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libidomechanica · 3 months

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He feels like the stars for all male minds

A Meredith sonnet sequence

All fancy, pride, spread his sole obiect of ill! A good singer with Lilia’s heaven to hell, my female chastity shall range these fourth place but there’s my Johnny is nothing wonder do you will; and as her face that like a clam. And wrung it. Till seraphs swing this returning shows up at your pinky ring not if you gave me your wish that I do think the fire in winter was of the wall, and feeble, all in it. He feels like the stars for all male minds at last agreed among your vassal, bound to stay your contend not warm kiss of our part of the world; she still. And lay no more deliciousness. Come down wi’ right array. For my part. To sing my Highland lassie, O.

One must die of sorrow from our shore, thou catch her who loves a man whose hearth was comfort were travelled, gladly beyond their snowy hats and seem to tire, dying to the certain rills from kissing, in ev’ry possesse? In their mournful thorns to be like sun, as the award had been but of the woman he’s turned out of sea from very heat could resume his steed a little diamonds not if you paid me in peace, and all, they have, greatest complain that you love me, and Crabbe will say whatever he may all around it seemed the games. It is like inversion from their sabbath day—there we all night lightning bug. Of vision I ask’d whither half the news was quickly pick up.

Thou art my executioner, and poor, and petty Ogress’, and ungratefulness and with though long sleep to the walked with Sally Brown, to sail with his shirt off, dancing with the road. Lovers like when we come where motley halves; pensive tendance, to correspondence will bid us live in their floating be above the mortality, and heads: the prey of words. The pipes coughed to hell, my female parliament; and we here? As long, too long, O God, as she have a black boy all the fen she says tomorrow laid about in sighing short, he who dwells in yourself than Life in it: as it it should but vow the sweet perhaps his hat over me; and can ye thus to enter me?

The midst, the flat common. The boat was time she’s two hours later she arose the inter- section of endless sickness, and has been when I once again their lives in height and condemn all such a point to find her, and saved my vision fleeting thumbs. Stay while on the real rain, so vertical it fuses with clay. How he should dance for the surfaces with his shirt off, dancing could lift, and confined, conspird in the dish. I have a black hair swell’d ampler, in distance, swift moment of May? So smooth-faced, placid miscreant! Of the ripe grape is so late? Or is that he had to make speech arise; they and thyme—had straggled out of all my pretty follies blend, was struck the fashionable.

May yet be thy duties blot; let him sleep from high, grand, epic, homicidal; and believes it is a thinking: as midnight she walked, above his had never such years the fickle maidenhead; yet this flea guilt— not to love be sin in me, and often claim to read: the noble hands I blest the small potatoes she wonder, breathed joy and weeping, and now she ran, and griefs find no rest. Woman, lovelier influence reigne with thou deny’st me leaves in heaven’s pavement lay carved stones of the wood. The sun shoulder and suck them that was all his joined in talcum on thee his nest, some in the plain; nor, till from the dark world my spirit meet, though she like, thy truth’s and be the ouerthrowe.

And unnamed lightly on, in sort of death wounded by Love—then worship that crackled round that, as the Dutch a thick branches make along the convulsive raptures which thou devote this my wont to see such richness never quaft in her pasterns high: see what has been misled, and with the soul abroad. For he has got upon the vigour of the faint eyes, I find true that love inside my heart beguile her pasterns high: see what to show to espouse jove’s door, what horrors may deserving stingers ache, my lord, and her eyes are flowing. She did faint a kindness, or made them both in aiding her grace can you depart. Will you once against which enclose me, or which the reader!

He took one tutor as to itself. Vex true heart. And surrender to answer make, both widow, maid, all princely plighted troth, and sacred organ’s praise. Him on my wedding night to the way, and pinions to keep her up but drink thee why, care not at rest a dwarf-like Cato cowered. Of some better coolness deeds of grief were nowhere for mercy more. So indeed, they touch, appal. The chill her glory pricked the general frame began: My lady, and the tinge of loue, thou find, and look thou lov’dst me thy white and would make him invisible cloak and foolish maid! Dusk of the demon fear’d the angular distant special charge vniustest tyranny could be countenance, and sold.

‘And are fled from the same, kill’d by a flame. But such appellants go to—God knows, and in the devil could find her who masks and strong that you have been to your wings upon the castle he’s poor. Out of reach. Web-footed all night. Shall we will never to revealed for fear of trust, forget to shame oft my best to further aid bereave me for my sake he would I clasp shrieking Bacchus! She has made my hearts have closed without spotte, which that thou that precede the one good Hobbinoll, record some devour, that a girl you knew what Love were nowhere for name upon their smiles, her who still expect my hire: my promise is fulfil yourself, or some tranquility. Even then, oh Sir!

In mournful surges that peep and strange barges, make a twilight dale, and wind, or trampled out, alas! Beset with the stranger came this I have not bliss for life a careful, ere ye enter me? The things, two fan- like four and pleasant thoughts: that chiding the feather’d people who are in beauty would understand. Nor blushing will that for my sake do you will, or from harmony, from beneath his hand full of sleep, think forward th’ impending down deeper than he. As here below, but one word Miltonic mean sublime, he deigned not speak to her way while thoughts will share with such familiarly and his mistress’ flame usual in darkness which did their power to part my part.

Kissing, can life, when he finally tried to me as is thine, O that I felt since, seldom please both leant to shun, what has been misled, and embeds every virtue hath more express a depth Cimmerian there was in a dreamed. ’ Said she, conclude, that your habitual fastidiousness. Dear lady, how to speak to gaze o’er lands I now must give forth its aluminum point. For age and sung their heart in silence and represents the tears desire your hair be tangled ill, some in them: globes, penal codes, dead cats floating on her husband, you and I. Strength return’d entire, but every hour I told her babe the little he had never choose you so sore? Perhaps he’s poor.

Am I so far off their shadow shadows lay in bed: may widows wed as often swore with sad impatience to me, richest gemme of love her, and takes a draught in which is my wont to see such lengthen fetters by another, no not one, but seized her with these, love, like a travellers: the ribs of old Sir Ralph’s at Agincourt; and the wood, whether or not to his rightful lily of you, she remained more than deaf that is cald, the moon put forth south and Morning glasse: but one man love, notes that question. And euery purling sin.—Condescending quest,—who cares? And make that crimson wine imbrued his plump white&thin; they’ll both be hero in his face with fury they smile—O Dis!

Who places long-distance calls. Nor shall soon be here, through the day the wounded man could give it a clumsy name. From hands, from his finger in my heart who, being death and high, arise, ye more still: fond loveth him, to profit and it sank into the grace of a nameless for the cried, when you my ravishing delightfull princesses gave the reins, when fog conceal, beneath the early spring I stooped to destroies.—She is uneasy everywhere low voices cheat your door, what is held most meke, what comes: the dead, from his tomatoes: no other fixed and of negligence; prudence at once it was alone, do my thought. Still didst flie: whose owne fault, and murmured, sown without disguise.

Then grew my tongue, for pity in Love’s service dwell, lest I, too much, ’ I said before the ones to catch at and gay, so they are going. Became masculine and they shall be uttered what the silver pin. The phone while the plain dislike invasive zebra mussels, or it’s like a viper off, and pleasant valley, come, yield thyself; lay thy sweetest this, while I do not believe thou haply mayst listened to dedicate, she loved her, and her own rest in all I can pronounced my name of fire; and as here, her body still retain thy longing. To the meadows, melodious howsoever, but in two, nor cause of married Johnny, Johnny? Mens weakness, blent with sad impatience.

A brute, their swift flight, and all the blind, sweet tones are ended breathless corner-panes in seemly sight if our old acquaintance strange adventures: oh gentle bosom heaven’s will, on either didst melt? Reader this ragged January, as if in irony, and silent horse-man ghost, tis he who dislike cancer and leaf of eve was waning slowly as the end; the owls in tuneful conceal, beneath a star upon the villagers. In the rosy temple is; though water-side, your name you see,—with such familiar power obey. Let’s give a nameless fragment of May? Too slightest look like a ghost, and I will we see, and the patron. I reade it dead? You look at me.

Do equally designed to be for them to the wife: not these our last, the bed. Of saucy message to and from the bent-knee swagger, swear, get drunk, kick up a riot, nay even thus in pearls, contain. Or height of thy love he should desire, that vnto that arise, may I, poor solitude. The knight; to Flora, and art. Their triumph, being only injured by his heart to the gainers such close in pure elysium. A grace, where passenger and oil at grandma’s little wilful thorns, and knows poor Johnny’s glory your pity sang this room I never been—and yet one, like that clear March with love, notes that then his store, broods on him now, that what to say. I’ll be back again.

And, save in finishing, and wears a good knight was anything in sighing shews of hours, and cried, one angels lay: and could not warm kiss of our set, five other to seke? Lurch and render and cross the blood wide, and what should understand. And I have always, at the wheel of her face; and beneath the better thought! Little white; nor Arac, satiated at length upon the gloomy wood in her evening, from behind, from thee my only visitor! A tree, beneath the same or pity is enough! Voice choked, and senseless are; and so loud as her friendly star? Your dog-chewed couch, or the river and despair. I’ll borrow the nation. Of deans; they rode; they vext the mortgage was foreclosed.

Yet, hadst better part my paper, show of. To warm tremble, and dry, in order to the root of some glory also, and will walk through twenty-five years since held his oath deny, but not your lap, and to touch by their veins, the harvest moon, or like a vision fleeting … I well remembered. In that thou that do search of a misty hill. Though i have clung to despaired of, for one sweet unrest, still like Alexis’ ashtray; the mouth. Stutter There is caution, to keep us waking, find him for his side, is silence all outwent. Will not man, which he spake a higher than garments’ cost, of mortality. What pleasure, at least some one by chance gave me, Sir, but ah! The silence clanks.

What is all in all I have been added be, and we close shrowded round, now with steady; I have seen her kind. When Chloris in my own self. I’m here, tis true, then buried. Pan’s holy priest, trading talk like antique gold, then calm your times he played the moon I fixed subject servant evermore he long delays and grieves to wile the lily all heauen. It was agreeable, opening to a diseas’d, or the hole, ’ would have to choose you so long; nothing, he tripp’d of its many a wood, and her old face new. Humility; had failed in flickered like this soul then? What has been fellows—true—but poets sing, and woes the couch, or the dead leave to them wild freaks of me: so then the hand.

And white-haired old man’s abhorrence for it. He said thou art; I said a cleft of light, and with thee and turning stingers and laid the best. Not even boast a tree, beneath the driving to and from the misery and in moral height and so rare, since Jove newly bow’d, has wept for thy selfe, shall try, but with dearths, or so, and so kind: nor any wicked words reach’d the crowd, and that bright guid will, see with a friends, and lost her elder child hold thee this sprig of eglantine, and by oath the tremulously, inhabiting the town, or she would be still the world ends a bee circle waited on the stair—lean on a country forme in rudest braine of her female heart than maiden Aunt.

’ It would shame your wife, too base of gold and patient grew: he wrote, and when something made of thee that all her Ida, though better by the field and greet the odour of the poplar tops, in journeying with green lane, against such euill of the pain of finite passion, for the last star had vanished bats, blind to worships it. Its slender wants him off, something was done in their wings upon a sister. He gain in sweetness: Tim lying beyond any experiments of glory your fate stop here—a kid I on this sharpe arrowes thirsts for truth would fly, but now from my no-love neurosis you’ve saved my nudist the friendship, at least some one: the rich, more than I know you have spent.

Morning the wood. And soft, that is this, a friend as dearest girl, thou English the faithful dear company, with missile, would understand? Yield up saying nothing like a silent overgrowing, the guilty of all men grow? Bid me to pleased my mind, to pleased, prolong the old man, she was up and she far-fleeted by the rags of scattered here anguish’d for higher ones I may worship that crawled up from the Boston to Paris watching Picnic again to unseeing the diamond door she will help What pass’d by salámán heard; at length constitutions, with prison of flesh so true as innocent, dozes thro’ foreign country with his head from high, what art can teach, whatever.

Before me like that simple, shown me with cares to walk with Death and foolishness of health perpetual to shepherd realm beyond earth’s great and splendour. What pleasure lives in her heart, lopped-off heads, and flow. And Betty’s in a moment, gone. And for him, as one by chance thee now, rebell by law of Revenge in her fall; or be you the Princess, six feet he sinking mine owne fault, and woes the slope, the crystal dropt; and always used to o’erleap the three days’ journeyed in that is it? In celebration of her feet the truth I hear the Heavens, the great watery glass, by atoms moved: could remembered. The dead, and my younglings cryen for the stars do I my judgment fled, that voice?

Singer with wild surprised that was asked, nor coin my selfe, shall find, that the meadow’s face this multitude,—and sister at the least by his head, and actions were. Nor the warmer sun. The beauty in its rude and pure and amethyst, puzzled those lips so sweet the odour of accident, I told me than the spikes, and bless’d with their best delights in my arms; but i should bring the phone which was hard, and where the sun, about the southwest side of herself to man, like perfect shaded frae nane, i’ll be in joy, I cannot love, to the God in Heaven shield, and with its light in the child among summer, two discrete youngest said: Poor lady, said he, hold up your further aid bereave me?

As the middle of the To-be, self- reverent each other have melted, and myrtles your hands in monasteries; nor shunned a sponge soaked up with heavy heart, I know him—him you often she said was Hugh’s at Agincourt; and as he them both in a room with tears by some use. Such as our delaying like the shining in secret spiritual air begot: long didst melt? For our sport, half-blotted back in to collide violently with the glowing fennel green, and then sink downward care, nowe loues the sake of the noise he love or not to my threshold, he, or hand in the rags of sight, and murmuring of all health confide. Upon the heavens and took my staff, and with a bride?

Pieces, patching the town, and this way beaten by Autumn weather compels me with a glass of grief and sidelong lank slips, or currants hanging against the moving others, O my friend as dear wee wife his ears of useless as might be: I seem a mocker, comes easy to him, as one would change and so he groan’d, as one word scarce a soul to wander free in sunny mead and long we gazed, but at this for true, you see,— with sulphur blended where the sun of all her lips: and almost hear. Those lofty lime made noise with shriek you are all we will I pray, to natural hue of hearts unstrung unable to endure the bargain with a blush, confesse pardon a fault cast his face.

In her distant valley. Powers of the Bear has Pollux master-hands, from its pacifier. And sacrilege, three hours she never has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis refused to keep thy day. Cleft? Nor wilt thou only blackbird in your soul’s imagines the lemons you lovest thou dost resolve the nut-brown lass, who, moving Universe have heard him, by a frost the twilight, from yearning after thine eye: but Walter too, ’ said he, hold upon my faint and splendour huntsmen that blooms of flower and this is the curtains call on thee in the deadly sin; if Betty Foy, and warm with dew at ooze from better lesson by the happed to rootes, my mother!

And one hour when we hope, turn back to me. What my angel pure and its frog sits on me, for good which are not indulge in memory. From barren woman, lovelier than the hills there to us, and overhear. Can life or limbs with sport, his guardian sea-god to comfort thee life; reserves his passion—weaned my young husband’s honour raise, nor any placed a wrong had heart had ceas’d, In the parasitic forms that I still we seemed to die for those two of us walk out to your pleasure, and there of tender face peeped, shining stay. Art thou feel the intellectual eunuch Castlereagh? It’s such kind of settled gravity. Lofty elm-trees. And everything it home.

Impossible to pleasure safe from women most meke, what once, tearily, yet he turned their full before we had never changing course but sweetely they kept the blue and long we had breathing furiously, so all unfolding, all dipt in Angel offices, love, why hast thou art, the ball scores and while we, like moist finger-nail on the floor was never will share o’t; wi’ her can it be love will in it. Whose strengthens out his good-humour hath he skill to Honour kept his priests, love when I am gone along the Blue Ridge had swept the dew- claw’d stag: pipes will I see thee breed: the king to herself. Whom she looked round. Our pony’s head, and sanctimonious theory.

Blame not thank yourself again! Amid the account of horseman came up to Cynthia, queen o’ the grassie green languish sight and small, in round her face peeped, shining fairly gained, but, with the populace own the new day comes, tho’ e’er sae fair, and I believe the rose as long day; save when no more break of day—they aboue loue to behold Apollo! And when she upheld they moved over her image of the time it stir on thy finger in a saddle him whom she looks with Molly Bloom and darkly on my hand against such euill as the Dutch a thick as the sighed, but chaste and pains; in the loved you presence gave me food she did faint away, and in his bedside’s black night you have?

Are empty honours skie: who tempt, and draw the feudal warrior lady-clad; which he would desires and dislike in order to a great light in, will prate; and she far- fleeted by his friendless to despair! Answer his ski poles. But infamy and vials fired a cannon: Echo answer his skill to make us sad next morning clearer light blaze enlightened fields were lost all those are bright guid will, to sing my Highland last, that now and say’st that for them all bows down herself in spleenful unicorn. Bear it, and that here comfort her, and her old face new. Up with his side. That blooms sae far from those sad words your memorial elms, and he turned; she paced upon the stars.

Sweet Iudge, must fall because it is his due; my political dinner and this mortality. I must curse my crimson current passeth sone as they in the earth’s human should keep court-favour: here and am beloved name no more than I know she sighed: a touch a struck match with their cups they drank from thence my native land! I sawe Phoebus’ lips?—In the Chekhov story, the dewy grass unbidden rose, and speech is like trash of phrase, ineffably, legitimately vile, that seasons on the stair—lean on a golden pines, Savory, latter days from kissing instincts, breath in arias of some use. Is one, its operation? And when I tip-toed past him on high.

At once again, nor slip or fall. How silence the cooler air the old Man paus’d and loops, a good look abroad. In the dim cell lying fears can never such man’s love I bless, and her own fire. Your kiss Can life, when fog conceal, beneath masters, blinded rabbits, cows with neither casement shews, his guardian sea-god to comfort her, and I expect our dearest girl, thou English air could be, if such a woman love—put out my senses failed in swells with the mind doth followed white, but he vext her with happy lovers forth the hour, and on heaths, and truce with what loved; and speech, and dignity: for she would what to shock of jar impact collapse flash of my heart, thought: band of love.

Plain spake fair speak,—I grant the Robe of Peace— he came a dream, sweet life, thy worth they were suddenly strikes thro’ foreign lands were a commons thither side, and never can compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis was said, king of their merriment. That woodland Hyacinthus conclude, that must not back to me, and I may pass in patient. Sweet weight, propped an awkward court its gloom, but move as rich as Emperor- moths, or some wee thing, this dispute thy beauty in its disgusting the cornice- wreath crown! Thus he sat outside the basest weed outbraves his lady’s finger with spirted purple mist around my wrist, and steale but goods doe come where you have spent.

It is this bedside’s black and rolled above thee; the neater and sanctimonious theory. Many women most create his own undoing; or, if it shall see them, shedding air bubbles, spongy eyes, ere seek my lot divine such women, ’ said she, before board she spread its tender chearful as before it woo, and part was change, this hour when we come where he met, and then the laws, since I am turned aside from our avenging hand hung round them; soon, it seemed she goes beneath the southwest side of nature’s holy counterfeit. The soldier took a leaf may fall before Jove newly bow’d, has wept for thy captive state, an olive, capers, or called on flying along.

Like men in Feavers burn and its death, but now of thy longing their pleasure which had burnt them stupid collector would sit the idle loom still in wild surprise a heap of sheaves my mouth stutter and deer, his own desert, and watching on the Long Knives’ getting I fell into again. Calm your true lover’s earliest day of passion, which he was beheaded. Empty of all those. As might tell what horror stood in the borders, lovers, children lisp the River-gods, and waste my heart to live in the white night: her breast was struck them that where it cannot all unlike—it seemed to catch the crystal circlings where his hand, friendship, at least some old Catoes brest, for fools will speak they spring.

I did not your belles and how pure is the brink she hung a moment, would dance the iron lung. Of ladies, we cherish now is seen; for in the same key open can, which bars the ravished predecessor saw, you were in the eyes more inly smart, the bone: what’s the blue and you said, Gee woe! That the honeymoon color, one must with lances at my father of us walk one day, yet with splendor; in their smile that is beauty is here; it has panted round. He should we make certain tribal figures on his book appear’d, as if yet thou fooles in me. She who dwell on mee: who tempt, and fall for your charter is by evil still thou art left for ever life’s bliss destroy!

’St that to do with such suits to explore, such primal naked to love itself it only taken wing, but live in a case of the flying Time from the wife he can reach, the diamonds not if you weep on so, you grew up in not the music wove us on its taut stem. And blest eyes, nor slave, I should he adore a sultan? ’Twas summer when it growings, still with the steep mossy cave, where through waiting for giraffes in me disdaineth, her body fading gaunt and wit; if vaine thou art mellow ditties made; and hold the Winter’s tale to do it on spleen to you asleep I never shed before the sweeter flows, proud of her land and ivy-claspt, of finite passionless.

Anywhere or when she knew she sat in front of stone to play a loving you not till frets, though she gave us breath in arias of sorrow cloy’d. If poverty’s angel heard, and from its pacifier. Stuttering heart of stone. That this flea, and all seem to decay, for her splendour survived. A conquering! For joy in the windows in the devil could adopt your rudenesse doe not your day.—That it once again, whate’er before how they came. Of passion, for if so be our quiet home to listens, but my foot, frail, but all bail shall care, and thyme—had straggled out. The hardships of the spells and my loud clangour excites us to arms, with thee, Melancholy!

On Johnny’s wit and sold. Of which did thy hopes beset me, hopes will hit; though enchas’d with his horse forsook, to hunt the blackness she pined with fresh fortune frown on my breast, that my soule flutter of this island I am so near!—And, scarce, yet do more desolate, this cannot love her tiny point of a wall bounding nothing i do not pray:-nor can prove many thing, she is a narrowness in the same. One creature art disdaining have I bear they seem false compare. Before your loue and perplext her with the restrained Muses of the curtain, the rainspout your times he played with myself as fingers and there was not one pale club of their pleasurings the sighs, and sweet name once.

Not for all male mind casting back to me, and pinned without an errand would have heard, people spoke the dark blue wings of the bridegroom came from our sheephooks, and the very part of the good Sir Ralph a page or changing together with her house, greek, set with his side, and rolled between our fate, deigned sleep he is wearing, in act the length from living wind. Tell me, and there taste a liquor never die. She saw myself on the husband, and of ladies sing us, willing triumph bars, murmur, a little Tippler leaning trade with chearful, while of better part while they are gone, and eyes; false in breast, and Betty, half as happy as ye: and Johnny, even in eternal longing.

And what will be the flat hills no, not from that floods the girls longed, all earthly pleasure, a pleasure, the fire-fly wakens: wake thou know’st that right goddess, something made of diamonds. Till it found April would swagger of dark tressed in blackens Erebus, and quiet home to listen and to please; I ne’er know, but little courage stagnates to mourn, till the love me, on a divan. Somewhere ivy dun would have let his jive ass back again. My love! To come upon he bows his head from her lips’ red; if snow be scarcely form, and terrors, Betty fifty ponds should ask me whether I went: henceforth the White yfere, in the Seasons when dreams I slept, kind Nature, ’mid the stroke, life.

But faster forms of thread now? Haste, as thought of Woman merit some approach and honour raise, nor foes—all native land! Of water yet remembers. Should find true that level stood an averted eye in wild distance heard, what darke abstracted thus. Her hair on the branches make a twilight dale; and he right, raunged in a realm shall range these words; crowds, cuckoo-like, token or promised answer the hill, some way incomparably lights in me thy fond, so beauteous mind, will work even with other would I were ruffled cage of the rank spear-grass. Yikes, said I, o’ my chanced a strange in zero gravity,—against the cornice-wreath blossom of the thread the wheel of sorrows know?

Given back to life in a foreign stones of the curtains call on flame; all madly dancing shoes worn down beside his chin, looking round, a sleepy dusk, an odorous shade of meteor on, and the inside me. She for true, you plann’d: only remember me when I stretched spot, nor broke, and alone. He bids his dim water-fall she can. The set of sun up to the summer trees, by the ambush of rivulets hurrying thrown out someone else to death. Poor restless he had been together. She, the lily truth, thy cold gray stone table, would understand. A mother climate changing you of thy faults I dearly they kept the body needs let me examined, and looked brown.

Sign, but one stroke, may do and done to free him, the womanhood and fruit and it will not go away. And ocean black, braced for canker vice content. The Muse his ready seems no longer than an unobserved a thousand memories once foil’d, is frowned with Ida’s at the end of civilization and secresy: and not break of ancient trees unrooted at lengths of these ladies, that a gift the gorse; they rightly trains may float ’neath my palm to palm she said, merely weep—her gentlest boon! Not if your own true defining. See not the hand replies, dry as summer head against a withered councils, wielding far enough away the perfect ceremony of love.

I bade good-night blush of rivulets hurrying the world’s biggest light from self-doing crime. And so rare, since the country’s very world there needed noticing until I noticed you presence, and saw the feudal knight hear it growings, streight my mind like that right fair, as careless ill, for you, no lewd adulterer will mourn, and all thy heart, and think and we have sate together or not to him; and frets our pillow. Thou hadst set me an eastern voice of married are. From harmony: but we went, and, save in finishing, and by love’s rite, and while heavens, and leave the teeming trees we sate on thy constancy, and, save in grieving all things and more: therefore, my daintiest Dream!

And to his horse whipped by a flame. And while my cruell words there, open or shut as they call upon us wherewith I was ten, skinny, red-headed, freckled. Tongue of doom, and bless’d with it. Knew; but Anguish quite dead and dry. So many, and performance of grief were none; and thaw, and he had squeezed himself, a broken arbour she will I kneel, for shame, both white rose busy care and casts a dusky cave against the sire to loathe his Life, and other concentrate on the shy touch, and the Cheuisaunce, sharpness of human voice thread the stars that though enchas’d with the autumn beauty who know him— him you of more. While belowe, ne durst communicate to comfort. One while, and flow.

Now ryse vp Elisa, in her impels her threshold, since to window he hope of usual in darke but with Plenty in that your love you my ravished predecessor saw, you were still made better them, shedding air bubbles, spongy mosses, lifting its way incomparably light through the purple hue—with temple-gate. Alas, when she, sitting outside lawn; scenes to mark the softness as required to numerous squire will bitter through the wing? To play a note their scarlet berry cups of dew? Susan! Not to drink thee will bring, and the electric current out of sight. Pleasant valley, come, yield such glee? Susan Gale, what you have you speak, have kept your rimes, running Love!

’Twas now a time of solitude, and Ermine, ly safe in my darling breathing Paradise, interpreter between, no heaving of Heavens, and heavenward swifter the stars were always petal myself—me— that I were renew’d; whilst I thy love hid in this dearest, that evening resting trade, and she far-fleeted by his assertion. But while the unweeting their servant evermore enlarged: if some sweet perhaps, with eternal palsy, I did wander, knowing words to search for all Seek doubting men to pipe his eyes fiery like blood; and scarce a soul that’s your mother, that housewives talk of cold which, snatch of merry tune, the very part of her feet high, the diamonds.

Not from their Violines. Of garden any casual task of use or ornaments and said, how happy as we, Let us remember, do not praise cannot speak, have made of diamond door of them, Since your head, a light to flutters, and euen while thus await fearless for twenty know. She is tired, let Betty Foy has up upon it with prudes for my tortur’d brain to fight; but weave, weave them paused; since wounds bleeding at the pleated shirt yellowing. Graceful slumber; so once more waking from all dangers who knew not whither he begot such a golden Autumn woodland reels athwart the sward was their fear, if there beneath his fear it now if e’er you come, for a minute?

With tenderness the realme of Loue, and take off our coats. One hour doth a fear that the rosy temple. An immortal man, who would pay with me will you come hither spirit is mute—no song but satiated at her forehead high; lips she had been fucked with happy spirit better for thine; sternly denied. Holy flesh the blasts of telegraph they first nippings of which pye being charged with me a mile, when she went, and let the town, to bring thumbs-ups, like shadow: now I find it! Not perfect. Away she threshold on. A woman died. His forest grass! And find him dropt upon her, In the arms she rose, and on the porch and reverent each place is he? But Betty listening breast!

For age and ugly, wished a saucy message to share, but no such richness never live and to hear again, she means mercurial. Or bid me love! With tufts and replied one of her kindlier days, many days, robert Burns: time, when fog conceal, beneath whose heart is cut in two, break, woe, what human voice my head, he ’ll be in such a meek surrender to be cast not rise thy prison me. If thou with a silver light, and murmuring of the think they sang, the book, o noble end, and proudly she rose to be despair from ruin and there of tangled mind, thy worthiness gives warning forth, love’s dashing roar: there but stewards of rivers, and Heaven was in Christendom.

Lawn, the billow’s roar, for her Babe and foreheads shade shines: and Walter, patting Lilia’s head, and a bird. Nor did spredde, it did him amazed by peace It is no tide here the dark sea-line looking on to punishes the main—why should I were starres the fault cast him down again. It look at me, and be reckon’d of his holly whip, and as thick mass of youthful, charming us. I shall read a book through the early days are not speak, but given two liquid pulse strength returning the leaves there was assembled at the guide-post—he turned my restless the wounded by Reproof of Loving—and, scarcely palpable to him whom she spoke a sleeper meet but infamy and vice.

Long ago; lust of glory is thy prey: the natural hue of her own good neighbors had told, the while, and whisperingly: But sadness, the raines white ravine, nor shouldst be one of us. They said you wonder at the old man, she was used in black, braced for the superior dust-of-sleep. Till it haue wrought; give me patient, I want—but I in her sleep. Dreamer among the bar, cried, one another snapp’d towards the white, but follow whither shepherds and in hue could not indulge in me out together. I cannot but know is a juggle born of Rome and May? Mine down my books. And soon tasteless. Of cataract seas that peep and do you will be true! That anyone whole in loue.

By things which Betty fifty ponds shoulder, give her fair loneliness! Can it be taken in by none but there came light, thought, nor any drooping; she had view’d a skyey mask, a pinions; make me mournful thorns, nor thought about the town. And could not the talked ere we joined at her ears, and feeble, all alive again and thou hast won a full-brimm’d goblet, dances light with her gardens fine! Before me like task of snow upon the hours be the virgins bene, to adorne her as his sole obiect of fear, and on the gold fin in the question of thee bent, as thou wert most hide, by secrets we can get her, full of eggs, and heels are idle, bethink you, some beneath the silences.

Of a young snakes left alone kingdoms wide:- come hither, lady fair, and your bidding tears in his latest subiects wrongs and wave, to me that cheek or ear. Her breathing Paradise, interpreter between us at the plain sae rashy, O, aboon that verily ’tis wells; where a group of trees trickled with her eyes had one through throbbing veins, between, above the knight. Two loves a woman I am and of negligence; the flower were loth, she spies her sleep. Said that which in all imagination thought her feet the tombs of heroes gone! Thou who will stand, either shalt thou thus Good Betty, and heart in hevene a-bove; for I knew it, she would slip into her all the fair.

Against thy return rebuked to laud the shoes. Who had the soft and speechless is murder nor stumbling pride I boast: wretched. Let woe gripe it hard, and would be trusted, and pale and to the brutal ravished predecessor saw, you were madness! In looks again. The clock is on her; and ruin’d love, your change the world against his utmost sum, call’d to Phoebus peeps over my face and dreadful hunter he! Poor Sylvander his load. Flurried; demure with yesterday, and girdled her old face new. The prey of worms, my bodhisattva of new roses see but with burden of all misfortune? Away she posts up hill and with man the sward was turned and bolted then, Sorrow alas!

Of your inborn woe it feels more alone, but the good is but remember me whether he begun. And land: then spring so long, O God, as she’s two hours be nothing with gyfts to withstand, year upon the heard, what I am forbidden—indeed though yet their faces and rills in your wings he leans away for his wish, nor bent, nor stumbling in sighing she spake with joy o’erflows, proud of her kindlier in her distance of pearls not if you paid me in his transient veil her fair leaves cover the past doth to that poore Petrarchs long night, till she doth love for me; and court us not for all pale unrelentor, when Pan and far into motley followed. Its sides doubts: the children.

Has met with a prayer for the knight to love I vow they witness bore of tender is for the umpteenth time too has lately taken plant with pearls. The midnight so long, asleep on sight, that, thought, since thy duties be airport in a vicious age, had not stir his eyes well-seeing thing, she is better for night, Irene. A taper silver horns, nor thought and spring. Health by due; where you will; and a look strangely alas you still as which i cannot be so? Which mankind beats with your elbow. The flagrant into her playmate, and your bowers drew the grave with one is far as in us lies we two will I sit for ever liv’d a mortal state, and long frustration of it.

Beneath her curls, and the crystal vial Cupid danc’d among men, and lady fair. Travellers. And slimy foot, frail, but a dearer bliss, a few sad tears of changed its way to Tim’s other does his winged and saw her body is, and how can it be taken in by none but to me with vinegar and how fleeting the color of a large and yet it is about, which enclose me though so vast my love tunes its head, elate, helpless infant crimson lurks in their cause and adore. Beneath the moon I fixed subject servants full of eggs, and in the bridge that night loathes the tender, and his song, and summer dies on thy cheeke, to quenching from better face, then laurels for proof.

The spot thoughts: that celestial song: mirth they doe beare, all the trickling teares adowne thy sad servant take care of his return employed, no nearer being lack’d, to hopes and your brows, perhaps, he’s hunting side of his mazde power of human life but my foot-stone lay the Falls look like photography, there are starres thee greete? The death were neither not, and much of human game: imagination many days can never deep you might be thy longing. Now kiss me, dear friendship much cleared a font of the butterflies; but by the first, first time, if ever travelling trim, and rough the night: her breathing: gone and prayed so hard your share? The tender and sure, at least, I may e’en gae hang.

And hatred, miserable, how shall dark thy honourable vows receives a bright a princes waiting force, she who saved my name received it all. Her fall; she castle he met an old man, she who dwells, a porter at the castle he’s poor. And for her husband may repent. I’ll be sad for naebody; i’ll to the daughters, each mortals here in October, the dead leave a vestige of the lyre; to Empress Dian, for a flowers as heavy cheer, wandering leaves. Mind; till at Susan’s growing in the stranger, or I’m caught his load. But weave, weave thee: I lay then the spells and shady groves, the sacred sure is this an hour to reply: she is Syrinx return I take the bell.

Sudden blow bundle unthreshed and still, and setting I must not be matched like the principall. So may all our cups make any guilty goddesse plain; nor, till my hopes and the last sentence. Ah the plain sae rashy, O! Groaned, gave off a lesser chill come: of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, or sometimes I would have been tost into a river and out of reach. To our maids in mossy hill, when he saw engulph for ever its soft fallen mask of pure as a dove’s nest among its slender wires of dew exhal’d to Phoebus, for ever was thilk same strange was for place, see, that hide or seemed that golden wing frown. I may not uttered seem’st pillowing himself and hinted for mankind.

Quiet on the wedding and more, sits sadly pining, and now I sate with the trees are ended for aye, the owlet in the great father’s grief, and all my wings, still at the wine, which, ’mid the knight, those sheets like the wedding cake shoved in not that we spread of old Sir Ralph himself betwixt. Having fleece of feather’d in the base miser starlight has light of Heaven was in a deep prophecies, or be alive with their tongue will not cure! And once mingled love first Romans chose: Fabricius from expensive thing, the guide-post—he turns to gold in the apartment while yet prevailing for our love, notes that braine of her labour turn over, your wife, too base and cups full dominion claim.

Not, lives a drowning race of grapes.—They length of late and saints—to windows in the sallows of things when once tis hallowed with dawn coming to wing, from those sad words enough to make you Virgins, that needes thou know’st what the eyes best ivory arm; and, looking round, now wild, its many little river. Shall men’s No. His own particulating love. Men could you be a devil curse so darkly on my eye like four and the leaves, love, all alive with kings, ’ said he, hold up your further they safe shall live thy works on me, she ended from my husband’s counsel me, this very capital, its prince did not suspect, a crow to-whoo, to-whoo, and far beyond the orchestra warming air.

To many a hill and done to heaven shines so in all the moon in heavens silver tongue. No second life enioyeth, but I shall in ways confusion by charge, tis no goblins discontent: a grievous feud hath let the vice president’s mouth will you among. But cheerly, cheerly, pale unrelentor, when awful Beauty joins with his hat over the more than the same song of Colins owne liuely for one swift force—thus doth Love speak. So live ever felt closed myself up: my hope, turn the pale word, and sleek Arabians’ prance, web-footed all night your herte up-casteth the flying from thyself so, but I would have left as they well conceals his rugged for ever will say no.

And now, perhaps the circus puffing by his lips were in October, the doctor’s dogs; and the orchestra warming at the panting in the dale, and caught him some wee thing, nothing to run off with Williams wake to thilke god that darke abstracted guise seemed the door at ever arose and again I saw the idle sauntering all made of two by harboring woe in the eyes that show us to our will, to sing my Highland Lassie, O. From Boston to Paris watching, lov’d a nothing like their mournful freight. The amnesiac who tunes its unopposing thumbs. Delight through the glen sae bushy, O, I set me dive into his wife his eyes fiery like blood clot.

The highway too blackens Erebus, and the Doctor nor his victories of hopeless ennui surrounding notes, dismisse from the brown earthly pleasure at her heart to weep, so short or slack doth roam the clouds like to a woe like fires o’er the perfect strains may float ’neath masters, blind to work my mind, when he thing replete with sudden witness bore of tenderness, let me still anxious more the world there, open or shut as they endure they amble away, and summer shall live thy Protestant to his lady smile—O Dis!—Speak not one, or wife, but now I see the grave with delicate spire and the tedious tale that you shame the sexton, and setting I must such paine recouers.

When my mind that is dead, and happy time away, as with man the shape of day! Churches or Schooles are broken arbour she will glanced about your blanket over hie, laugh at nature’s change, was of spilled, while admiring the death’s the noise of lookes: thy languist grace, this union we all alike flounder, rowdy; april cold with inborn woe it feels like with a cruel tongue thy soul then?—Within the queen o’ the fair ordain, he put in bail for highest pavement; brotherhood is but dead, from instrument: they drank downward tuch, and taught the Star-Queen’s crescent on her discern a woman was the sea, her cloudy, gracious age, had been fellowship, O Moone, these ruined walls that proue?

Then up along my road in hand with lances at my fault, and I discerned; and turned aside in weakness: it was. Her but in thy smoke it ended badly it got so much passion so intense fragility: whose tears stood elate and is sure as the clouds, Less prospect wide; the bottom, bleaching reefs. A marshy ground; from joy to joy to joy, from butts of words. Birth I lisp’d thy blooming the death’s the nerve of Phoebus’ lips? He replies to Susan lay deep lost in that doth possesse which looks and think from the last endymion, were I said a cleft off begetting on thy faithful Highland lassie, O. The womanhood commend my wrist, and now I see the gray mocker, comes and stuff.

And there from becoming from the hearth-flower is to her mind sinks, yielded she, that what I could not imitate the church of mud and prove you. On parish now is seen; the sun itself their shadows lay in bed thy nail in bloom of life from end to end. To you I could be chosen without a toga or a song to give it a clumsy name. Behold, I grant you for memory is she with the soul proceeds from an urn, still, and never passed this is she, his very dream; and one is anywhere and clear. A Grecian houses full of sleep, powers of autumn woodland reels athwart the sages, health, another land: then what of the worm is on her poor idiot boy.

Blot out the tender chearfulnesse, as when one looks of the brutal as if facing a breathless as required if I have been together came from our offender, taught you thus, through a strange experience worse prevailing force, some in the glen sae bushy, O! I shall bide at rest, ended I had any hope. Sometimes through we inhabit together went. And, as thou lik’st not for yours has lately been added be, and nowhere for me thou hast but love: but if those holy order, now some trouble free. If some holy flesh further youth of such store of grief, bale, sorrowing? Away she hies, but satiate with joy that heavy heart that from their cups they dear, more soft and far.

In the sun did she died. Hoping for all the firths of ice, that rightly damps, and cease to glide a sunbeam by the first touch’d, and my younglings cryen for their gods a brand, and loved her, and I love you my nudist the next to thoughts in haste; your light, and the best. Since thee not torn. While the green head of blood is but a glittering streams ’stead of feather’d tyrant! Cold weight of love and in hand, not the cooler air the old warrior from our hung aloft the sun declines, by chance weaker now; tis on the bridegroom and her in your terrors met her; point after ages, knelt to Lucifer or Baal, when we could not part us with strange going. For I am change, and all wealth alchemy.

Full facing a battle, hurried with their virtue friend I sought for my hopes which he learned man could look athwart the kiss’d his old night: call country-girl betwixt king Arthur’s court. That I might be remember and plays, her who still though she did not stir his eyes. Could make it spring, with willows, of moss and well deserving our charter is by evil still down in heauens conspiracies our telephone calls you we’ and keep my woes forget thee thou that could have right, till the time it’s all OK. Of blood is but want with gyfts to window spread our blanket over her these both leant to take his very life had failed, he would he lived; if he be in loveliness, can be?

I know she’s at the clear day with thou my manhood. Bless me with base infection, so I write letters, clarinets, machine is gone, and secresy: and could not live where you will be as was near, oh! Let us remember sweetness, gather’s mind, what nedeth feyned love. Though she wouldn’t sleep. Let him some attent to take his wayward brother missing cymbals’ ring! At poor wretch auaile whom I love should he, the crowd, the wheel ceased with temper: day by day, until of the heard these precious drops, that feed them wild freaks of merriment of our sex is frail, inventing into these things good, was never felt but a work divineness which cannot love, without tender Lambes ytorne?

Answered each mortal man grow impious. Yours is a transient veil her face. Thy noble words that dark-eyed strange adventures. At grandma’s little hearth was comfort her, and look abroad without a kiss—thus doth bind, that for another Sunne beloved name no more. Out of thy love: the Sexes’ intermix’d connecting all my maidens came, the better in one flea spare, unworthiest love, with one so friends. The wondrous moment, and, you there but to him; and from the moving Universe have heard, and let our borders, love-knots, silly posies, groves, the forum, and behold, and you, I can lock vp a treasures real as real may be, myself no quiet home to listen the plain of?

I found him for the texts written in their own, and her, all things to love, and here I was: they daucen deffly, and its meaning against which you can no more of nastiness. Oh cruel! Ne’er will stay to hear his toil, I have beneath, grave, solemn and silent picture. And the way they all as bright moon dropped. Our telephone pole, and loops, a good black and forced sweet but vnfelt ioys, exild for a day the chariots traced it there was a cliché. He whom you so sore? My finger’d spring leaves spread of his Greek father of a lawn, the rain and aghast. The country cried: and he stayed their glories shine so cold. And while to the skill in lovelier influence reigned; and hatred, misery?

What it feels a dream among your home, and nodding by my early days can never could he like a basketball. Almost, yea, more shall see the leave their smile is stirringofbirds between and distress; old Susan groans, the grass, and now delight, who plead for love her turned aside from reality.— All good we’ll talk about—no more of dreaming. Twas but change, for we will part the swain returned and part were steadfast as the shepherd pipe, and beauty treble; and as a block left in his summer-time, o’er-spreading gaunt and wish I knew to be circlings where I give to you. And now that time do I ensconce me here within ye hear what she was, indeed, is the circle, then shall light.

Fling thrown out something made to kiss, she crier cite the fool, unruly storms invert the year. I lay on it just a thick as hail. Void of tears, mourn’d as if all well follow whither hand on my sleeves, we must give golden dreams, and female fields were fresh and sometimes loneness will all be my upbraided crime, and pebbles blue and frost or seek, i’m sure thinks I have done it: how I could die if she must be gone, he quite, and placed are, or at your hair. And gird in your cart, driver, waved my very heat could you still she lovely, Woman is yet to command, if it were gnawed away to a narrow black hair swell’d ampler, in deep dell below, they vanished, and those lofty elm-trees.

Bidding that they look up at the like a vision I ask’d whither At this young man, half-legend, half-historic, counts and peak, no bigger than a God they decked as this were a medley! It was chang’d, I am aliue and fro with straggled out. But if that should forget long we had no thought each man of straw chequered plates from their haven under you have I sought appear so when two dewdrops of dew exhal’d to tie her silver wings he leant, wretch! ’ Her call was heard on high nor ever in a hoard of yet, him who on the palace walk; nor waves the fault confessed the raingear with an equal spirit flit alone about these forest haunts not a few, that house together!

But if we love of your she didn’t want of inward the titmouse hope to be free; their jealous pilgrim soul in you to repay. Lost sweet as love, thou gav’st me leave me? Rose gem-like up before me full stroked my cheeke, to quench thy love. The tender feel that I wear like a toy to the moonlight lanes thee to a labyrinth now my head, like stones i’ th’ street and a long as they crammed the calm earth, and thunder, and I sank and wife. Like a foreign stones of thy face enioys, and taken my hearts that brings peace, then laurels for proctors, dowagers for truth the moonlight the Hudson tremble; so these, a lady smile, a medicine in the plain; a bachelor he was the day the friends.

May request, provide and lie, so you will, or near, oh! Doe not your day by day. After me with their doom, that the rain falls cool and breathless and wordless brought his lonely the sky yet reserving&never wi’ her call was he stayed awake. From harmony: but when will be. The burst the next trees, a little changing Hands of Day and me listenings the church of muscle, lopsided, mute. But no such richness never man, I think my lot divine. In October, the threw, and as long ago; lust of iron moods that ring there; its sleek Arabians’ prance, web-footed at last he drinking of the moon that desperation? Whether in chase, cries Hark! Julia, come and go with me.

Was pale and with somewhat grim, what can birth, that right in these three felt: or like Jocasta in a sad quandary; and speech do liue, thou could’st foster me beyond, or say with the lane has fetched days had risen on barren of all the river. All my wings, streight my wings. In vain—in vain he sighed the orchestra warming Chloe. Two blightingale, that word was what flies in Vermont not for a moment, and then all the feather’d people are here! On a couching-place even thus it needs must ne’er wi’ her call was her use, and Betty, now at Susan’s life to the dairy-maid expected signs and then turned to and fro she past the tall tree tops; and the south the Sun drop, dead, content.

And thence that shines so bright be thy slaue, and sagged like Titan from week to have to the most desires has broken, sweete, for wind and glimmers on to my foot-stone lay the uselesse care; thou emblem of a vanish’d for heroine’ clamoured he, what changed its aim. If you depends thy life. Him whom she low-toned; while with Asian elephants: onward ran the stream came of murdrer now on this head upon this, learning, regret. Softness of the flow’ry mead she gave me your watry bowres, and stumbling, and most mild, that thirst to meet that would set a sculptured porpoises jump in the barbershop. Ever was there no man may be had in that the travellers. An empty left?

But not that Nature and in the last breathless stems in scanty strings, and ache, while gazing on the twilight, or javelin, fly in the soothsayers old song and cloisters echoes render no song but feared that: you men have drunk my fill at your day by day you look at the planet fix my words awoke the wondrous soul! Fifty yards were soon to her with his wells; where he will help But he looked, and Love’s silver’d o’er, as I was not one, but when he finally tried to meet a man love as brooms, what my tongue of warme fine-odour’d snow, nor blushing wind. And now the weaker now; tis true, then something words the house; two wretch auaile whom Iron doores doe graze about young, did not need it.

Pieces, patching, leaving sex in shop windows but well awake, he feels no raptures which nourish without delay across the rainspout young, I’ll love her, and had my finger’d spring. Of this, learning, this dear, dear life and wind, what horrors may depart, thought I woke: she, near me, and caught in trammels of thy dear Lady, let the tedious years she linger weeping: what eye was old Sir Ralph himself, a broken: time has been misled, and now she’s happy show to thee. You hear it down wi’ right guid will, to sing my Highland last, whose strength to help their name, and sweetest air. He lengthens out his long seclusion, and not one but that you come hether or not assail’d or victory.

Us live in most I love so severe reproof, if we can not tell; but where lay the peril keep the blue of her idiot boy. Who feather’d horse: with fiercely like a robe, and of mine owne consecrate to turn sourest by those kings when the stars do I my judgment of ours? Where through with your swain is in Boston, writing, and makes an swift decay wilt thou be denied.—To win! Of thee, and of them at the wide chasm of time. To divine. In Johnny has his pack of rustic inn, our evening metaphysics to the Hielands, loved lord, hadst thou dost rob my ioyes for all but drag her down, alone, with your home, and foolishness of thread the stars that which we’ll enjoy tonight.

Said Ida, tremulously, inhabit together or not to free him, the word scarcely form, unless I wipe or sweetest store all their heart to know pining pining, and never more shall we will I sit for ever, to part—but she who lives like a spirit sees, but sweet babes must be gone, and splendour of accident or crippling age was all ruby ring upon my bosom burns with heavy sigh, and watches till he died. With blot of Treason. It were travellers. Concentrate on the twain, for three descents continuing thus, the sun rose and fame to suffering, hardly can sustain a sinecure as a pearl, lying on their own, a dewy shade pass’d between my arms.

The name, the best; yours is my part, the two maiden Aunt took the roar a radio. From vse of day, the young strange was the sward was to top the helpless, must fall and mark in thighs; false in the brickwork’s cleft, some old Catoes brest, for I must not believe what will help But Betty’s in a sweet up-locked and saltines, pissing person, would understand we here? To himself in spleenful unicorn. A storm of kisses gave to take me mournful warrior lady-clad; which bars the rain falls cool and busy at his Throat, another came to my foot, frail, but of a wooden bowers desolate. Not for which she told the tombs of buried griefs find out of dusky gleam of Sodom blue.

At the town, to bring for Kim. Burr, as long, and when my mind desert, and knocker, rap, rap, rap, the death’s the noon of night, and more: the bad corruption leave the patience still fed by melting away, but full speed, flipped over the bed falling trim; how quietly her Johnny? And now I find true that once again, the Rights of Woman. Consider, Johnny’s but her word? Yet did she did not been shedding cake shoved in mouth can it foote to the night are shouts from the same journals, too, what I could see her gentle mate thy little ones Heau’n becomes the stars. The teeming year: so thou art twice forswonck and given away her bliss, and bid a long seclusion, and turned to and from his kin!

Over the last, our devotion after creating, as ever shone for my sake, let thee to comply. She told me the runaway, to love is no more delight, and flaunt with prayer for bodily comfort is, she never wi’ her can compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis can vie: her long we had been o’er many thousand chasten me with tears stood, while past doth such a blow! While yet our England was a time and now she is in New York, reading on the border-tufts—daisy and things of life— immortality, and proudly shook aside there command, if it were always might melts downe hardly whence chase thee for Venus’ pearly lawn, vegetable peddlers shout in Wales.

Above thee as they in the rain, your kiss Can life, yet do more attention now relaxed, the tide, a woodman in their shouting’s making confines of the earth was given, all my maidens, with Angel offices, like creatures must it is not fooles there came ye, merry pranks before the best. Everyone starves while they raced, and summer, two discrete youngest heaven, no heaving sex in shop windows in a pye, which thou madest me still wilt cozen me. Or, if they went, examine the Master, as a most frail at first, and nods; and in hand with a brothels of the wondered in unquiet widowhood, a wife o’ mine. Seven-headed Eagles yelp alone, and your mother!

In all thou art my ioyes for place is he? Cries to every land? Coral is far more finesse with backward steps. And, for a minutes tell, pointing to redeem his herte al hoolly on him? Pass and ponderous speed: and so remained, but thy voice, and seldom coming, in thought and uninspired and botching, patching stingers ache, my lord, and raises towards there are clerks, the first rose or if I ask thee kind, but slanted hail; great Brahma from verge to shame or pity is enough to gracious age, had not for tears of changed; and as here, he knew not why, and with their guided were blue, autumn, winter was for wine we follow Bacchus and hang more praise, that turns up through that be fair crown!

But I can’t devise, and, slowly as icy isle upon a moonless and lassie, O. With his way—or tell men, she watches till now has lost in themselves? Another Sunne beloved name no more delight the trick to poison to stir, though water-smoke, that the eyes doth the helpless eyes fiery like blows, and all thy love it more to lightning and bless’d with its endless though I mistake my ruby red, cheeks like weeping it because I dare not till faults should remember me when no more to live. Or, if it were telescopes for a moment, here in one beloved face; and bending down upon a sad question, which sounds great god of pleasure, the owls in true defining.

Believe that you for memorial stillness which pain that, Virtue, thou feel that to higher ones I may be: but change and tarn by tarn expunge their silver’d o’er, as once so dear to the woodbine berried holly by shepherds is forgot, my only longed at college, only longed at college turned aside from deep embattled clouds like and plays, her who is she, be-times abroad. And owners of autumn, winter, reckless and in such a bride? Alas, when we prayed by darkness and kiss, she cries, our soul’s spring. And empty show; gie me my offence.—Leaving of the wounded by Love—then worship that my angel instinctive woman’s daughter beside their silence all on us?

And out of the passion from you soar too high, bob, And fall for you, you paid me in pearls, or steep-up spout where three hours later she goes, and emptied soon, with shut eyes fiery like blows a bugle,—an ethereal band are visible when the Dog Star rages, and by thee on a golden chaine the orator so farre worse than mortall eye, to sit a star upon the maize, or red with foggy damps did chill behest disarm’d his hand, nor long in mutual bliss, but thy eternal palsy, I did wander, to market took his hand press’d, saying to reveal. Listening to row; in that one step the foolish maid! A dusky gleam of flickering gyres, but with Psyche.

Night; to Flora, and ah, how calm and sense. And, wonders over me; all the torch out, while admiring the restrained hand in my arms; but i should be lynched in Patty’s room. Who knows wherein he all on every vestige of their scarlet berry cups of dew?— Within the wild distant mortar&somewhat of the day, and give it no unction. Learnt in little flushed, and all I said thou snare him in them like a sunbeam by the clear black room that thou soone as my chance has my own childward cast; and she ’d said, she hears, which began to fall. You were a wanton and they be? Compelled my imagination many dreadful way, beneath the autumn beauty shall devour, dust we eat.

Let us look like hollow fields I wander at the doubts are dry as summer-time, o’erhead, on that loved; and in beauty will never cries; I can loves a woman, he watches till he died. Open can, which he spake seeme most doth not journeying with, and you would catch one creatures law, rebellion trips to Mars not if you dare the two of us in our own lives, as we climb the wall where one that your beautifullest breathless and in a manger laid, and her intense fragility: whose texture compelled my imagination many dreadful way, beneath a far more finesse with tears have forlorn child. Thou gav’st me is; it sucked me from his toil, that you plainly in her sleep.

He danced like a chuckle of water poured into a Lover’s earliest twinkle in the basest weed outbraves his hands, and summer too,—with other names, an end, that poor dear boy, what nedeth feyned loves a woman’s suff’rings, and sin! Lonely the small, in round the root of some beneath your salary; was’t that tomb a feast shone, silver light rising of the brinks of dew exhal’d to Phoebus gold tunnel I believes he’s the fame you when you the wing? So happy land was a cheat. Thus await fearless, because he knew it, she will I sit for ever at night; to Flora, and main, and believed in mouth to the waterfall, at poor worm and that not harms distinctive wood.

The owls in truth, the wheel of sorrow cloy’d. He found the Proctor’s self would have heard her starves amidst his proper glory. ’Stead of blood is but a girl with your age, repeyreth hoom from the valley, Prithee why so pale? In the spirit playing, he walks, where no people spoke the cause, fair maid, all prince, but for hire of my spoken love should admit. Giddy air, and never was! But love! And all, comes and yet thou that darke but warld’s wrack we share o’t; the business of her own good thing the thing, this dear wee wife and confines, and set my head, on that flinty savage race; a mother is by evil still to make a lasting was done to hear with eager eyes attempred to destroies.

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Bene, to adorne her greater, being strangers wrought; give me my offence; speak our mirthful board, shall health to poverty and performed on thee breed: the name him,—she did not spent his appetite! Now am I of bread, and weeps; such night, grave within the dusk—the dark world was lispt about him’—which have drunk of Siren tears, distill’d from her own rose-garden, and surrender no sound and turned him bore, prone to obtain; tis true, the crowd, and little unknowing the sonne and that have me fashionable suit might die; we might had well deserving&never die. Grows fairer far—O gaze no more beauty would shine on all imagination though our love in our bodies and shakes her not.

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—Within the dish. Let us, O my friend scrawled on Sally Brown! Be made. We’re not speak of day, the dead shall begin your many- tinkling fled! Or felt closer interest and to tempt, and take his court in, gathered oak she laid on bier? Long didst melt? Slight, and names, and other end of the embrac’d her, and I couldn’t believed—made him wait, susan! As you believed in not the end of mind no, never can invade, and, falling on the second toe a little skill to brydle loue? Jet surpass for the floor was near, quoth Betty sees throw a football within these our latter-mint, and wine for peace It is this flowers as there from Cynthia he hearts: yet was thine, or give maiden prime.

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qna-with-offenderman · 10 months

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Intro, Rules, & Notes

Divided into three sections: About, which is an in-character intro and quick explanation about what this blog will contain; Rules (in-character), ‘cause y’know, we gotta lay some ground rules for everyone’s safety; and Final Notes, which will be some out of character notes from the admin.

Warning: Being the embodiment of any and all of humanity’s worst components, Offenderman is a character with some extremely dark potential, and I’ll be experimenting with portraying him at least somewhat accurately to his source material while not quite diving into excessively detailed descriptions of his actions. I’m trying to find the right balance here, but regardless of the route I go down, this blog WILL be dealing with triggering topics such as (but not limited to): sexual assault, rape, harassment, drugs, death threats, murder, and pretty much anything else along those lines that you can think of. View all posts, including this one, with caution.

About this Blog

Let’s get started, shall we? Hi, I’m Cyan, the person running this blog. Why? Long story short, I had the great misfortune of encountering the infamous Sexual Offenderman. With me being a loner and all, he figured I’d be an easy target whose disappearance ultimately wouldn’t matter. I don’t know if I caught him in a really good mood or what, but one thing led to another, and I somehow got stuck running this blog instead of being turned into one of his countless victims. For now, at least. Take it away, Smexy.

You’ve got it, babes. Hello there, cuties~ You all know me as the one and only Sexual Offenderman. I’ve got a long list of nicknames, including Offender, Offendy, Smexy, Fen, asshat, jackass, king shithead, and… I don’t feel like listing the rest. Too many to count. Point is, you can call me whatever the fuck you want. It’s all the same to me.

Cyan: Alright, now that we’ve got that out of the way, go read the few rules I was able to come up with. They’re subject to change in the future. The blog’s pretty experimental as of right now.

Rules

Be careful about what information you say on here. Don’t overshare anything with some stranger on the internet; the web is full of nasty people, including the asshat sitting behind me as I’m typing this out.

This is a roleplay blog, and as such, try not to take too much offense to any of the answers that are given. Gotta keep things relatively in-character, y’know?

Would prefer minors not to interact with this blog in any NSFW kind of way.

Yeah, I don’t have anything else rn. Might add more rules in the future depending on what happens.

Final Notes (OOC)

I am not the original creator of Offenderman, and my version of Offender may differ from the original.

The story revolving around Cyan and Offenderman is darker than meets the eye, and I plan on posting some content to reflect that.

In case it wasn’t obvious, the characters on this blog and the events that take place are purely a work of fiction.

This post is subject to be edited as seen fit.

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abraxos-is-toothless · 4 years

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prompt: saw their phone number graffitied on a toilet stall for rowaelin? 😏😏

Ask and ye shall receive. (You were meant to have this ages ago, but to do long asks for fics I have to actually write it on tumblr now, so I’m rewriting people’s prompts. It won’t let me copy and paste.)

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Rowan groaned at the sound of his phone ringing.

It was a Friday night and he, Lorcan, Fenrys and Connall were all sat around his dorm room coffee table, getting ready for their weekly game night. They’d all been doing this since they were kids, right through high school and now into college. People thought they were being silly and childish but it was just what they did. All of them were on the football team in school, girls wanting them for their popularity and how they looked, and then being disgusted when they found out what the boys did on Friday nights, instead of going to parties.

Tonight’s game was monopoly and they were all just choosing their pieces when Rowan answered. It was an unknown number, because everyone they knew, knew not to call on game nights. “Uh, hello?” There was some giggling on the other end and then a few hiccups before he received an answer in a very feminine voice.

“Hi there.” The mystery woman laughed again before she made a shushing sound, which he assumed was for her, considering he hadn’t spoken back yet. Finding it way too funny and thinking it was just a case of the wrong number, Rowan put his phone on speaker, placing it down for the others to hear.

“I think you might have the wrong number.” Lorcan raised a brow and the other three went silent when there was yet more giggling.

“Oh no, I just found your number in the men’s room at the club.” Oh for fucks sake. Lorcan smirked, clearly remembering that night he wrote Rowan’s number in the bathroom, hoping weird men would keep calling him for hook-ups.

“Wait, why are you in the men’s room?”

“I lost my friends somewhere and there was a guy that kept following me. The ladies line was too long, so now I’m hiding in here.” Fenrys was frowning more and more the longer the woman on the phone talked. “I found your number on the wall and I thought, ‘why not?’ but I was also hoping for help. That guy I mentioned is really creepy and forward. I don’t want to go back out there.” Now that was worrying. Rowan was just about to tell her it would be alright, but Fenrys spoke first.

“Aelin? Is that you?” He knew mystery girl?

There was a gasp from the phone, “Fen? Does the dude whose number this is, does he have me on speaker?”

“Sorry Ace. But what were you saying about a guy?”

“Um, he kept trying to hand me drinks, quite forcefully. I think he put something in it but I didn’t drink it. I can’t find the others. I’m scared.” Oh dear gods. Fenrys was about to reply but Rowan didn’t let him.

“Aelin? My name’s Rowan and we’re going to come and get you okay? Don’t move.”

He could hear her let out a shaky breath. “Okay. Will you hurry, please?” Rowan let her know that they’d be there as fast as they could before hanging up. The others stood grabbing their jackets and slipping on their shoes. Connall grabbed the keys to his car.

“I’m not drinking so I’ll drive us.”

When they were all in the car Rowan leaned forward in the backseat, nudging Fenrys’ shoulder. “How do you know this girl?”

“I met her cousin, Aedion, in class the other week. She was waiting for him outside one day and she clapped me over the head when I asked if they were dating. Her tiny dark haired friend, Elide, couldn’t stop cackling.”

“Wait, Elide?” Rowan and Fenrys both swivelled to face Lorcan, both raising a brow at him.

“Yeah Elide, how do you know her?”

“I uh, I asked her on a date about a week ago. We’re going out tomorrow. You mean we’re on our way to help her bitch friend? That Aelin?” This just kept getting better and better. However, Rowan didn’t like that ‘bitch’ comment for some reason. She seemed lovely on the phone.

“You may think her a bitch Lorcan, but would you honestly leave her there for that creep to find?” He said it with a little heat in his voice. Lorcan just shook his head.

“Of course not, and if he’s there when we get to her, I’m going to teach him a lesson or two.”

Good, they could do it together.

oOoOo

Rowan and Fenrys were the ones to go into the club when they got there, heading straight for the men’s room. He still remembered the night Lorcan wrote his number on the wall, laughing as he did it saying, maybe someone will take that stick out of your ass, and replace it with their own. Rowan had smacked over the back of the head after, even though he too was laughing from all of the alcohol. All of his friends had somehow decided he was gay, because all of his dates never made it past the first. It was simply because he just didn’t think he and those women were compatible. Some of them never even asked about him, they just went on and on about themselves, or some didn’t appear to have a mind of their own. Always switching their opinions to what he liked and being overly affectionate way too early. So he stopped dating, hoping that one day, he find the right girl without trying. Maybe he’d meet her in a coffee shop, or in line at a movie.

Or maybe saving her from a creepy guy at a club, his mind unhelpfully provided him.

There were many drunken men and women stumbling about the place, pushing up against him constantly. He narrowly avoided some girl vomiting on his fucking feet just as they made it to the toilet door. Fenrys entered first, Rowan just behind him and they were met with the sound of shouting and a quiet sobbing. A man was stood outside one of the stalls, banging his fists against it saying, “Come on lass, you can’t hide from me forever.” The man’s voice was slurred and he looked as though he was a few seconds away from kicking the door down. There was another whimper from inside the stall and Rowan called out, “Aelin? Is that you? It’s Rowan.”

“Please, please, please get him out!” Rowan saw red at how scared she sounded, turning towards the extremely drunk idiot. Fenrys jumped in before him and grabbed the man’s shirt in both fists, slamming him against the wall with all of the force he could manage.

“Fuck off! She’s fine, she’s with me.”

Fenrys laughed without humour. “Yeah, she’s just pleading for help because you’re so nice. Who the fuck do you think you are, attacking women like this.”

The man scoffed, trying and failing, to push Fenrys off of him. “She’s been begging for it all night, now she’s just being a little bitch.” Rowan’s friend pulled back and punched him, watched him sputter and groan for a few moments before slamming him against the wall again. He took that moment to gently tap on the stall door.

“Aelin, you can come out now. It’s alright.” The lock clicked open and the door widened slowly, revealing the most beautiful woman Rowan had ever seen, his breath catching in his throat. Her hair was long and almost golden in the lights, her eyes were a blue with gold flecks, and he could get lost in them forever. All of the feelings he couldn’t quite place, soon morphed back into anger when he noticed her trembling bottom lip and mascara running down her cheeks from where she’d been crying.

“R-rowan?” She whispered it and all he could do was nod. Aelin threw herself at him, burying her head in his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. He put his arms around her too, slowly enough that she could stop him if she wanted. He could tell she was crying again from the way her body shook in his arms. Rowan rubbed a hand up and down her back, leaning in to mumble soothing words in her ears. Fenrys turned to look at them, eyes narrowing when he saw the state his friend was in. He looked up and met Rowan’s gaze.

“Take her out to the car. We’ll take her back to yours for the night.” Rowan didn’t know how much of a good idea that was, considering Aelin didn’t really know them that well, but he didn’t want to let her go for some reason. The circumstances were horrible yes, but she just felt so right in his arms, fit so perfectly. He nodded at Fenrys, pulling on Aelin to lead her out of the room, turning his head back when his friend called out again, just as he reached the door. “Oh and Rowan?”

“Yeah Fen?”

“Send Lorcan in, would you?”

Oh, with pleasure.

oOoOo

On the drive back to Rowan’s dorm, Aelin stayed with him in the back, along with Fenrys who had swapped with Lorcan. It was about fifteen maybe twenty minutes after Rowan had got Aelin outside when the two finally came out of the club, both with very damaged knuckles. He didn’t ask much but apparently the guy had a bunch of drugs on him, all in small tablets that dissolved in drinks. Rowan didn’t need to know anymore than that to know what the man was planning to do. Aelin had refused to sit up so she was laying with her head on Rowan’s lap, staring up at him with wide, curious eyes. Her bare feet were in Fenrys’ lap after kicking her heels off, but he didn’t seem bothered by it, had just laughed when she did. Rowan didn’t like the little pang in his chest at their interactions.

There was a tap to his nose before a finger started trailing the lines of his face. He only raised a brow at Aelin but didn’t tell her to stop. She moved one of his hands in to her hair and bent his fingers a little and he chuckled, taking that to mean she wanted him to play with it. Just as his fingers started running through the soft curls, scratching at her scalp, Aelin said with a small groan, “You’re very pretty. You have pretty eyes, they’re so green.”

“Yeah?”

“Yup,” she made a little popping sound on the ‘p’, “and very pouty lips. Very kissable. And gods your hair.” Lorcan made a gagging sound from the passenger seat and Aelin smirked, obviously knowing what she was doing. Rowan leaned down so he could whisper in her ear.

“Your lips look very kissable too, Aelin.” She giggled as he leaned back.

“Tell me when I’m sober and I just might let you kiss them.” She winked at him and Rowan couldn’t help but smile widely at her.

“I don’t just randomly kiss girls you know,” her face dropped slightly so he continued, “I like to at least take them to coffee first.” Her grin came back in full force, lashes fluttering against her cheek when his fingers tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

Rowan bopped her nose just as she had done to him.

“You better.”

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Should be able to give you the rest of your prompts but slowly, as I said they all have to be rewritten:))

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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter

☽ ☼ ☾

six years ago.

“I so am not going,” Elide shouted, gripping the slats of her headboard as her roommate pulled on her ankles. “I was at the shop all day, I’m tired.”

“Elide Lochan, get your bodacious bod out of bed and into something spooky,” Aelin commanded, bracing a high-heeled foot against the sideboard. “Get. Up. Now.” Elide groaned and flipped onto her back, blowing her bangs up with a huffed breath. They glared at each other, neither backing down. Aelin clicked her tongue, “Come on, it’s Samhain!”

“All the more reason not to go,” the dark haired girl said, crossing her arms across her chest. “It’s the sabbath - I will not go to your blasphemous boyfriend’s blasphemous party.”

“You know you love Ro-Ro. And c’mon,” Aelin whined, not above stomping her foot like a petulant child, “it’ll be fun!”

She sighed loudly and flicked her eyes upwards, “Fine. I’ll go.” Elide pushed herself to sitting and stood up. Aelin clapped her hands and collapsed onto the mattress as Elide slunk to her closet and flung the doors open. “I think… goth Barbie. Yes, no?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” her friend agreed, lounging about as Elide perused her wardrobe.

First, she pulled out her patch jeans. Not tonight. She looked at a corset dress and hummed, her head tilted to the side, “Maybe…” Elide unhooked a PVC pencil skirt and spun to Aelin, “Thoughts?”

Aelin propped herself up on her elbows, her brilliant eyes narrowed in scrutiny, “Ooh, with your new corset and the red top with the sleeves?” She made a vague gesture to represent the long sleeves. “Oh, wait, let me get you some shoes. I have the perfect boots.” Her long hair was a flash of gold as she launched herself up and out of Elide’s room.

Elide tossed her outfit onto her now vacated bed and sat at her vanity, fluffing her layered pixie-shag hair cut. She plugged in her hair straightener and as she waited for it to heat, she started on her make-up.

When the door was slammed open, Elide held her finger up. She filled in her wicked sharp eyeliner and used the tip of her ring finger to smudge some along her lower lash line. Then she stood up and turned, eyes landing on the red patent leather ankle boots. “Are those them?”

“Mm-hmm, how perfect are they,” Aelin asked, passing them to Elide. “I’ve been meaning to give these to you - they’re too small for me.”

“Ae, these are gorgeous,” Elide gushed, picking one up and running her fingers over it. “They’re beautiful, are you sure?” She hugged it to her chest, softly petting it.

Brilliant laughter spilled from Aelin’s glossy lips, “Yes, take them, please. I never wear them, I only bought them ‘cause they were, like, seventy-five percent off.”

“Oh, I love love love you,” Elide sang. She picked up her phone and opened her music, choosing a playlist at random. Her hips swayed to the bouncing beat of I’m Gonna Love You Too and Aelin laughed, singing along and dancing around.

Elide picked up her straightening iron and held it like a microphone, dramatically reaching towards her roommate, “You’re gonna say you’ve a-missed me, you’re gonna say you’ll a-kiss me…”

“Yes, you’re gonna say you’ll a-love me, ‘cause I’m a-gonna love you too,” Aelin sang, shimmying her shoulders.

Elide sat and hummed as she revamped her layers, curling them upwards into horn-like wisps. She clicked the straightener off and stood up, laughing and joking with Aelin as she got dressed. Once the underbust corset belt was snug and tied, Elide zipped her skirt up and smoothed any fussy wrinkles away. She twirled and popped her hand on her hip, “Well?”

Aelin studied her. Then she stood up and plucked the toy tiara Elide had once used in a costume and put it on her head. “There.”

Elide turned around and looked at herself in the mirror, fixing the tiara. “And now?”

“Be still, my foolish heart,” Aelin proclaimed, tapping her hand over her chest in an imitation of her beating heart. “You look absolutely ravishing, darling girl.”

Elide smiled and held her hand out, “Shall we? It’d be rude of the host’s girlfriend to be late.”

Aelin slung her arm around Elide’s waist and pulled her towards the door, “I thought I told you already, I’m never late. Everyone else is simply early.”

“Oh, yes, how could I have forgotten?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea, Elide,” she sniffed, primly turning her nose up. “Everyone should listen to what I say all the time. How else will the world turn round right?”

“You are my favourite person in the world, golden girl,” Elide laughed.

“I better be, I put a roof over your head and booze in your stomach.”

Elide laughed again and unscrewed the lid off the vodka bottle, pouring them both generous shots in the bottom of two random glasses. She passed Aelin hers and lofted her own, “To…?”

“Being, young, wicked smart, fucking hot and having zero responsibilities!”

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As he walked up the pathway to the creaking, booming house, he could feel countless sets of eyes burning into him. He rolled his shoulders and resisted the urge to glare at those staring. Honestly, he should’ve been used to it by now. It was either his height, his hip-length hair in a loose braid, or his… aggressive wardrobe.

Fenrys, the little shit, told him it was because of the frown on his face, but Lorcan didn’t believe him. He never had a shortage of offers, from whomever he so wanted and so chose. He thought it was because people considered him to be a challenge, a lost and wandering soul to tether.

Lorcan was just genuinely disinterested. That twelfth grade pipsqueak didn’t know what he was talking about. Lorcan regretted the day he ever agreed to let the high schooler’s band play a show at the club. The boy fell in love every single day with a new person.

Almost as if he had summoned him, someone familiar crashed into his back, lanky legs wrapping around his torso and reedy arms locking around his neck. Lorcan groaned and shook the kid off, “Fen, fuck off. Go home, you have school tomorrow.”

The dark-skinned boy hopped around to face him, a maniacal grin splitting his face in two, “No, sir, I got a pro-D day tomorrow. I’m up all night, all night, boy!” Fenrys howled and Lorcan shook his head at him, muttering something rude. Fenrys slung his arm around Lorcan’s waist, “Say, what are you doing here, Lor? I didn’t think the law students let anarchists in their fêtes, as it were.”

“See, my plan is to stay until they toss me out on my ass. I think I’m pretty unnoticeable, yeah?”

Fenrys laughed and slapped Lorcan’s back, over his patch jacket, “Yeah, thank the gods that you don’t have a huge red ‘A’ on the back of your coat or whatever.” Lorcan snorted. “I mean, you’re not all master of disguise like me.”

Lorcan eyed the spikes Fenrys had styled his kinky, dense hair into and chose not to comment. “How was your show tonight?”

“Dude!” Fenrys shouted, “It was crazy. I thought my arms would fall off.”

The boy started imitating playing the drums, violently, and Lorcan shook his head, “Come on, kid, let’s go.” He slung his arm across Fenrys’ shoulders and steered the drummer into the kitchen. Under the lights, Lorcan saw a flash of silver-blond hair, “Look, there’s Rowan, go talk to him.”

“Yo, Whitethorn,” Fenrys yelled, his hands cupped around his mouth. Lorcan rubbed his eyes, muttering something. Rowan turned around and smiled, lifting his hand to wave. He grabbed something and made his way over to them.

“Hey, man,” Lorcan said.

“Hey, guys, thanks for coming,” Rowan said, passing Lorcan a can of beer. “You just get here?”

“Yeah,” Lorcan said, “I had some stuff for class and Fen had a show.”

Rowan nodded, “Oh, you know what, you should tell me when your next show is so I can come.” He looked so eager, so earnest, Lorcan almost felt bad for him.

Fenrys roared with laughter and cuffed Rowan’s shoulder, “That’s fuckin’ funny, man, I’m going to go see if I can find Ashryver.” He departed, his head bopping to the beat of the music.

Rowan turned to Lorcan, his brows furrowed, “Funny? Why?”

Lorcan pressed his lips together to avoid smiling, “I think that Fenrys is saying that his music… it isn’t really your style, ya dig? It’s very nice of you to support him, but c’mon, Rowan. You went to one show last year and were scared to touch anything. Now we have to go find Fen ‘cause I’m not dropping him off at home wasted again. Emrys will beat me to death and cook me.”

His silver-haired friend laughed and they walked to where they could see Fenrys’ bleached-blond liberty spikes sticking above everyone else’s head. He was standing at one end of a ping-pong table, opposite two stunning women. The dark-haired one caught Lorcan’s eye and he stared for a moment, trying to figure out where he recognised her from.

“Salvaterre, do you want to keep drooling over my little sister or do you want to play?”

“I hope you choke to death on Rowan’s dick, Ash,” Lorcan replied evenly. He didn’t turn his gaze from the girl, who stared back at him, her eyes brazenly surveying him. Lorcan saw the challenge in her eye melt into heated appreciation. He ducked his head to hide his barely-there grin from Aelin’s hawkish glare and bounced a ping-pong ball off the table, “Are we playing or do you just want to keep guarding your sister’s virginity for eternity?”

The woman standing next to Aelin cackled with delight and leaned over the table, “It’s a little too late for that, but it gives her a sense of purpose now. I’m Elide, if you ever want to stop referring to me as ‘Aelin’s little sister’.”

He laughed quietly, “It’s nice to meet you, Elide. I’m Lorcan, this is Fenrys,” he gestured to the boy next to him. Fenrys gave her a toothy grin and a two-fingered salute. “So, are we playing or what?”

“That sounds like a challenge, Lorcan,” Elide mused. Lorcan arched a brow and slowly looked her up and down. The black skirt she wore clung to her sinful curves and the corset cinched her waist tightly. Against her pale complexion, the blood red, long sleeve top she wore made an alluring and tempting contrast, matching her crimson-painted lips.

“Maybe it is,” he countered, tilting his head to the side.

Her eyes sparkled with something and she kissed the ping-pong ball before tossing it. It soared in a perfect arch and landed directly in the cup nearest to him. Lorcan’s brows raised and Elide laughed a delicate, smokey and sultry sound, “I like a challenge.”

☽ ☼ ☾

“Come with me,” Elide said, holding her hand out expectantly.

Lorcan looked between her outstretched hand and her face warily, “Where to?”

“The kitchen,” she said, waving her fingers, “c’mon, my drink is empty.”

He stood and let her pull her behind him, laughing under his breath at her cockiness. Lorcan drained the last of his drink and tapped it against his bottom lip. “Where do I know you from? I feel like I’ve met you before.”

She turned and walked backwards, their joined hands hanging between them, “Hmmm… I don’t know. I go to the Vaults a lot, maybe I’ve seen you there?” she asked, referencing the local punk club near the university. Elide gave him a cheeky once-over, “You seem to be of that… persuasion.”

“As do you,” Lorcan replied, nodding his chin towards her layered, wisp-filled pixie cut. “Very Twilight of you, I must say, princess.” He reached out and flicked her tiara.

As they arrived at the kitchen, Elide dropped his hand and hopped up onto the counter beside the collection of various bottles of alcohol. His hand tingled at the loss of contact and he squeezed his fingers into a fist. “I love me some Alice Cullen. She was my queer awakening.”

“Ah, mine was Heath Ledger,” he replied back, smug. Lorcan grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured a long, long shot into his cup. Then he got a can of Coke from the ice filled cooler and poured that to the rim. Elide chuckled when he bent to sip in case of a spill.

Lorcan pushed his hair back as he stood back up and watched her pour a sickeningly green liquor into her cup. “Damn, that’s… green, shit, Lochan.”

“Yeah, I like my tongue spooky colours,” she said with a shrug, putting the green one down and drowning it in vodka and Sprite. “Don’t you?”

He laughed, “Maybe. What kind of spooky are you talking about?”

Elide hummed coyly, taking a sip of her, indeed, spooky drink, “All kinds of freaky shit.” She patted his arm, “So, if you live with Ro, why do I never see you?”

“Oh, I’m- I’m a photographer so I’m not home much,” he said, drinking from his cup. “I go to a lot of concerts and stuff.” Lorcan leaned against the counter opposite her and lifted his leg to kick her foot. “So what do you do, hmm? Are you in the art program?”

Elide tilted her head to the side, “Well, I was. I dropped out first year for a tattoo apprenticeship and I’ve been doing that for a few years,” she said, scrunching her nose up.

“Y’know what, I think we had a class together first year. I think I… spilt coffee on your drawing.”

Her eyes lit with recognition, “Oh my gods, yes! I so remember you, I was so mad about that.”

He ducked his head, “I’m real sorry about that.” A lopsided grin spread across his lips and he looked up, “So, where are you apprenticing?”

“The Omega on Main street, you know it? Run by Blackbeaks, exclusively?”

“Holy fuck, yes. I’m getting a tattoo there next week,” Lorcan said, his eyes wide. “Their tattoos are… amazing. It’s fucking art work.”

“I know! You know, if you know what you’re getting, I might’ve worked on it.”

“I’m getting an old school, traditional style raven on my chest,” Lorcan said, gesturing from shoulder to shoulder and down his sternum. “I got one of the freaky twins. Fallon, I think.”

Elide nodded, “Fallon is amazing. She’s actually hilarious when you’re with her one on one. She likes Enya and has her on her tattooing playlist, so prepare for that.” She hopped off the counter and hooked her finger in his belt loop. Elide pulled him, once again, and guided him towards a couch. They sat down, Elide’s legs haphazardly strewn across his lap. Lorcan’s hand splayed above her knee and he toyed with a rip in her tights.

Lorcan rested his chin on her shoulder and bumped his nose into her jaw, “So, what’s your Samhain declaration?”

She leaned backwards and regarded him seductively, “Hmm… to new things and new… people.”

Lorcan lifted his cup and said: “To new things and new… people.”

☽ ☼ ☾

Lorcan wrangled Fenrys, “Boyo, come on. I gotta get you home.” He sighed and tossed the bony boy over his shoulder.

Elide shrugged on her faux-fur coat - white with black hearts - and laughed at the sight as she fluffed her hair, “Aww, you take good care of your baby. Look at the little guy.”

He grinned and leaned against the porch column. “He sure is a champ in the morning. So perky,” Lorcan slapped Fenrys’ ass and chuckled when Fenrys whined, drowsily mumbling a protest.

She giggled tipsily and walked out, impressively straight given how much vodka she’d consumed. “I’m a Blackbeak, bitch. We bleed vodka,” Elide said, pronouncing the last word with the accent of her mother.

“Oh, shit,” Lorcan mumbled, “I didn’t mean to say that outloud. Whoopsies.”

Elide laughed and patted his cheek before she leaned in and kissed his face, “Goodnight, my darling.”

He laughed, the sound slightly choked, “G’night, princess.”

She clicked her tongue and walked down the steps, going to the cab she’d called. “Give Fenny Poo some meds and water and don’t call me ‘princess’!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t call me that either!”

“As you wish, princess.”

She scoffed and held her middle finger up high, “I loathe your existence, Salvaterre!”

“Oh, don’t be mean to me, please, gorgeous, I’ll fall in love with you,” he crooned, smiling wildly.

In retrospect, it hadn’t seemed so likely.

☽ ☼ ☾

an: i luv them 🥺couple notes: - aelin & rowan r three years older than elide & lorcan, fenrys is in twelfth grade ! - lorcan is anarcho-punk and elide is riot grrrl !

songs played in chapter: (by order of appearance) 1. I'm Gonna Love You Too - Blondie (cover of original by buddy holly)

@mythicaitt @werewolffprince @schmlip-scribble @the-regal-warrior @ladyverena @ttakeitbacknoww @shyvioletcat @alifletcher2012 @tswaney17 @ourbooksuniverse @flora-and-fae @thesirenwashere @queenofxhearts @maastrash @mynewdreamwasyou @cursebreaker29 @empress-ofbloodshed @b00kworm @hizqueen4life @silversprings98 @amren-courtofdreams @minaidss @superspiritfestival @sanakapoor @ireallyshouldsleeprn @spyofthenightcourt @thegoddessofyou @more-espresso-less-depresso-xx @claralady @neonhellas @darlinminds @readingismyonlyhobby @autophobiaxx @silversprings28 @myshadowsingeraz @aelinfeyreeleven945tbln @elriel4life @always-in-a-daydream @jlinez @ladywitchling @mariamuses @darklesmylove @adelzd-bookblr

#star-crossed & moon drunk #sc&md chapter two #elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #stella luna salvaterre lochan #isa writes #nalgenewhore

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impossibletruths · 3 years

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here's a free space to do the fandom ask meme for a fandom of your choice!

gonna kick a hornet’s nest and go with dragon age yikes

the first character i ever fell in love with: it was cassandra pentaghast! I played inquisition first and was HEARTBROKEN when I couldn’t romance her with my f!inquisitor a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: anders rip a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: celene/briala honestly yikes @ bi0ware for putting their lore in bonus material my ultimate favorite character™: quite possibly merrill actually. also I really like the advisors. and morrigan!!!! and dorian!!!! I like so many of them prettiest character: SCOUT HARDING she is so pretty also dorian my most hated character: oooooooooooh hmmmmmmm heck. for sure it’s a bunch of random NPCs whose quests I hate and whose dialogue isn’t worth sitting through. also maybe Kirkwall’s leadership rip. probably others but I cannot think of them. grand cleric elthina?? my OTP: my PCs and their LIs <3 also fen/hawke in general my NOTP: I don’t like the f!hawke/anders romance favorite episode quest: In Your Heart Shall Burn saddest death: whoever gets left in the fade but especially warden!alistair favorite season: DA2 is the best game but I like Inquisition the most least favorite season: Origins (sorry origins) character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: anders haha my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: like every single companion they’re all hot messes (except you merril you’re an angel and we’re glad you’re here). my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: COLE (cole is also exempt from the hot mess list) my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: eh my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: most of the PC/LI ships, adoribull, leliana/cassandra or leli/josie or leli/morrigan (you see where I’m going with this)

#actually I don't think any of these opinions are too egregious #it's more about the characters I Do like #me: thinks about my warden/hawke/inquisitor and their partner #me: is content #ask memeing #adamsveins

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nabrizoya · 4 years

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TLH; theories, expectations and hopes.

Kinda want to talk about downworlder appearances here. A little more than a long post.

» 2. Downworld Denizens.

note: to all those who haven’t yet read TDA, GOTSM etc. (because ik a few who haven’t read them yet) this post is not for you.

TL;DR this post talks about the proportion (no math here) of downworlder appearances in each of the series and novellas we have read. The Bane Chronicles not included.

For understanding’s sake, I’ll divide the downworld as the shadow market does. Into four major segments: warlocks, faeries (with sub-divisions), vampires and werewolves. While we do see other groups of non-shadowhunters and mundanes like the irfits, the djinns, the kelpies, sprites and wights, the mermaids, witches etc. we haven’t seen much of them be a major part of the plot as the above mentioned four do.

That being cleared, let’s start series wise.

▸ In The Mortal Instruments, we saw all the four interact. More than interact, actually. Every one of them played a major role in turning the series around.

Vampires, we know what Simon Lewis, Raphael and Lily did. What antagonists Camille Belcourt and Maureen did and how they shaped the series.

Werewolf packs, there were revolutions and the emergence of newer and stronger packs.

Warlocks, Magnus Bane, of course, but Ragnor played a part in the first trilogy and we saw Catarina’s abilities in the later half. Tessa was briefly mentioned and the timeline added up by the time COHF ended.

In TMI, the Seelie Court entirely turned the tables while TDA picked up the thread from its counterpart, the Unseelie Court. Mark was taken away by the wild hunt which sets the precedent to TDA.

And, The End.

[It’s been two years since I’ve read TMI and I barely remember things from it. All those I do remember is from vague readings that I did from wikia or see Dani’s rereading posts. There are inaccuracies here, but the jist remains the same.]

▸ Walk over to The Infernal Devices.

Magnus Bane was a crucial character in the series, with a random appearance from Ragnor Fell. We saw Mortmain’s parents too, the warlocks whose deaths Mortmain wanted to avenge. Tessa is not a major warlock character. She’s the protag.

The Dark Sisters, a pair of witches, who unethically and literally shaped Tessa because she possessed the ability to shape-shift.

Vampires, Alexie deQuincy, the guy in association with the Pandemonium, the club that Mortmain ran. Camille orchestrated the attack on him besides being a side character.

Werewolves; we saw them both attack and defend Will Herondale on his way to Cadair Idris. Woolsey Scott was the head.

And that’s pretty much where downworlder appearance subsides. No mention of faeries.

▸ On to The Dark Artifices now.

Faeries played a MAJOR role in the events of TDA, which makes sense because the Cold Peace greatly influenced the beginning of the series.

Mark’s return and the eventual discovery of the alliance that Malcolm had with that dude, [for real, I actually forgot his name and I can’t remember or be bothered enough to look it up], who used Mark and Kieran as their pawns to get what they wanted.

The Unseelie King is dead, the Seelie Queen yeed her last haw and we saw the whole business with the first heir, that took its origins from Ghosts of the Shadow Market.

Oh, not to forget the ruthless Riders of Mannan.

And Thule, but we don’t talk about that here.

Vampires, well, only Nightshade and his drugs.

Werewolves, nope. None at all.

Warlocks, yesss, what with the warlock fever and such. The major warlocks we noted are Magnus, Shade Fell, Tessa and, of course, Malcolm Fade.

Hypatia Vex and Barnabas Hale also were instrumental to the plot since they detailed the tensions of the market. There’s sourness that we saw between Magnus and Hypatia, which should hint towards something.

▸ Going forth with the Novellas, in Tales From the Shadowhunter Academy, we saw each one of them be mentioned to connect the dots between TMI and TDA and then draw the strings from TID.

We noted the Uprising and the news of Lucian’s turning in the werewolf part.

Vampires, I don’t think there was any mention of them at all.

Warlocks, we saw our little Max Bluebell, Magnus and Alec as a family. Tessa is a warlock who has settled with her and our long lost love, Jem Carstairs.

Faeries, now, aah, Helen’s inhumane exile, Andrew and Arthur’s torture in the Land Under the Hill, Lady Nerissa, the brief Wild Hunt stunt when Simon got imprisoned and Mark Blackthorn *sob* etc.

▸ Ghosts of the Shadow Market:

Faeries, yet again, who, out of their spite, destroyed Matthew Fairchild’s life and we don’t how much more detrimental it is going to be ahaha pain my old fren, they harmed Jem too along with Rosemary Herondale, almost killed Tessa etc.

Vampires, still none. But we did get to see Raphael and Lily’s interactions (The Son of Dawn) and Lily’s past (The Land I Lost).

Warlocks, yes Tessa! Malcolm Fade and the weird book he was looking for in Every Exquisite Thing. (👀) Catarina Loss and her excellent healing prowess. Leopolda and her stains. Yeah, nothing more.

Werewolves, oh yes Mr. Scott, who helped end Leopolda Stain’s plans. And oh, the smuggling of yin-fen ofc in The Son of Dawn, and the kind werewolves who helped Alec, Lily, Tessa and Jem in The Land I Lost.

That’s pretty much it.

The real requirement that the post will satisfy is to see how each of them will make an appearance in The Last Hours.

Warlocks:

Magnus will not play a major role (nor do I want him to which I will explain in a further post).

Tessa is minimally using her warlock magic. You know, for the smallest of things like some healing powers, lighting a candle with magic. The small stuff. She will, also, play a major role in defeating Belial because she is Belial’s daughter though currently, she is choosing to not use her demonic powers.

Hypatia Vex is rumoured to be Magnus’ girlfriend? But I’d also like to see her as the authority of Hell Ruelle. Let’s not reduce her to being a simple love interest please.

Malcolm Fade.

I’d also like to see Catarina please Miss Clare, make it happen. 🥺

Land Under the Hill:

Faeries shall certainly make an appearance. But most of all, they’ll be more inclined to destroy the Herondale lineage. The same happened with Matthew (as we found out in The Land I Lost from Auraline’s guardian): to end the Herondales.

There is a snippet in COI wikia where Cordelia freezes when a faerie tells her not to marry a man who does not love her. I’m ready to believe this is Mother Hawthorn, Auraline’s guardian.

There are also theories that Grace is Nene. Which is a possibility, and if it is true, we can see another faerie plotline.

I’m grasping at straws at this point but,,, Jesse speaking about the Land Under the Hill when he first meets Lucie will probably mean something? This is not my strongest bet, because in Chapter 3, the idea is diminished. Jesse tells Lucie that shadowhunters know about faerie traps too. But, just in case, some food for thought.

Vampires & Werewolves:

Vampires and Werewolves WILL play an important role in shaping the series here. With little to no involvement of theirs in TID (and TDA), it is a heavy possibility.

The series took off with Elias’ punishment for being the person responsible for the deaths of werewolves in Idris. This will come back and bite the families, I’m sure.

There are theories Matthew might be stripped of his marks to either become a vampire or a werewolf. Strong bets, but I hope not. (is this how werewolves will take their revenge? who knows).

Woolsey Scott and Camille Belcourt are set to make an appearance and we do not know why.

Pandemonium is coming back too, lads and ladies and everybody else.

Lily Chen is already present and she is set to become friends, or at least acquaintances, with Camille because they spend the 1920s together.

Cordelia is going to save Lily and I cannot wait for it. 🥺

And, the end.

This will also lead more towards the building up of The Wicked Powers too.

. . .

One last warlock to talk more about is Malcolm Fade.

Around the timeline of TLH, he has a connection with the Blackthorns and for the most part, is trusted by Magnus and Ragnor as a good and virtuous man. I should believe he was, until the truth is dug out, either in 1903/04, or sometime before 1936 when Jem inquires with Sister Emilia about Annabel Blackthorn.

As per the information from TDA, Malcolm already was associated with the Unseelie King in the early 1800s, before the Accords that granted peace between downworlders and shadowhunters. He took the Black Volume of the Dead, though he is not possession of it. Yet.

Let me give you map of MF connections (mf connections lmao):

Blackthorns

Necromancy

Black Volume of the Dead

Warlock Magic aka Portals and Death Magic

Cornwall Gardens and Institute

Avenging to vengeance

Shadow Markets

Sisterhood

... This will then lead us to more interesting theories. Cassie did mention in one of her asks/answers that Malcolm is going to be a major character in this series. And you bet I’m making a theory about this too.

That concludes the post. That’s it. If you’ve managed to read this entirety, you’re either too excellent or you’re just as jobless as me. Either way, here’s your reward for bearing with me. Trust me, you won’t regret opening it.

#malcolm fade #magnus bane #tessa gray #jem carstairs #will herondale #the mortal instruments #the infernal devices #the dark artifices #the last hours #tales from the shadowhunter academy #ghosts of the shadow market #tsc #q #theories #tlh theories

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elibeeline · 4 years

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Good Natured - Part 2

(Part 1 has had some attention so I'm feeling pretty fab about posting part 2! Enjoy, sweet children, ily 💖🧡)

Fen nor Jaskier are awake when I set the shop up. The butcher comes in like he does every morning for me to sharpen his knife, and I guess the loudness woke them up because they're both now sat by my forge with a bowl of porridge each.

Fen seems to have forgotten about my secret, so the weight lifts slightly off my chest.

Then Geralt comes in with his swords in hand. The sight of them gets my heart racing once again, I can't deny a graceful sword when I see one, but this time I keep it at 99% by reminding myself of how horrified Fen was.

Geralt places the two on my table and I pick up the silver sword.

"How is it so light?" I ask with amazement, spinning in my hand.

The Witcher smiles. "It was made by the best blacksmith I know."

I run my finger across the blade. "Fantastic…" I whisper. "How long have you had it? It's really well kept."

"The silver? Five years. I've had the steel for nearly ten."

My jaw drops. The craftsmanship is spectacular.

Fen chuckles. "Shall we all give you some time alone?"

I grin and look Geralt in the eye. "I'll sharpen them for free if we can duel. I need to know how you use it."

"I wouldn't want to hurt you for no reason, so I'll use the steel."

Does he know? Silver is painful, I always use thick gloves when I work with it. How does he know? Did he see? Could he have smelt it? I didn't change too far away from him, he probably saw. Did some tell him? Does somebody else know? Is that why he's here? Has he come to kill me? Have I made a mistake by asking him to duel with me?

No.

He said he won't use silver. He doesn't want me dead.

"Are you coming?" He asks, at the door to leave.

I grin and pick up my favourite sword, a carbon steel and nickel longsword, from under my desk. It's literally made with my blood, sweat, and tears, it's basically my child. I even named it! Her name is Aurais.

I follow him to the field and Fen and Jaskier follow behind. Fen matches my grin, he knows how much I love a sword fight, and with a Witcher?

His look of horror last night keeps me at bay, keeps me at 99%.

Geralt holds up his sword and I do too. Metal clinks against metal, and before I know it it's like we're dancing. Spinning around and bringing our swords close to each other's throats, feet never still until I have him pinned beneath me.

My grin never fell, not even as I struggle to catch my breath after. Fen aids me to sit on top of the tree stump he and Jaskier had taken to. "That was amazing, Ez." He grins. "Let's get back."

"Actually, you guys go on ahead, I'll sit here for a bit." I tell him. "Bring my tools to the bench for me?"

He frowns with concern but nods anyway. "I'll pour you some water to have when you get back."

"Thank you, Fen."

They leave, and once they're out of sight I place my hands on the oak wood beneath me. I inhale and watch as dark green veins spread from my fingertips to my forearms and I feel more relaxed and energised. Dad called this 'sapping', where I can take energy from plants to heal myself quickly.

I stand and make my way back to the shop to hear Fen raising his voice. "She doesn't like her display to be messed with, please put that back-"

"Who are you to tell me what to do, boy?" A new voice replies. "When someone comes pounding at my door at the early hours to tell me our local blacksmith has green hair and green skin around her eyes, I demand to find the truth!"

Someone must have seen. I should have been more careful, anyone could have been looking through one of the windows around us. This is it, he's going to take me away.

I run inside to see the mayor handling one of my daggers and Fen attempting to control the situation. "Ah! The witch herself. Were you ever going to tell anyone we have a monster around us?" The mayor asks.

"Please, I was with her all night! We were at the bar, then we walked home." Fen tries. "I mean, we spoke to Geralt here briefly, but we went straight home."

The mayor looks at Geralt for confirmation, and receives a nod. "She was drunk, yes, but not in any state of witchcraft."

"And I saw her after she got home. Nothing witchy, just tired." Jaskier adds.

"The streetlight probably made the bags under my eyes look green." I point out. "And there was food being thrown in the pub, there was probably something green in my hair."

The mayor scowls and picks up Geralt's silver sword. "Then I'm sure you won't mind holding this silver."

I take it from him and feel it burn my bare palm, but I refuse for any pain to show through. If Geralt didn't know before, he does now. The faint smell of burning skin must be potent to him. "See? No supernatural in me." I tell the mayor, refusing to let the pain seep through.

He squints his eyes at me. I squint back. "Fine." He mumbles. "False alarm."

I wait until he leaves for me to put the sword back on the table, carefully so no one sees the burn on my palm, and turn to Fen. He's pale and shaking. "Are you okay?" I ask him.

"Sorry. Intruders scare me a little, since…" he glances between Geralt and Jaskier, then back to me. "Yeah. You know."

I nod. His parents died in a robbery a few months ago, just before I took him in. "Go and take a break." I smile gently.

He's upstairs in seconds, so I attempt a grin at Geralt and Jaskier to lighten the mood.

"I'd rather you'd both step back a little." I tell them, tying my apron. "Little slivers of metal can get everywhere. Go in the back room, maybe? Jaskier, you know the way."

Jaskier nods and leaves, but Geralt stays. "What are you?" He asks quietly.

I shrug and force a smile. "Not sure what you mean."

"Was that man telling the truth? You're a monster? You're something, you burned your hand."

"I'm something, but I'm not a monster." I hiss.

"So what are you?"

"I'm not sure."

He sits in a waiting chair on the other side of the room. "Maybe I can help you."

Witchers do know their supernatural beings. "Maybe. Not right now though." I mumble and get to work.

#the witcher netflix #not geraskier #geralt x original character #geralt of rivia x oc #fanfic #the witcher #slow burn

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hjbender · 5 years

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What if Loki had left little Fenrir with his father, a real wolf and shortly after he did that someone puts a basket with a letter and little pup Fen on the doorstep? Thor finds it, the letter explains that this is Loki's son. Thor and Loki have been in a relationship for some time but what happens when a freaking fluffy wolf baby is suddenly part of their family?

Awww this ask is so sweet. ♥ Here’s how I imagine it would go down:

Loki would be baffled and embarrassed and afraid that Thor is going to leave him because there’s no way he would understand why Loki had to transform into a wolf while Thor was away on business in another realm several weeks ago. (Basically, there was a sorcerer on Niflheim Loki wanted to spy on because he’d heard this mysterious mage had some pretty neat tricks that he never shared with anyone, and wolves happened to be his couriers. The only way Loki could get close to this sorcerer was to shapeshift into a wolf, and in order to prevent himself from getting torn to pieces by these big beasts, he decided to turn himself into a she-wolf in full estrus.)

He hadn’t planned to be accepted into the wolfpack (very friendly bunch they were, actually) and gain the attention of its alpha, nor did he expect anything would come from being mounted a few times, but two and a half months later, safe at home in Asgard, Loki spontaneously turned into a wolf in the palace library and whelped a single large pup.

Apparently that wasn’t gas he was feeling in his belly these past few weeks. Oh dear.

Terrified and eager to cover his blunder, he returned to Niflheim and left the pup in the company of its pack. Not long after, however, someone—probably that bloody Niflheim sorcerer—left the pup on the palace doorstep with a letter that explained, in so many words, that this wolf wasn’t like the others in his pack and he needed his meddling, nosy, shapeshifting strumpet of a mother to raise him properly.

Naturally, Loki was away when his illegitimate son was left at the front door, and Thor was the one who found him and read the letter.

He is absolutely ecstatic.

“A wolf-son!” he bellows, lifting the pup proudly. “Look at him, Loki! He has your eyes! Can we raise him together? Does he have a name? No? Then I shall call him Fenrir! Look at our boy, Loki! Isn’t he great?”

Loki is speechless. (And a little relieved, to be honest.)

Fenrir—aka Fen, aka Fenny, aka Son—becomes the apple of Thor’s eye. He and Loki wean him, take him hunting, housebreak him, give him a lovely gold and emerald collar to wear (he is the son of a prince, after all), and teach him lots of tricks. He’s very smart and playful, adores his parents, and sleeps in the bed with them.

Loki isn’t too happy about that. It makes getting intimate with Thor something of a challenge, and locking Fenrir outside the bedroom only causes him to howl and scratch and whine. And if the loving is really good and Loki cries out and screams and moans, Fenrir launches into a barking, foaming frenzy because he thinks his mother is being attacked and killed. Thor always lets Fenrir back into the room as soon as possible, patting his neck and assuring him that “Mother is fine, I didn’t kill him, see? Everything is alright.”

It still doesn’t solve the problem with all the hair in the bedsheets.

Of course, once Fenrir outgrows the whole bed, Loki longs for the days when shedding and chewed-up furniture were his biggest problems.

Fur babies. They grow up so fast. *sniff*

#ask bender #thorki #thunderfrost #hjbwrites #thorklet #fenrir #loki's children #fenriswulf #fenrisúlfr #shapeshifer loki #norse mythology #wolf loki #loki laufeyson #thor odinson #fur babies #accidental pregnancy #1600 and pregnant

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hamliet · 5 years

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Procrastination = ([TGCF + Scum Villain] + [MBTI + Enneagram])

Brought to you by procrastination on an actual meta and a crack fanfic I wanna write. and a semi-functioning brain after a Week TM personally and professionally.

I covered MDZS’s character personality types for the MBTI here and for the Enneagram here, and so now I really wanted to do both of these for the characters from Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System and TGCF. Except the thing is I have only read through 114 of TGCF (bless the translators) and there are still about 15 chapters left of Scum Villain, so because I feel like in an MXTX novel anything can happen to change my view of the characters and what they truly want (which is vital to the Enneagram), I’m only going to go with Enneagram for the main characters, but MBTI for everyone.

For the MBT introI: The Myers-Briggs Personality type is older than the Enneagram, and consists of sixteen types based on four different pairs of personality traits: Introversion vs. Extroversion; Sensing vs. Intuition, Feeling vs. Thinking, and Perceiving vs. Judging. To be clear, none of these categories are black and white–for example, all Feelers are capable of using logic, and Thinkers have feelings and care about people–but it’s a cool way of understanding personalities.

For the Ennagream intro: The Enneagram classifies people based on their motivations and their fears into nine basic “types,” and each type also comes with a “wing” to an adjacent type (in other words, someone who is Type 1 can have a 2 wing or a 9 wing, etc.) Each type also has “arrows” meant to depict that as they grow, they grow in the direction of another type, and as they grow more stressed, they disintegrate towards yet another type. There are also “levels” of health within each type (Basic descriptions are taken from the Enneagram Institute.)

Scum Villain

Shen QingQiu (Shen Yuan)-->INTJ, “The Architect”

With a natural thirst for knowledge that shows itself early in life, Architects are often given the title of “bookworm” as children... Architects enjoy sharing what they know as well, confident in their mastery of their chosen subjects, but they prefer to design and execute a brilliant plan within their field rather than share opinions on “uninteresting” distractions like gossip... Architects are simultaneously the most starry-eyed idealists and the bitterest of cynics, a seemingly impossible conflict. But this is because Architect personalities tend to believe that with effort, intelligence and consideration, nothing is impossible, while at the same time they believe that people are too lazy, short-sighted or self-serving to actually achieve those fantastic results.

This sounds an awful lot like how SQQ judges everyone in the story.

For the Enneagram, I’d say he’s a Type 5, “The Investigator.”

Basic Fear: Being useless, helpless, or incapable

Basic Desire: To be capable and competent

Key Motivations: Want to possess knowledge, to understand the environment, to have everything figured out as a way of defending the self from threats from the environment.

Specifically I’d say he’s a 5 with a 6 wing, “The Problem Solver.” A 6′s core desire is for safety and support.

Luo BingHe-->ESFJ “The Consul”

Consuls love to be of service, enjoying any role that allows them to participate in a meaningful way, so long as they know that they are valued and appreciated. This is especially apparent at home, and Consuls make loyal and devoted partners and parents. Consul personalities respect hierarchy, and do their best to position themselves with some authority, at home and at work, which allows them to keep things clear, stable and organized for everyone.

For the Ennagream, I’d say he’s a Type 3, “The Achiever.”

Basic Fear: Of being worthless

Basic Desire: To feel valuable and worthwhile

Key Motivations: Want to be affirmed, to distinguish themselves from others, to have attention, to be admired, and to impress others.

I think he’s also more likely a 3w4, “The Professional.” A 4 is motivated to find themselves and their significance in the world, and can be... moody.

Liu QingGe-->ISTJ “The Logistician”

Logistician personalities are no-nonsense, and when they’ve made a decision, they will relay the facts necessary to achieve their goal, expecting others to grasp the situation immediately and take action. Logisticians have little tolerance for indecisiveness, but lose patience even more quickly if their chosen course is challenged with impractical theories.

Ning YingYing-->ENFP, The Campaigner

The Campaigner personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike types in the Explorer Role group, Campaigners are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others.

Ming Fan-->ESTJ, “The Executive”

they expect their reliability and work ethic to be reciprocated – people with this personality type meet their promises, and if partners or subordinates jeopardize them through incompetence or laziness, or worse still, dishonesty, they do not hesitate to show their wrath.

Shang QingHua-->ISFP, “The Adventurer”

Hilariously this is the same type I think Nie HuaiSang is, and I think Shang is pretty likely an HuaiSang prototype.

Adventurers live in a colorful, sensual world, inspired by connections with people and ideas. These personalities take joy in reinterpreting these connections, reinventing and experimenting with both themselves and new perspectives.

Zu ZhiLang-->ISFJ, “The Defender”

The challenge for Defenders is ensuring that what they do is noticed. They have a tendency to underplay their accomplishments, and while their kindness is often respected, more cynical and selfish people are likely to take advantage of Defenders’ dedication and humbleness by pushing work onto them and then taking the credit. Defenders need to know when to say no and stand up for themselves if they are to maintain their confidence and enthusiasm.

While the story isn’t finished translation-wise, I feel like Snake Boy is likely an Enneagram 6, “The Loyalist,” but we shall see.

TGCF/Heaven Official’s Blessing

Xie Lian–>INFJ, “The Advocate”

it is most important for Advocates to remember to take care of themselves. The passion of their convictions is perfectly capable of carrying them past their breaking point and if their zeal gets out of hand, they can find themselves exhausted, unhealthy and stressed...

To Advocates, the world is a place full of inequity – but it doesn’t have to be.

For the Enneagram, he is a 2, “The Helper.”

Basic Fear: Of being unwanted, unworthy of being loved

Basic Desire: To feel loved

Key Motivations: Want to be loved, to express their feelings for others, to be needed and appreciated, to get others to respond to them, to vindicate their claims about themselves.

He’s likely a 2w3, “The Host.”

Hua Cheng–>ISFJ, “The Defender.”

Though sensitive, Defenders have excellent analytical abilities; though reserved, they have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships; and though they are generally a conservative type, Defenders are often receptive to change and new ideas. As with so many things, people with the Defender personality type are more than the sum of their parts, and it is the way they use these strengths that defines who they are.

For the Enneagram, I think he’s an 8, “The Challenger,” and specifically an 8w9, “The Bear.”

Basic Fear: Of being harmed or controlled by others

Basic Desire: To protect themselves (to be in control of their own life and destiny)

Key Motivations: Want to be self-reliant, to prove their strength and resist weakness, to be important in their world, to dominate the environment, and to stay in control of their situation.

A 9′s basic fear is of loss and separation, and their internal desires is for peace of mind.

Shi Qing Xuan–> ENFP, “The Campaigner.”

My fave baby.

they are perfectly capable of switching from a passionate, driven idealist in the workplace to that imaginative and enthusiastic free spirit on the dance floor, often with a suddenness that can surprise even their closest friends. Being in the mix also gives them a chance to connect emotionally with others, giving them cherished insight into what motivates their friends and colleagues. They believe that everyone should take the time to recognize and express their feelings, and their empathy and sociability make that a natural conversation topic.

Qi Rong–>ESFP, “The Entertainer”

Entertainers love the spotlight, and all the world’s a stage... they love putting on a show for their friends too, chatting with a unique and earthy wit, soaking up attention and making every outing feel a bit like a party. Utterly social, Entertainers enjoy the simplest things, and there’s no greater joy for them than just having fun with a good group of friends.

Mu Qing–>ISTJ, “The Logistician”

people with the Logistician personality type often prefer to work alone, or at least have their authority clearly established by hierarchy, where they can set and achieve their goals without debate or worry over other’s reliability.

Logisticians have sharp, fact-based minds, and prefer autonomy and self-sufficiency to reliance on someone or something. Dependency on others is often seen by Logisticians as a weakness, and their passion for duty, dependability and impeccable personal integrity forbid falling into such a trap.

Fen Xing–>ESFJ, “The Consul”

Consuls love to be of service, enjoying any role that allows them to participate in a meaningful way, so long as they know that they are valued and appreciated.

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libidomechanica · 8 months

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“Say, maiden; wilt buy and cold, and aching tomb”

A ballad sequence

First Stanza

Two happie wind of Hate; for what a horse’s song of the world his morn, rose-cheek’d Adonis is my boys, come through thou hast that mine eye they are two outcast men, light is most important think and quite that axelike edge of her sighs aloud:

find outcast men have I which the world of it, Florian, but this very prison-wall was they, but Lust, is to love still; with his scarlet coat, for my legs with Beauty, or the same, at once more amongst the long, broad break. Set thy well; but

Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, the earth which cunning him mulberries to Time. The islands flashing. Self-loving hands, sweet, but he was she, Blythe, blythe by the budding and die? The wife is mate; as yet will be a running leer, make strange it still

like milk and slept in their deep vermilion in a fool’s eye light insinuations; double April’s inmost sacredness called up and all in an hour the paine, of liuing the tips of that now despair for their brother. She, Blythe thunderbolt

hangs side a breathe and I took thy tears no tidings of my half-hidden roses; or the wife he seemeth drown’d, crooked upon her lips; and all because we were pretty one, sleep: the higher-seated her chase; hunting his Eyes, which brought, now

too much ado the parson, we’ll welcome planets: there one walking. Soothing it shall it lay as one smart. And I’ll steal away, come to the dear. Vanished, and all the walking to do, save him farewell, and Love lived under why should win my

breath breathe outlet the dawn: a beast: and coal-black cable. One saved me freedom and vaine. Say, maiden; wilt buy and cold, and aching tomb. Oh might star doth ouercome my day; who watcher’s eye did I wonder, to answering rose, smell of different.

Second Stanza

Chaplain would like Solitude’s. And our best of the fire? Old joys are danced in yon brilliant kids, frisk with me through and

by no others being crows the while heard by a window the child of my hand freesing fire, that thou should rule they are

you were two alone among the sun beats light—he strong. Ten kisses shore gazing eye, and rushes. My tongues, and direful,

on the world so glide in the regions which thou probably should stown a clapping sweet lips, and the Law that needst thou need

to overflow. For unto the shiver of his love: she through warp and dark fen the beetle, nor they are too rejoiced

in the broad but jest; yet pardon me I heard us? To hear the liv’d and worse that dare no battery. And dumplin

burning for fearing my arm, its music sees best can a young Eulalie unto a prison- cell or really ill ye

too, ’ said the dark disgrace, a gray city blocks the stars. Each simple semblance aside to new- found and six feet two, as

days are two doomed ships your own, ornament that every glass; yet pardon it. Are Holy June efforts quiet then?

Third Stanza

But woman laugh’d and strong, and rot, with that day. The out of Darkness numbered not the stroke of eight and dark confess—I

rail’d on his hands his acts made, did not need him shadow,—truth I must be light’s back’d breedeth loves that he proceeding died

but a kiss. He hums and small his song of you stripping sap, there is slain, round wept, and her for all it lay they passes,

and on every lights have felt the day. We passion double- lock ticking each day is light and direful warrior

famoused for she fair immortal open’d they explode inside its now, its halved pit unfleshed— what look, when he tries

to stifle beauty as I must set a bow and levels where the tips of hopes and his task, must be, i’m welcomes one’s

the bird, extinct color, you did trembling warmth to make an Eden of loue and all to whom a watched him his love, who

like a fiend in the great urns of life’s busy fools may be cool’d; else, we dreams and all is but dissemble, in a tree,

my cheek the pleasure too rejoinder— then to give three castles are mad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come try me. Sobbed, across

the Warders with gold; and now his lost against you, ’ said what helpless bright, and die let’s give him to seek: were a pitty.

Fourth Stanza

By all the colour’d tyranny of many cloud that truly, waking he love-sick Love drifting for three castles to

me, star kisse, and bowing the blinding of the road and saw, with thee, as she Death. Had they glides over the lake: till topple

to hold Thee just be at a mornin’ to me, and often fineness of this hundred thou were he bars the world,

what camouflaged tip into their cells, but now I may know; and might, and night, ’ quoth he hung the sweet seals in pain, which must

be flattered coat? In which I envy, that for the child, if good eawes be moved together, like my mate in peaceful

hour doth scratch, a patient range the eastern skies in the other silver moon: sleeping those fair my friends your fault clear to

vex the first of a nobleman of many heart; to love so long, thee on my love, ever a flatter the started

on high, love that love, and pass, you webs your unwelcome and pretence to live. I say, that the sparrows at the sky, and

one full of forget my plaidie, kissing wealth with listen and watched man—at seven generation: follows? The sparing

every strange above a life were summer brethren, youth is like turn laughtertyre grows nice; reads them were thickened beam, and

evenings, fanning the radiant and love unless this our guards my sweet! They were those. Snow, snow, his brother’s face is the tinsel

clinking grieued, but by thee now, even by night lone how should remember to heavenly fair, her feet. I probably

tried, and pouted in the welkin volleys out of sleep so swiftly filed, full many heart of Light! When he crouched a thousand

present has a shade out soliciting fill wine-red children and Earth into those eyes’ shrewd tutors. Never know

you’ll affords: while I listen, so leaves the circled and and sit, when in mine eyes are afraid; bids the town; found to save.

Fifth Stanza

—Blythe, blythest lass than the bright there. Is that eve, and by and never open. Just what is love? Are they sit, whene’er to

the empty place the leaves look on the griefes store, and protest the brought of silver moon: sleeping who should not love and

much loth to love best of dusty toiles of mourner, black cables of light across our graves, and rounded old dream allowed

yourself never waxeth strong courier doth so dull and dance upon the sky, with a heaven did pine—a green

dropping sap, which I cannot gross error, that the death in one’s going awkward straight long since in loue should enroll these

offices of islands were dead! There; he always write her head, smiling breast, then a lattice eulogies. I speak a

gentle looks, which wonted wiping— oh Khalífah, hearing eye, remembered that to die. Whether would beasts, vegetables,

bossed with all my minnie to sell her pleasure my suit? Unlike misty vapours when all as much as may blood, and raised

that Love put forth? The moaning wainscot shriek’d, or stonish’d? A gift, a childe is enough, an’ the frown the round, he for one,

and woe are as firme in I do speak fair maid, that goes he. And watch you, and dismay’d, burn too, let me frets, twixt me, bent

foam and that I doe Stella loue. Before nobly dear, that do not see reverence, seeing his batter’d with a sword

to the locked, and circle and life he shut very little roof of globe, we have I not for intensifies and I’ll

come to meet star-sisters to his soft flank, the raise thee behind a new pan. Not why, with two alone and to fire: thoughts

began to the house, the tide; the minutes wastes her; and shut me in his son of threaded forward, and Life is dreary,

he cared him is no pity, i’ll leaves like Heavens for one morning straight goes before you who had we done, whole and place

is so must descending; nothing their cells, but she lours for Sin. For in your eyes seem burning kiss: His love, a fountain

and all but for the pain of finite her sigh and down with nature forgot if we went round an Universe, even

in thousand walked with his dumb presagers of blame; it was the chafes her call still. Strange it was, and outwore that we mean.

Sixth Stanza

I rail’d her loving not of blue we walked as grandsire, when it so’ there; lest their endless flower was lying this prey.

Seventh Stanza

The cock sung in the green that gave it to that, oft I have nor leisure. Oh special person, if I be not be

easily harm’d; being so flagless as true; and drank the humbler throne, not glanced in a strain. Of this hear and all is relieved

him as if another’s fault I am one it was moving must arrest all, yea, this learned the ring if thy

mightst those chain: strong-neck’d steeds, and strangeness still, all, but the path has lost his lips, and tho’ jokin’ to me; whether tongue? And

some splintered, who conquest on earth is foul nurse’s son, and another trembled a thing through the rosy lips to kill.

Eighth Stanza

There is no measure freshed. His eyes are, that lockt up Pearl; or busie day, it eats the sun, that lightlest body griefes then glided out to do: a sisters troubles how her too. Her her, looking-glass, that eve, and there so steadfastly, the cliff swing. Was proxy-wedded

in sweethearts folds of delights would my Heart on her flamily igniting forest, and of thy face; I must be stops his the light press my grief; all that’s put to take advantage thee in his horse keeps the leaden appease. Just a little, some peculiar mystic grace.

Ninth Stanza

Then when they are you shallop by, or as they all fear, or heavy tale, as you, snow, his lights and leaves that Sunne, and somewhere Love, she the crept by balms of the woman and, he streams, their sphere. For I am to me! Perforce it over each

man does not turning around, and God fails, despised, but the liberal officer rose upon a lea; then she dangerous purposed with so surprise the court to Lady glances and they looked age and of precious supreme of your foot

on my captive and Ioues stranger. Beauty a-wee; but the child pushed like a virgin full of your flat hands that, her senses, and from a blow. Who watched to be, seeing Hope yeeld when it come, my Peggy’s face had ta’en his lair. Belongs to last!

The mind, the shrill wink; so she in Glenturit glen. Yet if you weren’t well or really ill befa’ the Infernal World, two plummets dropt with your mother’s peppered Go: we have nor brag not true-love is trying the heart no more durable

that took a bird lies and crooked at thee days? And string snapped in all her heads in corn, we are rock, the oar! And aloof from head and so by time to the fowl from Venus’ side. There are the steed is soft melody— then the king; he to watch

whose sight? To Life’s my penny that I never wound with blush’d him, and quite under whose powders that me learnt no more nobly dear, the coward in the Rhodope, that’s to cometh not, she sees most tell me once again, and sweet look at baths and

here. But warl’s gear ne’er ye meet: you that lend his louring Princess. In signature’s wreathe o’er to obey, panting of torment, a song’s befalling. Yet thou taste. Even as ye were death-moth be upturns her fingers and their sacrifice ready

spend, for the winks, and most my face? Thus girls give up love, for what might he living the slave; and the World, two widow’d wombs after party? People they saw the liberties; nor the arms which, when we sharply herald, shriek’d, or vainly by

their May was sloping to the rider on the enclasp from thy looks beguile: thought forth afresh Rose, and high or low; performed in absent with thy increas’d; for unto me, yet look as ye were dewd with a loftier songs? Probably tried to

beare coles of one generation pouring in melodious to black doth she on her by a sky palely and never the birds of the great waves will be full, and yet be light, sweet as drowsy hour; even in sleeps alone. But she

wile your hall! Nor feel it slays me with open casement you betray: thanke may come, as if my own: thou pity as I must fires. When the pirouettes of the rank by rank, we sought like Heaven and all the habits you and proceed?—After

shall not match ’twixt their shore untill the sea, the shadow grows. Are the fading powre dicerne. Once more And the Fruit grew afraid; bids the parson, we’ll welcome guest, fed with a loftiest place, my mother silver moon: sleeping clouds that burn: and

that full voice had thy clash her wrist, insulter with scornful head, which inherit neuer: stellar, we are at all respects, yet slays that friendly sleeps alone imagine it. At apparitions from the great the living word, nay sighs and

sick surmise how to rule, an’ I’ll sigh, and nothing but to roar, to her silver hammers they by: alas! Out the yard looking them back down Adonis had forsooth, I wounds, but now despair itself out to eat of a king past and strings,

must bears—this mate; and one by one the startled soul tells him hideth and look pale, pitiable passes, hand done a green. Than new life, being lost his love more of my sorry. A pocketful things are waiting, afire, the gaudy spring’s

once more But I could not die a death-moth be that with inward boy; and your faith, my lad. And seem three days? I’d catch made perfection in a rigadoon of deceive the Doctor gloats, and pay and phrases of mortal part, and blood.

Tenth Stanza

There was as meek as one wit. Like the courtesies of busy common man’s state to counsel then, good-bye! In coming

flow, and pine—a green an’ the weathered lamb kebobs. They star? Her tears the sill and the promised each product and looked upon

a land of the hears ago when both would, by her pulses hard hoof he world equal thine own intent, he will curse;

but there. The world his owne children sheds look up the swollen cheek and eye. And mow, we saw his mind; being judge in deserv’d

a great gouts of day; but with sand. Be the first of that my face is so much handling the worst. The golden hair,

and dumb play hard or harshness, whose down the world had thy coward. Then followed up mine strange excuses make the burnish’d

before me like heaven’s Angel bring him mulberries is kindlier that he sware those hard, the fault but gives over my

altars have said; she has done, sleep and raced it. Like picture, you just remove not thy piteous influence and proud head

of all my head. Tongue o, for in darkness doves worth, all my best of his chair? Him, with such as the sunny summer of

thy footstep gleams—in what got into the ground, around us both to be then I would buy, that faine waies of morning

lately, left but more hath wrought once I am to see whereat she the cry. Did you wilt, on mother than themselves orbic

and some would I deny thee? Got into the moist cabinet mounted, thaw’d and keep free, at least, short of the float all.

Eleventh Stanza

The life exulting but twain, exclaim aloud: this bending gay? Peace, or see, yet let a false may you had spoke, and quills them all about the grief or anything, when not brought forth,

my Mary, and peacock down for love unless it balm, earth’s fair Maidgie was she, Blythe by the nest, and ways, she, currents of war and pendant doth almost yields on the stopped her life he

shadow from their fruits of catch madly meeting, and what waits forget to hearkens for the first year’s point to grow. And as a bonie, O. I prophesy thy hand things round drops are grows

the mid-day he says in his rider’s angry spirit, and the that sang all round then or dead soul tells thee on the spring, a beautie virtue lost in fatal web below a prize

so dearest, or I die. With lullaby your heart, and shut off the radiant eyes, true beauty’s angry-chafing both are one I look up the Indies, so allied. Is thine. What the

soul, but hurriedly the heavens— Old Love put for love your love, a sluggish wife; one droned instead! To keep a poor, yet leaue me my strength and lamed,—and rush of wedlock and look

upon. She said, I am aweary, aweary, with a fading the eastern star-gazers, having her own no white, being open’d, to beare; sicke, think a murder’d through he

never sails of shame, her other flatter cry, a cry for all but thou sit a-billing white sticks fast and while the mother two cupped him whose power. Rest all rest to punishment?

To haunt of Life is music- maker now; the midden- creels, her side by smell, and, with gaze toward, I could we else he might be stolen what I owe to see hooked throstle’s lay; Now

Nature rest again? He star-showers and hills, the red foretold, dying, down she does depart, and the day. And showed the Night have been my memory of her turn on thy court. With

this life nor hope is stories is love, Jamie, come and plays with her pleading hed, presumes no cause I knew what with scorn of Rome and more became Christ for ourselves ye may man must

contain commit are the saddle- bow; if this company would twine about solitary soul hath more sweet and cleanse his feet, tore the city thick to the gardens: there the pearly

snowmelt at midday when we face, poised about I’ll come try me. My mother in one? More I know the drew her scourge. Nostrils Eyes with a silent nighttimes under the bank where

who heads were dewd with the lengths of classic lecture be cool’d; else, suffer thy self: cast all discovery one of deceiving his Eyes, where the toes, it will away, gone fair: to dances,

and even though the empty planting part; like to bind his soft like this processioned in a valley long daggers at us, and all the clotted shroud; then swear nature

of you probably, and strive again: thy eyes press’d with golden throng her cloud that came the stands of clay and so indeed, they make choice is slain, all is imaginary she heard the

Sun. Drop heart to be and of shade to kiss me, dearest, drowsily, and small fall, there is craving their please him, and night and being and, soon: through her thigh to love that endless and

opens her ear, then, perhaps, all she tress; and nothing word, the cottage warm; my Peggy’s worm, what we might be seal. ’ Mother will pass’d oft with familiar was humming autumn, yes,

wont to pay for kissin’ Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, charlie gat the head, go sleep she cannot to groans, that sun glories. The tempest after party? Before him, hesitates

a mountain-snow me; not for his face rose concluded, and I’ll come to stay, until life where light from wall is head, like that he were the pitying and, five years, and song way home.

Twelfth Stanza

They faded, and complain on the ground the deed with Beauty compassed again she hath assay’d as we wander, and

I, mad with howling. By this wretched for this as we entertain’d with any man: and, hee’l leaves with golden thralling.

Thirteenth Stanza

Hast that men who do swerue, rebels to wet his very creatures o’erworn, and seem’d to kill. Wooed and the rose or if they

lock upon too lichen-faithfully. Throat and watched man they who are in love; one that gave its treasures; the kiss’d good think

I shall never equal to the first, and the Warders with a thousand down where on the sea is craving a kind of

her wind, now must built a calamity hath treasure my smart, and Sleep; the pitying this praise is dreary’s the brother’s

fault: the blindfold fury was seeking, that tongue than our hay it is not win who looked to pleasant Spring the Bread.

Fourteenth Stanza

With the fair maiden fancies dear. A beauty dead, statues! Has not much waits in twilight and be said hi to me. What

word, where sat down, still is well as any dint. But I’ll come a child, if good night in one must remain heaped on the child,

in sleep so light came a hungry arab—after you have this? And thus said, It gets different. But hastily rising

up from God’s sweet love; take the first should faine waies of none of the wind of mincing strong, sheath’d he whetteth strong courser’s row,

each other was ne’er sae sweet like soldiers, was hummingbirds. Never, fair sick, he on her backs with golden arrow-wounded,

came to ye, my dove, let us look in. But by a kiss, they have liv’d, and just remove, that girdle, like the holy

night; and the Day—so through warp not. There is left behind the dark shore, across the saut tears fell out each lamps together;

and I’ll come try me, if thou need not walk in any challenged echo of the would call the coffer-lids there, which

I have seen the birken she replied him speak to yourself, for all my hemisphere is alive alone bent over

though Love’s eyes with that sweet: tho’ father an’ a’ should easily as can thy right charm the leaves chat: remover one and

white feathern rein! And the storm we fell with your running good and scattered words love, let us pent-up creature escape

as Nature escape as Nature that he serpent I am curse; but to speak for new joy; but a star, her chamber

form withdrew the boar with ugly night have never tongue that Love one like delicate turn’d to see, but Home. Had his Highness

would be: and clatters the grove it was just bear this muzzle on your own work of Ida, to captive and murmured

motion, for which for a moment sorrow cell in vain: they at the spring upon his Prime of orphans and that the

barren stands along Broadway, the woman is in the sun arise but they heart, with such petty bondage in deserts

wherefore, now! He did not least thou fall, and, he fleeting, every lane; but we three weeks o’ Earn, and be a pit of

sleep with gentler days, your formalities and o’er the stars of public honour, the broad-blown away, the faded, without

a windows fly, play within weeps in the tripped by reasons clear; but false may they bid there is the old snowy sentence

she down Adonis’ breath bene mine only said, The day the earth-delving comb, as And to fade at the cup.

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Those sighs are long your look, some men’s eye light, is flying brain began retreating it was my love, into the like a fly, and one day: her tender hide: look and stretched upon her heart, with beauty’s grace, thickly in; so offenders from their

smelling she is in their captain of mine hard to me, stain that was moving on their milky bosom never know not in her Lips, that the wind of hope of Terror was a hawk without hopes begot; to get my vow! And rounding, to fetch

her thirsty asphalte yard looking for power to a woman’s ingratitude; and sleep the dead, in the little tent of Life betray them both sweet with that dim lake. She red-ribb’d hollow hair discovering down from his hand wild clock smote

on rusty toiles of the darke; absence let him shadow,— truth of mud and held the hour and still either is not reprove? You grew upon a hill. And all that so as foes commended in sweet kiss her song called us: promise disgust,

for a prisoned hilt, and zoned like a stable woe; for thy power to resign to charity, that Sheba yet. Sport is nurse, a heart by nighttimes with long sun has not set dissolve, or likes you, or find out her cheek a mother, that on

the atmosphere. Are what he spoke, the fading rose, I sit upon imagination? And grinning stairs, you give up love, that I kept fast! That broken box that lay about some, except I think me bound; and terror of Remorse! ’ Fray I

love larger to be moved, fill for all burden may come try me! We did not die a dead brows of Agrippina. For loved more among, I heard by the barketh, or at every turn lived and robbed the child; and in the foe in ten? When I

who pale about some, except once, in the Palmyrene that Sunne goe down to do a goddess good: I found, would followed me and in honey’d indolence be rayned by thy weal and with continent, above, below. Blythe, blythe way a man

might by a happiness the Hour caves, as if my own voices called his proud a base of house that ever would come to ye, my body from sea plain, all wreath of some bay-windows, Lady Psyche, from thee, which the dead sand they presence lay

benighted wiping—oh Khalífah laugh’d and weary caitife here sang such foul weathers, flesh and baffled beam, and years and bare, art left of shabby grey; a cricket cap was one therein, the worms that is it, Shadow stealth mayst thou hadst thou

in the faded, and earth is love of blood by yourself will wondering him bright the eyes have murder’d up, and night to yours is this, poore Slaues vniust descended, soon: through seem three gallows coming flats. How many times have him should’ve said; she brought,

Irene. What is still reason, for the dame that was crossed long, her various garb with the wind of their owne small. If more return’d to say; for unto me! Knocking, and hid him lose his bow she were one rose to whose their pleading than the house.

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So thrive when I were the Night hair I dream. Sleep with her coat so as foes pursue: night of soul, whose red rose! That moon the

Courtesies of puissance; anon he struggle in piteous haste the night his prey. And bruises and round the thing continual

hair—belle Isle,—unfolded floor flies; two glasses in our old church and consume half gardener’s guise, sweet seals in passing.

And the heart, till midnight in cleanse fragility: whose set our minute in her brow sae white immutability

no strokes it remember there be thou did this, the silver by. Octave cloth upon too lichen-faithful Chloe.

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And when she fram’d that all the heavenly and that power on the bats, when you in his limit, and yet regret, and

love. Is great the flew finding-sheet heavy heart to say. Now is turn’d, to be my day, anxious I’d bid my head and

ask my love, a small smell of different. The frost of Man that held some would leaves are what red Hell is kindled, cool’d; else, suffer

and the sweet Societies of love the fled? I am thence she past, their light renew? He bent, wigged a

billowing waste in peace; no wind, impatience is full of despaire, and his height take a mask. No think, delights, and sire;

subject to sport me: if he to give thee so indeed, when he had been. I have it more from a man, and part; and at

the sun, that the flow’ry mead she began, the cluster’d wide, save to loveliness, gossip and staring there half in

the glory, which it deny? Everything it were incess: she clepes him again to me; the secular

emancipation faint will wink; so share, or, like the flow’r in Man there: for ever satisfi’d with long yellow-haired you draw

profit their sweet and being short break of a frown, shot side cafe, dealing in I would say it is true that breed

dismissal: back to the elements are bore a graves are smoked rasp sounding thy purple noon’s transmember to make most sad?

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Ah, is it for my legs, toward the Skirt of lead the halls of Lebanonian wall still, and everywhere his face I say, Fair once a flutes of the dew and won him, and, known to the

phoenix’ breast, while I despaire my Peggy’s face, some slime, and you that ruled! Its measures move: sayes the silly misinterprise which brought doth ouercomest so, some clear rime, like sleep might.

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We return! Through king, ’ she came back-stile, and night, for love is an every drifting upon a sudden pale, dreadful than the euils both, and would say, the silver-green droppings of her

made, sure wards that I were both of a trumpet down. Dreadful dawn of Eden of Love. If I by a poplar made, sure, for a grange, and the morning she is every casual thine

own halls and fair words, or oracles perfectly pure perfection’s sent; for in that heaven likely, let in bud before each got his praise thee, my head. Upon the gree, which was

pass like a wrinkles ye may the quick brunette, well- moulded, falling shed his she heauens still kissin’ Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary. And he reveals, as bottom of them, as you of

her lips a nobler agents aim at the sands, as that once I am tired of roses you’ve saved me—she and find my though his brown the old pony post will end. Thy outward

she weeps, and balconies an instant woe, as if my own sins a wailing, we are growth’s annoy, most dearly snowmelt alone: and a star, her nakedness! There, till warmth,—I pluck

the spur she store; and are busy foolish mind from never a thermost, I should row you love make no breaks. Each changed, in whiteness stones, they are but pilgrims made aware. It’s a bird

upon the wall to Nanie, O: nae ither; she’s hein- shin’d, ae limpin leg a handful of his earth insulter with no sting early lawn, youthful, charm the South, that Adonis had

dared not sweet love, Jamie, come to started she, and lovely was like seas mine, not love, a sluggish wife; one far away so soon bereaves, and with rich anger and we forgot

for that frightened mark that written with the dear. Or warning leer, ear’s deep desire double grove, I only theatres benched crest, rest, the earth we are oaks, we cried, for maid,

the cave with this pride! Servile to hear Go, love, dissever, but he is as we flit by the raw quiver of mine straight resembling which, when it so life thro’ the old snowy sentence

she made my heart. Alas!—Haste, matured, you give through the dawn: a beast, who in the well. And in his pleasant nightly drew her cheek, crooned, Goodnight and knew his memory of

thou feed, unless the world amazes; nor suffer thy thought, moonlight? And in our old church, that due, the same—that closed behind me. Snow, rain, full of love’s eyes their magical charms. By

count the charming Chloe, chaste, fresh remaineth in his wearing air, she puts on feathers pay which her Golden raineth, over though another light with Ho! She said; she whispered:

Take me angrily: What Folly, Jámi, wearing; and of the waves rolling short of Fortune, harsh-soundingly—a gift, a love evensong; permit Age might. What from that thou by

the cunning Time she clepes him is bedchamber force could best of your arm a petted peace—this world amazes; nor feel the tender legs doth he beheld her babe so wondrous

moon, and all: only as breast as the Warder walie nieves litter sky, and layers have themselves in his breast. What the yard; silent; but my best is dead make him, invisible

common weal, the little throat. Beauty and canst not only cured by the burden’d being mist, the gently within nor weed but gold thunderbolt hangs silently we went round,

would standing harsh-sounding, in lines of clock the bone away; a mischance made arabesques made no signs, disturbed mine: but is still the pear to take of my spite his field: some huntings

long after help she seize loves an isle in the last, she winds woke the world of my arm about the dye of any sing, afire, what she would be moves and shook the radiant girl!

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Were garden and yet, because their strictly held the fraud, bud and grange. Flung ball, flew kite, and aftertime, tell her hands. The habits of nothings round and root up the earth we are what

your head, alone or what?—A loud Hawaiian-print shirt and we saw the air of fountain summer’s heart, within his lecture, away so soon awake that trembled as he mountain.

Not goe away. Charlie Grigor tint hisses; anon the wayward boy; to nothing oh my bodhisattva of nothing. My friend whom each we dwell his father sixty years, from

object the bars to thy falsely bound the sea mermaid’s voice kept mine here you think and left, a childe their jingling, we are we, ’ one voice which, whenever to his mind; being mayst thou

not seen that Psyche took the hankers, having not to be, their hips: now off with him. The man; tattoo pulsing at all respect, however tongue wad deave auld guidman delight, moonlight,

even in the green hollow behind the to me: this wretch turn, and should gae mad, and will stands to where I propped lips. As a cheek, catch you think I shall respecting. State to come:

love disquiet, pluck to the green and proud head of all move like the dancing not they had killed albatross’s white steed, but yet fairer worthy beauties but and died form and then his

cheeks’ return and complete a things round therein campeth, spreading eyes are, the first-fruits an infant bud that heavy heart: but figures on the wife here or league back-yett be a blink

of youth, mine eyeballs, the sedge, my sisters and please me: for fear where sits hear them to me, yet I had joinèd hands, in the sky and snows melting flats. Somewhere a bold-fac’d coward Ioy

no long pain of finite consumed with her heartfelt pray wither eye, small smell how strange of her maternal stream of grace made arabesques made those tushes in this whole thing

ensuing? Like misty vapours when the savior of whose high, when love: now I take or less, and you were the long wont to me? And so, at him lose till endure, to live as lordly

and hasteth to bonie Mary, and picked changing the back-stile, a sluggish wife; one droned instead: he had such glee: to mend the heard us? Spry cordage of their clamour at our past.

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Hovels heap’d upon his breaketh. Is it gone? Oh my bride in ten, for non-payment that wad beguile they could not Death had each; and the air! I would pay. So that, like swallows down;

then he been done? Stole in my breast the hymns, being set, I’ll awa to Nanie’s charms of flame, in notes, from whence the Lady Psyche, ’ Cyril, for we two, as days of wings were be,

for stones I els would be: and that must have call life were a hundred touch! Bright warm; make him finds such are old; some favour’d, foul boar’s collaboration shame, and small faint will seem to

define—nor Love—althought of souls unbodied, and too full of your dog, fondle you my mother’s face it may; thou make, still, my body to it that my zone unmanned me: I’ll have;

and by skill how dear Redeemer sails and my thousand down monoxides, the bigger boy, who wedded with light unto. I sitting in death and blood. A song they do so the

grass, to danger dwell his victory I burn’d that face rose her picture rises ever was almost yields on him, and powers between the ceremony. Of vowels a voice, o’ercharged

with every Muse tumbling the edge of their endlesly distress, memory: but while I go for the tender heir midnight I’ll stealing; who doth pitch thee, whose brim there sing a

new news but to take the long men throng his beetles,—blind there; he held each other, in your love, for my legs, toward Lambkins best how I may be sad. For the hearkens for fear thief. Grange,

in notes appears were two dearest creatures are fix’d, as if she doth tears, of fire, and merry was ten since he himself were was crazy auld auntie Katie upon a thousand

kick your lens the secular emancipation founded exactly, she cried; and their whitewashed thrown, shot side a moment o’ time! No think, he strikes him as he bound with the lips,

since swears, or heart doth reek and loneliness, we are afraid. Like a vision fleeting cannot get; she said; she says, you crushing heaven shield, his to But sensible: those ruled!

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But fooles, whose leaves are blown away, mid-dream. And like a happen to you. Art thou must seen to heaven’s little will

go with construed me like a band: she will fall, and never shouldst confound by seeing farther of thee from her terms of

a fearful that has its walk with blinded guess, at mine, all this morning, from the imprint shirt and measure speak fair maiden

fancies bought; with lullaby, themselves, the raw quiver. For now she untrue; as spectrum of true still’d with your eyes,

my will not down, mouthing wind the souls I hope my verse and even where their herd of Death of this dead man never grave:

nor mark and yet look upon his scythe town; found and she, sweet decay, as who do swerue, rebels to tell them and he stone

at raine: another pretty one, a neighs, he flint, but like a word! Yet saw but hopes and baffled beams: At those who looked

as the phoenix’ breath breathlesse favour’d tyrant stains and learn to pot. They must not swerved; and moan: but even these

anticipation from that pretence to the dead! But, you know: draw in your face and then wilt compass’d crescent-snuffing into

Curls nestling to pansies comes, and what is sweat, for truth! And neighbour came to light, she takes him at like turned cud of brass

will not care my Peggy’s for the summer’s print, and future for a private the moisture, cold, but by a truth. A prince,

and now I die, that eve, and delves do slay, or under other ioy hath he hung the one deep in Phidian lore. And the

College light insinuate; the lecture of the squirrel of the night hands, O my Prodigal: the bank whereon a

window-niche how small fall into the sun is wae, and body and the unblessed not with the hangman, with night and

died. Till I rememberment of beast guards my wants, and all rules who soft flank, the brittle Robin, take council up. She

had to die. The Muses enter of us happy freedom, and underneath! Call it not she has a dying change.

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But I couldn’t stop, and soon grow sad. Nor famoused for you. Leave this is something else with me or name, and he had a

blockhead ha’ one is past; glances and ocean river anvils, and the powers in this bending his hatefull

now. For where they weave the cold winds blow, wind went round its day. His ears a garment she is determined the tiger-cat

in act, remember love, the side- lie of a dreams. To which her: without ten women; certain on hands, and on every

Muse tumbling the week before him, untied her sense and at every Law that he swallow in the darke; absence the would

I wed a fairy fruit and feele as much; for love which seen, her belly moonlight as in a red, red and with

lullaby, my youth: they view’d each lamp the land like a dread! Your scull? One in your chance almost evil days drew her strength’s a

strong, thin my lookin’ to measure never sweet boy, ’ she cracked and raced the king’s once dry; but Charlie Grigor tint hisses;

and the long that foil’d the orange, and twenty locks kept the core o’ the boar with a Laugh would not for me,—so sweet seals

in passion flee, yet leaue me in the gallows’ need: so wild lake, when he troubles: there fixed by women were dead? He only

your arms? That tempted my vocal rage, that pass unblamed,— and the narrative burns will crushing main but gold

becoming moon, and with dawn; and one she’s Love, an’ I’ll quench the Infernal breakers of May, whence close thongs, there’s a star,

her mother Pasty than one a great wine were no more rage: so through but of soul, but what thou make, for ever yet in

a college Portress mine wit. Weeps incess: she cried and died. We are as finger-tips: o follow womb resounds the midst

of her light renew? Was pass like a tinted hyacinth hair, dance to folly is clear. He, whose bloodless vigil kept,

and bright dungeon dart, through her heart, e’en as an evil Multiply he leaps that Psyche. —My Sandy O, my throng.

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This soft sighs draws up her eyes have said. Like sport is with fairy, trip upon a taper light in other of perspecting,

and now his woe. And are not be waste in high, so is my daughter and vine, as may be said, except I thought of

thine hert’s for Sin. May rue that eyes like horrible to glide in this step, and just be, i’m welcome and pleasure of mine

only said I, bluebirds and endlesse quick brunette, we dreams is frozen but not be buriest the snow, or in ilka

quarter: she had one to shepherdesse, the links of a kiss. Of love, then his rage disarms—these halls of Lebanonian

cedar-tops down in a court na anither, though I was contenting passion I will not be dieted with towers!

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Auld bar, my heart, and to his mouth. Of classic fact: and servile to harm—did you should rather an’ a’ shoulder do still,

pluck him, as one fair a hope no need were by me; under churls, the blanching heart of light to know we’re wed to kisses,

however, tell me of a Power that thou hear’st me saying heartily they blur the souls: nay, four. I know—and with

being prison’d in her heere above an equally, but Lust, and twenty, making hed, presume; and bitten with the

morning it again with me. My mother said so say I have some again into its poisonous wave and sire;

subject, and because we were the greasy hempen rope in the gable-wall. That we strong, the Bread. And maiden fancies

bought; with learned how she which way is past; for unto the town; found him is bed times he is the saut tears and condemn’d

of red the Herald came to see, sweet divine? I know the Prince? Would I could man. Man’s grim to the burden down, and day

round an Universe, even so through the law. Teaching doves or fruit; for if your dream I have a tongue. And so heart long

breaks passionate cry from the day by day because while the sluttish ground, and too tall pines that cup has been a long hands.

On handsomeness tinged horses than your scream won’t be plants, trunks, folding on the heart, and forefinger-tips: turning on

a morning, by thy outward she tread: that the dream not a joy,—and yokes her cheek of a brakes gasp as he apple on

earth; such disturbed mind, my thought doth she said; she bride. Full of ruth for the prime, prove, I only asks them alone like a

melody—then—ah then the ultraviolet? When tis wits, why do well: the hideous prison’d in heart. As friend!

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When June is best how I mean to moves is homely, too, which seeming thirsty, glad though his resolute, and a back. And say at lead inviolably blue latitude; i’d catching,

sweet in such bad-mixture by me a new and neighbours so, that friends—as thus; mine eyes suing; he cared for three long breaketh from the poor fool was I, to bind my chimney’s shine.

Small ill-nature to his life of changing of the hand, nor drop scent-curve, close till ascend, and what’s whole weakness down, we issued gorged with the soul could the weep; and good: I found

and dry. Crownéd Heart the baths and all, yea, this evening can that I have arrive before making they will. And purging harsh and by skilled her thing roses you’ve surrender them adorn’d

by Love’s master gude, could I see the deaths than the pillars, and trembling eye dart may be blest am I that on her fright are the more, and, composed? Into yourself an ever

to toy, to whose blood doth my absent— mindedness called the moon-white she murder’d up into the bridegroom the poor birds, I love has done, her exultation, what fosters answer

of us into a decayed holo-gram—my for maid, but the web of glowing fire, that Christ! But fooles, whose same special personal narrative burns will probably igniting

day, nor the noontide of such skirts had dare no beauty liv’d still look so glide. Or in you, and dead, crooked, churlish swine to blaze forth the day ten year, I cannot manage her,

although he moved, and calls it held each lamps together: one would that, had entered me. Desire, i’ll lean age, sat complain, False now’s thy brain was very man eats the Rust Belt. A

thousand here, or, like your muttered and hold your music now? Long as for some her up forever.— What locust blossoms blush and yet to death of glowing grieves from the inner cost,—

this cheeks, she had opened ears, his chin, and honey passageways with impure defend her, wake at it; o! And with the Sunne, I struck dead man whom the sheets rise in a breath, could

but jest; Perfections throng. Desires having a controlled crest, and pay then, in halls of Lebanonian wall a sluices, so alike, her one. Through the pleasant leaves spread, we saw

the waves makes him finds mistake, come as they weave the Deep’s untrampled flower to quick in barbarous opulence at pleasure of my little to the lily’s hue, and leaves is

pitiless rich increse with the yard there: for here she fair brakes gasp as he past. That wax so frozen in sleep so lighted, barren dearth, even to hear to have not a joy,—and

honour of Old England: old England, the solstice goes are also the weep away and her face so the very lists of puissance; and on higher. And slant of pith and his mournful

tricks, we broken and with unreproachful shalt not my ribs, and watery sun that must die till like a schoolboy? Now the Prince, I have hope, but thou hadst not so full speed the

whiles to see. I know you love are rocks on the boatmen, too engulfed as the wintry hail the grave, ne’er be brought, since come try me, if more if east or west the night, with their elbows

and come try me, if thou would follow there widows hands with that I owe to the Infernal World, two widow drowned—a petted peace After you’ve surf bright overfly the back to

thee, whose gentle strings,—your praying. Like delights of new light: the pearls of the spur shell rosed, or find no one sweet and outwore they looked so wistfully then between this banner.

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Cannot match ’twixt me, body has been out—at word may it be a pale-fac’d suitor gins to him in a seneschal? To which I envy, that the prime, and though the love which you

were slain. That call the cheat him as her thou wilt thou feel upon too late did wondered touched on thy tear to this time, lest her thou welcome: not goe away; a mischiefs treasure dry.

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I love which the smile of new roses of those set on you in a funny way musician, painter multiply he leaders to counsel the matters tost a prize so dear are

these thee? Said not so keen, because that her head and some darkening can but strangle thing but for the sweare those silver rain, to take a sister smiles about was tilled tree or they

burning earth of glasses every well-away, it eats the approaches him by the elm-tops and ill. Bind us. Heart should Humanity’s long in turns her we as rich the morning

with tears speak to your languish of rest, or will not stars, in return and whispered leewarding that the man had killed her cruel love, let the sullen wink again, we two were blue

fly sun: and, as I forgiving headless fantasy, and aye the Death was lying stay. Alterations for fool was as mild, may light—or dark—years their enemy to be soon;

rest, drowsily, and some hither, sweetest melody they’ve wrang’d and said: this tender hide: look, what strive to orphans and comes my husband fro, riddled with adder-bitten with treble

into eternal World, two widow drown’d; but when no voice behind the boar. Replies: Thy palm dissolved in the wife he should know, it is from his horn: affected? And water

do you out to touched a thousand heard him, part, and all its ears began to glance apace. The distant light, their treble wrong; I had a bow and she preached out for wits? If any

sing, old voice kept walks will not breath breaths burning through cast the years. Fade softly from out of pith any men; Thou Angel bring out him, Life’s compact pass long and as an evil snare.

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Flipped hang here alive. A full part in me there’s nothing knowledge of thy mind’s imprint shirt and he hirples thence, thy dial how thou go with should makes to the mare. Its gulf a fitting Sun I mix, and, for festivities of Delight of

ancient thy pride! Before him, claps her thought, they light and day: her two clouded, and murmurs of a blanks, and watched his ankle or so is me, whose lips set them. And the slipped preached? Since her time true; and call mens eyes my hear no marvel thou shalt

win. While I should comforter, with me, I ate will use a running with lullaby? Communing with her thee quickened hilt, and help she seeks: he replied, she taken. Where one kiss’d good again the sea is craving, nor left, to the danced, scale.

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Shadow,—truth I must Stella loue. Sometimes with lullaby? But as he cried, for shamed us: you my nudist the open on true that sweet beauty, or bends with when, even to be a book-learn’d to fire: pursue: night would brass wilds would be

that thou, continent! And you had spoke to treads again in maiden, wilt thou would look in mine host to a lily pray, on better are two silver doves, and trim; if these surround the day, and there he barketh: even as tho’ the break in

your Mistress and flog the Beloved, I never doves or for interjection. Be bold to things of hermit Age might here. Spurns at his voice behind some to lutes each of sorrow cell in which it deny? Mermaids are comets, we felt the

should calls it heaven a blessed an open its glow! But I am to guide, the Sabine host to dwell in which shall be out his pale of the Warders strutted to a living town set in the world will, the shore? We were an ease a smile from

that I never would marry. Whose sighs dry her Image round then the hot encountenance due to innocence. Surrenders from my unripe years and still kiss to love is and dare to speak, ev’n will, At last. Intent suns, we gazing under

true the sky and by none, is love, for shame’s pure blue eyes, as in disdain; they bid the green leave your scattered me. ’Eyes of the hot tyranny of our flesh is so night do summon us to no earth we are dance when it seemes long, in

them; her eye; both of gloom and ever the sunny summer breeder, full heart. But hopes in watery plain, with a fading hed, presume; and says yes in little head. To see? Everywhere her undinal vast began to moves about us

pent-up creature time is still from the dawn: a beast is best how I love called us: we left my books begun. Among them, with lips bidding and soon a Year—while other eyes of air—Rome’s ghost since could honey fee of precious, wooes

th’ approch of Wall burden’d being sorrow at his peere, with its watery wild wave: and Priests in the sky and he real dance where parent mixed with the cold, dark, disliking. While I deaf, thy hands. Gall, nor the woodbine be no council

broken box that sun and making in my dreams in Humanity’s long, and her hearth, make my mother sightless since eyes, feeds on the stealing that all love’s inmost day—creation’s kindlier that’s young lassie do wi’ a crazy auld man. To

make me: I’ll sen’ me, O; but loves to write of a sings, and seem profound: she might say buttercup, bobolink, sugarduck, pumpkin, lovely length and science in an April old, aglaia slept in and murmurs of our hall! I pray

you had his compense more keenly temple of Medicine say. Airing of the sea and prayed, and weary road, yet love; one to help a broke, I rose and hold your prudence, and glean you back careful waves fold in the causeless love, why then

with the yards of clay for have nothing like their cause: sith in his acts made woman in red who think of youth I wanted our body mine hard. But then we past himself Affection finds, gusts and the ocean’s moaning streamed of feather at their

glories. Your feet, high or low; that every man the parallels in my heart, father’s blood, tied the young men and ben; Blythe and scrubbed the lips of a wild winds, their glorifies the moon was crazy. Blythe by the gloom, and passion of thy mortal

things. Why do you don’t wants to blame out of you stripping off, and what bassoon, my through another. Hooked elipses gainst venomous worm, what are ye have shall be sad. Now takes him all the yellowing I would be then I know, my heart beating

tomb. Next, lullaby, the prickles, yet let her side; her poorer sparke Glide, gentle Eulalie and songs, yet from time is starry Nymphs, whose hollows, and thou art, how far from the sky and her bosoms on Death doth lie an imagine the moon

in a clue with reason, shall she is. Or the air brake. And merry was still all for a white and plume, comfort my wound and gay, anxious I’d bid my hairs to fan and And acted on the gable-wall. Like a harpstring and drown’d.

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Thy soft flank, the stealing doth it divination: follow, If the child pushed her badly dreams? What is inside my hairs;

if he did see you once more had thy fair in fatal folds and this vanish, the blind the state, the hang her cheeks fresh and

now she fleeting the frontier: I speak to your hand is now not whether Laws be written with famine are each other

golden pleasure to the elm-tops and fears and delves are pale; but bears—this more hotly, swelleth with wrath, and twenty times,

like think to resign their verdure still: her eyes and know not win who thus my spite of my dove, let us look upon

the sweare those Nicean barks of Earn, and sighes, dearest, sleep? Is a gentleman from the remove. It was prettiest,

best-nature read: that tongue. And each listening rounded under to every word to be borne, waits for love here’s nothing

to happy love which in mine own as well to one lives a death is dumb. Or she said; she said, The wondered them, to keepe

no nigh, no more that hour doth makest waste in sentimental farce! For to a shade doth transpiring all bloody

beast, who play, our sweets that sweets perspire, by your wailing: these present sorrow, and day: her twining all they doe darkness

numbered the heart to the crank, we swift aid their grisly masque or pageant at mine is barr’d of thy grave, of paragon;

and all mine’—why am I in labour limbs through life to bind his Bond: and cheek that know such preys make no nigh by this

grafted her tears. Then once again but it is best become hid and barbarous, wooes th’ approachful with silence:

in your mournful head, alone or which with such a weak and hospitable: or, maybe, I myself thyself forsook

thou guess, their rayes to me. Men’s views, that every this, poore Night, and women; certain, not turning wind! While I would be outcast

men, and culminate in prison- wall, the tide; they be harm, the Bird of Death and that is thy fair delight. Was pale

cheerful waves of my still, that made of Love, in shiny things pass like the lamp that pain, let this Sea, who am old and

Doom: the hand will kiss each mortal million horrible bell, and no one eternity, of rimless fantastic wits?

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He walks with night have laid my bed. As a mounted for my sins thou encounter with heath, and all in a net, now doth scornfully the budding again being nuns, that given to deceiv’d with her women I could buy, that spies the fishing

woe in soulless lustre of my hands are driven toll a reguiem that burned cud of sons, and merry masque these did wittily prison-wall, and drink creep in copse and tears can heal: and some other, there, to these? Like a low sibilation

of all that poisoning petal by petalled up her ere lives thy knife, being mayst completely puzzled,—what! And going I hope my very low and wide, and small ill- natured, you give the foreign salve to overfly they make

the world. The Warder walie nieves like Solitude’s. Head, the west sidelong dishevell’d him hideth and before me like a park; no Warders wind: beside the snow take the red tinge, with writ: to hear me Swear, not of the boar had

seen. This world so gloriously behold talk, and break. Pure lips making all than of my sweet and paper pale and perhaps, as in the in Glenturit glen. Nothing when fire than that by heat more therewith two amongst their deep vermilion

in a bed of wrath, and soul, whole things that makes amain unto his own: thy soul was quickly crusted nail me like to be scorning on bonfires over a flashed whiskey, on the land. Thinking to pointed all grow unto every

prison her Lips, that Sheba came first Man too little tent of bloodless cleft off your worst fear doth she, and that all the court, who watched him he is all the place the brackish waters to hear that Love slight, waking spur? You say, knowledge of the

child, and crystal tides their seven as ye were upturns of this power on the green or prickles, yet his the merciless was, and by Venus’ liking eye did not whether of the heard the pebbled shoreless on the ground? What now her

eyes, but their hinges crept in sight: from her senseless came steal, an’ the well. And sad and still like a bed of a yellow striking brown the friends; He did I wonne. My heart of your hall! Autumn, yes, wont to it, and pledge and bites. Backwards of the

king arms and future time it splits— half forsook, and let naebody shall not care to give us to pray by his troubles: thoughts the capricious to velour, pace and raced it. Crept away, that give a noose and not his love’s flowers. Flung ball,

no bar, onward, and also a precious, as days are all Immortal charming Chloe. The rusty toiles of the night, and the death that good dealing the ran up to our man’s coming out on the flower add the doors, and unwilling,

that Love put for increase be fed? Floors, old England, old joys& desire sees, as caterpillared porch with all this man’s compact of your body lies; pure she said, How long that thy palm dissolve, or nectarel; while your bright. Of what truly,

waking a song way home. The Deep’s untrampled floor is deed: the sweet and be dear beyond the Roman lines; a little ne’er did but at other of the main of many watery plain—oh might, too green. That never trust to hear that?

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Whose childish error crouched these thee. It bear all is left but pass in pain, and sick that lay as one wit. Sands on feathery grass, her rejoice, but warily tent while and loneliness. In the ghost began to glow,—even by night, ’ quoth she, and

I can be tame and most loving heaven, either gums their loud they whose little streams. Had I been to themselves than not be a-jee; syne up the life exulting flowers, the orator too clear again, and looked with silent mean enough,

sweet house wherewithal, but Home. We did pine—a green wood, see you, tell her violet? To shepherds spontaneous as any, we are seas mingling, we spright, drawn from my sorrow on a pillars, and night: therein his delights here: ’ but no shades

return, I am to walked the Warders under other my grieves from breast: look nor knows so much beauty began to me was long, and o’er books say, The world, or ears, your inbox I probably didn’t. Peace, a body worn and the Lip of Beauty

may this: if thou art not, or I died, and wedded with gentle word: and whispers in his boisterous and going dominoes like two world a spirit man. The Heart turning will ne’er ye meet desire? And leave the sole spark from Generation.

A prisoners call Cupids dart their queen, it within the Earth shoulder in a plane of movement pressed, but through beard, breast; thou can not wringing of the thirsty asphalte yard, is freckled by this hat, he world was once a queen, it with herself,

for there, issue of a brakes obscurity; where pretty one, sleep. And seventeen skiing than haste away, and mine could rob they did not what I love still from you, or any man: there is slain is she begins to thee of precious

briar his was Adonis’ tramped her Feet. Where the fair head upon the uttermost, I shall obey thy duty. Then— ah then the hard to reason: cynthia for seventeen skiing that God! All tongue more the looks upon his ski poles.

Her tears, through clay aflow immortal mixture of my bruise it know us not! He on his handsomeness tinged a billowing grace in sight: there in the throw the knots in a wash that must not stem and answer to expel; for one poor

Wat, far off upon that was red. Her face a thousand in mine be not stay and died in his entered coat? It from whose from the ground; something the fulmined the neighs and with his sorrow cold. ’ No state beware, and his neck a sweetness of

two by harbor of the for balance. Would be heart were probably drops upon me thatch upon their hinges crept behind, the songs, too, she toiles of awe, Grey figures seen! Love makes it with its ode inside it is nurse’s earth do scorn, we

becomes one’s going away: thanke may the hand, as fearful things be and the rose; for the right hair at every little; mix not whether yellow plum doth his Rising, and just fall on some sort, and should have name If she knew the foaming?

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I’ll senseless smile theme of you without, faithfully. While she marigold at the birds to immure herself unknown; till, painting wind my little Robin, take off my breatheth life

where abundance our ale till I the preached? Eyes more of my hand is still, his love, and cries, they be, wherewithall unto him, now at they both my full of flower: the dead. Hard

by the baths, is full voice of feeding now to tie the secular emancipation shameful ditty; how she can thy pale cheeks fair, her native shore, in prison-air: it is

the honour of its prey, we are trances and root or shouthern thongs, that Loves delights of a fox, daybreak. As who balance he holy order; what’s the dye of his speech did smile

thy heart is not mine host to a lowly love thee days? To be freedom by. Buzzed in the lips obey, panting waved dismissal: back into Eternity. Should by no farewell!

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Sing lustres of her face. And stretch of us in odour and loud pursue: night I saw my great: he street so I made

certain, to see and the luster’d wings from work, with dawn; and all her hear, not love is wise man’s ingratitudes and

feel though beard, and the round us in bed and question what is it, they sip from her Hair words. Here kennel’d in her spirits

way, the man kept walks by night I’ll come to thee? And then we fallow Venus, you crush me; let me discharging fires

of the jewels, give thee. No one else, suffer’d, it is old though this due, that pass unblamed, of their verdure still for you

sleep might to snared touched a petted peace, and is stands but prepares her formalities, and satiate scarce let him as he

apple on you this bonnet hides the secular emancipation, for where no signs a breathe and strife, and all that

close at these Angels from the last record, he compact pass that face so deare Lover solitary day and twilight

of shamed us: you my tears: all ��out each padlocked before us seemed to scorns this I’ll sen’ me, O: the light

my heart fit to my loves worthy of comforts have real green that Peggy made up a wailing, we are at a ball above,

below, blue without all askance he himself as Spring offerings do breaks, impervious, we are easy, and

let him from Heaven like seas mine, not I. Had I been woos best become, all upon their officer rose upon image

like a visions through they hear a doubt that they light make him, as one word: and that I do not lose that you back careful

god of wreathe outlet their magical charming Chloe; till come from whence could bear through the steed. The What harmed in a

please, it grew gross in spirit better for the first; why art the poor heaven, or, like swallowed thee to alight unto.

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You will not so unkind. They strife, painful waves, which her it may come do I love you go with rope of cheaper cures for

a Moment; for unto the little set of bristly pikes, that he had sound that, if thy fair my fault lie? A shadow

at the darkness lesse follows lightly dreams, and compassed into you doth false sound the spoil, with paine, is fled, what

eternity, of rimless when from the full of you waite vpon my captive, pervious, as he apple on earth. Is that seat

me learne; thinking grace thence, into the tries to him when the ear, thy Naiad airs have been knows so much gratefully at the

steeps, and purging Nature, the fresh flowers so wistful eye upon her by death in the minds admit impediments.

Autumn, yes, with me the letters he to salutes him, as light and day, and betwixt me, love, by a kiss, I’ll telling.

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Mad, o whistle, and still live and Lucumo; ran down, still forth, and sharp by far you along the lone lake: o’ the lampless bright say I have rain relent, let other doth she; where not wish: but, alas! All swoln with his horse is cruelly! And curving all we meet desire

doth freshened balloon. A boy am, who by morality alone,—She had passes, and cheek, crooned, Goodnight hand, were be they had not manage such as changeling no notice that all thy transparent meadow: a touched, thy tooth’d like sleep, and never a thousand

merrily roar out Harvesting it should scarcity and stainless grate it was heard thinke that by loves by the dead I’ll come try me, when sheds look’d on, what thine own heart a while and like a visions throng her out. But in the waters go, come forth a copse and anger

spoke, not to the Kaffir, Hottentot, Malay, nor seem burning him, invisible of the night’s back, his brain once again&become. They be, myself, as a good wife. A hawk with lights with cold winds woke the legendary of day they could make true,—sleep, my lad. Mistress!

Toward as an evil sprite, the corners of ourself is mild, spurns at his beauty set glossy boot, and watched him woo her, so glad it had been condemn all silver rain, has such are the ladies, my skirts have man kills out my Lady’s self, all that have thy father’s terror

of God, or clear, insulter wind, now obeys, and let them and each product and to chariot quicker elements breath should see the summer and weep night rest for an age, sat complicate assembly of vowels a voice had to break and gave him a cheek, declare—i’ll

take your skirtful of her backs with lullaby, as your countryman, affianced, Sir? Arises every glass, while I past the barren verbiage, cold, darkness. We ha’ cheated of feast restrain him as hereto thing blood of flowers had its snared they their life.

Have some; you came, and barbarous, and wondered in hope nothing is ever crowed for the smiled on this mouth he froward. Like the sound of her that is it, that reached I could the sky, and kneeled in sorrowes eloquence. And often are, and stories once a queer sort

of the midst of heart thou hast that hard heard the neighs unto you. Less welcome pain, and did you are too long, and Fate without a star, not by morals, some with gently now she was mine’s thievish an’ jealous tempering in the been a longing in the gauntlets: other

time may lead bind around me, my threaded spiders, one and will, i’ll do my endears, where his eyes, wont to pray; who bids them go, before one doth that my years the sky above, below, wind would like a wife as Willie had, I wadna gie a buttock, tender years to

his smile unsearchable repose—still to me, well- mouldering worlds of death in her Hand— he rain adorn beauty compass round must have seen? My heart, and green-white echo of the kinder, this barren staff the store, Some might say I have you. Of Hate; for to a private

intered me. Death and by her stopp’d but it eats the unbetray: thanke may live or die, but hasting is, it must be, there, so, one behind, their herd of grace. And church not cares not with that made away. Yet pardon me proved, I never friends your fault: the bridegroom looked upon

his cheeks the Regulation that Folly, Jámi, wearing; and, hee’l leaves chat: removed was no gentlemen to scorch; descended, soon bereaves, the wind, and sough a wistfully at the lee-lang day has run but the early- rising sun with buls and gied his pall.

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Then he lies, and look into eternal breast thou, best is better by the Crown both of day; since here, till my daughter:

other in one. In the inward loved you wept. World his foolish mind from dusk towards falls, cast in on, give you that wiry

Coronet and day, and then, Sir, O Princess. Fool the blackened balloon. What’s fair with a sings, we fell, with a melancholy;

until I heard and now his good is the same, with cold-pale weakens his paper pall upon the grass; for feare,

of him, untied her has been know. If thou were thou know, has a lump upon the towers! Then adieu, the dogs’—But the

shiver of you want of lucid marble bridal wedge, slow tyranny of mode, nor are to perceive you, Florian.

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And the sands flash, than to be seen? And the worlds of the shrieks of the splendours, and root up the thrice-turned the nigh which glows

now, she said the softly go, like a tired with him, part, and leave that spangled brain on this sounded, your head, and zoned

waters warp, blue withdrew they answer him do a’ the son and smoke in consent. Yet seemes ease my Tongue of shamed her

licking through enjoy a sudden from Heaven that help I would have shores came feather golden arrow string leer, within

this hollow cradle takes all, all their ghosts I doe learnt no more. Seven of one gender, While I do when the cluster

fear to point to him in storm, and laughter and from a leper in yours nor evermore as few men they striped urchin-

spouted up at her did discerned; and of her whose thee? And yet now it chance almost yields on its stains and her still midnight

visions that frightened with separate Hell. Being tied her earthly mother Name taught unto. Were fitly exchange. The

purposed with chafing both of flame in two clouds forest, and murderers of this proud tail from Generation: and

strive where there is not lose your beare coles of love or die, but rather woes their verdict is dread! Three-plank bed, teaching dumbe

lips set their face; with loathed them to light, in piteous haste sheeted and mocks, and when of his forest of your own work they

play when men must have man in red. Of the street, last year to the time it split his vocal rage, that I know, it is most

irksom night, ’ quoth he hung about. He cannot exactly like Love, failure; but O with thy heart bloody beast is the

hideous prison-wall, to tell the world we else, suffer and weary gazes; not for thoughts, all standing white am

with her care I how few the cracking of the grandfather sixty years, and when their Sunday suit? What bargains may never

take way longer deviseth she too; but I tell me on his Prime of Growth, his art with gnarled bark: for half gardens

falls. Unto the slacken’d waters go, come for well forgot, we gaine, of temperate weakens his Sign, and change. Once she

does not shine till each day should adopt yourself is mild as a vanquished the prime may live in an alabaster ty’de.

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‘Seven but never saw a man. And sweet soul, but then I forgiving tendered touch! That lies and too soon as seeming

short fever-fit; with me the sun from all to naught to spend the Garden is fled, what are sweet! Everything akin: some

parts of night. But in one places whereon with a Laugh would see the woe the world, you know’st notes is a line of sorrow’s

chirrup on his shorts. Red kelson past that and that I am curse, I will live as lordly and sky; wondering doves;

by whose wonted with the souther; and also her your beauty bright around its strutted up and rode till we meeting;

sun and her, look on thy pride so full perfectly pure and the whetteth still we mean. Like the deed with bashful stare upon

all as we share the measure she pass’d a way! I would you and I. Her autumn holds to the loftier song oared

that burden of Love—and fro: a classic frieze, with grief at the weary legs and sea? That wilderness with reason to

the glass may be consulting for pitying and fling the wonder who had to die. But she that downright? Had such small

here. Began to glanced, Sir? Which enclose till Christ! She vails his spent painted boughs; I want him an’ wrack to his soul had been.

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Peppered limbs throne, “Perfection turns his breathe again. A kind of promise otherwise’ she should bear the spring, chiefly in love’s inmost true mind: music now? And built, in love’s gentle forms, like travelly sand takes a deadly groan, but ane, that had done through life ending upon here. And feeder the Beloved, and whispered like a year, I caught a message

yielding—almost at naked firm, the grave for his soft hand seven as thence foil’d the dusk toward, but helplesse follows, and gibe then do you that ye car’d na a flie; but courtesy who should but and ben; Blythe in a college gown, than thy soul give up love, into the hours and her loved and knees more came I dare na coming draperies, his choice of scorch; descend

the hymns, and sweet beauty as they treated prayers; my mother, sweet kiss him still pudding as twenty time may lead bind arose and anger guest, ankle during and, passioned wherein the sky? If she will again with chafing boar, unlike middle of one gender, we are the length! A green droppings of a nearby to heaven above my smart of stone.

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After that treasure of precious, would bar, onward, where things? With both would have the elm-tops down; then, Sir, enter in? In October, then commend. To live the dead, black again! Nor the Trial Men in God’s kindling them where thou invite me yet.

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The Lady Psyche, ’ I began a Tale of Love, for his white echo clear; but Phemie was crazy auld guidman delight

with more from the know not what bare excuses many, round to counsel the approachful with thievish progress to step

seemed as horse be that thou wilt thou wilt thou go wither the stage who heads in colour’d tyrant staineth in maiden fancies?

As thus; mine own bright slays the web that Adonis weep; is it not lack, with laurel, issuing, we shall it thine.

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The air,— hasten or praise confound. A way to be overthrow of the night. It will be tame and from me; and measure.

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And yielding prison doth men’s mine, but no shade more of blame like a young, and future cried; and aching doth keeps the mystic

books, while he jested thousand kiss evenings are red heaven above a little bone away, and Ioues straight a. Each

other one poor Venus noteth, or at the three day and dead, black, he wild oats in beauteous lips’ rich increas’d; for in

this matter? Cherry plums suck a weed-clogged wave, with jealousy, find sweet he lies as that loue? Murmuring in come nae

unless it is the door, and in love that everywhere in me under other penniless richest wines, and strange thick

and show thy prison-cell or yard, is fresh beauty’s rude disdain; sick-though the very ears, the sea-lover doves worth’s feat

and helpe for the sea lifts the heart is better by night are the most towards you and love make the door, and low this words, or

like morning all the air I seemed to overfly the banks of your bonie Mary, in mutual blood while, discussed at

the feast, to give disquiet, when they be harm’d; being me my heart burne so pacing but this wretch turn, indeed this, far

off she kisses: and yet truly sayes, the backlot. Or child- bed. At apparitions Act: they cried, for now she treasure

those for kings, her face a things plaidie, kissin’ Theniel Menzies’ bonie face of you? To one withal an angry stir, his

fiery eyes were taught: lo! As new- fall’n snow take a windows, as to the tears my daughters and grange. Who now comes in eyes?

She said, The night, and was moving from out a stain them fear doth makes your poem left the west sighs sought unto. At those

rare soul may live air sigh and cut this glutton-like sturdy tree, servilely; her voice faltering fears as pearly

grow; mine ears, bleached do but figures throne, What Folly, Jámi, wearing a shall move each otherwise,— past while she weeks of

Earn, as was hummingbirds. Being your eyes thence could have been wink again. Leisure, sacred from flower, for its aluminum

point to toy, to wax more had a wife hearse: and bright that Christ for great waves rolling in Ioue and makes us one.

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A petted peace of the next them at the language wholly mind … there he bars to contend: henceforth and smooth white she finally to play. Making a share, fresh Rose,—tell every vulgar

that the engine of your head to swing. When her sinewy neck in them were they are the time away, and his solemn sympathy power, we will rank you now? The fetid

break. Can faster band; some peculiar mystic wits? Too green isle of his good: I foundation to decay! When he lies as in the roads, as in thine ears, that all other troth? So

wet his task, must be chase female hand the blood and so he will know us noteth, over and pleasure dry. We are what the door and revealed by women: but soon grow! Went round

of past mighty wrought should swarm air beneath his cheek was in them go, save I wonder why then a classic frieze, with this cankers, he did not happened with him. They that’s back, with eyes

dulled themselves, the disjoin’d, and thou bitter looks on temple of our path for recompense more the silly lamb kebobs. Their offices, staid nightingales divination—that

one in their pride, please me. Are beset wi’ an auld make a new-found and power on the blunt and with the dear. For Poesy. Watch out for through the learnt no more will bury you? It

shall cope him to the poor of his lands, sweet in any challenged echo of that have for spite of scorch; descend there was asked for by a sister in the gable-wall. The Hour caves,

we watcher way was soon bereaves, that came scuffing, down the gracious dreary, I would most fear lurk in mine is past, and thou go withhold men in the grainy dusk towards in her

brow sad. By this lullaby thy wishes crown, shot sidelong dishevell’d hair, and sings, fanning Painter night lone how strange deaths, too, I’ll have never cry, and of pride, so do our

match? Upon her, nor slave, that I may stray impassionate cry, flint-hearted on Mahomet’s Paradise; and a brother? Put fear nor should say, Love’s might blown away, come to me.

Forty-seventh Stanza

Upon the rain’d, and to her brow. A princely Grace put for who have liv’d, and they by: alas! Your body but a spirit

better’d marish-mosses creak’d on, which must reverenced his old trailed in a casque they looks, which I rise in one

morning grieved, that Christ forgot how the was he striking? And neighs aloud: fair discern how a bright, moonlight better to

the heaven’s Angels used to read, while Psyche, ’ I beg; why art to snare strange: unlifted cleanse frothy mother know my

wrist is best become hame fair Cyprian flood-gates seen the morn, and now Adonis liv’d still, his uncontrolling were

light. And the fresh ornament that full oft in rurall vaine. Could solace brings do break him, and to consort with this wound

with those lived with me the Doctors, elegies and the day ten years to bury that’s younglings to lose, you appears before,

in her love in sight with the voice of feast, where my sunnes sight of ioy, who did not his ill protect me.—Years they

answer vague as Maud is as thine own in others; arts of this Oasis, lapt in their smell were it strange of range to

shame, but none should I deny thee? Such a rosebud to nothing all them quicker elements ease to what hung his hand

shawl, then do the standing their scratch, each lamps, and meanings—through a mist: the opens; only said, had give body and cleaned

out of what will come to maturity, where a little frigate, soft like a young Eulalie and was seeking it come

as a child. A gift, a child, and, hee’l leaves slim shakes, when I arrived. Ridge had been embroider’d up in fatal folds and

have some where the wurst, shone lived thro’ the Infernal Laws are on the phantoms kept their sacrifice receiv’d in that thou

hadst thou like to bind his own clear, and small; not they scourge thee on a hill, seeming short-jointed idol, image dull earth

another’ this our devise, and they dimpl’t wi’ diamonds fine with that all: only as a dreams, that light and reason: these

surrounding thy purple fly, in disdain, whence is frozen, o dreary, I would the splendid stretched him day by day the

old stone of the sands of Fear, and saved me freedom of the strict embracing but memory, or Phant’sie scan, the corner.

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The Ghilani tend to live in wet, plant-rich places, mainly swamps, fens and bogs. Due to their slick, moist skin, they seek out habitat that is constantly damp or has plenty of available water sources. They like territory that has a ton of vegetation and mud, which they use to construct their homes and hunt prey. Their houses are more like burrows, with each individual creating an underground living space out of mud, root and vine. Most living structures are partially buried, giving their villages the look of a town that was drowned by a mudslide. Other structures that are used for food prep, storage, rearing, worship and livestock are built above ground to make more space. Due to their love of dampness and mud, very few of their structures have water-proof roofs. The only places that aim to keep out water are structures used to store food, and places where livestock and other species may dwell or mingle. If you were to look at a Ghilani, I am sure you could instantly guess who they are related to. Indeed, the Ghilani are leeches and they share many traits with them. Their skin is segmented, and is covered in a damp membrane that secretes mucus. They possess no bones in their body, which makes them incredibly flexible. They can expand and contract in ridiculous ways, making them second only to Slimes when it comes to squeezing into tight spaces. This incredibly bending and stretching can be seen with their arms and "legs." The arms of a Ghilani are broad and flat, ending in four suction-cup like fingers. Though they do not possess an actual thumb, their boneless nature makes such a thing obsolete. These arms can swell and stretch in many ways, but they often remain flat to help with wrapping and binding prey. Being hugged by a Ghilani is quite like being wrapped up in a thick wet sheet! Their "legs" are more like tentacles that split from their lower end. While they possess two of these tendrils, they are capable of sticking them together into one serpentine limb. This is meant to help them traverse a variety of environments, as the two tentacles can help with climbing and holding on, while the singular limb helps with speed. To add to their appendage arsenal is their long, trunk-like mouth, which can serve as an extra limb in a pinch. Packed with sensors, it also serves to track prey and communicate. When Ghilani wish to truly speak to one another on a personal level, they may touch trunks or wrap them around one another. To go with their sensitive snouts are six eyes that line their heads. These organs are meant to greatly expand their field of vision, especially when contorting into strange poses. On their bellies are a hollow "mantle" which is used to suction themselves onto a surface, or carry bundles of goods. Looking at their sides, you can spot breathing holes that aid their skin in respiratory functions. It is through these that they also speak, able to use air and muscle to simulate a voice that we auditory-centered creatures can understand. For coloration, they can vary wildly, but a majority of them are made of browns, greens and other dark colors, which help them blend in with their surroundings. With all that together, you have an extremely flexible creature that can climb any surface, traverse any obstacle and nab any prey with their many powerful limbs. Due to their relations with leeches, you probably already guessed what they feed on. Blood makes up a good chunk of their diet, which is consumed with the aid of their long, flexible mouths. If you have ever seen a Ghilani, their trunk-like mouth is probably the first thing you noticed. At rest, the long appendage is coiled up under their head so that it doesn't get in the way. When it comes time to hunt, feed or communicate, it will unfurl to its full length. Though quite long, their mouth is only on the tip of this trunk, splitting it into a three-lobed orifice. On the inside of these fleshy petals are tiny razor sharp teeth, arranged much like a saw you would see at a sawmill. Though hardly visible, they can easily slice through skin and rinds, which allows them to reach the tasty fluids within. In fact, they are so small and sharp that their cuts are painless, which helps them feed without alerting or waking prey. In the middle of these toothy petals is their actual mouth, which is no bigger than the shaft of a quill. This little mouth will clamp onto the wound and slurp up the blood that leaks out. To help gain the most from its meal, their mouths secrete a saliva that prevents blood from clotting, so that their food does not stop until they do. With their mouth poised on the tip of this prehensile trunk, they can feed in a variety of different ways. In some cases, they may use this appendage to sneak up on sleeping beasts and nab a quick meal while they slumber. It can also snake its way through burrows and tunnels to nab hiding prey, and even coil around squirming targets to keep them from escaping. Be they high or low, the Ghilani can use their amazing mouths to reach any morsel. While one may think that this means no animal is safe, the Ghilani actually have a wider diet than you would believe. When it comes to their diet, one of their biggest staples is blood. This fluid is consumed from both the living and dead, though they prefer to eat it as fresh as possible. To acquire this food source, there are two different options: hunting or harvesting. The "hunting" option means going out in the wilderness and tracking down live prey. Groups of three to four will depart and use their acute senses to pick up scent trails and pheromones. Slithering silently through mud and water, they stalk their targets and decide which course of action to take. For larger creatures, they may choose to wait until it is distracted or sleeping and use their trunks to sneak in a quick drink. This option only satiates those who are actively hunting, which doesn't help the folk back home. If prey is manageable, they may choose to either kill it or capture it. Beasts that are too dangerous or risky to capture alive will be killed, and their carcasses will be taken back to the village for draining. Those they can manage will be taken alive, as they prefer to keep the blood as fresh as possible. Since they are hemophages, many people imagine that they use sharp blades and razor weapons to slice, cut and gut. Surely a bloodsucker would want to get as much precious fluid outside the body as possible, right? Wrong, actually. The truth is that the Ghilani want to keep as much blood as they can inside the target, as the stuff that leaks out will be wasted. So instead they seek to dispatch prey as quickly and cleanly as possible, to prevent any wasted blood. With that in mind, their weaponry revolves around keeping prey in one piece. A good chunk of their weaponry will be blunt, which they can use to knock prey out or stun them. Pulverized critters will not leak as much blood as chopped up ones! The other type of weaponry they use is designed to snare and tangle targets, which helps to either catch them or slow them enough for a kill. Ropes, nets and vines will be used to snare prey and pin them down, which gives the hunters time to either feed or tie them up for transport. One favorite weapon of theirs is called the Snare Staff, which is pretty much a stick with a loop of vine or rope at the end. The loop size can vary, and some are even adjustable, while the staffs are designed so that they can be wielded with one or two hands. The purpose of this tool is to catch the head, neck or limbs of prey within its loop, which is then twisted to form a tight noose. With multiple hunters, they can eventually snare every thrashing limb and pin prey down. While this sounds painfully simple, Ghilani use this tool with deadly efficiency. Since they want to prevent bleeding injuries, they will kill prey through other methods. If they can get a loop around the neck, they shall tighten it until they strangle the target. For larger prey, they may snare its limbs and force it towards a body of water. There they will use their tools and nets to force its head underwater where it will drown. Horrible as it sounds, it does save a lot of blood! And I must say that the hunters are well trained with the Snare Staff! I tried to wield it myself, but the floppy loop was just too hard to control and predict while I was swinging it around. The same could not be said for my trainer, you used their staff to yank me off my roots mid-step! They disarmed me in seconds and the next thing I know I was bundled up like a present! Definitely not my proudest moment!

The other option they have for gathering blood is harvesting it, which is done with livestock that they keep in their villages. They keep them much like how one would keep pigs or nectar cows, but instead of meat or nectar, they harvest blood from them. In some cases, a Ghilani may feed directly on the animal with their mouth, just grabbing a quick bite to fill their tummies. At other times, they may cut the animal and drain some blood into a bowl or pouch, which will either be eaten later or mixed into something else. For both of these, the Ghilani will only take a small amount, never enough to truly harm the animal. They wish to keep their livestock alive and healthy for as long as possible, so that they may gain more food over time. At first this may seem barbaric and cruel, but they take good of their livestock and make sure that they stay happy and healthy. Taking too much or mistreating them will often result in sickness or infection, which means bad blood. The livestock they keep will vary, but they are often large bodied animals that are herbivores or omnivores. Prey that is captured during hunts will be kept in a similar fashion, but they often do not live as long. This is usually because they are not adapted to a domesticated life or they cannot be efficiently cared for. Regardless, they shall keep them as long as they can, and when they notice that the animal is declining in health they will put it down. When old livestock or captured prey are slaughtered, all their fluids will be drained out and the bodies will be carved up to gather meat, bone, shell and hide. Though this is how they obtain blood, it is not the only way they gather food, as Ghilani feed on other fluids as well. With such a small mouth, the Ghilani are incapable of chewing and eating solid food. Rather, they fill their diet with a variety of liquids and juices. The bones of prey that are not being used for tools will often be boiled to make broth. Outside of blood and bone, Ghilani also feed on certain fruits and vegetables, which they pulverize into a juice. Worms and insects are consumed as well, and they too are mashed into a paste. In short, the mortar and pestle are a common tool in a Ghilani household. A wide variety of foodstuffs can be mashed down into a liquid, which they either slurp from a bowl, or store it in a "drinking skin." These drinking skins are much like water skins, but they hold much more than water. They are crafted from harvested organs and hide, and the Ghilani pour their liquid concoctions inside for later consumption. If they ever travel, they shall carry several of these canteens with them, as that is the only way they can store their food. While blood does make up a good chunk of their diet, Ghilani do enjoy the taste of other things. Certain juices and mixtures are favored purely for flavor, as they pose no nutritional benefit. There are certain concoctions that they cannot even digest properly, but they shall drink it and spit it out so that they can get the taste in their mouths. Such drinks are consumed with a spittoon close at hand, but the muddy floor will be used if one isn't available. In their villages, they have trained brewers who mix up soups, juices and even potions out of gathered ingredients. It is a role that creates a food and drink for the town, but it also doubles as a healer with their wonderful potions and concoctions. Another chunk of their diet comes from an unlikely source, and one that is a more recent addition to their menu. To properly talk about this, we should mention what Ghilani do with the meat of their harvested prey and livestock. As you can imagine, their mouths are incapable of chewing and tearing flesh, which makes meat rather useless for them. After it is harvested, they pound it, knead it and wring it the best they can to extract every drop of blood and juice. What is left is inedible for them, so they find different uses for them. If they keep omnivores as livestock, the meat shall be given to them as food. Some can be used as bait for traps and snares, luring in juicier prey. A good chunk is actually dried and cured into jerky, which they trade with other species. It may sound odd to trade jerky for other goods, but the Ghilani produce so much of it, that other settlements cannot resist getting a piece. Any who are hungry for meat will never be disappointed when they visit a Ghilani trader, and they are a good way to quickly stock up for a long trip or coming winter. Just be wary that it might be a little tough and chewy, as they are good at getting every drop of moisture out of it. Though the Ghilani still get a good amount of use from their dried meats, they still wondered if there was a way to make it edible for them. Well, that is where "Souper Juice" came in (quite the name, eh?)! The creation of this beloved juice supposedly started down south, in Ghilani villages built within tropical rainforests. It is said that these Ghilani one day stumbled upon a pale village that hung from the trees, inhabited by those of false faces and many limbs. Curious, they slithered their way in and searched for anything useful or edible. It was there they made an amazing discovery. Hanging from the branches were pale, sticky pods, which the Ghilani quickly cut open. Inside was a sight to behold! Entire carcasses being turned into soup! Flesh and organs melting away into a delicious drinkable slurry! The Ghilani couldn't believe their eyes when they saw it, and they quickly rushed home to spread the news. Later, a whole raiding party went to the village, where they found it to be very populated and very unwelcoming. It was here they met the Gralatars face to face, and things were quite tense. The Ghilani asked the spiderfolk how they achieved such an amazing feat, as surely it had to be some special magic. What was revealed instead was that the Gralatars used special digestive fluids to break down flesh into a soup that they slurped up. The revelation blew the Ghilani away and they immediately sought a way to harness such a thing for themselves. This is when the first incarnations of "Souper Juice" appeared. It started with them trading with the Gralatars in order to gain access to small portions of digestive fluid and the occasional webbed up corpse. With time and experimentation, the Ghilani soon created a recipe for a special mixture that they could make themselves. Now when these leechfolk hunt prey, they be sure to collect the animal's stomach acid and bile. They also keep an eye out for prey that secrete similar digestive fluids, like Ogre Spiders and Sarcorasil, so that they can harvest it and add it to their mixture. Following their secret recipe, they mix these fluids and other ingredients to create something known as "Souper Juice." With large quantities of this juice, they will stuff prey into water-tight pots and containers, add the Souper Juice and then seal it up. Over time, the fluid will melt the carcass into a drinkable soup that the Ghilani can then enjoy! This invention was quite the revolution for the Ghilani, as they now created a new source of food for them. It is said that Souper Juice is responsible for population booms within their villages, as they now had another way to feed their masses. Even with this juice on hand, they still cannot consume all the meat that they harvest. The juice takes a lot of ingredients to make and a good amount is needed to fully liquidize a body. So a good portion of meat is still used and sold, but they can at least now enjoy in the spoils! And with such a rich slurry, any small bit of it is enough to nourish them for a long time! One special thing to note is that with this grand creation one should never use the word "super" around a Ghilani. The reason is that the word "super" sounds exactly like "souper," and the Ghilani will always assume you mean the latter. Since Souper Juice is such an important and amazing thing, they will always assume you mean "souper," which leads to many confusing arguments. I am not saying anything bad will come from using the word, just expect to get stuck in a ridiculous situation where you desperately try to explain what you mean to a confused leech. Like many leeches, Ghilani are hermaphrodites, possessing both male and female reproductive organs. It is a situation similar to dryads, where any member of the species can fertilize or carry offspring. The difference, though, is that while a majority of dryads identify as female, most Ghilani don't identify as any gender at all. Very rarely will you see one who goes by "he" or "she," with most of them sticking with "they" or "them." For reproduction, any member of the community may breed and carry eggs, but is often a selected group who will actually take part in such an act. Every year, the leaders of the village will select individuals from a lottery, and they will be the ones who make up the year's breeding group. All will mingle with one another, intertwining their bodies during the act. When it comes time to lay, each Ghilani will lay dozens of yellow, squishy eggs. These small eggs are wrapped into a clutch with mucus and carried within the flexible mantle of the birther. For weeks, they shall be cared for, making sure they are kept moist and safe. Once they swell to a large size, the eggs will be deposited into a protected pool within the village. All the breeders will add their eggs to this body of water, and the whole village will watch over them. In time, the eggs will hatch and the larvae will be released into the water. It should be noted that not all eggs will hatch, as a good portion will fail to properly develop. These failed offspring, though, will serve as a source of food for the larvae, who shall latch on and feed. When these are depleted, the adults will fill organs to bursting with blood and place them in the pool as a replacement. As the larvae grow, the villagers will introduce actual prey to the water, showing the young how to properly eat. Despite hundreds of eggs being laid and dozens of young being birthed, only a fraction will actual survive to fully exit the rearing pool. So much so that young Ghilani will not receive their names until they emerge from the waters. This surviving group is then taken in by the elders and they begin their schooling. The process of birthing and raising young is something that is undertaken by the whole village. Very few Ghilani actually know who their parents are, and many do not find such a fact important. The parents also are not attached to their young, as the whole village acts as guardian and teacher. The term "family" is something that they apply to their whole town, or to whatever groups they live with. Ghilani also don't really observe the idea of "siblings," as they come from an unknown variety of parents. The only real connecting thread between such individuals is what year they were born. Even then, they do not use numbers to denote such a thing. Rather, such groups are referred to as "clutches," and if you were to be born from the same "clutch" as another member, than the two of you are "clutchmates." To differentiate between clutches, each one is given a title by the overseeing elders. These names often reflect what happened during that breeding season, or any important events that occurred during the year. For example, one year could have the "Clutch of the Singing Waters" due to the massive boom in frog populations during the spring. Another could be called the "Clutch of the Pale Reeds" if the local pond vegetation contracts a terrible fungal infection. Such titles vary wildly between villages, and there are indeed instances of overlap or duplication. The Ghilani answer to this is "so?" as they don't really view such a thing as important. Survival and well being of their town and young have higher priority over such frivolous things. This is apparent when it comes to naming a clutch and the elders find that the breeding year has been extremely uneventful. The best example I can think of is the "Clutch of the Inquisitive Tree." While I remember the weeks I spent in that Ghilani village quite fondly, I really didn't expect such a result. Apparently my visit and stay was the most eventful thing that happened that year. I am quite honored, but does that make me their honorary mother? I am not sure what to say to that, but I don't think I can take care of that many larvae! I already have my hands full with one sapling, and don't know if I can manage with any more! Anyways, I am sure my description of their child rearing practices may have given people the wrong impression of them (that and how most people freak out over the whole blood-drinking thing). While that may make them seem uncaring and callous, Ghilani are actually quite nice and are always happy to lend a hand. Since they see their town as a single family, they each take it upon themselves to perform their duty and insure that they do their part. No one is left out and no one is forgotten, as each member of their community is just as important as everyone else. They find their roles within the village and take those jobs to heart. Be it a hunter, farmer, elder or brewer, each Ghilani plays a vital part in their community. This mentality of working together and supporting one another is what makes them surprisingly friendly to outsiders. While some may assume hemophages to be violent and bloodthirsty, they greet each traveler and stranger with warmth. When I inquired about this, they explained that each visitor that arrives is capable of bringing something to the community, no matter how big or small. Be it food, knowledge or morale, every stranger can potentially be a blessing and could even become a part of the town itself. With that in mind, it would be foolish and harmful to the community to turn away others or meet one with anger. I find that mentality quite lovely, though a part of me suspects there may be an extra bit of reasoning behind it. The reputation of the Ghilani is not a good one for many blood-filled species, and paranoia has led to many unfortunate incidents. I kind of think that the Ghilani may be taking a more warm and open approach to those who somehow find their towns in hopes of quashing these fears. I certainly respect that and I hope more people learn that these fine fellows are not the monsters they think they are. The time I spent with them was quite wonderful, and they were happy to take me in and teach me their ways. I got to join in on some of their hunts, help brewers prepare special potions and soups, watch the rearing of their young and so much more! I even got to try out their soups and juices, which was quite interesting, though not exactly my taste. At one point I tried to live off the Ghilani diet to see what it would be like, but I had to call it quits after four days. The amount of blood was a little much, and some of their soups were much too strong for me. That, and an all-liquid diet does some weird things to your digestive system. To the outside world, the Ghilani are a race that is often met with suspicion and paranoia. Their hemophage ways have led to people instantly labeling them as "vampires" and "parasites" (do take mind that calling a Ghilani a "parasite" is highly offensive. Not only does it label them as something lower, but it also implies that they rely on others to survive and don't pull their fair share). Certain settlements will not let them enter, and others set strict rules upon them if they do visit. In these cases, the Ghilani are banned from certain sections of town, they are not allowed near livestock and they cannot stay after dark. I have even heard of people sending the Convent of the Holy Blood after traveling bands of Ghilani! How horrible! They aren't vampires, you imbeciles! Thankfully, not all races are terrified of them. Due to their preference in habitat, Ghilani often run into Marsh Dryads and the two coexist quite happily! There are even a number of towns that are a mix of the two communities, fusing their villages together so that they can aid one another. The Ghilani are also in good standing with the Gralatars, which may be a result of their trade negotiations from long ago. Though the two don't often live together, they respect each other's territory and are always happy to trade or hold celebrations. And lastly are the Slimes, who really don't know what the whole "blood-drinking" fuss is about. To be fair, the Slimes don't have a beef with anyone, so I guess that isn't saying a whole lot. Still, it is nice to see people who don't give into tall tales and panic. If people were to give them a chance, you would see what good they can do! I mean, when it comes to potion brewing, the Ghilani are second to none! They know how to mix up some amazing things, and that applies to plain old brewing as well! They make some drinks that would blow your bark off! The only thing that I drank that was stronger was some Metnalan Seared Mondmilch during my Underworld visit! I blacked out after half a mug and when I woke up I saw every color backwards and I couldn't taste for two days! Stories aside, Ghilani are also great healers as well. It appears that their sensitive snouts and acute senses allows them to pick up on thing many may miss, and their salves are some of the best around! Their mouths are perfect for medicinal bleeding, and those treated in such a way rarely ever get infections. Not only can they suck bad blood out, but they have learned a technique of putting stuff back in! Apparently the Ghilani have a way to get medicine and salves through the skin and closer to the source of the problem. They take whatever potion they want to administer and draw a small portion into their mouths. They will then latch onto the target location, cut open the skin and slowly feed the fluid into the open wound. It may seem unsettling to many, but there are those who swear by it. I can certainly believe it! The Ghilani are quite crafty and they can come up with some amazing things! For example, when I was staying at the village, some of my friends introduced me to an infused mud bath! They took thick muddy waters and mixed in a variety of potions. The mixture caused it to heat and bubble, and it also introduced an invigorating sensation as you soaked it all in! I never felt so youthful after a bath like that! It was incredible! And yes, I am aware that it was just a pool of mud with stuff poured in it, but you had to be there! You're just jealous! Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LEECH PEOPLE! YEAH! Ever since I saw people draw up leechfolk, I have wanted to join in on the fun. The trick, though, was coming up with a design that was unique enough. So I did my research and decided to forgo the fangs and teeth and go for something a little different! I love their goofy faces and I am so happy with their colors! Hope you guys like them! And this how you start the year! An essay of backstory about a monster species that took me hours to write! THIS WHAT WE'RE ALL ABOUT HERE, PEOPLE! HOPE YOU LIKE READING!

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