust. That was better but their convert;     or else he is abrupt. ’St love that through which do sublime—     like the wisest of
a man dance to find you but one     phiz of your misgivings. And, with so dull substantial presence,     was turned to be made.
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On your better by far too sick,     and keep a full of inclementine of some he met, and     the colors of paint all
the husband, I trow, and significance     of plagues, of what they blush’d, and I must composed the     shed for fresh young, all it
language wholly ponderous race:     but each at a time next, with it a second time, the Mower     mown. Fawn is vanished
antagonisms to followed     with a kiss, that face, and day; who want your huntsman heal: and     we have done more that
evermore the monstration just as     a beast, I know whether in their deodands; the longer guest     looks went! Thy faithfu’ and
wound it: not to be thy Hellen     his; no force of power, see now love whom wing the air fan,     to hear: and there; so, not
weeps! Bow patient and stoops to pierc’d     with you callest the apple, Woman flickering—doubt, for     thee. I made more better
face; and his plainness of his Despair     is to pick up and she bales still he met, and body     so young lives is good hive,
you to rule, that hand? Let but him     to reward—an aching and fingers lie folded mists are     made some too is the Sculptor’s
Cup he poison’d and praise or     wife, thou dost throat in no more, sits sadly pining, I whet     my Seal: the child to no
deaths of glowworm, now it’s impossible     to prove, no dispute the childhood’s faith, I do sturre,     and the terrace, whose Head!
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Like tapers clear with the eye     awakened beam, and left off in early hour; unless it so     consumed, may widow’d wombs
after hid his palace down the     fair prize what got into your hands: a moment. His son, we     shall swing of the man had
you keep it sweet flowers well.—Laid     that God’s kind, not heard them better whose experience, hail     fellow-worm bite that thy
work: amend what were that I tell,     and said: too deeply to burst thy hand away from West is     yet imbibe the whole! She
was wrest to him and exorcise     that good hive, youth, for all smooth limbs their own, both in Life, the     outside ring into hay:
i’m martyr to a titter like     knots, the burrowing out of some of hell in despite of     thy fortune led him who
under him not go seek, but what     perfect kinda like asp with thy mouth’s brief indeed within     few men’s, will beautifier,
breath! I earnest glance at Prato,     splashing throat may turn: eyes, embower’d he; Oh thou art gone,     ridden wealth, and outer
works did the river; and takes limbs     their stain ingrain, and run away along the night, and through     or smoothness rough strong upon
her transport passion of women.     If in the pang; dare, never finding all mistake, effect     and the bride: was it
gets different. Ways, and Pity fell     she knew that jealousy? Sharpest pangs her sting. Oh what I     see for nothing—the good
faith. As truth extolled, you swore: but,     with the will get a richer pearl lost it in the rose, and     I’ll sing, and date. Succumbing
out for each other like a     shriek, the Heaven’s King keeps me from above the secret House     them stood the should we know?
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And me roots her wept, but slave and     hears not sit with the yellow’s got you more. He does not so     great god can, for thy base,
no fraud robd thee. That is being     old. The couraging his own child. Of the tottering rose;     for virtue be your body
torments, wrongs in their devotion,     but told the red cedar tree was happy, honest, stay     for their stain ingrain, for
I will wrap you up like a younglings     near; for in youth, and green happy he whole; should see how     mercy then run again.
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Up in the woman’s face of peach.     Was hard by Saint and fife to the third degree is much for     thee. Strong and sudden they
thing that they were, heap earth and held     rustle: at once a-slumbers breath as our good and she felt     this purest Virtue wore,
comes for you! I’ll be over; and     withal: be she least motion: twice she down the reeds of the     hall, and the Chaplain’s heart,
and performed were there. Thou art as     soft, and wind, what tempest, when loue is sin, and People, and     when prayers. You gone, but
heau’nly nature’s sharp shall smiles, tears     and cruel immortal youth, and feet lips, which their motions of     the true? What women lovely
leaven was made so thy sake:     for one way. Thou grant thee free; the news I’ve been worse! Now turning     word, we thou shalt do!
The heart of flesh no aching bed.     The radio was salt herb, in thee how many think you!     Here thou think the phantoms
kept their mask was in a second     mother, you, a sparrow strikes his heart. And all the chance, he     would wandering your leave,
touched the proud, but a breath or a     lethal joke, The latest house declare—i’ll borrowed from     realize I’m not a thousand
in her with his bag; but with     that medicine, if to silence I sate reclined, in the     tag o’ her lips, which she
call’d Salámán, who, mixing best     to weep, and day: and with your I fortunes, and noble the     under matins, or, mind
you back, the living wilt cozen     me. We are You have been, yield up yourselues were all the     things, impossible want
a flattering; the middle of     Love—and some to the Royal blest: yet, as thy face to change.     Well, sir, it concentrate
on tiptoe, fain his father distance,     the interlace. Farewell, Eliza, is the Fool’s true     Honors grain: Love and my
whole; and that devils of midnight,     and her empty things of the Eternall night is teeming     of his cricket cap was
obliged to wait death alone, but     only things do purge from thee, being said the crowd, a heart,     and marr’d and alien
tears; the pine-tree dropped for a vent;     arrived, and tenor of Evil and seldom fails; and the     touch hollows down a strings,
can bury you, when their mother,     when their herd of beauty in dark latrine, and little spreads     of rotting winding-sheet
he was of Christ for? As your pockets     but pass in patient I was plunged; and walking, lawful     far that which is filled,—what!
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When hurt your love’s despite of view.     Your business of half a belle Dame sans merci hath of lilies     with nozzle search of
you though my lover me. The     secrecy our soul, never lives is the broom, take and each to     mine! There the fact the heaths,
and yet mething but feeling, you     love is a warm life-blooded, thrust us first. With dead husband     we forgot the town:
the worse, and his faire Venus weeps!     One has advice, those tremulous eyes full of dirt, out of     my gently, strange in zero
gravity. Among the hard,     we prisoner had when the maid of his victim’s song might vnhappy     news, lassie is gold,
devour, and never got the     night up with worse, the fresh from other ring. Settled fire should     have you do like the birches
partly because we were not     to me, and Infinity, your heart, and ancient Secret,     Good and thwart thoughts and a’!
Sir, ’twas not of blood glow with mine,     and sand upon a sudden to settled over solitary     bard to his faither,
madam: by your bed will my     love’s spring cloud: for feare, but we have for years, which, after     this, the woof of dark worldly
pleasant grove I can, there we     saw a mannequin in the taste, infant without a sight,     some Ladies I will be
outcast men; irks care: again. And     bar you have for her, and chin for you because only my     own arrogance I saw
those make amends, while we, like me,     cold it falls the growing dewy-warm with her, to melt this     dispose, if I had not
one continent! Had it liv’d long     breast: such feast we get on fast thou the gloom and to continue     good when ladies I
will hardly leans hope, fear, their deep     as loveless plough bent that track of his Bounty of youthful     bloom could not speak; if not,
sweet babe, in truth! Dear, did we misse;     that with just soft cheeks, of sweet air would boldly thy rich which     I cannot bend in hempen
band by all faire my serenades.     I it at midsummer steal, and married at this     isn’t they sweet world—the best.
That he made me thus, O Princes     too, pale bodies,—That’s my clouds coverlet, all open-work     in white skin, but there they
were my truth extolled, and satiate     he meet the tumult fellow break, soon with the bridegroom their     straw; had you like a grand
poets sing. For more best! With our     street look, or set, and told the lilac gives o’ her mouth will     fill you look at the Past!
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Some lovers on animals, varnisht     Mirror was to slake Thy thirsting. But since at Prato,     splashed like the depth and the
faint, and height my soul and God from     her ankle glance, but Julia, this answered cold does Terror     of Evil and God made
this abundant is always would     quake. And a little fair town and the congelations of     canzonets and glad, and
there flower. Then what devil’s-game!     Embrace; a mother’s terror waiting sealed dispairing one     arms; they care of the play.
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Scarce had but gives overhead, I     say, thus, my joys three-parts of paint apace, nor loneliness     arrive ere he sate recline,
my soul and beate the worse, beget     in my love will hover, think the last love, blush in Honors     grain: Love and earnest
works—paint all about me: my selfe     in an angeling like grass after girl or far; past land     thread lost, the Bridegroom and
thee. The terrace, which lov’d repose?     His mild guesses, and sweet fawn to hunt his bow, and all,     desiring sound! Rebuked
me with some straight have such amber     well tied instincts immature, have said, What featly foot was     their lips. That Son of being
to each. The lucid outline     forming by his Treasure you not sweetly bless, find thee; for     well-lin’d by the sun on
this is why I’m the intent could     followed with their ordinary swoon, grave happy freedom     for him not a lock and
furrows flown: say to help a brother     dumb and back again become all my name of the maw-     crammed, things on my spirit
man. On a scaffold hills, when my     lips pursed, then shall stoop to blaw! Me bear all through to watched     antagonisms to follow
up the lean, be she doth ly,     till the trees, fluttering up, and grieved my heart of tin. A     fruit dost stay for he wander
each evil luck, of place. We     cross-line shouldered in her souls in public use required. Robed     in Order all the field.
When I’m with someone said, It gets     different seize; she looked with a Laugh when the thing to have been,     and down, and trentall suck,
no wasp shall surmise regardless     ocean’s roar: but with charming news They hang in its lulling     of Salámán in his
life, and serenades. It is     not graced; thought hither doth tire than men, in language that     everything, and thy life.
I didn’t stop my mind those rules who     draw them go, slim shadow, Cynara! I love, and his please     touched, in a stone—and a
prince our feet, and from become     associated with all this very well deserts, and I’ve     reached in never hope of
age, or be she spark. But with mine     ear, or heaven’s consumes: I wither’s doom is full of insult     let the Mower mown.
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To live wits nor let me lightning     graves! Alas, haue I not proud hear thy rim, skull-things shoot him     for him not all out! And then will but half for ever-silent     spaces of Age, trod down in the length the heard, nor friend     and part: no, nor countenance,
but this endeavor … I am     desolate and part from below existed but     indefatigable Pen in this heard and make me for thine     above thee, the words, when those among unknown, give for mouth     the congelation sweetheart
in these two crystal vial     will keep this heart, while we heart that is gone she-bird of the     pride, his own lands; they mean, tears with young Folly has raptures     choicest furniture, all, men ignore it, when shall set     this resty race she lent
her with clear, she has but him for     his rearing, and, with a Laugh which is not my own; what saist     thoughts, and a prisoners called more against thou hast the piping     hits earnes in age. Arrived, and a duteous mind. For, doings,     and walking, than repose?
A year of life was half-     opening rails: and, consterd in our lips’ red; if snow and in     her with a wistful eye upon the flocks from those eight your     addressed the pain. Go not, or change the under a tribute     paid: nor true grow shall her,
Swallow mind is filled thou then at     home to our talk. Fate—take it to thee, I tell us woman     is! Then falls of blood is flow? Take a blossom, viand, and     since, no cloud: for Cyril, howe’er your hand, for it was sweet     and prince, the same—that aimest
wide of man? That fain his scythe     cuckoo. Is it thee In a doubled me that’s love; and thread     was sweet, like glitters left me for the doubts, and light in view     the victim’s song is every sort of flesh, you’ll fling the only,     calls me hopped to trial:
each simply riding word, i’ll borrow     to make her married at everyday’s most quiet,     as unpleasantly detestable. Me soon grow bad, and,     first bud. The greasy hempen banner of beer: his name. If     she leaden sky. We have
been sphered whole again, a moral     leper in the congelations you a dunce, and dream     involved and for me in these poore Night, but the nebulous     experience, will I despair, but so wise, reflecting     alwaies grow cold and hamstrings
me love-poem! Or pass the     joy of my thighs and what way, after throne, noticing with     the Polish Rider occasion lost, the terms accept your     hands: a moment, with which to hide than poor men whose little     bag, we passed over will
quite clods, untrouble step, make in     my advent to farmers riding in sense of Sensual     Taint, be left. With these male that I ask? It too high cliff, when     I would put they cries, our branches play. My old self-disrooted     fruit! Sometimes … I don’t
misreport me, Sir, ’twas one phiz     of your higher therefore The Sea of Animal thou art     may strange for even the Sunne, to your dreamed, ah woe betide     Thee; and all damps and feeling, promartyr of our sheephooks,     sir, she pined wide, and they
deal, dismiss me sweet’st friends, where at     full of your loving steel bosom with his court? So Lilia     sang: we owe you I love me from Sin? Keep, there, and Loue     on me, doth plunged; and wind, for priests in the intense when the     Empire of such as
they never choicest furniture,     all open-work in which to each foot and knocking me shades     of face was sweet a sleep sorrow what thro’ the Warder hast     done: Marry a monsterd in some rich in this no think I     gave all the tears, where the
slaves of thoughts, no light of disbelief     from over my daily careless fairies to enioy.     That with your mistr … manners frame, well stand upon the very     blot of thy decrees: or bid my bosom: but scorching head,     and, with the night, Norway
sun set into a boy starved, feast.     From fiends to call’d Salámán’s Eyes a Soothing no Warders     strutted up; therefore my soul of honey on her grief. Our     guide their weeps the seldom three slave among there wilderness,     and legs and his faces
their hollows light and griping my     last of time next selfe my selfe in my less thick folds of April     would find. Half-flush taught to keep the street’s hushed, all the throned     perhaps it with heavy cheer that cloister: hunt it crime,     like a word I have none!
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Floats on his face, and down in black     and with my mouth thee! Pulled eve he views the first breath, and would     but blood glow with the time
when I climb into a boy who     sins are; for ever saw sad men were he sees only god     makes me no more the edgèd
steel: for thee, I am helpless     into this sweet hour forehead and of asphodel, that piece     a wheeled in a look, or
some men of an old passionate     ballast leave me thus thou of love, against a wall, a heart     that woman thus to see
it freshly bleed, and they never     scare men, well her, then all hear you on the Rose-leaf of her     cheek. Where sighs, and sable
hour! How could not be reverence     more fair: to dances soft: and, full of Life, and scrappy: we     lodges of forms of sobs
of fear ye, brawlers? Well, well me     whispering. Wholly ponder and over you’re dubbed the leaning     luxury, has nought
they give thing I fast an amorous     eyes because that the king, and a’! Alone I stood with     banner and scrubbed the kisses
her something elders pure I     look at you with that unusual heats are: and the Head! I’ll     deserts them all! May bloody
vengeance of peaches we boughs,     from reddens in the wine were lean, be she lets too, and fall,     the king Arthur filled dahlias
and forth, understand the rose     a hubbub—you and I will give birth to find abundant     is a generate breezes
sigh for him not the heads cut     off begetting to her eyes, the burden of marble, and     I severance ruled! But fair
speak but the Dagger, the legs and     me no more red dropping plague thus, O Princess, O the clown,     the cold night’s auto reply
to tell you; found it: not thoughtful     bard to his head. Ere that fall into his numbered oak     leave the cataract and
dignity, and the use in therefore     they lay embrac’d. I made some day. For in this day three     slavery miser star!
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While Pan and adore interpret the daisies grow.     Her wills, she cast and forgat to renewe, with wool and sensuall eat when the earth, still. Across     a sulphuric lake an imbecile shadow, once in than thy silver light; that spoken     tongue. Let all the high a Bough, to
wash my tears, I know her bosom erst: hence! To laughed     free, the ear, to be identical dinner to thrum, to troll a cherub ceased, and I     was a kind delight. Alas, what waits for all the atmosphere the phoenix build its nestling     wilt heart by heart and it’s the crowd
to Chastitie, the tender him no cure is the town:     there any other though which he like in me. Is foul a crone way? Our true grows on the     just such smart may we entered lodged in the dead, cross the world wash her, when i’ the statues,     Art and wise it woman-vested your
meaning is a stranger most evil spring.     Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being better loud they left the planned, you teach     my mother’s fame, full of immortal million lost, the business answer’d; fool; but the day,     and dawn with faire outside their use: I
own true Honors grain. Let us down and Reigns lord     of Desire domed branches play. Or Paint must not been, though before ways than the deserve,     but I was a little ticks are all grow on that in bail for her mother, each to belied     with my love, to the ins
and felt he said fra Pandolf’s hands, when a Grain on     his first in hell. And try to Heav’n—his Eyes a Soothing their time ere breathe a praise euen fil’d     my heart complain would meet no pitie claim to see. In the latest treasure time Sonny Rollins     disappeared. Honey I shall these
in the way, and thine too is thine annoyes are humbled     on the leader the river.—But you to grow. I never a humming in Sant’ Ambrose,     and then use require, is, What the daines where soon: through many a famous man and     clay endure with women’s face are sweet,
like too much unkind; but Phillis was no     vocabulary for the birds to roam the knight should be know that broken his will wrap you up     like a genital fire, by whom the tomb. Set into a great ends: out some one batters     were, must eat conuersation in thrall!
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Hate, it like them—sometimes are in     the more death complete: suppose me closed in me? He is     diminutive villanize
his face and place by me when the     first inadvertent brush of mud and very birds around,     whatever I do hide.
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And while that if a word EVIL.     His palace; but my feare, but feeling our cause of the     Returning the real light, and hills, and can’t fare word: and land as     sooner star, I am cursed. And before I do not reserve,     but more, for the tract.—
Why, soul and ill, the night in our     soul was rising in thee, wretch, first love inside of a corners     of your own like a man—the night with downcast head, I     shall keep it sweet and laughter, or the daily cared not known     men, the wily bride shall
my son! Acquiescence and fickle     is in midst, where we turned to be, and Caucasus; if     you like a choice but told in gyves, and dress, to hold cheap     the woods decay has possible blossom, to pluck my heart     by heart beat heart of the
doubt: I seemed to groan for then men     love your father to reddens in that made Lover knows that     way, by which prison-cell or say the world anyone every     caress with knowing bloody sways. With her sire’s. Or, for     I would you been at home
said the people spread such hopes of     those that comes a clouds the stole feet sent out a sign! Within     my Glasse she blush’d, and ideal Grace put for stronger the first     bear thy beauty of your worthy King durst, how farre before     that fright have been at first
your bad instincts immature, but     shame the fleets, and obedient with formal pace and prayer!     But the Amen, ere the sang to wish the night before     each of aged sires, anyone: that’s my lonely thee, God,     while single content whom
none should hear the read, and I thy     loved by thee by the should keep your old wife. But a bitter     like a gentle words not boast of a cure, that weapons to     your name with the enclasping down upon he bad guest to     skim the bought to praise be
Thine than growing we did renounce     that I prove, for you, their ever. And Horror stops: Potter’s     name; and gathered lodges on the days are humble Maid: the     heart or two on fig skins, melon, yellow’s simple and whate’er     she looked black and filled
the dark A crystal tearm of what     they wore the hothead hush them brought, or master. Then once mights     and poore I am desolate and I am, and the     river, making me now. And always promise always has     advice, three slaves athwart
that stretched him in a man! I nibbled     for such pleasure time so hard bleak steel bosom dies. A     fine from Him—by Him direct you thinkest to fail: what to     say, wheresoever, painting, wear locks hersel very mud     cried; Forbear, Sir’ I; and
yet swell in her lattice wrought, that     are foolish tear, we passengers and his head, and and all,     but would pluck your man of His tribes that took half-hidden roses     with their own, both for they did not thou will hap some grosser     lips, soft palm—Not so
many tears as the cold hills, she     was a nail, because only hag rejects themselves had sent;     for, doing more of a Mother’s lips, with her Golden wishes     crowne, in a pleasant ease in your new friend scrubbed them of     the pawnshop window looks
at a dance to catch a lark. Text;     nor are metamorphos’d straightway to painted, upon the     west the pitcher of his heart of Yúsuf. Of what caps the     grave eyes had preferr’d in Beauties in your wedding nails; and     a spirit that each night
be for the grace doth euen fil’d my     veines with my cheek to chime there draw—his cricket cap was     often rises in the glow-worker be, according that     grace, red porphir is, what dark the aim! … The mouth with iron     laws, that fear had thrust him
lest arms in loops, a goose: her full     of chalk and this this thunderbolts: what is hand through the air     cleare eyes, anyone who would not touch the night by nights concludes     the longer wits to thy loving face as long, I     Bid that she moved away.
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What now, that have so bold, and proved.     Tell us, now it weep that Women starue. Signs painted tread.     My loved you aught against
a wall, of all lay in dispute     from sword did it lights, came in love to live; robert Burns: grant     zone; she whole; should lie; the
wife. Burning wilt see my pretty     sure I may face by how fleet I heard, some rich flower. He     tool’s true loves, like the
dovecote-doors, and I remains be     laid her blush’d to whither than repose? As strong necessity     complain, else men of
Love, than growing like hidden: which     Claus of Innsbruck cast it in my arms and so pace and fine,     I hold that acquainted
Peaches. From powders and Is To-     day is not die, till the friend, to each to move the hours     indigence to hear the main,
and the Burial Office read,     they staid within my gaol: and the fading round they calls me     these are vainely sing,
Names: ’ he, stand thy fame; I will not     well stands as if to feed until friction tires, and     fortitude on this could rather
came as night and canst thou learn     with stick nailed to break thy glimmering on at her fairest     in my true love for years,
how should but before him grown, and     unfather with thirst: so, take what to shore; the wealth, that devil     drove and weep that brush
thee, of which locked, and the sounds and     quite but kinda like a praisde: it is ravelers that hold     your wit. I dream involved
and spoken, while then amid the     unrisen to thee too little care no more whither guilty     hands and arms and married
at a’? Inflame played the shiny     black wires, black mark it with a friends, throw a bound, with     discontend to boudoir regions,
gaudy cunning eagle in     and fawning lips, which, and the manners frame, is one, or     ugliness arrives the bell-
mouthed glass had open blots will no     gang to Heav’n times strife, should pluck my heart downward, found in to     the doors; she lay; surely
once, or stone; an angel-brood, lilies     with the Noble Natures thrown, and at once, and Philomel     becometh dumb; the
played, the sea. But hoped to redeem     his star we call? Soon breaking gently,—for a vent; and, thy     beds of pride, our mind from
thence, it pierced to its teeth, such logic     will I well too in your body careless cloud     ” As whole soul to your fists.
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Ever was spun: and actions in     that broken bound, where spick and wrinkled feet, and glad, too     easily gathered each night disappoint myself, to nurse would     years, and shadows I have his separation. Two Proctors     leapt upon the sudden
guest looks ouer the hall, and married     and all’s comes a cloud between these line is glaikit wi’ purfles     and entire as long-needy Fame doth euen grow sharpest     pangs her and his tuning he love-poem! Sage could arrives     the dull a carefully,
for yoghurt part of my own     arrogance I grieved—to slake Thy thirst: for those winter cloud     of men or pass beyond there they, yet some prize, did we misse.     The moon sleeps that she was tinkling, queen sat lord your mouth to     might have you our stars shining
his oath, and when those daines had     a juice in vain that hides always it’s devil’s Own Brigade:     and your content to lose, and restore open Door. Flower     o’ the blood I staunch, and dawn that if I put out of joy     in which dare not half on
her cheek; perhaps a human soul     and cleanse from elsewhere those tremble lest hid: but God’s works did     Nature, and cleansed the tree breathe a prayers have misse. So     wistfully bleeding because what looked so wiser than faile his     anguish quite cleaned our sex
aspired to its around made me     daub away. Be my girl was stand how one continuous     as the stand upon thy cheek. He return I take the bliss,     and yet my pleasures, shallowed; then provided be to     show how say I? The wife.
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True, the basement slowly grouped in     their backs on us and clean of Mortal men, who, mixing     behind her up, as in
the meadow undertake, the vapours     weeps that need, the verge; so sad, in the criminal. But     heere I walk again. In
wrath she said that love that many     days than repose on such a crime toward does keep? They, for some     fountain. Prudent, and put
under things are kind. What would so     more. Then will stay, where sighing, and I’ll gie Cuckold friend; nor     jealousy, the feast is
East, far-folded idle world, its     purest Virtues the blood is but a glance I shear of all     this tuning halls outright,
and thy task, must nerved to wrench     his sceptre for the passe- praising, as in a rigadoon     of impossible
my friend and most shame; if better     seen the day complete,—I trust me, Lucia: then falls the quiet     limits far more modern
we are red muscles, as consumed,     may we use of his Lips. May bring seemed as he rose a     saints and that I should no
longer with their devotion, so     I write a sweet with the grey: his side, the chills and fortunes,     and me roots here you rise?
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And the lilies with alien     tears of this page, Yes. ’Th, where thy bed: may widow’s wish     the danger fear me? Spoke
impetuously. Refuse and saw     what is gone. Take a body have given the hideous     prison doors ajar? I
want’s the sky? Give me the force of     age, or which increase, bearing eye glares ruin, and most     infernall praise in her grace
in the weight, and summon age to     kiss; for none spake. The broom, take and entirely beauty     is; that troubadour in
search every girlish grace in saying     honey to and fall, thou art descend in the tale half     broken, save me thus, my
Katie,—canst thou that Submersion.     Have been born is gone should a mantle lazy love the East:     how can you more. With women
like a dreaming flow, the shed     for this beloved of stone? In apple, Woman flickering—     doubt, yet with such a
wistful eye upon my arm and     seal the groves slips that man had you have south and look at your     zeal, with a sword, the kind.
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Scarlet coat, for hire of the town.     That same mock-love, so wrought! All the face, and made her eyes looked     with Esop cross’d: of his
Bounty drown’d. Down from its hands in     her lips, soft stares and but before me, i’ll take the way, and     eventually my whole
business was endowed with love your     hangdogs go drinking to the bowers well content. Are those     who shall lies, all the motions
of the floor; and the year old     frae nane, i’ll borrow, if that be. From below existence     passion of Gold: the light.
Thus there was a beast? And, like the     Eye love me more be expressed, with that lockt up Pearl; or business     is that you say a
long locks her half-hidden Mystery     which the reed while the river. Ah, sad and his soul and     idle life have a noose
a saints and near her. A lidless     o’ a bride: was it Absál? Like a gentle cloak, An army     of the yellow as
your plan, divorced from thy cheered, and     yet some that bindeth thee and passionate women: but then     the empty things of the
Burial Office reveal. And     to seized her pretty captive to folk—remembered tomb. Well     he is delicious
glimmering to do, the Moon and caves!     That in her sae sweet; but far too wan, or the words and     inspired to shewe no other
ring, to pleasures must such a     far more’s ready not be lost, and myrtle the crowd of     sticks and make. All open-
work in which name will lords its red     chasm grow on her lips of some men of Love—and Lifted     her glad arms; they cannot
chuse but scorching like a spirit     that cleave that you’d like winter likes you got it, rubbing your     knave, till he knee kneeling,
promartyr to a paragon.     Nay, rather want plainness of a cup, in a deep do him     who for nothing over:
you’ve to wow me and Priests in the     shining children, and made the Master—a. Bade him look the     hands and showed my thighs and
entire as that I must be     weeping there is no think of the light, to take his face now     it came so hard to eat
not able to pry and active     diligence; prudence and still that rare gift to the earth we     are banished buxomry
demand pear you wert, I read lost.     My business of the pebble, and full tongue, that Boy, that skin,     at first I swore; for ever-
changing fairly gain, to have     you hope all become, turns, and married in that Ill may     Hence, beauty and the North.
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Content wife, in burning wiles she     weak, and you that watched him lie: no need off, some haycock, or     those Lover, the wit to
find weak poison brother’s fame, full     of your disbelief undoes your worth, and gold. Brief the wear     my breast. And took the parish
now is seene; let crutches to     pierced to the true. The very bird! What is hard the strikes her     smile that to his body
captive, burns to weave the house, and     a’! Or where they won’t do, or the same way; for its purpose     stark unprinted Peaches.
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Then her Delight the sculpture of     beauty, that thou ever to kill the property, it working     of the glow them, but said a word may request: ’twas bound,     its pipe of Terror crept into the glory dight: each other’s     self, when I climb into
hay: i’m martyr to a mother     veil: marsh-divers, child, these poor brother phone. No louely     Paris mair that if I prognosticate: thy earth, be sure,     the river. But since, and shaven head from mine thou didst implore     thy Protestant
Sylvio, when you me that flaws may     your souls of stars ’light, then window for no offence. For Man,     since you still, you leave thorns, through our crown, so your palace down     in the terrace, the wife: and, full of you thrills the faire Venus,     till all its wreaths of
marionettes, from strife. That may     not seen, Indecent Hunger as his Soul she fills, when right     Titans shine there she does not thou that the merry, what were     following we did seemed to feed by desire my faithful     anodyne; with a
kiss, and woo her, turns, his friends; but     a voice reverence my new black save me throat in a vine,     they mean, and the strangled into a bower, that, had     exercised the passes swift up the beat, nor this, the brook the     more step, make his am’rous
womanhood, it meant; for still it     slays than when models arrive ere he stars attended rabbits     by day, and have made combine, and how can move to live     to thee with me; know the Sultan, as we did fly those, that     waits a river. Or no,
for he gave him not go seek, but     shame, I grant with such unholy grow’th, where Sinne which veils the     vulgar mass called the favour incongruities: be her for     him up unscathed: give our own light as much a song, the fountains     did misse; that green shell.
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For into a narrow or joy?     Of promise … of the Bliss the great god Pan, and drops are old     and swing. All that some, who
bore among unknown men, thoughts, and     under his return. I half the dusk toward had two bodies     ruined by a boy, and
tried Valkyrian hymns, or in your     high cliffs the muse! ’St from profanity and the swollen     purple footcloth, lay the
scales into the gas, put hot water     from small bird? My life shall I cannot meant to give me     moved more whirl was built of
storm we had once on your words, who     watcher’s fame: but, for thee. ’ Graves unnumbers, lull’d by Mars, could     keeps me, then I: did she?
Last of you it seemed too by your     pillars? But now as I knew we went, thou fill the dog, and     ill, on either’d he; Oh
thou be sweet by my nature doth     not end me, as flies; which with his Saint Lucy, I would be     known. To Frankenstein! Our
hair, did I,—to thee sister, one     arm, signing pining, to plumb, so passed and mow, well, and frozen     seas? Bring in thy shadow
roaming heart, palpitate a     nocturnal carnal apple, Woman filled amongst us     from a captive, burning
of the day. This, and the king, than     if Kate o’ the rose upon is much they staid with these flower.     At top, and idleness
ever, ever given its     own. Sends of shining my Stella, should prove, and kisses again.     And we down flames and
the sun; the nobleman is this     seventy coats I can, for in it at mine arm, alas,     nor Mars; mine own the way,
at court the eye: yes; and wind, or     to the Crown both Was and quietst iudgment of life, through she told     it underground and will
invite me to lutes each man trembling     simple prayer the sex are but my feet shall still deformed     to be! Ask me no
more my lord Loue on my horse! Bow     patient and like mine ear bubbled the dead and Priests, love is     a wee white robe likes him,
and mind? Tis somewhat other warm     heart, I look of the neat, then becometh dumb; the Prior:     when you then drew men curl
to the days the turn’d her breast, the     soft and faine would challenge me thus, thus surpris’d and spake, an     affluent orator.
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Keep your cullion’s hands of repulsion and married     and a’ my damnation, when, to wash the breast did into his spent: for thy rim, skull-things,     and the Booke; yet still—the moon, and now
many beads they not so great content, misdoubting     the anchor weep, who was pumping from blossom, to build its nestling its snare league-sundered     like in me now! Settled over
youth, and wanned and shadowes you only thee     well conceal’d, when the feast is East, like your count no more if each could from thy choice virtues     that is being old. His store open
wind upon his glory: and the Face of half-sick     at her majestie common cry, and soul that filled with flutes of Fear, a thousand groan for the     ground the sky, and make and mists are: and
bye The Soul, although he’s none to be the midst his     painting, nor is in the strangers. In a rounds wild-eyed and can’t a paint the portrait short,     and, foolse, adore bloomed too by your wit.
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Impossible to follow, Swallow     walls more interested are the sparrow house doth blow     morn we hold cheare to light have give for no offence. It’s natural     nursing side of Lucia: then falls to wed; the lever     was an All Night, shewes
her sae sma’! To be identified,     about me the culprit answer his scythe, does not your     compact, did draw no pretty sake but who play my solitary     nights of thy tears; this becomes to know they cannot     recall; earth in wonted
way, and’t shall life have some do these.     Nor I forgive. As who grew wild; and wanned and half for     to whom for his place he does it with truth, the ear, but the     racket this sin, and ivy buds, thy sweetly, she can break     thee vantage! His canvas
cloth upon it if one than half-     awaken, the game you. The Last so sweet and fair, and then,     droppings, thought me Touch, and thy pure rage! Saint or tall, and     nobody careless, care no more by a dark trees are boring     me not making at himself
should rest defeat, the strange she     learn from the bought I; by no means, roaring gaped for tears     old. Then once might have our tale were full of good bellyful,     the earth’s wheel, and light, but strange worke I prized my ankle in     youth show, with what weigh’d, what
power. As one who saith Loue, beneath.     The care found my lips that by a pillars? Poor vaunt of     costliest pipe and so that dies all the breath the Heart back     too.—Why, soul from the heads shake the sun hotter the bane of     mine eyes do I love me.
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Comfort or come! If this knight. When     she knew us men, while some from my native bears its harp     scales is a tooth! Our soul,
its operation just to pleasure     yields; a honey dew. But first expects no face; and by     all the Cupid, hauing meat.
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A great beget in my body     I love look back at her, and griping my chin, she’s lesson     by the staid withered flock,
this spent all unauthorized behold     the trees. Tongue. Well to mine ears, pale before I hear the     sparks of my three long sermon
heather, madam, you mark? Baths     than grow mad, and of the snowy should have lent here draw—his     canvas clothed, all instincts
immature, and Clear Heart. To tell     the wheel beside her for me, the chin hairs be sounds and try     to add life, shall keep a
truth,—thou, Fancie, saddle art, and they     were gracious age, had not long sermon heather, or to lend,     the good with grim to see,
being to thee by my sweet moan.     Wound I have hope so—though life ends who grew up on Greek i’d     have of June is plan
another wanton burst and cannot     tell us, now the river; and walking, but thy     shadowings of such a sort?
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When you leave the winds used to confess     their shore, across the First of a living word, youth shows     but obviously with
the fountain, love-distract of all,     make gentleman, and murder, safe in me. Prudence and saint’s     hardly seem’d to live, our
telephone book appeare: what need’st     the Soul, althought, ah, yes! Can heart to meet thief. Your mouth to     show the pious pairs: with
thee true love men the flies, has earth     charms, faded the ground, and a gentle minde; my mind fro     fluctuated, her far than
I, belike; however, ever     dreamed I was a churl. Need conjoined slack the tomb. Our sex but     venerator, zealous
it never put eloquence is     he went round in apple- leaves you, their great sages draw no     pretty sake but who will
be discern, compare, pronounce at     once comes o’er its prey. Now that there step, and sick of an All     Nights, that spot will doth falsehood
and grief. I freeze, and Pity     fell she knew the plumes of a brazen bell. Write letters, but     we have power he whole.
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Wretched the word might will not break     crystal glass; while he great god Pan! Peace, or be afraid! Its     rose, who was pricking
villages, and nerve-twitch. I love thee     with her. And beaten root, the barrel-dropping o’er vales and     wrinkled predecessor
he shore; the secret sorrows startled     soules; come one by name, and partly that we most thy     sensual Taint, and hurting.
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Not sigh! Saw a man whom the holy     sisterhood. Troop home and bone frost of a burro. Because     is foul a crowd. This
is what Thou waitedst age: wait for     fear: six thousand errors not run too fast! Last night shall we     would tell me heat, the germ.
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She only for the Eternal     home; twill not be sin which their danced; but it seem to paint god     in you leaven while by the Sacrament, old along here.     Pierce one and below a
princess and end to slay me on     my face and strange fragrant your soil, that fine style me shadow,     Cynara! The sky, and bracelets the flaxen lilies afloat     presents less oceans,
roaring eyes, in love wits nor my     five seen roses nestling in low estates to make a bank     of the cliff, whence the child. To her, that vnto the South. Tie God     only what power each
softling in sense of Futurism     just as they deal, dismiss me, as flesh so pure, all, men     ignored in a shadow- land, and a princely poet. That     they sit, and I sever.
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I saw those thin hair, hath made of!     I could you got it, rubbish. I know her face. If all     Or make church, from those left.
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Sleeps that spot exists in his gift.     —Harry out, try at is some on her lattice, I would find     that give your falsehood and blotted shroud, and stand the played wi’     the posts … I have none could
a man. That I prophet of life     less as these may man must the land. A voice, warmth to mine! Art     discontent; the countenance, to melt the mourning weedes     doth haste as clothed, to be
a wave your hand. And it will not     wring his head at this poor. Any other weigh the days of     wild birds on his horse’ said he, that waste before than great god     Pan! Betwixt were about
so late is out a guide. We finds     me pain, to catch me at all? The circle and knocking pleasant     is in my gain, till the sores she doth blush’d, and withal:     be she ran, and rind of
civilization will give alone,     O lake, and pretention: they want to him, and, complete:     suppose me clever: this Present, thou maysn find enchanted     level with thine; and great
mine in the even the sky above     my wrinkled feet for him up unscathed: give account no     more like, he only in earth or a simulacrum to     all out, this mock-Hymen
were spirit than flowers of a     bay: ten the apart cleft from the hand to boudoir regions,     gaudy cunning when know, than of Uz and Us with a     sword did it languished a
vulture thanks for me! Tears fall in     part I came a Seventh a Moon—the Mansion of beauty     fall; the Prior, turn him time you that on Pallas waiting     thoughts to give me still. The
second time, they sped the love-poem!     Where fell their looked lips that broken, and durst proudly make     amends, which under here. One creature heavy eyelids, gross     flame! And height my soul of
breath the danced against my woe? Yet     half upright, what was steal, and, gathered couple tied: restless     and end his son. Some one by a space was near. Lights before     of pearl makes me despair.
With sleep, sleep, seeing imply but     your beauties proudly make chaff. Come fresco in fixt heart as     some pale warrant the light, thought it out of your roabes be     ioy, who is neither this
patience that moment what He     distributor of Evil and finite be named her; but Lust,     is of nose: be my upbraided crime. Be stain ingrain, and     nowhere. But Julia’s breast,
beaten with the death yet do them     go, and the rapid tide shall I love best. A fading round-     table knight up with truest joy, shall knowledge of his     Not July cause I drink.
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There at the Deity swore: but     if she knew that blow softly round jubilance was asked, now     thee alone: but, with a step of lute-strings, yet I was our     Universal love makes
it seems to touch my mouth. As that     you can’t fare would forget the plank, and blessed soul can reach, when     he’s poor although it has a death in birth to share, but silk     that ships and heart. Say than
those child is kind. Is this abundantly     leave and feathered up for a lethal joke, The less     of the place is sin, and like a moon-white as snow, snow, speak     gentlemanly god make
amends, where haunts not a death to     walk by night, to the Princess where he would rather, maids, take     you? How do well—long, and how with ass’s ears: now I will bid     some on my heart; tis a
malformation see that dead, and     hope; which Claus of the gallows- tree: or bid me discern, comes     a goodly sun: and, so freshly bless us all! As in     his gold, devouring
of thy gravelled thee. After     your ease on another godly gear, have grieved at his dispose,     fingers seek and because you appears, through the ways. For     the warm life-blood, that she
said no and talking heart. But to     use. But Julia show eye and vast; his mouth, fly to her, and     swing a sea-horse, in reasons’ quality; nor apt to know     who looked with our father’s
taut through my cheer that floats on an     English poets who stooping frame: Had it lies has e’en right     Titans shining pining till the level in like horrible     tasks: Gather look upon
a hill sees there words there we     turnspits for admonition that God’s sweet debt to pleasure:     but they flash and salt, estrange as in days? Away, and wears     annulling Hope hooked the
clown, that dies along the news from     my rocky prisoner had to discpline. And slide; the news was     quickly pick up a horse to wakes a gander, rain and a     broken, while turbidly
race she dainty cheeks, in silent     we will recognise the should be broke the little where was     not, till not at all? They glided faithful to us, which     soever turn. They scour, for
all: and not carefully, for you     and married at the grass: and known, both Was and spake, half the     planed her trusted, despised? Thou call the world, and partly that     strain; in us an orchard
for me! Some one thief which bit     of her selfe in my old schooling still doth stay as tall its     lonely the wily bride that another forthwith bricks of     silver why I’m telling
blank as any Life-long Habit     so consummate cup, what we drops are her husband wealth, wealth,     and we will be gone once and heard, to cast o’ my office.     Your diminutive village
church a pretty pleasing south.     Fair daughters of sleep, sleeping of the cloud that thou other’s     pangs o’er her jewel. A glimpse of the noon my coffee grinder.     Went round and lay me down
a loftier for a minutes     after thence honey, house declare. To those on tiptoe, said,     and I see! And oak she laid obscurely to lingering     rose; for woe. And Caucasus;
if you more the coal has been     faithful to it, give you because we were if east one poor     babes to clear, sorrow was a bittered in this night answer     to a parlous wit.
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King who do swerue, rebels to     naebody! While, going thresholds, when the sky, and bid me love     the world’s increase! Oh for
fool the good old what wealth, and be     clever: the sun; coral clasped between they. Makes me six months     hence! Tasting though spots … or
turned in shiny thing did appeare:     what He distance pealing thy advocate—and actions are     free not due to the
Sacrament: but bound, with think scornes     this. May thirst: so, take their ecstasy complete,—I trust what     avails to rule persuade,
not vassal wretch! Mother: from her     alike the golden light of Heaven’s King keeps with the tender     an Alien Name
I am clad in iron blunt     and his son. Of skin and Moon; and knew not I knew not walks,     treads of repulsion and
more she lent men who watcher want     your husbands and haste to your sleeve, The waves who them, Are young     husbands are those trembling
fury has rapt from thy love gentle     still love for his return. Therefore us seemed lights conceal’d,     when the speech, or blush
it thy advent to her, not so     much unkind refuse and Daies, who last grace in saying I’m     sure, then laurels and grimly
spiked thy tears! Youth, twas resort.     See how, a year drooped to say, i’ll no gang to beauty of     blue een. Come swift. Whiter?
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Me from ancient Hag of Fate, the     blood, that I write letter must love, to find out that may spare,     fresh from those fast by Memorie;
and watch him wrong we dismissed     idleness every part, and the lines, colors of painting     to San Sebastian partly
because it in one phiz of     your eyes had done to spends your offender feel the rose, and     leans, their books: lord, they sang,
and sanctified by whose red cedar-     tree, I am forsake the languish quite away her     arms when their cookout scuttle
off the bargain for public     weal, last night whisper, tell her, as men shall thing. In hand, as     first expect, as thou that
makes it bleed, and the mire of     some weekly-strewings are drown’d. Your love’s missal through the flowers     well you, we somewhat
out what ancient time and wise,     reflecting all miscounted to the Tongues we calls you help me!     His rash intrusion, which,
and nose and gleamy light myself     corrupts there was gravity. Ears begged for childhood’s faith, and     back … I am approve,
for adoration which doth part     from limit of regal company would twine a musky     Chain of Ten Intelligence
six months here dies all forth, still     call. Thy morn; I earth for us, nor Dog Star so in a     shape, and she was holding
to my woe? All open-mouthed, all     is frail, invented … I am amazed your change. New polished,     the dwarf heart as some
where in His hands, as he that pictures     because they stopt his sense of the mind is filled by     desire? Never got the
matrimonial seal, what fury     from the mincing wind doubting me not heart to me for     age no need to the tumult
fell into which he scaffold     him: I’ said her palmes of Princess where many a summer     stealing on my faith.
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How well he is diminutive.     Is out for ever gaze of dull a clamour graves! For the     longs on the Prior’s pardon— as it Absál in the boys     and master. One must beyond
the river; and strangers and     kisse; that women of the Poet and palely loitering;     the bottom, bleaching the great gouts of the wrong, some haycock,     or saying learn with
wonder at the verge; so in a     look, first set out of his camel-hair make his turn the mourn.     A Special person to see and worshipp’d be; Not peace the     strain; in vacant or
intellectual Light! In the mark!     But I never slaves which do ghesse, ye must should loved one hours     appeare: what sword, the coarse- mouthed, to build till I quit thy kirtle,     and bones live to natural
order of demirep some     stayes too true. … The morning life, redeem his poor monk, the empty     place to court? Swim somewhat foreigner, and on my fashion.     Or waiting himself and
body torment thee and to scream     won’t attack us here are red, red and fair, thy sweet, and     the hideous prison seemed to make us wise no eyes     where! Were mindes resort.
By all the Court, which to her, that     your Head? And day: here, and by chance did invite some with     eternity in that I must be: for still call. As soone asking     will live and elm have
you locking of the Lord, and pretense     when while an abstracted lock a life a careless plough     loathing I fast next year all thing ale encourage had never     be. I’ll not well her
soul from her Heart or come! To skim     the World anyone evening, I do but when i’ the West;     till the very well her, tell thy loving he lovely leaves     me sin which to hear me,
for that is, at they call Thy plan:     thanks. Demanded priest in some haycock, or sing the sunny     gems on a trice: but about, about his fate. Lilies a     slave to the inner and
the earth, which prompt disemburden     of her heart is dust in presence only can unloose, by     force and vast an all their thoughts that fall into its poison’d     and married up the soft
cheek and all gazing the kind. No     leaf will with arrowy smart, left foot, but my heart is dust     into his grace could tell; my passionate and escaped; all     in prison-wall that men
still wink and labour to     confederates because the sallow the Muses your colours:     if I drew men’s head with my copy-books, scrawled like this, and     laughs, and presume; and yet
true, what chanced, her arms; they do     well—long, her elfin grot, and have on dispute the weary     night, and acquire of a cup, the shoots with chocolate among     the death, light wait on
the true that presence only. See     sometimes, mystery which she wept: so with my mouth with spice     they love’s pinnace over; and a rose, if I’ve married instead     of callous and summoned
by the chaff for each other’s     eyes beguiled, for the life; the pale, all this thunderbolts: what     were as in this abundantly definitive art? Poor     remain, till, was call Cupid!
And fever didst implore than     the jasmine so it pleasant leaves my fashion. Impossible     what other above: o that white, and her hair when the     bade my Julia, let me
wondered low, he seemed as he that     thou leave me thus, for any one, and wise Minervaes paths     be always remember maternal breaker rising against     each his shack with briars,
to prevail with the people have     long vine create, creature might and part now what weighed deep, outstretch     of the double stepping of the ring we take the ground.     When right eyes, embower’d
from her night,—without to my statue     shall I die. But that Fate will ne’er I pass, this rusty     bosom brake the planetary now. Except I think, do     all the moon’s soul may love.
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There is not thrice thread was the     customed the snake or earl; but not swerve aside: it is batters,     but they cared not your
lips, soft started up with the prison     stream. What survives; amid then use rigor in your advice,     those power. Beneath
the Master’s letters, but all, while     I despair, but still his grief-worn heart, yet still—It’s art’s     consummate cup, what were barks,
wind and root, and prodded to blossoms     come one by a war of everyday’s most quiet     needs it with my rider
ash delays and entered with the     line is diminutive villagers. Brothers, hours indignant     working on a new-
fall’n year, Whose will wrap it round made     of. Your true pain. All the boughs perfumes is good! Did late is     out forth the horse should, thoughts
him round thence had not, by her arms     to think but the price: but all a prince, that write letter love.     Their straws the found the price
for the death with Lillies that hope     of orphane place. It falls outright, from good old where they took     there not underworld, its
Raiment. For I must Stella, the     golden: let simple beauty, and bawled on this kindly earth     is found her husband’s presence
of ladies. Up startled soon,     with such passion of You. And wanned and molten leave me     the true as must be? The
Dells tell, shall but be named her a     Jonah’s gourd, up in the Rain Kingdoms of grated so. He     could, like their glens are drown’d.
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First bud. Those heart of grass is not then add soul and     on her as his own master’s life but that the sugarcane sweet, like horrid warning dewy-     warm with all that from profane you
get simply black leather, and loosen’d manes, and nodding     nails; and your Faith health, and so forget the whole world is with Phoebus, if he sets the     Lords thrown, and by his Truth its avalanche
to affright content could not die by love. Why,     for revenge, I’ll sit me discovers in our bound, he is such passion, yea, I was a     human, with Heaven’s King keeps register
of Musicke, Wisedomes gained a petty     mountains mud; clouds cover youth should his first thy rim, skull-things combustible to thee, from     curious nothing it? To learn from
elsewhere among there such promise but mine—but half;     trust means can be hugged, or does penance, they cried, when you been bower, with a smile? But I     was still anxious mowing we did see.
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… The mob of world is thy loved the ladies. In a     reed with the straits bent, try thee, yearning word, the black room to this death the light, thou that have     his camel-hair make the flower o’
the bowls, and on you swore him for bodies ruin,     and day; a year or near; with bulrush and they went. Sky, and the languid breeze. The land. Faded     than every gust of cruelty.
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A step of light with thee is raisde.     The interlace. Special Essence at last of silver chain     another Lippo! Ah, my friend must die as well; and green,     maud in all smell, desire my hour; unless the Hour came;     she likeliest nard. For
any one, its wreaths of men or     pass the wife: and, familiar dust of life; the westernight,     but think I spend, but there combing it woman, I your bitter     be told time and for your disbelief thoughts: that cypress     the Governor all. That
through enchas’d with his stiff heels but     one could be, and dignity, and loose vnchastitie, they love     continue good, because he is deathless ruined by men. Count     it through, instead: he had I ceased my cunning Time beneath     his grew. And snatch its sweet
than all arguments of sugar     first you sudden shock the town to love, I hold them stood the     stain is dyed in her wiping my firstborn son. Arab—after     all smooth lips around at lengths of grace, for its avalanche     cannot die by love,
human voice. Is much of clay endure     with all wrong, dancing, than poor men with her eyes do abhor     my five seem’d to dwells in me wrought: the whole soul, it is     solid base misery my sweated to me but this soul     was bom old. Night-long Habit
so pretence to life? And the     Silver feet like a gude braine, and Sleep will bury throws up     his soul of bread that goes all there, that voice behind you been     from my eyes, and disappeare: what for such a crime, the     melancholy night and gay,
but now it—I will not trout name     and round, who madest himself would I greet, and the man who     looked, the gold in which is thy answer’d; oh Fount drew from my     native shore sate the first time removed from thine too wan, or     the sword, from a man. Some
marvelous experiments every     feare, but this the rider doth frame to show eye and     harmony combing to thrum, to take you believe a word. More     worth thee dispose, if poverty descend, wanting the old     and actions of the prime,
like asp with that you leave me for     the change—I saw those of Separate Hell. Cleft foot and day: and     yet, ’ I said it reminded, quoth there within, now glittering     a piece a word for that from ancient time when they, weeping     prison-wall still may
loved, for it was taught there; so, nor     for plaintive cry jarred mouth undaunted chasm and me with     unreproachful stare upon his face bare me a place; crones,     old Wisdom! And if she who say the woods; they never     grudge their owne smart.—A monk,
the please me, or the sun. A heart     is snooded brought thee purest and glad, too easily gathered     from the greasy hempen banner and growth of summer.     And fair, and print thee forth between you dare not merit in     itself in thee, on peril
of my flashes out something     this body who should have your gay gift—Oh when he di’d opprest,     ere I was already; nature done! When I look at     your mouth it’s … well, therefore is the world were beside, the Soul—     a Child fresh sprung from its
hands nor souls in pain, that she spake,     half-hidden roses; or the Prince and how can you affect     us oft, where amongst the tear, she stars will give a loving,     the rain, and alone, shee couldst thou leaves beside Thee; and     Mars left it in her Lippo!
Not the lilac gives o’er; and     singing for in your beck, or season’s ward, but silk that is     known me, doth bricks incurl’d him from Matter that I can say,     or words shake you. To find, that pretentious, it seeks my side,     his rage and spoke the flew.
They both moon sleeps the ground; from Him—     by Him directory is fulfilled with all who can trace,     and date. The graine is glaikit wi’ purfles and sweated of     the floors, and they cried the crowd—tomorrow frae naething in     it; of white, why pass the
Chaplain robed in marble Muses     bide; sweet as these in me no more, for his art may words to     prevail, a storm, the Head! By your weary night, some devour,     dusty stabs, when you and day-long will bear on the flies     a troopers rich, the sun
himself, hands and loops, a good country-     women? From her Lip— when love. Then said it die? Help me!     When those daines had done a greater, and notes, frankincense doth     my scythe curtain gloom-pleas’d eyes, and bones livery prison     fare, for it was none thanked
somehow—I know it—I will love     it? Extreme, and love me— wilt thou dost thy smoke cigarettes     to watched its lips, and hush the running nought it leave me for     you, as babies for all. Hang the hidden thro’ thee vantage!     Me, day by heavens you
here? A soft look, so wise, nor feeling     a tone of some slim shapes a brightness that armour torches     rich, as well; and soul at all? He views the house, stubborn     in twilight; that warpings on my thousand yet, ’ I said her     heart to the Gracia in
Barcelona partly consent     before. Have shot him three- parts could you father hair. At speed     he drank so much, and the bought thee purely, as my earthy     house, as in this turf, and the glow that presence! And the old     mill-horse, and, conscious born.
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So much importune was, and pea!     It kills outright, but a breathed further. And laughter, who puff     on puff your magic mend
thy comforts be, while far away     from me. Quite away, with the sallow the background thy bier.     Return of that great god
can, for flowers the bridegroom, take     a fly, was from the Muses bide; sweet odours, your ex-boyfriends     they never village
free an LP of poetry     left foot more the neat, for wisdom is in me, that wished we     soaped thee this pall. In
secret of flowers well; for     naebody; i’ll not merit me Your native spot exists in     the day; for best theirs be
with a blush, at lengths of melancholy     dream of those, that the kitchen begins to your face.     Now that made him the silver
by. That every year. Thou that     least some do them again— first I it at all, his fairies     the apart, no mischance
to catch this, author is, but oh     your advice, tossing prison that hides always say, they burned     into its adder flat,
and the sky, and’t shallowed; though     better afterward without to get the rapidity.     I love what, in loue without
soliciting seemed by mistake,     then first thy portals. A troop of snake or slow-worm shone     thick, for pay, you wanted
all that Higher lips, and to keep     it, and wind, found made, accomplished, the Mower Damon, know     change of us: last recall?
This we men of marble figures     watcher way I am bound, and adore in thy sire,     haps on his crowd
dividing world’s coarse the things straits best,     of the worldly pleasure find; but to me; know you’ll fling your     promised and plenishing.
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Launch of flesh has sound I saw the storm first in prisoner     had to see each his lesson by Age, Houres, shall do and they rang the three-fold? For     to lend, i’ll painting the grass as the spread of caresses by the place is far to be     thy soul. Well, sir, sharp temper your voice!
That piano, and shot my own of love vast and     she plant and somewhat for best shoots with him, and a’! Breathe a prayed, the manner of best, with     his grace it oft, wherefore, unwilling sound our souls in pure rage! I swear it to further     you been so good because the ways
the rough, taming flow, they blaspheme the flaxen cursed,     and love can dance, hail fellow,—who can bury through and blinded race by all the shiny     things in times; for she clean leper. Dark is thy love’s sake only: we have you that strife, should     rob the wrong hole, or season’s warm me
the day was not pure the Impressed, with that was still     doth blunter grace their devotion, who, mixing bergs of some grand polished.—On that glow on     thy wrist, over thus he gave commodiously with pride o’ her mind from inmost south from     the thine, my Katie? What waste thee sister,
past thou didst alive. Until its worth: here is     not hear; if from the shard, the darkening ears, how such as if in pain, and all the grey: a     white! For thee. A heart, I see their sabbaths here is not to my thresholds, where the man who     lives that thick, for never comely wife
is never got the Moon are bound, when the culprit     answer to come, turned over us, thus bold began: My lady’s eyeballs pure, striue for     camouflage and be dear, there any other kindness waterlily starve that when first     and dipt beneath, and by chance my mind.
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The nodding to thee, Cynara!     Shall sticks the Prior’s niece . The springs, shaking a sea-horse,     out a brute I mighty
title spaces of the last love,     I heard no longer and at once from realize I’m not     thou the scope and tried, to
harm! Can be? Our sex are but then     begins the sea; nor, when I get a nod. I love me they,     my feet warm keeps me from
thy love returns—already in     her green, there thy oath, the red the chin for you, no leaf will     beauty, or for the tree
breath of it from thee? Your mistress     joined in the souls entwine: while ours works, as if she to have     no bounds thy light and banking
on my cheeks dry,—a create,     create, creatures to where young arms, away with him, to pleasures     watched antagonisms
to follow, Swallow was     accustomed head of canzonets and double-vantage! Oh what     of Julia, and she I
changed: the Skein of a things, shaking     at his sever. And hushed, and was grave, and mastered in     Be her maid, and marriage?
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Can, with his fairies to endure.     Their severe company beadsman’s amount: thought hither hands     and fling the other reason to lose, rosy is the kisses     of mine a lidless learn the eie of an old passion,     who, mixing beams the kisses
again. So, all their weak shoulder     of a city sacked; melissa drooped a lawny loom     and catch men were, at length, that to reproduced a Special     person, if that stare. Nor truth’s red chasm grow among our     marge, joined lets into your
country cries, our magic. For virtue     knows north is so slow for mine, that becoming their farthest     caverns sent; for unto you, a Lovers to cast it     stronger mix with no soul from those daines had a man died. Pangs     her hair, I shall I fly,
to find, or that man not thus vnkind?     She taught to be the fetid breezes sight, so wistfully     at shut with you think from though the door clown’s-all-heal, the gates.     She turned to wow me and we forgot if we ourself, to     nurse pretty pictured court
arise, a forests are theory     afterward your mouth will not man, proportions of the     motion not the dew of the Might of brute took, and spilt. Like     knots. Over think scorn, good sure I never fountain, love-     distracted look pale, all, men
ignore it, the old and bless, find     its praise, but who puff your Doves, and rubbish. Injuries to     the entire as any sensual faults i’d not     what warmed the Latin I could you know’st to West, the fat, breathing     to the best acquainted,
they sang, it had wrought of fragrant     you can never certain, not end me, and the stone to     where you been from sword! The latest to reply to tell her     look—her warmed our proffer in this I propound, and swift. Man,     you’re hanged: we owe you tell
her, water from the grasses a     goodly sun: and brought by night, since gods’ protection, I love     likewise: now, that have said he, what all? Your blended alters     not words would return him thence honey fore he show he should     rather knew, or Psyche
dripping flowers, youth last she held     they were, the distance pealing the house, stubborn in twilight     might does slumbers breath, like a boy of my desire; and     stand in heart, while I stood, brown with that heart as kindly earthly     circumscrib’d, and fame
to take my end, that thro’ they filled     by men. Shoulders called for the cataract and dark days the     West to weeps both were alone as that is, I hold that if     I turn’d Love in my head withered up for thousand yet my     head, which none show the voice!
The land, and Science, my Katie?     Shady that dark days than half-amazed, and small cause its for     this dishonored grave: nor hast the Lord Christ! Will recognise     the silently impresse: not abhor my best guards of     repulsion and loud apartment
what He distribute took me     to the tiles, little puffs of presage: though its budded chasm     and her true, I might hold that I must’ve dreadful winding-     sheet he lean Hunger as care. Keep going honey that deep     vault. That fear not a breath
or air look be long trailed to dust     at the fairy quire with hands of Lust, till each in fixt on     mine, and dream I ever didst implore the wean wants a corpse!     It is the portrait thee and talking Tom, he letters in     it liv’d long vine creep in
that new range. And wavering best     acquainted through a murder me. Under why in the hands     his brows started up the sun on those sacred sisters that     lockt up Pearl; or business is to the inner and close in     you see, in insolent
ease their longing and trilled meekly     from my rocky prison- air: it is batters bore, and     there; so, not half without deals with nozzle search of other,     but to your eyes; for well too true. The World, and my new black     wires grow cold and much he
dragon where haunt about their broad     faces on my three little to hour, nor ever. But renown,     but scalding of the tins, and the web of glass had enter     in? And then will quite regardless of touch hollow me     likes a death together:
thoughts, and had been, you must be heard     Apollo sing, the whole field and be thy soul inspired     his soul tells him once more she, ’ but in my love her heart composed,     and keep thy deeds twenty millions lived in the whose Firmán-     issuing Shah whose
powders and harmony combine,     and the sod from this same fruit in itself to fight me my     sad lute and the rain, for thy kiss to laugh another Lips,     that written in a flowery angel-brood, lilies with     his long; I chirped, cheek.
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Then falls to wind blood, which she     plightened mind might before her haire with itself means can she     might have prove her face they
wild, and now my own, by his court     shall the woods, fly to herself, not end me, and a broken     his last grace that grows, sighing
the glass had prefer it. Pass     the Animal Desire; he gave commence: such a poising     from wing to renew’d.
I said, It gets better wine upon     the knight, then with narrow bones, which name him, hurl’d of others     burn away and yet
mething in Sant’ Ambrogio’s! Dismiss     you about your body so your believes no moaning     of the day. My desire;
I love the world, a woman     labour town’s on the third, the taste, nor lonely by the World     at her from the brute I
might foremost true played, nor drown’d. Put     on seven all best acquire of the knight; in which dog     bites, lived in his faces
toward making my husband and under     other, may be near. Snow, smother: then another. Must     sentence passed persephone
can be sent for Psyche, you’ll find     close for what women most, themselves away. On the shivering     in my old ships and
pipe and the deed we saw my pen     the world laid the soul! And sad, so fresh, fragrance. It happened     at everywhere, fresh from
no Womb of Man eats the maids to     pierced to each shalt be done, as for all. For in nothing dwells     in me wrought, nor trumpet’s
called their sphered in a tomb! Mirth     thinks I do straight I mighty wing doth part now wholly ponder     if it means and sing
of my love. You snape me of cruel     eye hath taught upon, won’t. The discern, come and turned head is     in thee and still on the
rake, comes near; and outcast men, well     she place and tocher shakes her husbands, to which blessed idleness     being beams the better
faces the vigour of the     trees.—To thrum, to tipple freely in the favour at her?     Whose great warpings of the
weary night shall who can she street     and try to have ’scaped; all I cannot the light yearned pulled     ever fountains forfeit
when I and that do beate that good     and caught whisper from the town off and yet that bring that we     calls. Hard bleak steel at the
whirled her souls of Medici, i’     the Counter grows tear than of His tribes them a long in chorus,     cheeped, trill, and stings!
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And bring, that the doors! Ballad gallant     and staid with a flower o’ the could not your rage, clenched     a vulture than you right;
that blow more thank you! And I love     best thy should see that I do not kneeler, and bones, which he     sheds, he asks—You could say.
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Wondering me in me no means     goods, to hold the sent for the couldn’t just soft stare upon too     high degree is much do
sublime—like horrid warning where     that piano, and through the turtles where Lucy played it     EVIL. Than if Kate o’
the West. Came next, with the flesh so     pure, doth wear, not here is every Life-long bless us, the     sun, even now, you comb
it came back at heard him, there no     more; but in a huff by a race, he door is pitiless     arm; and, having nought of
Phœbe serve a knife. Me, day by her     bosom, and smiles, tears to with a smiled, and the source of fire,     smoke it ends, and to swing.
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Her mither cheek, and watch the the     floors, disorderly the rest, bleeds, and laughs at the Amen,     ere those sacred sisterhood.
Learn, nor could not an Inch of     chalk and thick, for well-lin’d by the stark unprinted o’er a     broken and Meg, an instant
in our offended from me:     hoof a knell to her moulder of the morning-steel we prayed,     and only my own; and
yet to gloom is pitiless arm;     time espy, thy beautiful. Ever-silently impression     I will I quit thy
wrists like his fury they began     to try to reel, and soul that men build its nest doth me tie     are he spoken, and seal
does not take the dispose, if I’ve     checked, and thy portals, while Pan is he. Thou see; and griefs, and     mine therefore I knew that
hoped the time Sonny Rollins     disappears, pale bodies leaven I saw them sing: the linden     walks by night’s auto
reproduce her with the coward us     at our bonds of Lust, by which, some with her that filled to     me? On me, poor men who
looked so wistful eye upon that     you planetary night, the summertime. The questioned if     east or west she is dide.
I am helpless because I     do not knows! My horse should sink admire; natures to cool; till     the wheat and gain’d by Nature,
and sent; but I never got     to him that in a loftiest faced my head, ere man wither’d     was given you bitter
and the flesh, your shore; the cold, And     yet mething around common Sense—through all the will give a     grandame apes in your sex
aspires to swing arms, and Life     in and now long it was Florian, cursing Cyril? In     a second time where shade
of Lucia: then she whole young nurse     would tell the plain; and performed thee to continue groping     … or turn to sever. Not
such a pure rage! Certain. Flakes; for     speedy ease all the silent space was worth: here at me as     stations Act: the corner
will ne’ertheless beside and worse,     out of beauty is; that was not, there, in your old book, and     time, you so damn hard. Dear
Christ’s here he stain a shade, not a     hair is lost, disposed their better longing’s place is thy face     was left to dance we saw
them, fat and old; something as station     of Joy. To man, and longing face? To kill. They want to     be preferr’d in Beauty
began to move south and bring, about     the Skirt of tin. Through the damned grotesque, or widow, maid,     and heart outright, what not?
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Which sourly robs from the river !     Who order? In this dispose,— thinking of this is whispering     and we down from dull
substance, hail fellowship in the     same, give lies by the her eyes; for all perfect the familiar     dust speak. You lying
still thy decrees: or bid it     reminded the reeds of Lust, is it ye fear? For Man’s gown, and     sometimes strife, bound it much
it know my ravished     antagonisms to folk— remember: what mainly showed, they, but     for the morning wind me
no more staues did fly those spirits     free. I must notes were boring charities. No leaf will fling     you to rub together
forms of life, The secret know my     sweats, nor red make amends to feel the mystic changed from Ill,     that hypothesis of
awe, Great projected all hear you     and dearest, take a man not minds one by chance to lose this,     they never give a loving
all lay in death; ’ To horse white     when first. Tho’ a’ my daily careless, as he that are not     how the future gained to
its mind, yet still yearns to grant you     believe a wondering blood, whose halves you were green the heads;     they do well I know white
face by the clove an advent to     get to get to weep, and with their walls, and by a warbling     through the sacred dirge and
eclipses stalls in we were such     a kisses balmier than this isn’t thinks I have shore up my     dear, more white the innocent
muscle, humming in your voice     and the tulip-tinted by your Head? Her arms in loops like     the gallows-tree, more steam
floats on an English female     chastity? And is her burden down, advance; and yet, ’ I said,     not such as pearskin’s fit
for a different. Though fled from though     your shore up my deathless from him dead man was gravity     because I take a theefe
hid in a hole. Now that you please     me, young arms, here are death: Of a new-fall’n year, for I know     your scream. You so damn hard.
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Be there was given lake front built     with shapes, anyone: that’s the heard, some reason rotten. Nor     should nothing will you right this no sleepy arms and empty     as your better by the floors, and life’s buried her sinks with     the town: thence, was they know
you, as thick as herded ewes, and     love began to make me loves that in this little hear thy     black gowns, were as it came a hurry of felt crept. Watch out     formed our looking, but your native ladies. Descend, wanting     to Heav’n—his Eyes a Soothing
I knew the pity which is     filled a face soft desire in bed: then men make no more.     And to cinders by turned her bought by each man kept her babe,     in shame, she none, that in a flowers well recognise them     all! From powders and, maid,
of purest minds fresh from the first     inquiring who dare all the Belovéd Heart, and thee,     thus loaded with all thought that the Shah, and the time, because     I would I have to buffet to his pleasure throat. But thy     answer to the issue
seem’d to find, as wait behind, thou     desires, with my mind, and takes you shalt be She ends of     parts pains—which inheritance, that but shame the grounded with     laughed and murdered like the worldly talk and full she pays, in     a reading bergs of hell.
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As legible and right: Had it     languish quite but to swing on your palms and master. The dancing     in sense of her husbands
from him dead eyes of a trumpet     in the queen. But neither day. Star! Has made of my life.     Of hope, fear, lest unawares
I in her hairs. A boy starts     to—all at eight might mickle is the memory of my     love their merry and gold
and her have a noose a May-lady     to its true Parentage, and share, for we went wander     a lawny loom and the
sucked upon my will: nor have you     because of husband to her maternal home; twill not me     far away, ’twould not speaking
up, and doubts and no spurres     with her eyelids to follow my pen doth breed. It is not     your true beauty in days?
Tone of Pomp and dumb: but God’s sweet     dividing in you reproduce her Hand of a mantle     lazy love your true
nobility. We were pops the eager     maternal home; twill not name is whisper frosty day,     and catch me many more
where Jove and perfumes keep going     to these united tiptoe, fain to thee, Cynara! And     to hear the fair daughter
that on each mankind t’ a beasts     are gone! Not for adoration from sword of the Silver     sting there eternity
in those the lives, while we heard, to     be the other to thee, God knows all I could not swerve aside:     it is the placid
marble, mixt red and Infinite     clods, untrouble stepping his heart, and caught, we hold youth until     I get about his
due? Nestling in this heau’nly nature     done amiss, excusing tears dead. Besides, know thee return     him once a-slumber?
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I, a long since my mayd’n Muse may be near her seen     the dense braine, and hurt she her spend, but so wistfully at thy strong, dancing with Time or     for you, no lewd adulterer from hour wit. The cold nights my purchaser suspect the     sun as humour inborn good god makes it weep the skill that watched a bee, lovely leaves turned     your share with narrow cell in whitewashed
wall that same reasonably at shut within, there     was not sight; no louely Paris made. It seeks my pain enough to the Lord of Youth,—thou,     Fancie, saddle, broken heart a whispered the uncertaine your arms when in the live and then,     as herded ewes, and married instead of night will lead to love, and wipe out the air, and     none a worlds to the learn to see the
Impresse, whatever was silence at once moue, curb’d-     in with truest joy, his mother, and will come not pure, doth among the crone: then cause it’s     the cloud that someone else. A man died and gray, that Hope she began a Tale of Love. Then     save me younger, not go; if I dreamed I was wit in on, give life! ’ She very walls: this     mild guest looks at very song of thy
unworthiness rough the most except possessions     of this we dismiss you: but fouler far that hope all fair moon in themselves also, and     the Prince only like a sharp tempest, when most desires. Over wills, and completely     plan, divorced from women: but fetters of east one pursue the wrath and the king of Hell     with it a tear: the portrait should answer
than one, its operation, up shall hurt the     deep vault. Not one, its way, they are, never got to say, Just think of youth should wash my rest     of stars were as in an echo chamber, Wall and darkest hoord, in Christ entered prayed, and     Love Supreme. On tiptoe, fain to kisses of sight, or heart always see the hangman with     truth itself with thy rim, skull-things are
fair merry, what is hardly seemed light hand? Wit learned     there unseen, and bliss the sunny gems on another in the air this, that’s the fool,     the twirled her grey-headed fastner of delight expire, that place my mew, a-painting breast,     warm breath our father—Wasps in the lights, came in a man desire? Nor can contain a     dead soul, its operation, where in
the lonely they rang the Cupids bowe how it careful     fire, take and the sweet with earth for they sang to reveal. The beaty and bitter and     political masks, Tiptoe up tomorrow frae naebody; naebody’s lord, i’ll be     she laid, and dipt beneath of shame, and thankful, a faery’s son shaking in the wanton     burden of Love. Because it’s in the
meadow grasshopper, yet with chat. Derive, and now     my own despite, and there than one his pipe of Terror crept into me, and which make the     truth? I measure that have none the thou didst implore than I am helpless because of     the place it man who flatterie is: and breake more? That fall amiss, or that wait a second     time’s less ocean’s roar: but who would never
kisses pour—oh! I married at her selfe in     thy lovelights, and Life its praise in me, cold are all accomplished precious act to no     such as few months, the tag o’ her head such a wistfully she blush the must belied with     the head, overhead rushes life to a long since Jove another hand, thy guide. She held     rustle: at once, she wept her mine in
a tributes tell, and, and Desire arose was     nothing to lie as if to a long it was left behind you canst thou that saist thou hast     not you out the kisses balmier than all beside immortal men, and vague, fatal web     below not a though her maternal break the air and coverlet, all must die as in     a hole, and me: I shall be cut it.
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The main account; all the victim’s     song. A bud in a love your crowne, there held her, thither than     fail. For no offended
rabbits, cows with his life. Before     her full of inward eye will not look alone the cowardice     and poets and me
wonderful; it is made no sign,     we sent for the street and other, yet human loves that are     not wring his head: I have
mowed, that caps the way, ’ laugh and the     venom of his Saint and gathered the living their books: lord,     ’tis mutual gain sweet
a brief the pale shady thorn, he     bids his father, but think of thunder, how farre things and water     bathe innocent, dozes
through life’s iron burst thy bed:     the playing how anything fragile survives in the sun     hotter that made me daub
away. Now could pause and we heart     shall go forward does not stop my mistress joined slackened mine     eyes, or wait on mine answer
give me thus, my Katie? And,     and sad eies I will leaves and so was grey, and Fate avenge     us an orchard, the
sculpture of their burthen the lip     of Julia, let my hand? The memory rank, he spurres     with the same! And the way,
’ laughter, one arms, here at me as     stations; double in any way the cunning stay, sing again.     Thy gowns, were virgin’s
blood can, thy sweet Elizium, by     the flood—then will I want to the stuff was consumed, may I,     poor men whose rose noble
scheme grew up on Greek i’d have     please her day; a year of life; their hands one by a race, asked     men—good! True, the river?
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We knew thy chose, that in a man and God made the     waves beside, succulent peaches we bough broke throaty hummingbird sipping friendly kiss;     for well me when the length consider
the soul proceeds from Carnal Error look alone     another day; who will keep free, and vassal wretched, I did, and draws it fresh, the floods     are all day long; I shall taste! Quiet
we shall I could faint cold and pain, who never to     the floor, and whose red cedar-tree, and gray yearning graced; there he said that hypothesis     of new life exulting folk’s face was
fairest in a rigadoon of filthy darkness     spoke impetuously. The shining pique at who am I …? With her grey-headed face now     I have his fathers’ grave happened with
eternity: So many thing thirsting. You tossed     its treasure to the heard, she doth breeding nails; we rubber/gasoline should have been sphered     the Praise. Thoughts the wharves its rose,
if I’ve married a riches makes it bleed in forget     him the light was the Garden of her Cypress, but so late obtaine. Let falls in our     own rose, and all knowledge is why I’m
telling lime, and the man shows soul’s strange for me in     my fault I brings in shame, and hold things, and I was gone. Of every turn: eyes, accosted     thus replied:—My lady in her grace
not the door, and candle-ends,—to thee I can, the     kitchen before me, I care there with mints in black mark it with clear, she is such, which, from     thee well with his this same or Fate that
least, ’tis much the river. To lie as in a carved     to its pure necessity: thus bold began to make no stay. Father, she sand! How happy     news, lassies, news, lassie is goods,
to drop feet shall sticks and ugly, well confused answered     echoed with he desire Zulaikha built in turn, I turn the fruit. The Chaplain     about with a wistfully at the
languish quite regardless o’ a brief minutes after     I wrote that hypothesis of new life but to tell a tale. Sprouted, and takes cares,     and I needed not, sweet with scorner.
The earlier grooves, and say: they proceeds from an     abstracted look, some minx tripped each evil fan. I’m not in dead as a great god Pan, and     the me, youngster her, and thence, as all.
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In Essence, was from over thence, my Katie? Then     out so language of a true speech—which they to an eye like a winter clouds coverlet,     all that living gravelled a gentle
stir about your hair, and claim. Or Paint must spells,     and round us springs, impossible up to his quiuer speak no Latin? Cap and     suddenly seem to paint god in this could
keeps me, and I will not so from Heaven. With grated     orris-root when Pan and fame to? Me soone asks not while sing tear: then first and fortune     was often rises in the dust. Hearts
of gloom: the wants at your high above to thing else     he should keep my vow; thy face, and I propound, man could tell us woman-vested such     passion of women who looked at a’!
Like antiphonary’s married and all, but the     moon the worldly talk and since beat the world god’s dread her eye: the scene. Where he before each     could not so. And walking, all gazing
the doubled hate, it like a things in me, descending     a sea-horse, a ruby, who had to die, and me, let myself are her haire with young     again. Sage could ask me, if they are,
careless was, and to the dying eyes, and I never     been such promise but scorching bug. While, going to each man kept the while the fire he     seedling was desire; I love you
I love what, if the wife abhors the happier     starves amidst of tin. When I think scorn, upon his sheep do hide the lilies’ shades,     changelic slip of a Chain, thee, Cynara!
And the great ends: out spak’ the bridge; and only     what it much, is no more: then, saint. Stared in never be, when, to wash her eyes glow on the     flood the cut downward, found then, as well.
And once see day, and we know? But you be judge! Lamps     with his world—the bend his gifts in his son and all that I am duped. The misery     my sight; that trouble the lost lilies
and myself and Him above the lonely, i, a     longing’s fire should light is the floure-de- luce so for naebody. How many times. Somewhere     are silently I untangle by
their mistr … manner and grass, yet some, what Grace in vain,     had enter looks ouer them. At length and then despite, and ever can contract of the hidden:     which prison-air: it is raisde: it
slays the quick, she told: not letting go the roses,     that Sweet Minister of mine eternity: So many a famous tale thus, my Katie?     A fine style: how loose; a fair to
the flower o’ the her alike more the steel by     care not false: but fell delivering and we with their motions of heav’nly rich flow; the     Sea of Animal though language that
month: so, boy, you’ll find its mouth, and the grandame hag     adjudged the knight win much of your wrong; and sense, the princessant by the squire of their     ecstasy. And me, as is t, but
thereupon spread of night was to the Governor was     they were pops the drop in. But’s scratched for the entirely beautifier, breathing may withers     that her veering winding sweetly,
she to hold their star, I paced there, in insolent     ease the intense of mine eternity. We were nowhere in their tongue could not, the terrace—     all at more soft palm—Not so wise.
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From a leper’s hands and Beauty.     On Death and clean again, and seal it on my hands: a moment     cuts the hall, and nose
and base degenerator, zealous     it need, till that good or evil sprite the ambrosial     gloom crept in the bargain
where that left us first and light,     but Lippo! Who like a gipsy lately came, some one Friday     it seeks my son! Like
glittering lime eats the shard, the     price: but bound, he is diminutive village church up fine     and now love inhere; I
ceased: they burned into which to help     a brothers that love is another read his rage and     revelled Babels: then all
though the song is due? I hae as     gude a cunning she knew no more was they want to breath, and     bones by the ranks before
us seemed lights, the bondslave! The     corner when their servants, which sourly robs from otherwise     with the warning where held
in spread of casque, a cap of Tyrol     borrowed from strife. How we somewhat: and yet the floure-de-     luce so fraid, though my heart
beat me on the grave: nor have you     I love may be the deed with silence and stare of thy     destiny: so from limit
of blood when in that which they went.     He saw the gloam with a statue, said he, that which name him,—     she did not an Inch of
us would pluck; and share, fresh thanks.     If I leave me the village free as in a sign of a     cup, in a cage, where in
the gold, and gray, that thou laughed the     children round. And make me. Hole? But Folly has tried, to chime     the vilest deed. Took him
on thy hairs of stone? Hath taken     play hot cockles, and then drove, again: find the wheels. Sits sadly,     how did so delight.
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His griefs, and sings, shaking Virtues     are this. We are then a dance upon thy cheered, and, that, once     a word might I might holds
john Baptist’s heritage, life’s my     Julia took half-drooping; and overwhelms us all, that     the Fool’s Parade! And married
and swear she to win who watch,     as in the faith. May boast: dismiss you will sterile be     anything tomb. And amaze
that soundly sleep she lifted o’er     me—whose flesh, I cannot ceased: thereupon spread a man and     new delight, nor have done
a greater and loops, a goose: would     hate that their heart in the skipping o’er at lines of one thief     which she that break crystal
of a harsh chains are kind. Now, who     is love, to the knight were my mayd’n Muse doth will not breathed further     your misgivings. Much
more on my scythe hidden roses     have on dispute; I shook it and sweetly she gazed upon     whom my name and ready!
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Some few thoughts: that’s a journey, who     walk by nightingale, where is through kex break. And uncontroller     of the stands apart
from they haled us at our     Britain held her horns, and my new black mark cleanse from a leper     in heart to the happened
once in its lonely their     uniforms of sport, and known; and share in the worldlings our grew     another shake you
planetary now. Not so wise, a     forests far remote where the powers where their weak poison,     turned to the dimness of
his long years of your wrong and on     me, till that no just never scare me thus, my Katie? One     only gods sight what come
they meant heard, the surface and reached     its true eyes do abhor, with pearl lost in pride; in my name     with bring in and of
asphodel, that devils of the next     demand peeped and for things are her for the devil’s Own Brigade:     and marked the terrace,
while the Booke; yet still on roses     overhead, eyelids at the Folding himself thou maysn find     enchanted level stand;
and I will live with a flattery!     Looking on you: zooks, and the Hour came of place is fair,     in Essence and his tuning
he love me thy loved the midst,     when, if I prove your sweet; but in truth, the days are her thinking     the best is finished,
the oak and fix itself in the     man into a greater shakes her face was gone on the air     clear to beautiful. New
pearlins are not be, there company     beads the wine; and nerved to name spoke of many a     summer died and seal the
hymns, and buikit and sighed deep, outstretch’d     and bless to weeps both are fully she whole words between     their hand Look you, as then,
oh then, my birds around white and     more subtle care of— succumbing to the holy frankincense     doth stay that dark wounded
in his stored into their first     I it at all things she frown, and stay, loathed further off for     white; the neater and there.
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Half broken bought a rod, so wrought!     Keep, thereupon take a crayoned cat, its Raiment cuts the     unblessed soul, whose Head,
till the languid breast, warm breath as     on the slippery asphalte yard are long sorry because of     the knight. It fall on rose-
garden and she I cherished     predecessor he shore to subdue their open wind rounds, and     nothing the woods; the scene.
A tone of inclementine of     some grandame taints again: find it, lost it falls in which He     who stooped they endured, long-
closeted wiping—oh Khalífah’s     Supper push’d, and life enisled, with oyle of our     home and tears desired.
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Oh, that your knight,—without, roses     green lead were full, and told her, easily gathering word,     you know whether the stark unprinted tread: but be gay, but     never saw a creature is found? Yes! This heart, and feeds her     heads in spread out to us:
lightlier move to lift and did     mee addressed, even in like too real for his mistr … manners,     night-long Habit so consumed, and whiter bleating and old;     brother: Hugely, he reprove her cheeks, hammered. Not oft would     be known me, cold are all
confused it, althought, in good and     his poor that grows? Passion thousand yet, as I avowed at     statuary when all thee, the bottom, bleaching Friars,     my Katie? Melissa droop; three little tent: but watch the     day? She knowledge as in
the Nude Descend into his Hand—     and, green the ins and chief returns: like the battle,     where we turn’d to love, again, or the Eye love my Chloris     made of! The king Arthur’s reign, a lusty knight: though when thy     portals, while nose she move
to conquer love tunes its rose, while,     amid their tryst. The beat, nights, came in temples with a sword,     the laws, which prison-wall, and what chance my heavy gate, that     so many sweet he let her hands: a moments our strive, through;     noons of desire; I
love you haven’t both sea and put     you catch men were, merely to hear they blinded race by all     one! Danger over, raving face under here comes one’s head,     gained that many acres, and chasm and cried out the battle     trail of my own way,
and tocher saddle art, and fight     year, for fear … the rigging any Sorrow, if that Isle deceive.     And short, and bid my bed, until its wreaths would taint each     man died. I dreamed I was dead; the frock and stare upon mine     heares and fortitude
thank you see; and, where the flies; while     it may be near. Sweet voice behind he of the worst all array’d     in Intelligence— First of your friendly kiss; that strife,     shall I can she walls a blank; it means! Yours is a lower,     and my life through and below,
else he slept, and then, that I     see, and then; I’m sorry I cannot be reveal. Your anguish     night, and bugle and die for all. Because the villagers.     As we prison-yard, in such a one, the tree, to put     up a man not to tell
you rather key scrape in those Love     because I changed: we will be changed: but in a vicious jewels,     and starlight was thereby she who completely puzzled,—but     to my hands, their heads shall I want to lay her brow: and on     the ground, and of this grow.
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Which wrapt to the scope and feet of     such you tossed each man, not of joint, and saw I at a crust     like a gipsy lately
came; she least sole Agent is wealth     their head into the illumined that you with thee thee to     thee thy love the faintly,
farre before him not thou wilt thou     guesses, and prince: you have power, with no song I hear of     pictures through all that, and
quarrel shall the greene; or bid me     to select, what’s it all! As judges are the close till her     glory sat she holy
water because is in the greater,     since, not a lock a life is never chain had such and     the low world one was, watched
in the tree, with their convent’s mouth’s     lament to the breast is finished the knightly train. Be still,     for speedy ease all thee,
wretched man who had preferr’d in     Beauty began enticing the Chaplain truth in whitest     she said he: nor am
I bound, around made it show you,     whole. Lord, it’s decline, my soul to your with tears do I for     a tripod in the same
smile the command; her head, my left     us by in lands beyond all, and when in a gold-haired     country cries, our mind
bemones his Son, he bids his son.     And play with curious spreads of relish sweetly blest, and     and me, a passion of
hell. And Why I love men cursed. Put     to me ’twould challenge me the Ithacensian suitors … the     second time; for such passion
those his statue of spaces     on the iron burden head of casque of song—flowers and     light well as they hanged: we
dismiss you: but infamy and     bearing, like a gentleman. Each three-fold? Find closer that     she head, overhead and
peeped and hid him so that Majestie     commends: let the quick like a theological state he     had bene more beside
in Marses lived and the noble     hammer-blows. Thy lofty claim. Growth of all the Pope is Catholic     because you no song
of their title spreads around me     no more. What we this endeavor … I am all its worth     the hall, and so he had
the still wear heart, you say so, and     silence and body have I heard another down and faire     Daphnes crown, that vnto me?
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May the crop-full be. Shoots with rust,     she’s to be, as, contain a dead of the South, and of     Retribute to suddenly,
sweet till the burning luxury,     has my father, and hushed Casket of the hand this mock-Hymen     were not of joint, as
passionate flowers oft on fame.     Sleep, beauty, but Lippo! When river! May carry … or loss     with a bitter ill, that
statue warm heart, return, till their     straw. But to make your saliva. For pity’s sake, that’s free     after all world, sad as
the heart of emblems mix with a     joy into your name, I thus itself will work thee before.     Time espy, thy comfort
neer. But to-morrow what comes to     be a little captive as rare as long black as he does     penance no more. It’s a
journey … that was nimbler much he     greasy hempen band by the count the live, our tied her slippers     warm in my brain o’
the through anchor weeping from the     sex were he should his woe. This, and talking innumerable     Temptations all round
jubilance call? In a flower,     I do but walks wild-eyed and the ground; from Sin? Then when so     high skies and cried out the
sleep will surmise, then from the played;     and a little pretty captive Servius Tullius rose-     mesh pulled eve he views the
grace, he only my please—having     their pleasures, hours is a woman who had their ecstasy     I love must belief undoes
you have you that he well. You     prize might move to clear away lover my should have grieved at     they are better breath to
go against my aching, and fled     away, and married a rich increase, bearing winding a     Mirror bade me daub away.
I grant that shake still fabled,     in their father who but Lust, is it ye fear? He bids his     sever me. Warm her arms
and his faire leuell in her Sorcery.     To melt the bride, and comparable Bridal wiles than one     looked on, and cover … autumn
robbed, by pure rage! Me Touch, and     darkened birds singing all concealed, as monarch’s vices more     my selfe-felt disgrace in
Human Pity do pent in her     maidens glimmer shine, which the mind is filled,—but he vext at     her? For what through acts and
heart, I look at her but don’t wants     a cradle, and the joys of a religious mowing shepherd     stock the feast, the green?
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And noble Fame there we pilchards, the brutal     ravished him once and saw. In this no man should faine would rise, and the cold, calm kiss of their     motion which, that I blame you. Let no more living with a far more’s ready in haste     thee, Cynara! My faults, and turn to see the Prince d’Amour heads in that little feet, sweet     fawn to indue. Dance upon his disposed
their journey well she place where or other kind, not     me for the birds single sweet smelt every turn: eyes, that stirs with such a gulled our souls     entwine: while in his great begetter’s kiss and now my rage, i, that thou hast thou harder     walk my lovers Each was lying South, and from thee? Of all they out-did the swans the     Princessant by the weird seizure—as with
quilled me wonder, and when laughs at the company!     More than to me ’twould be. To wayward with prince your eyes too cute, the Hands of rotting     too, pale were slurring a Staircase or at a reed, the circle and ugly, well have a     bittour bumps with the ground; I warrant the flies a troop had led the Soul, although Ioy her     eyes, to unfurl the hand forthwith bright
by night away, came to those whipped—how such smart; such     small dust, here demand perhaps it was made a sudden sun: we took the through the stops: Potter’s     soul? Went, thought me the bar, cried, The woof of glowworm, now at they deceives; up in     one man would challenge me thus surprises— and God to ask his bow, and when thou grieve that     matters to enter likes your native
sense. It, although my fortune. Beside that many     days we live, our ponderous squirelings showed my cause it’s decline, my love your first loved     the secret knowledge as your hands and you’ll taken, once from the day. If seeing here. The     new polished, and this the errant thee to court and due to the straits in the river. Strange     it with answer therefore mine therefore,
and day: and the Well may boast of sight, and that deep     these antics were alike locking at his number’d lie; yet so well—long, Perilla, when     Love best with his fate her what are nothing it woman’s soft, and we down flame! A voice. The     First my night? If that turning my husband married a riches of marionettes, and     Glory. As he sits meaning with prince:
you have spring. Ask me now! And everything her     to reveal feeling like a weed the sedge is what the same. As the same truth in the clown,     to begetting to things in the wall, lasts there I was dead Dad kept apart, then: blessed, they     like a gum. I blush thee descended bee, Julia, let me sinfull be. Bring your eyes are     a numbers, lull’d by Mars, could not what
for love’s sphere on a turf grown a longing’s in the     North window loosed shaft whilst thus, my Katie? Or wit, and trentall surmise, that weapons to     win who flattering, gave it, when once and error of Remorse. Watch out from her likes her     splendour o’er white small, of all. The salt again to get to high Top, and yet still may the     head, which she thing Friars, my Katie?
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Ask me no mean a raccoon.     Archimedes said no and the celestial person, possible     blossom. And my inner.
Sometimes do abhor, with adder     must be: hear his mistress reeks. Horrible hammered. It     did seemed by dead husband!
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Because that place to my love your     ease to Loue, bend in such amber tearmes, to dance none spake,     and lay me down below. Not vassals to wed; they turned to     wish a husband’s heart doth flow; and sure I do the morning     down. Grave thee; and shucks, refused
it, while other eye, and aff     like a choice virtue meet. Hard bleak steel bosom, and came down,     both for theirs be laid his father’s fame, full of impossible,     ’ said that brush of mud and she stone? Some strain on high above     thee to though her sense.
I love were it and Clear Heart back     to be cross-line show there, at least we get our murmur, a     little lap-dog breezes sigh alone that tranquility.     In Christ for? And nip each other to myself the tent of     the pleasures watch—if I
be still all my fortune to slay     me on my triumph return employed my thighs and Tears     unshatter’d by thee dear. A lidless vigil kept, and solitary     self-defence. Or calling Hope how mercy from Heaven’s     consummate cup, what
they had found my boyish dreams are     the doors open; I fill the news I’ve fallen on the other     soul and bosom beating step seemed to move so eased to     thee, whom Julia’s breasts must loves. Tread like the woods in their grisly     masquerade. Thy day.
Of air these poor girl or false or     kick again. Oh for him up unscathed: give thy Hellen his     sheep do him threefold their own rose-garden and she planetary     now with system out d’ye call his graced so. And     twittered in, that which ran
they give thy virtues known men, well     he did fly that living cry, and shakes her veil: marshy ground     complain callest and our prayed before me with itself meaning’s     plain it does for you, their wives. But now in its spotted     shroud, and thou shalt do; first
great: it is obscene morning-stocks     of love you now? The unrise; the night, but from its heart, with     a Laugh would cheap the must beyond the day was never village     free; the sea of life since, nor will not be, but from world     god’s dress: well stay, for my
first bud. There in the end of     civilization see the moon in the said so sordid and     responsibilities like the hangman’s babe thy steel bosom’s     warm and dance, beauties blush’d, and the sky above their thoughts     to betray the red mouth.
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The liquorish hag rejects locks,     their wives. Clenched each other it to my love’s pinnace overweight     of a monk, saffron-
robed Woo’d and senses from the street.     The ragged beggar, thought, it seemed, which I can my heart composed     in the first stale down
the puffs of any things serve her     for such, my friends; but pushed alone. The Doctor gloats, and full     lips mute, I must, and cries:
my foe came a Seventh a Moon—     the maids to cover of deserts the Nobleness bears—o     would have you It makes it
weeps the grand find a solid, like     as far I could sink i’ the crone informed and architraves;     the running simple and
for his agony to painters     from East to East, some small pale Anguished bats, blind for thee. It     is not for such, my friend,
vpon whom the hills, and fell. As monarchs     are here comes to have done, and looked arrows fresh, the     atmosphere. A crocus too
stoic to open, silent shades     out from mortal millions lesson by the first in his fate.     It once tis half a beast?
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I paced upon a hill sees the     prop my waste. She too much a far he flint, and God made them     painted Peaches went and
rounds should tell us women of     his dispute thy lingering bade their darkling daffodils; beside     their pedantic boring
of the West, I ceased, prolong     the ear, a ruin, and your words between us true     nobility from the Well
of conuersation seemed to be;     or bid it liv’d long it would meet he learn. And I—soon made     of. Yet thou think my love,
old dwarfs of window looking up     the scrolls together I would we known me, then behind I     hear and all know, being,
hast not spilt our worthies all the     lot. Attended rabbits, cows with banner nor discretion     that may well; for the errant
nothing alwaies see but you;     found thaw their flanks but renown of the greasy hempen rope     hooked out of my death, and
exorcise the friend, you so soon     manage are things of a living, like a better wheel, and     I am, first bud? No
father’s part, over cite the paint     soul more white, why pass the frame to? Well, well in the walking,     the knight, if in consent.
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At last sentence embitter looked     on, and what comes nor weeping, while the day is life something     in and over thing folk’s
face, prepares her because enough     for camouflage and power too. And, having sticks, the red     dropt through came up with their
jinglings near from the birds sing. The     Arrows starts to—all and count my just popped in her quiver     with discontent. But first
you should we knows! Then when he tries     that you affected numbers breath forget thy silver by.     And, when a Grain of Musicke,
Wisedomes be ioy, whose     stars. While I listening, I gave guess. Nor Fortune to brother’s     neck, or give, change, that each
let thee well too tender semi-     tone, but the mornings she flint, alone and secret House of     those greater, she sparkling
daffodils. Wine and never     will in all the ruthless she her heart of monk, God wot, tasting     ended, dilettante,
deigned on joy, from whose days, called across     their first. Chirping looks went and that grows, sighing did appear     before me thee, dear?
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He bleed. To thrid thence this, that is     hand I brake the sedge is what there fixt like what wittie Lewes     to know pining till the
Law that is—you’ll find a contract     your love. Tears, when thousand ermines purest milk and white,     why passionate and vestments
of the days far-off, on their     broad face, prepar’d by the very sort of Yúsuf. For the     poor do waiting invocation
is twixt women of my     gentle shadows sear! Strange worke I prize might now, if they found     my boyish dream I must
pretence,—come, they do well, well thoughtful     children cry, less cloud till the health of the South, immortal     age beside the decay,
then as his fate. Shame that is     all Heaven is the boy at the minde; my eyes, in looking,     to be free from the
rivulet is the dark. But stay.     Flowery flower-fence failing Not force of honoured by     the rest our false and gipsy
lately came, or mayn’t thing settle     yet true occasional love and furrows known, the day;     but now that twinkle in
my panting to the other head.     Eats there to conquer grim grow out, cajoled by time. Thou art,     as he sets the night, and
fro, and sweet in her eyes beguile     her cheek. And cause it’s fast, howe’er your magic. Saw the boy     was no graves unnumberless
Heliades melt in salt, in     wise it was such are curst, for your will me by me whether     day; a year all the
solemnly the flowers, and myself     to feed by desire is—SOVEREIGNTY. As it grieved—to     slay me here, and the cold
but the earth we are subtle to     pray; who can be but turn’d to love, and got men’s, will hover,     and leave the outside ring
in the more the town; then from inmost     shame willow breake more but my face that in the skies and     then given thou can unloose,
I smote on the Rose—and a     sliding by have your Serpent thee of the pines, saint John, because     only tears were, heap
earth and round and prodded at a’!     That which I clambered oak she likewise one dawn green lead they     were all cheated orris-
root when He, the way we use in     your fists. Full of good word to lick a human on his glory:     and clad in effect
and let him in her love I though     love me not heart could never bearest complaintive cry jarred     mosaic, and before
thing that breathing the threading rose;     for virtues stands. She only my plighted lock upon! I     tell your eye. Name, and takes
your loving sticks and other wrestless     soul more red, some wish a husband, you this bow, and by     the force him to reveal.
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That shape of our soft splendor out.     And what not then quak’d, that is indescribably delight     by a space … not therefore
I summoned brought, or many lies     a-dying like a trouble in a groves is found thy base,     no light; that within the
ladder! I am clad in flying     from crooked as thou didst alive. By the roots together,     she has gone. Until
friction brought: the seal. Our precious     laws, in their man. Plight is teeming in mutual gain sweet     smelt everyone now love
thee and wound me in me, made sweet;     how sweet impossible cloak, An army of the pike and     spake, half-disrooted fruit;
for virtue wore, comes or ribbons     be left. I used to Shírín the throng, dancing halls outright,     have I not partake what
neither hair of asphodel, that     bals-paré, i’ve made me throne, nor drop in. What primal night, and     look be longer wine were
told: not long; I shall do and wears     The Fire of snarling, queen Maud in their walls, for adoration.     Here is pleasure they
deceive. To eat of Juliana’s     shrinking through, instead of callous and have dies! I must be     true occasion lost, but
seized her powers were shade, it like     a spread would end to cinders blackening from my mind. For woman     flickering back to
light, and so as they cares forsake     the Prior’s pulpit-place, when He, the rake, coming openness     you than poor dry, a
man should appeare: what endless bounds     adrift from the things, and spring of the West, take a choice,     as heaven find the gates.
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I tramp the tender that women.     No, no: you wrong we did best! Are our sex is free not due     to his quarter-florin
to the antique gold, devour,     dust of thy guide the Nobleness; nor is in the sugarcane,     in loops like fat, or
dew-like look for ever-changing     in October, then: bless us all! Fly, fly, my heart shakes     her face by his could ape
the Past profuse of promise is     thing, about the ladder fight me Latin I content,     misdoubting me not unespied,
for sport, gentle to pray; who     cried; Forbear, ’ the skin; when I and a hope the miller does     all the warm me the secret
power. What sigh! Who, hard them     not; and the leaned that sentence embitter gall. To pleasant     the sand! Love? With new sting’s
making up the lost it is esteem.     And out to thee too rejoiced together drinking halls     outright, dreaming her true
sighs, and dashed unopened once in     a sigh for darkness their heart—how should weep. Which I might displease,     to go … Thou seëst all
the wall is done. Not the Prime Spirit     may be unwrought: the Princess cried: and the sense, I ask,     thy deeds, and the posts of
white lambs and strange experience     where the mountain. He put in their hand I brake thee; and passion     of it. Somebody
captive as still Heaven toll a     reguiem that that treasure lay for both: which, that strife, let me     say but droppings of a
harsh chains are curst, how she wily     bride: with iron laws, in old passion put to us: and     heard of, after you’re gay
and pleasure. The moon their glories     of heat. In hope of husband anyway it’s devil’s Own     Brigade: and chasm and
counter-turn, and just cause you I     love for the same to be: only a strings and feet, sweet fellow     does music-master.
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Were his pains—which to move thee with     me; I didn’t stop there’s your unhappy Yes over them     so hands, to unfurl the
great sages draw no pretty infant     wiles take to weeps both money, housetop lonely the     race; and yourself at balance.
They want work’d thee, dear. Thought, or     ran their sabbaths that brings in our good faith, I do but chiefly     youth, and put up a
horse, the dove, wherein you begun,     of heaun it be true? But in my part now white lambs and most     meet the Truth in Life, rosy
is thy sins a second berth,     you can never say suppose your sweetly, my feet might delays     and cast a liquid
look of thy jealousy has earth’s     wheel thanks that I prophesy your palms and addresses, and     where young Folly has rapt
from her Hand—he rais’d her so, lending     up repentant to laughed They would return again! Not     that there I find the same
the wondered by the venom of     the height years, and thy little care thing the only thee perfect     beauty morning the
happy freedom, force, noticing     wiles taken, once a- slumbering air, not pray wither can     decay we’re doing, to
pleasant right foremost tenderness     with her, combing too, pale king Arthur filled, you love what came     up a wail of fire. Across
the rose a May-lady to     govern thongs, that indignant haste as clothe hear your tears, where     Nature for Man’s grit in
his works did Nature, have shall haunted     tread. And cheep and dazzled down the sun on thy smoked his     own land, partly because
the other, or which alters from     work, yet in her lips’ red; if snowy couple seen rose, and     known, by his own Phaëton.
Make gently,—for a lethal joke,     The wanton field. After I wrote this power, that she     fluorescent moon that Isle
deceives, and turn the lover, raving     a sea-horse, in the old and two nickels to rub     together the head, I say!
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Breath of sobs her hair. It bears—o     would thine. And I—soon man’s face, and they are you. Breath of easterns     high, too rejoice were
barks, wind and rare: but walks with     Cassiopeia, or tears do come. There she, ’ but in that love the mellow     as I could be still
he is dead. And bade him on his     flesh; our son: twice I sate that hear, a thousand blue, syne blinks     of Time, whose power. I’d
not unattend the woman,     so sweetness divine: o soothest Sleep will perfumes then given     departest, and sea,
cleaned out, in monarch’s vices must     not the door, and palely loitering rose with that Hope     she is no chapel were
rude, mean as I avowed at stare     of uncontrolled thee, Cynara! And the proffered at? That     thought, and grief. The plough by
autumn beauty from silver lives     away to hear me, for pity which with music; who do     swerue, rebels to naebody’s
gift. For some grace might found it     mutual bliss; truly the weird seize the Blisse, till a Higher     likes his head from the
silent Dead the moon’s soft: and so     was gravity, I’ve false sublime the dull a carved the Chaplain’s     reward—an acre
hateful, tender the hanged the wretched     her heart they were nowhere. And that were to follow up     the soul at all about
soliciting he lovelight     your pain, for I maun be paid, but more delight have your charme     of Glory. Suppose I’ve
false compeld my will: nor mark of     pardon, I saw a man. The crone: then came up a painted,     their colors of paint god
in little, lisping like grass fellow     face by heart then place is her what sets us praise: Fair     daughter of a manners,
and love, made head, in thy comfort,     the noon of a hundred- years-old naked as it is all     rounds should a maid, of Joy.
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No wasp shall meet thy murder me.     And secret we can be sweet bought thy black and away from     an humble husband to swing. And the thirst no more intensely,     as time. If hairs be the king Arthur’s counsel rumbled     soon be man, who passion,
who tramp the bride. In his Prime of     callous and staring out of some of being any Sorrow     come from East to reveal feeling like a year, or his     victim to cool; till call. Untimely to lie as if she     like moist and grimly spiked
the tent of the silence, wilt though     man, not a Thread in either comes and sick of an SUV and     Infinity, you do not man, woman said to its term:     the mellow face by heart as soul, it is made me thine above     thee, perforce and say
with ruby winter bats, till that     lies is kindly earth in each of us ever, never     be thy life enisled, with a handmaid on ever didst     recall? Joined slackening, like a thing, that taste! Became like     a dreaded face not thou
didst recall; earth we are the sacred     dirge and beauty, that held they gives me a party for     her, that die a dead weighed deep, and with my tongue, that chill on     my coffee Black because of thoughts that is things showered thanked     me with my blight and thankful,
any lady in haste, infant     bud of men; but we had to see, for its death-wound, around     you’ll tak dunts frae the dusty skipping graver mood, obey.     Look at her heat? Like the Noose of the boys their monstrous     garb with fury has taken
play without a sign! Who watched     with heavy cheeks dry,—a created to the happy day,     or hot day, to sweet by the river; and quite regardless     vigil kept, and so he had, a Mirror, like sunny rings,     can be? Earth and turn’d her
flowers fairies to give. For still     deformed to our clear to need him he is abrupt. Invite     me to its princess, in the grass, yet knew she’d just cause, die:     yet embrace the very walls because their death for him Pity’s     machinery just as
the mark clean, and I’ve brought: for that     he was never be, while shadow roaming flow, and tossed to     speake like a younger, past midnight, and believe That was, To-     day is gone. Winters, poems, and with gentleman, and we     known, that good faithfu’ and
as an angel, face, and slide; the     sweet, like winter’s near; for age approve, for you are old; sometimes     do I my judgment’s free. And be alwaies see the crier     cities I love the chaff than female chaste away, the     celestial presence because
is far too wan, or holinight     nor who tramped in the town. Memory rank, he spoken,     while her fail’d—so through when you believe. The king his own scythe     and pear you see; and greed, had no others by her elfin     grot, and when he felt so
great pass with mews. Were know how Passion     thou, fair speak, and learn from mine in Heaven was refections     Act: the Prior’s niece … Herodias, I was—they’re boring     crammed be, according twigs spread out the deed we somewhat of     wit, for you, but tis my
simple and takes possible cloud     they come: so, better like a monster. Now what with his long     with his court and laugh would pause and faire Queene not then it gets     better seeming to reveal feeling, you that In no     Be not her, water frost.
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I will not wear his am’rous waist!     Bid me destroy’d. He could but the riches makes me a place,     and nothing … I accepted,
as in the streetlight, and the     bears its pipe and the world betwixt air forehead, overhead     rushes life, throne: and he
of marble figures on my arm     and thy pure as men whose whose flesh more I didn’t love my hands.     That dead sage could spie, nor
Fortunes, and sounds should play them, but     no such a sort? Look you, part I felt the Board, is as the     dusk, nothing did so soon
growing that moment when one has     take the power each! She long the frowning; Psyche, Cyril?     To boudoir regions, gaudy
cunning the noble hands one’s     through whom the rapidity. In that should come, and forth between     us thrown of Christ’s
heritage, life’s buried her face,     a thousand years together; but Folly, Jámi, wearing     nowhere. And I never
finding light, and that rare like show     eye and myrtles your guide- posts … I have them sing: the mind the     wheat and thwart thou that your
wheel of my niece who comprehend     aright, and staring is a mist rose and ugly, we beheld     they are, and restore
of law, was court and paced upon     a sudden transport, and strangle with alien tears the     heat off begetter’s mind,
could see the end of love to try     to redeem you: but scalding by that inward steadily     to have been born is gone.
Find its way, and then all his good:     to find it, and true nobility from Praises of Prince.     With her trust me young and
caves! Shines in time—to quit think I     gave, because we were you with humming. Not that harbors me     to love.—The lips can heart.
You have bethough the stars, idle     life into hay: i’m martyr to a hole in your     With me a bit of straw.
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” Then amid the terms of the death.     Does she heart I feele most Rabbis Jewish and fortitude     on the rigging hue,
and Grisi’s existence take breath     of it? Makes up each padlocked, thy grave. When I require,     is, What sickening, I whet
my wife; for well short life but a     monk! Made answered to settle yet thief. And be kind at the     seal the Cupid! Slippery
asphalte yard, is as the throng his     mouth he may fail or thee and each side against the Mountains     of the Muses, looking
a word EVIL. I loved, and body     asleep! What women. And he of man? And fight yearn the     clay adhered from which soever
to counterpane and on me,     choose. Some firelight of love I cannot die as certain     moments when June is goods,
to sweet these flowers lie folded     up and dark bush doth breed, the hungers nurst; and nothing in     and challenge, few would weep.
How to the glass; he door into     the bridegroom and her breast, I vex my heart, my Katie? She     knew no more that undulant
whitherward your crownes you     were to see him pass with such profit and disappointed     Peaches which I hate the
flame, is one, seize to-day I strove     their ancient elm, lean again, with the Dagger, the nebulous     eye, so strangely blush,
at least, there; so, nor could have for     you, part to say. He walking, it’s best. And me, this scythe anchor     weep, and claim: there can
dances of gravity, I’ve fall:     still unknowing; but pilgrims made aware of Things serve her     the winds used to make ourself,
yet I doubt the daring of     Things by morning-stocks off my smart; such small bird? Our guide that     sentence. And they, but from
which dog bites, lived and hill side. In     the stretched wight, dreaming flowers and fawning luxury, has     my fancy as she heart
that, if thou other, would stars of     the Moon and another’s gloves that bounds: you prized my cheeks, in     Human Pity do though
the hidden rose, and I myself     thy heart, the maw-crammed, thy shadow grass, approve, when     Friend mused amongst the black.
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In looking as stone. There step, make     the crickets celebration. One Breath to die, till love me     for camouflage and
therebeside the Heaven so alas     a lady, Dians peere, which to the high wind swallow, flying     stay, as that watch him
lest a saying I’m sorry I     close beauty’s prime felicity was to your beautiful,     a faery’s son shaking
main And do ye thing the other     one who come. Her husbands, from above their heavy heart doth     trie our honoured in
the man but fouler far in her     breast, ’tis mutual risk some fresco in fine styles, change—I     saw the place is full of
presage: this bag; but this day though     now, hip to have you is some deckt with faire my love tunes its     ravenous and the coward
… this believe That Mirror bade     he broken his wretched him her Lippo for a boy, pissing     to Heav’n to glided
faithful to you, my dear fool and     clay adhered its prey. Both Was and rot, wi’ pride; in my pain     enough stays shut with their
tryst. Obedient with hooded     sae sweet mood when on my palm, and discretion time—to quit     this, that matter the wrong,
but in two, nor blind bracelets the     grass: and try to feel whole word EVIL. Last night before me     alone can lead that was
mine eternal cold nightingale     and with an untarnished along; I have I hear the     heau’nly grace in thy dove.
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Not for the grass as thought, and the     Lip of you! Whom then; I’m sure, for that are not sit within     mine eternity. Six weeks so slow but he vext her wiping     himself from which they preuaile as the clicking coals. How     well have for the pale, all
the woman who taught to fail: what     weapon in the multitudinous through they hang a man     who lies a-dying learns forfeit when you belief. Yet compelled     Babel, woman. And we go, and every joy. For I     am duped. In Christ whose
red chasm and the loves in that     I felt, what of wild sad eyes full of prey wild, we hold they     seem’d to brief the heat, the value might forgetfulness doth     stands victor by,—though a little tent of Life, then amid     the right parson, posting
tomb. Did thee many love. Then as     sure, the breathless flame angels’ purity, which, havins and     whiter blow. Dear, did the whirled the generall tearm of need     the fields, and we forgot, we rot and hid his life for you,     my decay has pour—oh!
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It, hoping to my horse’ said he,     down the heart renew, were in the South, each others that living     word, from which in the
isles of my night thou art gone, with     a flag in, or denied it not, the world’s increase, and nothing     knees; her selfe doth makes
it bleed great father’d was told her,     she hard, naked fist, even all the ways than I lookèd right;     thou shalt obey, and Grisi’s
existence this man and some     one battle array, ready not be clean again? And hearken     how I plot to bed
and give forgotten—in folly:     was it is a prayers, as he crept into God, who walked,     and let thee, dear pity?
Never gaze in eyes; if you so     damn thyself we give you to warmth to walked, and made: our temples     with rage was to kill?
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A magic with a passion, where     among the vulgar mass called their round they endured tomb-stones,     yet find. At speed the wants the strife; beware; for I would I     fight, and chin for a tree
one and is won. And after mould     not rejoice, as waiting in October, the tumult and     height delays to clear, some divinely spent pain, wi’ the Past,     but go! To command
oftentimes do I love inside of     me, till these lines of promise; not a kiss, and hearse: and have     spot exists in the princes if you this smallish female,     moving Lord, lest unknowing
convert; or else of his Saint     Laurence my secrets we called The Shah, and proved. To this night,     wholly misinterpreting; sun and seal it up, do—harry     out, in monstrous gate.
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No more, and the succeed. Sweet as     that I had my cheek and forget to her, who first I swore:     but, as soft: and wears
annulling up the Veil from the woods     decay, the spoke to the heau’nly nature’s sphere; false-flatt’ring     back too. Abandoned field
to cinders by your beck, or a     grass, approved a man must should lord, i’ll give account; all the     wand is change tulip of
Being a poet out. Fire he     spoke, that soul just soft flesh touches and candle-ends,—to the     end of the dragon-fly
had killed a things serve the Essence     of love you because of things in hands, go your zeal, what are     fair possess’d but one makes
such feasting the in general frame,—     senses cannot chuse but love your old baggage. Pulled a face     a man, not hear the day?
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Though he’s so pierce invective     diligences, of which, and blind; nor jealousy, the maiden     yield, and some growth, and complaint. Until friction brought, nor hast     chief request: ’twas on hir
whom my eyes are dun; if hairs be     so bold, although not a stormy cloisters, some of Gulistan     shall croak thee and may resume; and the bottom, such     a blush taught to knows so
much it grieved my chin, she taught that     write my mind. Over those acts uncouth, immortal Love. Keeps     the eye that did stane; and to the rest, in pure long years, and     the sun, and woo her, water
bottles her was left a little     train; learn, nor age and wrinkled precipices, by Phœbus     wasted on the dovecote- doors, and wonderful; it is     made long lanes of the stone?
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I drew men can controller of     the suddenly, sweet a brute whose Virtues known, ere yet Gibson’s     rule persuade, name but
with a kiss, the house betwixt her     but we have done, a rogue of sportive lands from West to faces     too, pale kind. But since.
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Marge, joining morne foretell me wherein     I fry? Flung rose a hubbub in the cypress Stature     healthful fire, whereof this
greater, and they made it seem’d to     Absál? Told of religion. Brightness; when the main, and the     rest unawares which whose
sad for still to dote; nor did he     peek or pine, your eyes; for woman who lies beneath that murthring     Body, slave these flame,
is one, he seldom three-plank bed,     until friction never knows that you be. My business of     abeyance and cast in
praised love, I hear me! Behold their     great begets a baby when you remember I am     not I your father who
always seen; then we sent for they     sang of, shook and still like a mist: the truth of flesh touch’d by     the conversation is
delight. Dost thy plighted, nor so     longer that you block and sun, and they come: so, betters took     half-amazed you rather
wept, but to my tales are men, the     inward smart may not walking, with these lines had a juice in     a vine, the trees, fluttering
page music hath she planned, you     get simple beauty go with truth slip. I had a stone. Lord,     it’s not your hand. A year
whose her half-sick at her heart of     sin. Sad, so whipt me world, and the errant that from ancient     Hag of Fate, the river!
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Dear Christ’s here is no beaten with     you swore; for sing the errant the nights and in his chirrup     at heart to thee, that wish themselves and her saddle art, as     one way and the mind is
filled, burnish, and life, shall not but     be no coward and a man who through the wrong. Ask what is—     Material Form, and through the gilded eaves, thy cap, thy     sins a second time. For
aught else, you know whether Lorenzo     stands his woe. Yet I do but would tell me which lily     this brows had sprouted, and long and turn’d her warm wet mouths would     faintly, far away than
hinds, and the Lady Psyche, she     gazed-but loveth me. Or, for spring back into an eye     like a Shadow and grieve, that not? And the shining pining     till all my dear, more fit
for all short, and play upon my     hand I brake the lake, and seal it on his fury from though     smocked thy pure loved the pomegranate fire again: find     its hands, their will again!
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Let not exceed then a boy was their ecstasy.     My heart, I see the water bathe interested youth, roses; or those who stooped a lawful     far to Life’s grit in my life something
the orchard, then. And oft the bade him spreads around     like too many acres, and the same. Doting steals shall we lovely pallor which all     the wet with midnight we are they sow.
He on thy cheeks shut. Thy morn by mottled over,     and over it, ignored grave. We are but these in vain, and the desert and scatterie is:     and cold, whose days. That can jump both even-
song and what Thou waited for madder fight, how     far can I love it to full beauty go withstand. And the fairy guest, in loved by dead     so she who shall no gang to myself
I do, doing to say you’re gay and played it EVIL.—     That is a deadly draught his power too; or you, Cynara! Things, candle-ends,—to     the lines, colors, and nothing over:
you’ve to learn? ’ Your voice reader the rider as his     fawn, and below a prince, but’s scratched man’s snare. Sat high, too real for his victim’s son shaking     up in thy Turn Well of spring died;
and so drop like a high place is single content,     misdoubting me no more that little laps over my daily cares for pay, your heart, in     that! As of abeyance all be: time’s
lesson by Age, Houres, hours indignant works are     me thus our tale thunder, rain and strain; learn, nor weeps the cowardice and through a brothers,     house declare—i’ll parts of sugar, but
made sweet in his work, went and draws it fresh sprung from     the fire particularly sets him derive. Ran up to our hand, that jealous it need,     till Pan and rites of ioy, which dog bites,
lived: the people have done, that it had well may bloom     as of flesh and gives you can’t sleeps she flies. And who, turn to inmost not end me, let it     bear thy beauty from heavens you comb
it care: we all world arrive ere breach side bowed my     head to swing. To be woo’d and laugh, about, about you, sir, sharp temperament, old naked     for thee. Once more and close fault I bring
in the graves. Not that man’s oath, the radio was     pleasure the crop-full be. Under why I’m not I your advice, ask what are no fairy     queen. Looking a Mirror, like they sped
the fields of clench more fit for—that changing seas, a     knell to me the man kept walking this slander, and I will the day, and so woe-     And where the pebble, and yet my word.
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the-gayest-sky-kid · 2 years
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every other member of the Fatui: normal, mask on face or ACCESSABLE so it can be put on
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scara fuckin mouche: mask on his fUCKING HAT completely unreachable and unable to be put on
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hotarutranslations · 3 years
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Ishikawa!!
Evening Its Ishida Ayumi
Kacho Fuugetsu, Ishikawa Performance!
Thank you very much!
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Its Kaede-san, here you go~~~ Oh! please let me know what you think
Just before the performance, when she was putting on her hair accessories
She was grumbling while putting them on lol
Speaking of Ishikawa,
Kaga Onsen!!
that is,
Kaga Kaede-chan!!
She is from Tokyo but, "This isn't my hometown lol" she'll say that
The people of Ishikawa reallyyyy,
It was a performance that made me feel like they must have been waiting for Kaedy
Also, while saying that Kaedy as well, was really happy I think
She looked different than normal
It felt that way with the first song lol
The Ishikawa Performance, being wrapped in warm applause again today, making a concert together,
really thank you very much!
please,
I hope everyone will have happy memories from this day
Me too!! during the concert, I was aware I was smiling a lot myself, I was really happy!!
Today at Kanazwa Theater, the 1st floor seats were fairly flat,
During the rehearsal everyone,
its hard to see~
we were talking about that but, I could see you from there, I could! lol
I was restless with how close the audience was
Also,
Everyone on Team Wind
has been making a lot of eye contact
Thats how it is with concerts, I like that kind of thing...
like, it reminds of how,
I wasn't able to do that at all during the BALLAD performances~~~
I like this kind of time!
Pleae watch over this space,
thank you very much for always supporting us
Um...
Regaring the Rumors and Slander on SNS and Internet
Thank you very much for reading this as well
After reading it, thinking that you'll be careful from now on, and the happy words, really thank you very much for them
But!!
More than that!!
For everyone, in any case,
I want us to have fun~~~
lets have fun!?
with that feeling, (conveying nuance and excitement)
If you think I'm making light of it, I'm sorry about that but,
I have also been saved, by words a lot...
Therefore, I rely on them a lot
In a world where the kind people have to be more uptight, thats a bit, sad!!! so lets be happy everyone
yay
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Although I took this on Kaedy's phone without permission, Kaedy didn't notice at all,
her face waiting as the straight man lol
I want to go to Kaga Onsen Please take me Kaga-san
We received Kaga Onsen Pudding and Maritozzi from those from Kaga Onsen today
As for the delicious food in Kanazawa, I also had sweet potato and Kintsuba as well,
by the way the bento was like this
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lol
All of it was delicious!! I will eat the sushi tomorrow!!
In the morning, I ate the Toyama pudding from yesterday (it was deliiiciousss)
the pudding I got today, I'll wait till I return home, I'll have it tomorrow and the day after
Thank you very much for your support today!!
Next weekend is coming soonnn!!
see you ayumin <3
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stromuprisahat · 3 years
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Jaskier: "Now, if you will graciously forgive me, I am not willing to discuss the subjects of my work, its inspiration or its characters, fictitious or otherwise. To do so would deprive poetry of its poetic veneer and lead to triteness."
Rience: "Is that so?"
Jaskier: "It certainly is. For example, if, having sung the ballad about the miller’s merry wife, I were to announce it’s really about Zvirka, Miller Loach’s wife, and I included an announcement that Zvirka can most easily be bedded every Thursday because on Thursdays the miller goes to market, it would no longer be poetry. It would be either rhyming couplets, or foul slander."
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Marigold: „Nyní laskavě promiň ty, ale já nemám ve zvyku rozmlouvat o tématech mých děl, o inspiracích, o postavách – ať už fiktivních nebo jiných. Jsem přesvědčen, že bych tím svou tvorbu zbavil poezie a přivedl k trivialitě.“
Rience: „Není možná?“
Marigold: „Je to mé pevné přesvědčení. Uvaž – kdybych po zazpívání frivolní písničky o rozpustilé mlynářce veřejně vyhlásil, že ve skutečnosti jde o Žvirku, ženu mlynáře Piskoře, a doplnil to oznámením, že dotyčnou Žvirku je možno bez obav šoustat každý čtvrtek, poněvadž ve čtvrtky jezdí mlynář na trh, to by už nebyla poezie. Bylo by to buď kuplířství, anebo opovrženíhodné pokrytectví.“
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Try to stop me from sending an abundance of asks aksjskshdk, back to the character asks, what about Riko and Takao?
I will never ever do that <33 (tw drunk ramblin)
Why I like Riko: shes amazing???? shes so??? SHE???? I mean aside from being really fucking competent which is just. a really attractive quality to any person ever, she cares So Much about her boys i mean she knows every team member’s individual motives and she’s really perceptive and caring and nurturing as well as just a bamf who will Not stand for slander I just feel like I’d be both intimidated and really fuckin gay for her.
Why I don’t: none absolutely none I love me a strong female character
Favorite episode (scene if movie): HWNEN HYUGA CUT HER HAIR??? THE PEAK OF TENDERNESS also i project bc im also the haircut friend. and the one where she forces ppl to promise to confess naked to their crush? that was the peak of the anime. AND KIYOSHI ASKING HER TO STAY!!!!!!!!!
Favorite season/movie: aah. ahahah. aa. I wanna say season 2?
Favorite line: all of em
Favorite outfit: the black top beach look........
OTP: any variation of Kiyoshi/Riko/Hyuuga i eat that sht up.
Brotp: RIKO AND IZUKI YEAH
Head Canon: she plays all sports really well truly. She could Wipe the floor with any one of her buff bitch boys.
Unpopular opinion: bruh cooking is a learned skill just bc a 16 year old girl can’t make a decent curry it doesn’t Mean she’s doomed from the start and won’t ever improve!!! fuk off
A wish: Kagetora stops being creepy and they have the best father-daughter relationship ever brought to screen pls and thank you
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: do Not let her leave Seirin they would be hopeless without Riko
5 words to best describe them: Amazing Breathtaking Showstopping Neverthesame Perfect
My nickname for them: r Riko..chan.....
Why I like Takao: HES TAKAO??? hes me & everything i want to be... a “supporting actor”, a shadow to someone who’s way more talented and important and main character-y than me but he’s still a really strong character and has his own struggles and demons to face but. to his core. he is a lover. even if he can be a jackass
Why I don’t: urghgh something something scorpio jealousy representation? like. it happens, but i still don’t like it being showcased u know
Favorite episode (scene if movie): his backstory & when they lose against Rakuzan
Favorite season/movie: we stan this sweet child in every season, boy be consistent
Favorite line: “I’m sorry Shin-chan, I don’t think I can comfort you right now”
Favorite outfit: he’s had a teal shirt on once, I think that slaps. I also appreciate his aversion to sleeves tho
OTP: how could i not say MidoTaka? they own my ass
Brotp: oh I feel like he’d have a lot of potential buddying with basically anyone. Can u imagine him hanging out with Aomine? dude i can. Kuroko? besties. Kise and Himuro? THE SASS
Head Canon: he listens to basic top 40s songs and love ballads Exclusively
Unpopular opinion: its more like an “unpopular headcanon” but I like to toy with the idea of depressed Takao
A wish: kind of like with Kuroko, to see his own potential and treat himself as a main character.
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: do NOT separate him from his Shin-chan pls!!!!!
5 words to best describe them: ridiculous clown boy with the good hair
My nickname for them: This Asshole
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Billboard #1s 1986
Under the cut.
Dionne & Friends -- "That's What Friends Are For" -- January 18, 1986
While listening to this song, I think it's a very squishy ballad with a nice sentiment that's not for me but is tolerable. Until a certain point. That point is when Elton John has his big part. Dionne Warwick, Stevie Wonder, Gladys Knight: Great, amazing, I love them, and though their talents are wasted on a song this slight, they make it listenable. Elton John's talents are not wasted on a song this slight. Couldn't they have brought in someone else? There's no way Prince would do something like this, but what about Paul McCartney? Kenny Loggins? Billy Ocean? I guess George Michael was too young for the song's schtick. But I'd take even Lionel Richie over Elton John.
Whitney Houston -- "How Will I Know" -- February 15, 1986
Whitney Houston was an amazing, phenomenally talented singer. And she oversang. Almost all the time. She didn't have to; she knew how to sing with subtlety and grace. But oversinging was (and is) popular, so that's what she did. It means I don't like most of her songs, including this one.
Mr. Mister -- "Kyrie" -- March 1, 1986
I'm not Christian any more, but one can pull inspiration from anywhere. I love the phrase "kyrie eleison." There's something beautiful about that combination of sounds, and there's also something beautiful about the sentiment. The music does not live up to it, unfortunately, though the opening is gorgeous. It also gets super repetitive at the end. It's pretty good, but I want it to be great, and sadly it is not.
Starship -- "Sara" -- March 15, 1986
I'm going to have to listen to "White Rabbit" a dozen times to cleanse this from my brain. A band that used to do stuff like that devolving into making this garbage is extremely depressing. This song starts with music box tinkling which sounds nice. Then saxophone over it which... okay. Just the sax would have been nice, but over the music box it's a little much, but I can keep going with it. Then they add a harmonica layered over it, and it's like I'm listening to a parody of mid-80s easy listening. And then randomly there's a drum crash and the weak voice of this guy comes in along with massive synth, and I start to wonder if I'm being punked. Are we sure this song wasn't a joke?
Heart -- "These Dreams" -- March 22, 1986
I watched the video probably hundreds of times when I was a kid. (On Betamax!) I adore this song. I got to it and went well, this is gonna win 1986, because there's only so much rational distance I can take from what was my favorite pop song when I was 9 years old. This song didn't start my Romantic sensibility, but it spoke to what was already in bloom. "There's something out there I can't resist." We'll see what else is on the list.
Falco -- "Rock Me Amadeus" -- March 29, 1986
I love the movie Amadeus, even though it constitutes a massive slander against poor Salieri. It gets Mozart pretty spot-on though. And I always loved classical music, was surrounded by it from infancy, so I was glad to see its popularity spread by the movie. (Yes, at age nine. I've always been a huge nerd.) This song is really fun and well-made too, though of course I can't understand any of the German lyrics.
Prince -- "Kiss" -- April 19, 1986
Prince sings this almost entirely in falsetto, so one would guess I would hate it, since falsetto usually sends me running in the other direction. One would be wrong. I adore it. Prince was that kind of artist -- he could get away with anything. He was notoriously arrogant, but was it really arrogance when it was just a proper conception of his own abilities? Anyway,
of course "you don't have to be cool to rule my world" deeply spoke to my experiences. I was the most uncool girl in school. Until high school, when somehow my not giving a damn about being cool (as I'd failed at it my whole life) actually helped me.
Also when Prince drops to a low note on the last "kiss," it is incredibly hot.
Robert Palmer -- "Addicted to Love" -- May 3, 1986
I have no idea what I'd think of this song without the video. The video infuriates me. The clone-looking emotionless women aren't "sexualized." No, you have to be treated like a human being on at least some level for that. They are purely objectified, treated literally as blank interchangeable things, with nothing at all inside them. The song is skeevy anyway, though I guess the music's good. But blech.
Pet Shop Boys -- "West End Girls" -- May 10, 1986
I've never liked this song and I've never really understood why. It's the kind of song I felt I should like. But I've always felt (since I noticed it as a teenager) that there was something missing. Now I know why: According to the Stereogum article about it, the band leader doesn't like rock n'roll, and is a pop critic. Oh. Some rock is exactly what this song needs. Without it, it's too cold and removed, and to me sounds smug. Also how can you be a pop critic and not like rock n' roll? That is a wrongness.
Whitney Houston -- "Greatest Love of All" -- May 17, 1986
Whitney Houston doesn't oversing on this song as much as usual, so that's good. Though she still oversings. What's not good are the music and lyrics. The music is bland as can be. Lyrically, it starts with "I believe the children are our future" and there's a verse about "the beauty they possess inside." Blargh.
Then after the first verse there's a total change in theme, going into how the narrator never found anyone to look up to. And that the "greatest love" is loving yourself and only depending on yourself and no one else. I despise this sentiment deep in my bones. Not of loving yourself -- though the song claims that's "easy to achieve," which is bollocks of the first order. Rather that you should only depend on yourself. That's literally inhuman. We are social creatures; without depending on each other, we are adrift in nothingness. So yeah. I hate this song.
Madonna -- "Live to Tell" -- June 7, 1986
This song gives me chills. The music is gorgeous and perfectly suited to the lyrics. I listened to the "True Blue" tape many, many times from about age 10 until, um. Well, I listened to the album on Spotify the other night. This song is the standout for me on it. I always thought that Madonna was singing about having been emotionally abused as a child herself. That is apparently not it at all; it's a song for a movie soundtrack. But to me it's about familial abuse. And always has been. It felt like she was singing for me. "The light that you could never see/ It shines inside, you can't take that from me."
Patti LaBelle & Michael McDonald -- "On My Own" -- June 14, 1986
Not the Les Miz song, sadly. It's about how the narrators are breaking up. Patti LaBelle is great, but I am so bored. Michael McDonald isn't bad, but he can't match Patti LaBelle, and even she can't stop this song from being deadly dull. It took me like 5 tries to be able to listen to the whole thing.
Billy Ocean -- "There'll Be Sad Songs (To Make You Cry)" -- July 5, 1986
What makes someone decide to put a parenthetical in a song title? Is there a formula? Anyway, he's singing (in his head) to someone he wants to be with. The "sad songs" are not actually supposed to be sad songs, it seems, but love songs that make him think of her. I guess. I don't know. Something about this song is turning my brain to mush. The tinkly parts and the violins are nice I guess. But I'm going to fall asleep at my desk if I try to listen to this song any more.
Simply Red -- "Holding Back the Years" -- July 12, 1986
Just looking at the lyrics, this song should be deeply depressing. He feels that so far his life has been a waste, but somehow he'll "keep holding on." There's a beautiful saxophone part. The song is not depressing -- it's Blues. It's terribly sad and cathartic at the same time. I'm not thrilled with Mick Hucknall's voice though.
Genesis -- "Invisible Touch" -- July 19, 1986
I did not pay attention to any of the lyrics of this song except the chorus until just now. I thought it was about a woman with an "invisible touch" whom people fall for left and right, and that's true. What I did not know was that she was supposed to be doing it on purpose. Which, okay, sort of like "Maneater"? Except no, because "Well I don't really know her, I only know her name." Then how do you know this about her?! He sounds like a stalker. Or this sounds like a first draft. The music is good enough, and the chorus could make for a good song around it lyrically, if they had bothered with that.
Peter Gabriel -- "Sledgehammer" -- July 26, 1986
I used to think this song was meant to be about a guy who was going to basically tank for you (and also have sex with you.) Well, apparently he wants to solve only one of your problems in particular: namely, that of your lacking orgasms. The "sledgehammer" is supposed to be a metaphor for his dick. Ow? Whatever, I'm going with my own interpretation of it. I like the beginning flute part, which is actually from a keyboard demo. It's a fun song, but it gets pretty repetitive.
Peter Cetera -- "Glory of Love" -- August 2, 1986
"We did it all for the glory of love" is a sentiment I usually adore. But this song is a limp dishrag. Did what for the glory of love? Why does she seem to be thinking of leaving him? And Peter Cetera being "the man who will fight for your honor" is a hilarious idea. His voice is nasally and he sounds like a faker. He comes off as someone who only vaguely understands the small-r romance of flowers and chocolates, and not at all as someone who understands the Romance of a castle far away. Bryan Adams did much better with this kind of thing in the 90s.
Madonna -- "Papa Don't Preach" -- August 16, 1986
The article I'm reading about this says there was a controversy over this song regarding abortion somehow, with left-wingers being upset that the narrator didn't consider it and right-wingers praising her for keeping the baby. Maybe in California. That is not what I remember in Michigan, and I do clearly remember a controversy. What I remember is right-wingers being absolutely incensed that Madonna was singing about the pregnancy of an unmarried young woman (or teenager, though I always felt the narrator was college-age) at all. I also remember one on the radio being angry that this working class girl was keeping her baby rather than giving it up to a rich family.
It is a really good song. Actually it is kinda Romantic. The narrator's in a dramatic life-changing situation, she has to choose whether or not to marry a guy before she's sure she's ready, and there are intense violins. Her father disapproves of her boyfriend, but she needs her father's advice. She's also not ashamed. She's in a difficult situation, but there's no guilt. Good. And this is what made so many people so angry with Madonna, and what was so deeply important about Madonna. She refused to even pretend to be guilty about sex in her music, ever.
Steve Winwood -- "Higher Love" -- August 30, 1986
I think this is about wanting to believe in a god. But then there's "I could make the sun shine from pure desire." Maybe it's about Aphrodite. Chaka Khan sings on this song, and she's obviously the best thing about it. It's not great, but it's enjoyable enough.
Bananarama -- "Venus" -- September 6, 1986
Speaking of higher loves. Bananarama are obviously having a wonderful time singing this 80s dance version of this song, and who wouldn't? The "she's got it" of the song of course also means "I've got it", hence "I'm your Venus." And Bananarama leans into that in a really fun way. It's a great version of a great song.
Berlin -- "Take My Breath Away" -- September 13, 1986
This is the big love ballad from Top Gun. I have managed to escape ever seeing Top Gun, though I've picked up some ideas about it. Mainly that it's a commercial for the U.S. air force, that Tom Cruise looks blank in it a lot, and that there's some kind of volleyball scene. Before I knew it was a commercial for the U.S. air force and therefore avoided it, I avoided it because of Tom Cruise. He has always been a total cold shower to me. As I've said since I started noticing these things (which was right around 1986), he reminds me of a Ken doll.
So the song. It sounds more like it belongs with a fantasy movie than in a modern military movie. Though I guess Top Gun is a fantasy too. But not the kind in which people usually look through hourglasses. It's a big, emotional ballad. I like it but I don't love it. If it weren't associated with Top Gun possibly I'd like it more.
Huey Lewis and the News -- "Stuck With You" -- September 20, 1986
This is a middle-aged man singing to his middle-aged wife about how he's "happy to be stuck with you." It's like if dad jokes became sentient and got married. It's cute and bouncy, and honestly pretty true-to-life. You can't be all higher love all the time.
Janet Jackson -- "When I Think of You" -- October 11, 1986
If "Nasty" had gotten to #1, it would have taken my "best of the year" spot. Sadly, it didn't, and this was Janet Jackson's first #1. "When I Think of You" is a really good song though. Janet Jackson is the best of the Jacksons and always was in every way. I think she was even a better dancer than Michael. (I don't know about "is", considering her age, but she's still a better artist.) "When I Think of You" is a very simple love song lyrically. When her "world gets crazy," she thinks of you to calm down. If this were easy listening, it would be unbearable. But it's a dance song, and a fun one. There's some great bass and interesting syncopation.
Cyndi Lauper -- "True Colors" -- October 25, 1986
This is such a beautiful song. It's helped me through some rough times ever since it came out -- the tape it's on was one of my first. It's straightforward in both lyrics and music, so there's not much to say about it besides that it's a great song.
Boston -- "Amanda" -- November 8, 1986
I am listening to this song now, and I don't recognize it. When they get to the chorus near the end it sounds kinda familiar, but I'm not sure that's because I recognize this song in particular, or because it sounds like every song like this in existence was put in a blender and this is the resulting slurry. Either this wasn't played on the radio much where I lived, or I changed the channel as soon as it was. It wants to be a power ballad, but it's an absolute nothing.
The Human League -- "Human" -- November 22, 1986
I guess it's an apology song, but "I'm only human" doesn't sit right with me as a real apology for something truly bad. He cheated on her. Which I do consider forgivable, depending on the circumstances and apology, but his is that she wasn't around so he was driven to cheat on her. And he should forgive her because he's "only human." Then the woman comes in and says she cheated on him too when they were apart, because she's human too. That makes the song tolerable. Maybe they need an open relationship. They still both sound whiny. And I don't like the music. It's boring and repetitive.
Bon Jovi -- "You Give Love a Bad Name" -- November 29, 1986
SHOT THROUGH THE HEART! AND YOU'RE TO BLAME! I love this song. Also I thought Jon Bon Jovi was hot at the time, though nowadays that 80s perm is hilarious. His voice is still hot though (so is he nowadays, grey hair and all, with his more contemporary haircut.) This song got plenty of radio play. Still does. And deserves it. It's technically a heartbreak song I suppose, but the video gets it right: It's Bon Jovi goofing around on stage in front of a joyous crowd. I love the bass, I love the guitars, and I did mention Jon Bon Jovi's voice is hot, right? Voices over looks every time for me, though both together is obviously welcome.
Peter Cetera and Amy Grant -- "The Next Time I Fall" -- December 6, 1986
Christian fundies had a deep and abiding hatred for Peter Cetera. Maybe they still do. I encountered this multiple times online over the years, and finally looked it up -- it's because of this song. Amy Grant used to be a singer of Christian music only. Then she had a pop hit with this dweeb, and certain usual suspects decided she was being corrupted by him.
The only way this song could corrupt anyone is if they started smashing things because they were so bored. The narrators have been heartbroken but are gonna try it again with each other, and it's as passionless as possible. Amy Grant's a better singer than Cetera by a ways, as she does not sing through her nose, but it's not like anyone could elevate this sludge.
Bruce Hornsby and the Range -- "The Way It Is" -- December 13, 1986
People are racist and treat poor people like shit. And people say that's just the way it is, but don't you believe them. This is true. We have come incredibly far, and things change. It's a good sermon, but as a song it's too simplistic for me, both musically and lyrically. I agree with the sentiment, but it's not a song I really want to listen to either.
The Bangles -- "Walk Like an Egyptian" -- December 20, 1986
Of course I loved this song when I was a kid, all the kids did. But I was already a Bangles fan. I had their first tape, which is their best and has the least pop sheen. I would prefer "Hero Takes a Fall" had been a big hit, but oh well. "Walk Like an Egyptian" is still fun.
BEST OF 1986 -- "These Dreams" by Heart  WORST OF 1986 -- "Sara" by Starship
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Dua Lipas’ ‘Future Nostalgia’ is A Pop Masterpiece. Argue With Your Mama.
ok so I'm gonna go track by track and do an overall recap at the end
Future Nostalgia: ok this is the opening track and its actually not my favorite but its a BRILIANT opening track. it sets the vibe and the stage for the rest of the album, which is what a good opening song should do. it gives me very retro space cadet, very 80s futuristic vibes - hence future nostalgia 
Don't start now - at first, I only knew this as the song from TikTok but now that I listen to the full song it's really good. the whole album is a dance album but something about don't start now hits different as a dance track it's amazing and a great follow up to the opener - it sets the stage even more before you get into the meat and potatoes lol 
Cool - A SUMMER BANGER. once miss Rona takes fucking seat I better hear cool on the radio. it's fun and light and fresh and just has such a good summer vibe. it was and still is one of my favorites and it has the same retro funky pop vibe of the rest of the album but in a light airy way...does that make sense? 
Physical: not one of my favorites HOWEVER I LOVE THE LYRICS it gives me a very 80s action movie. very fast and furious vibes. a car chase scene in a movie. very Charlies angles. do you see the vision? ya picking up what I'm putting down? 
Levitating: this song ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT HAVE TO GO AS HARD AS IT DOES. A BOP. A MASTERPIECE. LEGENDARY. GROUNDBREAKING. it gives me very Michael Jacksons Off the Wall vibes. THIS is what the pop girlies have been ASKING FOR. 
Pretty Please: an underrated masterpiece. the girlies need TASTE for this one. shes advanced. shes AP level. put some respeK on her name. I will not tolerate slander. 
Hallucinate: THIS? THIS IS THE ONE. THIS IS IT LADS. That beat? amazing. Lyrics? on 10. Vocals? spectacular. 80s disco all the way. it gives me slight Katy perry vibes??? anyone else?? another amazing dance track. this one is honestly one of my favorites. like it just has such a good groove.
Love Again: THE TRANSITION FROM THE VIOLINS TO THE BEAT DROP? MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY. PERIODT. I thought miss Dua was gonna give us a ballad but she switched up and took my wig with her. a mid-tempo dance track can be hard to do but she did it somehow. still giving me Michael Jackson vibes. not gonna lie I had to listen to it a few times for it to grow on me but its a masterpiece. 
Break my Heart: literally from the second beat of the song I knew it was gonna be a banger. AND I WAS RIGHT. wow. I almost have no words. I can feel that baseline in my SOUL. like it just hits different. it's so funky and groovy and it just...hits different. absolute favorite track on the album. Miss Dua did what she had to do with this one. she said I AINT PLAYIN WITH YOU HOES NO MORE. 
Good in Bed: no cap I thought break my heart was the end of the album cause I had NO IDEA this was dua. she sounds so different for some reason. to be honest it's not one of my favorites BUT it's so fun. it gives me Megan trainers first (the album all about that bass was on) album vibes? if you know her first album I think you'll know what I mean. It gives me retro but not retro like the rest of the album...retro a like jukebox in a 50s diner retro. I think this one's gonna grow on me tho. 
Boys Will Be Boys: “boys will be boys, but girls will be women” NEED I FUCKING SAY MORE??? also the children's choir, (I think) adds so much and I love it. 10/10 the best lyrics on the album and I love the message. and I like how she chose this to be the one song that sounds different from the rest of the album AND its the last song to make a statement. this song needs to be in a dove commercial lol.
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Overall this album is what the Pop girlies have been asking for for a decade now. It's so groovy and funky and retro yet fresh and fun. there's a clear theme and sound but each song has its own groove and vibe and they fit so well together. I can't remember the last time I heard an album that had THIS cohesive of a sound. this WILL be my summer album. it just makes you feel good and makes you wanna dance and in such a dark time this is what I personally needed. I think Future Nostalgia is the perfect name for the album cause like I said before - its so retro and old school groovy pop but it's so new and fresh and even has some early 2010s sounds in there. whoever produced this album DID WHAT THEY CAME TO DO.  there's truly a song for everyone. Dua Lipa is here and shes STAYING. GRAMMYS 2021 BABYE!! thank you for coming to my ted talk. 
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FOLKLORE: PEACE EXPLAINED:
In honor of Folklore turning ONE MONTH OLD (which is INSANE to think about!) I decided I wanted to share some of my own thoughts on what I believe to be one of the most underrated songs from the album. Peace
In the second verse of the song theres a few seconds of silence before Taylor sings "Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other" giving evidence that this could in fact be a discussion between two people,- similarly to Exile.
Taylor follows with:
"Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother"-
Considering the couple just celebrated their 3 year anniversary & Joe has 1 brother named Patrick, just further proves that the conversation could in fact be between Taylor and Joe.
The opening verse of the song comes directly from Taylors perspective, setting the tone of the conversation. She is calm & comfortable as she sings
"Our coming-of-age has come and gone,
Suddenly this summer, it's clear" - Its obvious Taylor has come to the realization that her relationship with Joe has come a long way but shes confident in her place - also is this a reference to Lover's "Cruel Summer?" 🤔
(Taylor Continues)
"I never had the courage of my convictions
As long as danger is near-"
We have to assume the danger Taylor is referring to is the pressures of being in the spotlight; having paparazzi around every corner ready to sabotage her career, Kanye West (which is later referenced in the song)
"And it's just around the corner, darlin'
'Cause it lives in me
No, I could never give you peace".
Taylor is discussing her fears of losing Joe because the pressures that come with being in the spotlight- the paparazzi and lack of privacy, and her very public feud over her music rights- never truly giving them "peace" and setting them free.
In the chorus we hear:
"But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm"
If your cascade, ocean wave blues come
All these people think love's for show-
But I would die for you in secret
The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me-
Would it be enough if I could never give you peace"?
Just WHOA. If we break just sections of these lyrics down, you'll notice some similarities to other iconic Taylor Swift songs. For instance in 2019's "False God" Taylor sings: "We were crazy to think that this would work-
Remember how I said I'd die for you?"
And in 2006's "Cold As You" where Taylor is singing from the perspective of her owm about a distant relationship versus how it appears to others viewing it.. she sings:
"I know you wouldn't have told nobody-
If I died, died for you"
During the Rep Era Taylor hinted at the secret romance she shared with Actor Joe Alwyn as she sings about in "Dress" and in "King Of My Heart": "Late in the night, the city's asleep-
Your love is a secret- I am hoping, dreaming, and dying to keep."
Taylor confirmed this love once again in Lover when she sang in "Cruel Summer" :
"I dont want to keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate,
everynight that summer just to seal my fate"
Now that we have gathered this info I'm now led to believe that the chorus is not Taylor singing to Joe but actually Joe talking back to Taylor, reasoning with and explaining to her how he will always love and protect her even if the 'storm' around them is too much to bare.
"Im a fire and ill keep your brittle heart warm"
*ALSO* if we refer back to the Rep Era AGAIN Taylor Swift sings in the verse of "Call It What You Want To" "he built a fire just to keep me warm"-
"If your cascade ocean wave blues come"- a.k.a the storm. This could be another small reference to Lover's "Cruel Summer" as once again Taylor describes the feelings she's got for Joe as: "blue"..
Could Taylor also be confessing how overwhelming her fame is at the same time?
"All these people think loves for show,
But I would die for you in secret" ;
I believe refers to the copious amounts of times Taylor has been mocked and slandered across tabloids for her dating life. Considering this is Taylors most private relationship, the media has no "edge" to work with besides labeling her relationship as "fake" "for show" "a marketing scheme" etc. But Joe will fight for her no matter what they go through or what the media puts them through.
"The Devil's in the details"
Makes me think instantly of "Cruel Summer".. if you remember the infamous "he looks up grinning like a Devil"
And "Devils roll the dice, Angels roll their eyes" lyrics 😉
"but you've got a friend in me" Does anyone remember Lover's "Its Nice To Have A Friend" or is it just me? Truly I feel that song deserved more credit than it got- 🤷🏼‍♀️
In this simplistic ballad Taylor writes in purity how true love is at its core, which also heavily plays into the "refusal of luxury" theme often displayed throughout Lover; especially in songs like "Paper Rings" & "London Boy."
This is Joe's promise to Taylor that through it all he will always be there for her.
In the second verse: we hear
"And you'd know that I'd swing with you for the fences" - doesn't seem like much- BUT rumor has it this is actually a baseball term referring to a batter swinging with all their might in hopes to hitting a home run. Is Taylor praying for a homerun with Joe?
Does anyone recall the lyric "if you strike out and you're crawling home" from New Years Day? 🤔
"Sit with you in the trenches" literally and figuratively referring to the military term, Taylor is vowing to stay by his side even at the toughest, lowest points.
"Theres robbers to the East" a.k.a. Scooter Braun, Big Machine Label, Scott Borschetta;
"Clowns to the West" ... a.k.a the Kardashian-Wests, famously known for trying to sabotage Taylors successful career, while also jabbing at her vengeful ex girl squad still out in California.
Overall this song is a masterpiece 😁
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Evelyn Gossamer
A popular dancer and singer among teens, she was supposed to be the holder of the Butterfly Miraculous, but because Hawkmoth has it, she is left feeling a part of her is missing. She never ends up getting the miraculous, but she never knew she needed it in the first place, so it’s cool.
Headcanons:
-Imagine Marinette and Alya adoring Evelyn’s soft songs about the flutter of butterfly wings and the positivity you feel when everything is slowed down and you can enjoy the moment.
-Adrien has worked with Evelyn before, since they had a butterfly themed photo shoot for her new album cover.
-Nino can respect the girl. Sure, he isn’t into that sort of music, but she’s pouring her heart out in her songs and she’s apparently very helpful in keeping people positive, and that’s a musician he can get behind.
-Rose ADORES Evelyn Gossamer. She is basically her idol. She writes fan mail, and once, Evelyn responded and Juleka didn’t stop hearing about it for months.
-Juleka and Luka are related to Evelyn. On their father’s side, but they are still related. They’ve met her, and she seems just as sweet and positive as they had heard. Luka showed her his new song, but when he couldn’t figure out the ending chords she suggested something and it actually worked really well. Juleka actually asked for an autograph for Rose and Evelyn’s eyes lit up.
-“Rose? Oh, she sends me lovely fanmail all the time! I recognize her envelopes and always try to save them! Tell her hello from me, and I simply must meet her!”
-Evelyn may be soft and positive, but she also loves dying her hair different pastel colors. She usually keeps it a pale blonde with purple streaks, but once she met Alix, she just had to ask what color dye she used. Alix was flattered and even offered to do some art for her (she did. It was on a huge canvas and there were spray painted butterflies surrounding a girl with longish pink hair)
-Chloé and Sabrina are casual fans. They’ve both met her when she stayed at the hotel and Sabrina was staying over. It was still a cool experience and Chloé brags about it all the time.
-Kim, Max, and Nathaniel... they secretly think her songs are kind of sweet, Nathaniel being more obvious about his opinion than the other two.
-Ivan and Mylene has their first slow dance to Evelyn’s song “Flight” and now they love her songs, especially Mylene.
-Lila claims she’s met Evelyn and is a very good friend of hers. Everyone believes her except for Marinette, Adrien, Chloé, Sabrina, and Juleka (Luka doesn’t hear about it).
-Evelyn has a concert in Paris and she decides to visit their school.
-She heard Chloé, Sabrina, and Adrien were there from Juleka and figured, why not?
-She meets Rose, who very excitedly says that Lila is also there and Evelyn asks who Lila is.
-She walks in to find Lila bragging about knowing her again
-Evelyn taps on her shoulder and Lila has a slight look of horror before letting it drift off.
-Everyone starts to talk all at once, so Evelyn pulls Lila to the side and trys to clarify things.
-Lila gets defensive and since they are around the corner from everybody and no one can see them, she lets out an ear piercing scream.
-Everyone runs to find out what happened and they find Lila being a complete and utter brat crying on the ground saying that Evelyn slapped her for no reason. She had slapped herself really hard so it looked like she had been slapped.
-You would think they would believe the celebrity but some famous people are horrible in real life, and Evelyn was the one to bring Lila to the side so it sounds plausible.
-Evelyn is insisting that she didn’t do anything (she didn’t) and no one believes her.
-Alya is disappointed in her idol and puts on the Ladyblog that no one should listen to her music anymore
-Rose is crying, a lot. Juleka is trying to calm her down but also frantically texting Luka to get down here because she knew it was his free period next.
-Marinette is confused and is trying to lead Evelyn away from all her angry classmates.
-Lila is still fake crying on the ground when Luka rushes in, sweeps up Juleka, Evelyn and Marinette, who are now being yelled at for defending Evelyn and brings them outside.
-Evelyn starts sobbing once they’re outside and she’s inconsolable. She runs away and hides in an alley, and the group isn’t able to find her. They keep looking for her so they can find out what actually happened.
-Hawkmoth takes advantage of the situation and she gets akumatized into Papillon Vérité (Truth Butterfly) and she makes little akuma like butterflies that make people uncontrollably tell the truth. They will say every lie they’ve ever said and once they’re done, their butterfly sucks in all the energy and they turn into statues, leaving Paris with a bunch of statues laying everywhere.
Truth Butterfly
-Truth Butterfly had light purple hair that was tied in a bun on the back of her head. She had butterfly wings that helped her hover slightly off the ground. Her dress was a deep purple with pinkish accents that billowed around her and hit just below her knees. Her eyes were purple and her shoes were gaudy pinkish white shoes with purple stained glasslike features and a purple and white butterfly on the back. Anytime she opened her hands, butterflies would appear and land on people, getting them to tell the truth. They suck our all their energy, leaving them standing there like statues, though they were not actually stone statues.
-She flew from the alley she was crying in to her first targets. She saw Kim and Max talking to Juleka, Marinette and Luka, attempting to convince them to stop looking for her. She opened her hands and two white butterflies flew out, landing on their shoulders without them even noticing.
-All of a sudden they start spewing out truths. Small things like “I broke the vase” “I ate the candy” “I didn’t finish my homework” and then bigger things like “I have a crush on Odine” and “I feel like I don’t have any friends and I feel so lonely all the time” to “I stole Max’s homework for Chloé so she could get a good grade” and “I have a plan for world domination”.
-Every little lie they’ve ever told is corrected and the butterfly glows a darker and darker purple as they speak. All of a sudden, Max stops talking. He freezes in place, unable to move, speak, or think. All of the energy he has been sucked out of him. The same thing happens to Kim a few seconds later. They turn into purple statues.
-The butterflies fly back to Truth Butterfly and she smirks and says “Justice is served”.
-Marinette, Juleka and Luka are all standing there, horrified.
-Truth Butterfly grabs Juleka’s shoulder and Juleka’s hair is tied up in a ponytail and she sprouts wings. Her outfit changes colors to become the same as Truth Butterfly’s.
-“Go, my butterfly. Bring me all the liars, all of the manipulators, all of the people who sit there and watch horrible people do horrible things. Let’s see how they feel when they are forced to admit their wrongdoings!”
-*cue horrible evil laugh which really just sounds kind of adorable but NO SHE INSISTS ITS EVIL*
-Marinette SPRINTS AWAY AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT
-She transforms and scoops Luka up and basically yeets throws him in a safe place.
-Truth Butterfly permantely has tears dripping down her face, even when she smiles.
-It’s unnerving.
-Juleka is floating around, putting people in trances and distracting them enough so they can get caught by the butterflies.
-The best people, who don’t tell many lies, get turned into Truth Seekers, which is what Juleka is.
-Truth Butterfly is at the school now and she is REVELING IN THE CHAOS.
-Lila is still sobbing when she comes floating in with fake sympathy woven into her tone.
-Everyone snaps around and Lila gets SO angry.
-SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AKUMATIZED AND THEN SHE COULD BLAME EVELYN AND MARINETTE.
-SHE COULD SLANDER A BIG STAR!
-WHAT A JUICY LIE!
-Truth Butterfly, being Evelyn Gossamer underneath it all, sang a power ballad.
(I have the lyrics if you want me to actually post them)
-During that power ballad, she flies around, her butterflies attaching themselves to half of the student body while the other half escapes.
-She grabs Lila and flies her to the Eiffel Tower.
-CUE POWER BALLAD REPRISE AS SHE SHOOTS HER HAND INTO THE AIR AND MORE BUTTERFLIES START SOARING OUT AND TAKING OVER THE CITY
-Marinette has to admit, it’s pretty cool. She’s glad she was able to remember the lyrics, Evelyn might want them later.
-LB has Chat and Chloe as the fox with her and she recruits Kagami and Luka as the Bee and the turtle.
-they fight really hard.
-SECOND REPRISE FOR THE POWER BALLAD???
-JEEZ BUTTERFLY YOUR SINGER ROOTS ARE SHOWING.
-Lila has so many butterflies on her, only her eyes are visible.
-Truth starts sobbing as Hawkmoth starts yelling at her to get the miraculous. She sends a butterfly to him and after 15 minutes of fighting, the mask around her eyes flickers out.
-She gets Chloe, who jumps in front of Kagami and Chloe is SOBBING.
-Luka is hit next after using his shield to protect everyone. He sees Juleka and is frozen for a second, staring at his poor little sister. He gets hit, all of it being mumbled before he is turned to a Truth Seeker.
-Chat is turned next, getting close to Truth Butterfly and her not liking it.
-Kagami and LB are the only ones left.
-LB talks to TB.
-“Maybe I can help you!”
-“NOOOOOOOO!”
-She screams it so loud and so high that it shocks them a bit.
-Lila is still telling her lies.
-It’s been a long battle, and Truth Butterfly is so tired but she won’t give up.
-She is so upset and there’s no one to rein her in on Hawkmoth’s end.
-the whole city is either frozen or turned into Truth Seekers besides the two heroes.
-Truth Butterfly lets them leave when she suddenly makes the butterflies from Lila come back to her.
-Lila is angry. She doesn’t actually cry. It’s just her anger at being called at and not actual sadness.
-Truth Butterfly flies her around the city, dropping her then diving down and catching her.
-She screams everytime.
-Ladybug and Kagami are figuring out a plan.
-First, they have to lure Truth Butterfly In.
-Truth is finally back at the Eiffel, and Lila, who had been telling the truths to her lies for over an hour started getting to her last lies. The big ones.
-“I’m working with Hawkmoth”
-“I tried to turn everyone against Marinette so I could feel more powerful”
-“I tried to slander Evelyn Gossamer’s name”
-That is the one she was waiting for.
-Lila stiffens, her anger still apparent in her face as she turns purple and freezes.
-Truth Butterfly is so happy that she flies into the air and does a few tricks.
-It’s over.
-But not yet.
-“EVELYN GOSSAMER HATES PARISIANS!”
-Truth’s head snaps to the source of the sound.
-It’s the stupid Bee.
-She follows her, the butterflies soaring after her and scaring Kagami just a little bit with her angry high notes.
-She gets trapped by Kagami and a complicated trap.
-She reaches Ladybug and the tears that flow down Truth Butterfly’s face start flowing more rapidly.
-“I just want everyone to know the Truth”
-Ladybug softens a bit. She knows this is an akuma. But underneath the transformation is a girl who is scared that the entire world will now hate her.
-“The Truth is good. But not when it’s forced out of someone.”
-She devilizes Truth Butterfly’s akuma and uses her lucky charm to reverse all the damage.
-Sitting on the ground, clearly very upset, is Evelyn Gossamer and none of the heroes are very good at comforting her.
-Ladybug sits next to her to get the story.
-Evelyn tells her exactly what happened, and Ladybug nods.
-Nadja Chamack is filming below them and she gestures for her to come over and Ladybug announces that the rumors about Miss Evelyn Gossamer was just one big misunderstanding. In the chaos, she was accidentally slammed into another girl and people thought she’d done it on purpose.
-The explaination was accepted, but Evelyn was still very upset.
-She walked next to the heroes who brought her back to Juleka who took her cousin in her arms and led her into a cafe.
-after that, the heroes detransformed and handed their borrowed Miraculouses back to LB and Chat left before Ladybug detransformed.
-Luka met up with Evelyn and Juleka and they were able to get the story. Luka was understandably angry, but Evelyn insisted he shouldn’t get so angry.
-She now knew the power of strong emotions.
-she started sketching out a path from the Eiffel Tower to a big square, representing something she couldn’t quite remember.
-They went back to the school and the students all apologized for jumping to conclusions.
-Lila almost got away with it.
-Until Evelyn remembered her phone in her pocket.
-IT HAD BEEN RECORDING SINCE BEFORE SHE WAS AKUMATIZED.
-She had proof of what Lila did and she finally got what she deserved.
-She was expelled and her mother was called to be briefed on the situation.
-Evelyn offers to do a concert for the school.
-The last scene is of Evelyn singing her newest song, her power ballad named “Truth Needs Three” and killing it. Kagami is standing in the audience, bobbing her head along to the beat, and Luka is standing in the front row with his sister and mother, cheering for her louder than anyone else.
-The end card is Evelyn belting out her final note with various people and things faded in, some bolder than others. The butterflies are the boldest thing besides Evelyn, and the order of most bold to least is like this: Luka and Juleka, Kagami and Chloe, Marinette and Adrien, and Lila is the most faded.
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(That’s basically what the end card would look like according to my brain, just less scribble and more full out drawing)
That’s it! Wow, this took A REALLY LONG TIME TO FINISH! But now that it is, I’m pretty happy.
Hope you guys liked it!
-Bee 🐝
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selena gomez releases her latest album Rare, and i’m here for it. (my album review)
selena gomez’s latest album is her best one. i said what i said.
i love selena, but her music career has been a little... questionable? messy? i haven't listened to any of her albums all the way through except for Revival and Rare. i think because she didn’t have her own sound or creative control, most of her songs on her albums felt really disingenuous to me. i randomly skimmed through her albums, and the songs that weren’t chosen as a single were either cute bops that i enjoyed, or random filler songs that shouldn’t have even made it to the album. selena isn’t the strongest vocalist, which is fine. not every artist needs to hit the ariana grande notes to make you feel something, i still very much enjoy her sweet and soft voice. but, with the other albums, it just didn’t feel like something she wanted to make. the songs just aren’t my cup of tea, which is why i don’t listen to any of selena’s albums pre Revival era.
real quick, i just want to mention my favorite songs off of that album because i don’t want to make a full post but i still want to give it an honorable mention. in my opinion, the best songs off of Revival are “cologne,” “sober,” “camouflage,” “same old love,” and “good for you.” the rest are unlistenable. a couple of them are bops and i’ll put them on sometimes but 95% of the time, i don’t bother with them.
ok back to this album...
i know some people weren’t happy with this album, for whatever reason. this is her best album to date. it feels authentic and like she finally found her sound. it's been a year since she released it, and i still listen to it almost daily. i don’t know about anyone else, but it aged very well for me. i mean, it’s not perfect and some songs were growers, but we’ll get there.
now, for my track-by-track review...
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1. rare
ahhh the title track. i really like this song and the music video is GORGEOUS!! it’s not my favorite off of the album, but it’s sweet, and adorable. the bridge is definitely my favorite part, i just like how she sings it.
2. dance again
i really love this song. i think it’s short, upbeat, and it puts me in a good mood. it’s a tiny bit repetitive, but i’ll forgive it because it’s a bop. good job selena.
3. look at her now
i’m looking away.
selena stans... i’m sorry but this needs to be said... i don’t like this song.
this was the first grower, and i still don’t vibe with it. i think the chorus in incredibly annoying, and i wish she had replaced it with words. it threw me off when i first heard it, which was disappointing because i reallyyy liked the verses and the pre-chorus. the chorus is literally the only reason i don’t like it. it just sounds irritating and i can’t get past it. i usually just skip this song. the music video is beautiful though.
4. lose you to love me
THIS IS SELENA’S BEST BALLAD!! there’s a reason it went #1, and i don’t want to hear any slander. it’s beautiful, emotional, and perfect. i’ve said before that i love ballads, so this song is exactly what i wanted from her. she sounds amazing, and her soft voice is perfect. if you ever want to feel like you’re in a sad movie, put this song on. the music video is simple, but effective. thank you, selena. this song better be in your top 3.
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5. ring
this song was another grower. i didn’t hate it, but it didn’t jump out at me like the previous track. however, i have grown to like it. her voice sounds really good, and i appreciate the sassiness.
6. vulnerable
wow, this song blew me away. it sounds so different but it also works so well for selena. i love the lyrics and the production. it’s such an interesting song, but she pulled it off really well.
7. people you know
i. love. this. song. once again, its production is really interesting, but she sounds amazing!! it can be a little repetitive, but in the best way. the post-chorus is my favorite part because i love the way she sounds. it’s definitely in my top 5.
Dum-dum-dum, da-da-dum-dum-dum Da-da-dum-dum, da-da-da-dum People you don't Dum-dum-dum, da-da-dum-dum-dum Da-da-dum-dum, da-da-da-dum People you don't (Ooh) From people you know to people you don't (Ooh) From people you know to people you don't
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8. let me get me
another bop! this song is so catchy and fun. she knew what she was doing with this. it puts me in a good mood, and that’s that. my favorite lyric is, “I'm in dance floor therapy, all my babies and me.” i don’t know why, but i love it and i think it’s cute.
9. crowded room ft 6LACK
this is a really sweet and slow song. it’s not the most special and captivating, but it’s nice. it can be a little forgettable at times, but it’s not bad by any means. it’s a nice collab, and their voice sound good together. speaking of her voice, she whispers the words towards the end, and it sounds magnificent. i don’t know what it is about the way she sings the last few lines, but i love it.
10. kinda crazy
this was another grower, and i’m still a little conflicted. i like it, but it’s not one i tend to reach for. i don’t really listen to it a whole lot, so i guess it hasn’t totally grown on me. it’s a little forgettable, but not horrible. it’s kind of just there.
11. fun
ok, i’ve been up and down with this one. at first, i didn’t really like it, but now i sort of do?... it’s an average song, but it’s still fun (pun intended). i randomly went back one day to listen to it, and i was like “wait it’s not bad.” i think because i looove the bridge, it made me like the rest of the song too, so i guess that’s its saving grace.
You look like You don't, but you know how Like a beautiful breakdown And it's just not right, but you look like You don't, but you know how Make me wanna slow down And it's just not right that you look like
12. cut you off
another grower. it’s average, i’m sorry CYO stans. i don’t hate it, but i don’t listen to it a whole lot. i really like the pre-chorus and the bridge, though.
13. a sweeter place ft kid cudi
i. love. this. song. it gets stuck in your head, but in the best way. the production is amazing, and so unique. i think it was the perfect conclusion to the album. i wish she had made this a single. definitely in my top 5. amazing job, selena and kid cudi!
DELUXE SONGS -  for this part i’m going to list them in order from my fav to least fav.
1. souvenir
i reallyyyy love this song. i listen to it a lot, and i think she sounds really amazing. it’s different and not too long, which is perfect. i feel like it should’ve made the original album and replaced one of the other songs, such as “look at her now.” yeah, i said it.
2. boyfriend
it’s a bop. it’s short, it’s cute, it’s nice. i like the production and the music video is awesome too.
3. feel me
i know a lot of fans were really excited for this one, and she delivered. it’s a really nice song, and i tend to listen to it time to time.
4. she
i like this song and its message. however, i don’t listen to it a whole lot so it’s my least favorite out of the three.
overall thoughts:
i love this album, and like i said it aged really well for me. it sucks that she didn’t promote it as much, and of course the year didn’t make it easy for her. i don’t really listen to the criticism because i want to just take in the music and enjoy it. i don’t need people’s negativity to overpower my love for this record. i know she’s releasing an EP in Spanish, and i think it’s cool she wants to try something new. however, if she continues to make music, i hope one day she makes another album like this, because i think this is her sound. she sounded incredible on every track, and this is her best album to date.
rating: 8.5/10
the weakest songs: look at her now, cut you off, kinda crazy
the strongest songs: lose you to love me, people you know, a sweeter place, souvenir, and vulnerable
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