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thinking about how me n kakashi n gai sleep. how the mattress is hard because none of us are used to the soft foam anymore. the bedsheets are mine: pastel fruits or something patterned. gai is the biggest spoon most often with me in the middle facing kakashi and him facing me. kashi sleeps with his face buried in my neck, arm wrapped tight around my waist while gai reaches under my head to run his hand through kashi's hair. all our legs are tangled together, overlapping and all desperately trying to drag eachother closer.
thinking about my bad days when kashi will come home from a mission to see me halfway into an episode and he'll just let me lay on his chest, alternating between sleep and gazing listlessly into space.
thinking about kashi's bad days when everything is too much and he just needs to let go so gai takes him running laps around konoha until he's almost passed out and i remove as much stimulation from our bedroom as possible so when they get back and kashi buries his face in one of our chests, he's not kept awake by the noise of the fan or the sunlight filtering in.
after the war, thinking about gai's bad days and how patient me n kashi are, how we're gentle and careful not to put too much pressure on him. how i'll stay the whole day bed with him just talking or just sitting in silence, holding his hand as the pain flares up again. how kashi helps me carry gai when he can't ambulate to the bathroom, how gai sleeps curled into kashi's chest.
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Somewhat inspired by the whislash post.
Whats your ranking for operators you are most definetely absouletely not horny about?
Thou art a fool in truth, for thou hast sought forbidden knowledge, locked far beyond thy ken, and in thine folly thou hast unleashed forces that are best kept sealed away, and the desolation that thy words and deeds hath wrought upon the land can be redeemed only through cleansing flame, or perhaps a great deluge, that might yet scourge away the impurities left by the vile touch of what is absolutely not mine carnal lust.
Oh, boy. I had to think about this one for a bit. Not to figure out who I should rank, but to figure out precisely where they belong. Fortunately, there's a cool sorter tool here that helped me out a bit.
I'll be ranking the operators based solely on the primary factors that would never, ever make a good Christian boy like me horny in any way, which means things like appearance, voice, personality, characterization, etc. will be important, while I'll mostly pass over things like gameplay value or role in the narrative unless they somehow tie in with the other factors I mentioned. I'll also only be ranking playable operators, because that's what the question asked for and this will probably be long enough as it is.
Nearl: Margaret Nearl tops (heh) this list because there is absolutely no way anything about a tall assertive busty blonde onee-san-type with a kind and caring personality, the resolve to fight for her cause despite all the opposition, a deep, sexy voice, and the combat skills to tear armed men apart with her bare hands could ever make a pure young man like me want to dick her down on my kitchen table.
Siege: Siege was actually the reason I got into Arknights. One of my friends baited me in by calling her Saber Lion, which worked well enough that I rerolled like 20 times for her. She was my first pot 6 operator, my first E2, and my first M9 90. She was first on my list for the longest time as well, but then Hypergryph released Near Light and Lowlight personally flew to Texas to hit me in the face with the "HORSE HOT" stick and then continued beating the shit out of me while I lay on the ground in agony. I like Siege for reasons similar to Margaret, but she also comes with a punk aesthetic and that deliciously wild and messy ponytail. Her operator files describe her combat style as "fierce and sometimes reckless", which is nice because feral women make my neurons activate. I will never accept "Vina" over "Verna" as the official translation of her name, though. Fuckin Altria shit all over again.
Schwarz: If I were the type of filthy degenerate who wanted to be dominated by a woman (I am, of course, not a degenerate of any type), Schwarz would be very high on my list of candidates. I like her voice, her outfits, her color scheme, those golden eyes that pierce right through me, the cold, stoic personality with just a hint of warmth and kindness that can be drawn out if you put in the work and dig deep enough... Also, she's a total badass who can take on dudes like Hellagur. I like badasses, and I was a big fan of her scenes in her event and the Rainbow 6 crossover.
Gladiia: Tall fish mommy tall fish mommy tall fish mommy tall fish mommy. Lady Maria is my favorite Bloodborne Character and Gladiia is basically Fish Maria, so like... she was a hit the moment I saw her design. I want her to lecture me for my mistakes and then praise me when I fix them. Tall, regal, warrior-types utterly destroy me.
Hoshiguma: In awe at the size of this lass. As a proud short king, I feel a natural attraction to tall queens, and Hoshi is as tall as tall queens get in Arknights. She also has sick abs, a huge rack, a nice voice, a kind, caring, laid-back personality that nonetheless does not prevent her from fucking people up when given sufficient reason to, and one of my favorite aesthetics in Arknights. As I am not a pathetic wretch tormented by unholy lusts, women in leather (and particularly leather pants and jackets) have no effect on me whatsoever, but I admit that I appreciate Hoshiguma's looks regardless. Also, women on motorcycles are very, very cool. Being a cop is an unfortunate downside, but I'm willing to graciously look past that.
Skadi: Didi Didi Didi Didi Didi! Long, flowing hair, a nice hat, nicer booba, and deep care for others hidden behind a stoic exterior make Skadi very appealing. A great shortcut to getting me to like a character is giving them a cool hat, and the Abyssal Hunters deliver in spades. I also really like her no thoughts head empty approach to life, it has some great comedy moments. Skadi's not stupid, she's just so freaking good at violence that she defaults to it even when it's not the ideal solution to a problem.
Whislash: I WANNA BE IN THE CAVALRY WHEN THEY SEND ME OFF TO WAR! Margaret edges out her Auntie because something about her Guard form's art makes her look incredibly handsome and I like her personality more, but Whislash is still great - busty blonde onee-san-type with an assertive personality that's really sweet underneath it all. I wonder if y'all have figured out how I feel about strong women yet. Sadly, she lacks her niece's healing Arts, meaning that unlike Margaret, once she claws my back to shreds, she can't just fix it up. Alas.
Blaze: Tall busty boisterous onee-san-type, likes fighting and drinking and having lots of fun. I'm shy and introverted and not particularly socially adept, so someone willing to coax me out of my shell and help me get out of my comfort zone in ways I wouldn't normally is automatically attractive. On top of that, Blaze is a sweetie and very dedicated to making the world a better place for the Infected, and I love that kind of conviction and drive.
Saria: Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Like Schwarz but less gentle, somehow. Funnily enough, Saria didn't quite slam me in the face with her attractiveness until her Law skin released and hammered me directly in my weakness for military/pseudomilitary uniforms. Nice voice, same type of kindness hidden beneath coldness as several others on this list, HUGE dommy mommy vibes, and incredible combat skill would make my heart beat faster if I were the type of disgusting pig who felt those sorts of things.
Gavial: I don't know what it is, but I've always thought that Gavial's art is really pretty, to the point that I was more excited about getting her than I was about getting a Medic that wasn't Hibiscus when I got her from the credit shop, and then the Great Chief Returns event decided to make the croc hotter. I like her voice, thin tails are the best, and I am very appreciative of sporty girls. It's hard to get sportier than Miss "I will defeat Nian in a rock climbing contest to get her medical data" Gavial.
Bagpipe: Bagpipe was pretty enough as it was, but then her race queen skin dropped and she somehow got hotter. I am very weak to dragon girls, even more so if they have big boobs and super strength, and the combination of Bagpipe's codename and her origins as a farm girl is a wellspring of innuendo and double entendre. Truly a gift to the type of man I most certainly am not. As a bonus, the fact that she grew up a country girl means she's likely to be aroused instead of weirded out when I tell her about my massive gun collection (women are frequently aroused when I talk, of course, but somehow they don't usually respond positively to information about my extensive home armory or the survivalist compound I built in the Texas backcountry) and enjoy driving down dirt roads in my lifted pickup truck (complete with truck nuts!).
Ch'en: Honestly, I thought Ch'en was a bit of a bitch early on, but she got some really fantastic character depth and development that took her from unironically annoying to someone whose scolding would give me an erection if I had not transcended beyond the need for such things through the power of prayer and meditation. Female Tourist C's design was fantastic and I think it's really funny that Miss Super Serious Police Lady has always gone around in short shorts. It's like her power level goes down if her thighs are covered... not that I'm complaining. While her Sniper form's E2 art does make her look a bit like bluer Blaze, she still looks fantastic and I'm a huge fan of the way Arknights has portrayed her character growth and struggles. Great voice, too. Mmm... Wanna pull her hair. Just a little.
Texas: Wolfgirls make me howl, or would if I were susceptible to desire. Wolves have always been my favorite animal, and I'm also a pretty big fan of girls, so combining the two is a recipe for success. I like Texas in particular both because of her name and because she's really, really pretty. I love the red undertones or whatever they are in her hair in her E2 art. Also, they just gave her a skin that made her hotter.
Indra: Feral punchtiger. Love the fact that they weren't afraid to give her scars. She's a warrior through and through. Strong, tough, confident, fantastic aesthetic, incredibly loyal and loving (to the point where her profile states that she exemplifies the spirit of chivalry better than many of the actual knights of Kazimierz), friendly and affectionate... Yeah, Indra's great. So is her voice.
Lappland: Also feral and wild. Good voice, skilled in combat, nice aesthetic. Really interested in learning about her backstory with Texas. I want her to bite me. I want to bite her back.
Meteorite: Tall, blonde, busty... Have y'all figured out my type yet? She also looks really, really gorgeous in her skin's art.
Horn: Blonde Blaze and also a wolfgirl. If I hadn't previously attained full control over my flesh cage's hormones, she would send them into overdrive. Awoo.
Mostima: I have a hard time explaining why I like Mostima so much, to be honest. To start with, she's gorgeous. I also like seeing the way her relationship with the Doctor develops in her talk lines. I am very fond of slowly thawing ice queens.
Surtr: I like redheads. I like them a lot. Unfortunately, Surtr is carried almost purely by her design, because her personality and characterization isn't much to write home about. Luckily for her, being a redheaded devil girl gains her a lot of ground as it is.
Mudrock: She's six feet tall and jacked, idc what her profile says. She's very pretty, but also very weird. Since I'm also a bit of a weirdo, I have a soft spot for her, and I respect the hell out of her commitment to fighting for the Infected.
Saileach: Based on everything else I've said so far, I have absolutely no idea why Dragon Jeanne D'Arc would appeal to me. None whatsoever. /s
Provence: Wolfgirl with a sweet personality, 2 nice skins, and a big fluffy tail. Her environmentalist convictions make a very interesting character trait since that's an important issue to me as well. She also likes cleaning, apparently, which is great because I fucking hate cleaning but am happy to do other things like cook and carry shopping bags on Provence's frequent shopping trips.
Specter: Feral shark. Provides emotional support and also buzzsaw. Has nice tits and a nicer hat. I love the way her sane version is so boisterous and ready for a brawl. Not the biggest fan of her canonical foul mouth because I was taught not to ever, ever curse as a child (guess how well that worked) and still have an involuntary emotional reaction to being bombarded with profanity. Still think Specter's great though, and is absolutely the fun kind of unhinged.
Franka: Franka be thicc. She's cute, fun-loving, and one of the better parts of the early story chapters.
Liskarm: Also one of the better parts of the early story chapters. Liskarm is cute and I like her dynamic with Franka.
Swire: Endearing rich dork. Swire is very pretty and a sweetie at heart. I'm a sucker for her stockings.
Gitano: Pretty deer pretty deer pretty deer. She was one of my early casters and I have a certain fondness for her, and also just think she looks fantastic in her art.
Dobermann: Tough, stoic hardass instructor who nevertheless cares deeply, who will push me to be my best without ever pushing me beyond my limits? Yes, please. Also, she has a whip, shows her midriff, and her skin would make me want her to step on me even more if I were into that sort of thing. Tl;dr I'm gonna make Dobermann a Dobermomm.
Gravel: Very cute, would kill for me, and gives kissies. What else could I need?
W: Great tits, gives off serious "dommy mommy" vibes and equally serious "obnoxious little shit that needs to be put in her place" vibes. Schrodinger's Sarkaz.
Meteor: Horse MILF with nice abs. Very pretty.
Shining: Demon MILF with nice tits. Very pretty. Also love the way she's a total badass and yet has chosen to be a healer, along with the way she just kinda... kept showing up in the Kazimierz arc and everyone was like "oh fuck oh shit we gotta get out of here" and Shining's just like ":)"
Eunectes: Not actually the biggest fan of Zumama's base art, but her her skin... whoa, boy. Whoever designed that one is extremely cultured and intelligent.
Ling: The Sui sisters are all very attractive, but they're further down on my list than some others because I don't think I'd be particularly compatible with any of them in terms of personality. Dusk is too reclusive even for me, Ling has issues with alcohol, and Nian is just a bit of a brat. Unfortunately, the fact that Ling is fantastically gorgeous is not enough to overcome my intense distaste for alcohol and drunkenness.
Dusk: See above with Ling. Dusk is very pretty, but I have enough trouble forcing myself to get out of my room and go do things as it is. Dating Dusk would mean spending my entire life as a shut-in.
Nian: Nian would fucking pour ghost pepper sauce down my throat while I was sleeping.
Kal'tsit: I used to just find Kal'tsit annoying, but then A Walk in the Dust came around and she was blessed with three new outfits, so now she's both hot and annoying and I have to reconcile the fact that she looks ridiculously sexy in all three of them with the fact that my brain immediately starts playing phone line hold music on loop every time she opens her mouth.
Robin: Something about Robin arouses my protective instincts. I want to hug her and cuddle her and tell her that everything will be okay.
Quercus: Thicc kitty.
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Honorable Mentions:
Mountain: While I don't personally want to fuck Mountain, his art makes it very clear that someone did. Man's got forearms the size of my torso idek how he bends his arms. Dude is literally just muscle. Either his artist or whoever gave his artist directions really wanted to just get fuckin railed by the Frosted Flakes mascot.
Jessica: I'm not normally as attracted to the retiring types as I am to the bolder ladies, but less assertive girls are great too. Jessica is stacked, sweet, and shy, and I could use a sugar mama because the company that rents my apartment to me seems to believe its sole purpose is to suck money out of my bank account like some kind of oversized leech.
Hellagur: Hellagur's a very pretty man, and I love the way he's kind, wise, mischievous, and badass at the same time. Would definitely go down on him, just gotta say "no homo" first, cuz otherwise it'd be gay.
Skyfire: Furry Rin.
SilverAsh: He's pretty and so obviously horny for the Doctor that I can't help but want to give him sloppy toppy in return.
Beanstalk: Beanstalk's too petite for my normal tastes but she makes it on this list anyway specifically so I can make inappropriate "professional breeder" jokes.
Pramanix: Pramanix seems very soft and cuddly. I want to hug her.
Sideroca: Massive mommy milkers. Moo.
Broca: I am currently trying my best to lick his abs. I said "no homo" first tho, so we good.
Blemishine: I'm not actually convinced she's legal, and some of the information we've gotten previously leaves me with a sneaking suspicion she is specifically not.
Utage: Her (swimsuit) design is objectively extremely horny, but high schoolers are a bit below my preferred age range.
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Gifts or Curses
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FFxivWrite2022 Day 7 Prompt Pawn
Art thou a pawn or master of thy own fate, what hath thou wrought with thine own hand mortal?
Midgardsormr sneered at the Roegadyn before him.
He intended then to leave but ere he could dissipate she snatched him out of the air and pulled his face in front of hers green eyes flashing with anger. “Listen here dragon I am dealing with your presence but now is not the time to mock me. And I swear to all of the Twelve if what you did to the blessing is responsible for Moen’s death….”
He then felt remorse as he realized she was grieving for the fallen woman, Nay child even if thy blessing was accessible, due to thy mistress weakness, I believe the outcome would have been the same.
Nimble Rabbit stared at him for a moment longer then released him. Her shoulders still taught with anger she then slammed her fist into the stone of the wall and snarled, “Then what in seven hells use is it? Why the hell was I gifted with this damn thing if it fails me when I need it most? Why Hydaleyn!!”
Midgardsormr looked on with sorrow, wishing he could give her the answers she seeked. He himself did not truly understand what the entity intended.
His mind went unbidden to his flight from the dragon star. His seven eggs held tightly against him in that vast cold desperate to keep them warm so they might survive. Every star he passed was dead or dying. All of them had one thing in common: a small, avid creature black as night streaking in the sky and an overwhelming sense of despair and sorrow. He had seen this on the Dragon Star too as he fled. He flew as fast and as far as he could, his fiery mane extinguishing in the relentless cold of space until finally he saw a world bathed in life, in aether and he descended.
Only to be met by a strange humanoid being who was overtly powerful at the edge of a lake brimming with life and aether. Deep down he despaired for he knew if she chose to fight him he’d have not the strength to win and that would be the end for his brood.
“I beg of thee allow us to remain, mine children and I. Far we have flown and this…this is the only star not beset by death or destruction.” he called wishing that his voice were stronger but to no avail his flight had severely weakened him. He only preyed that the metal monstrosity that has brought his home star's end had not managed to fully follow him here to this glowing jewel of a star.
The entity looked upon him, compassion filling her brilliant blue gaze and she then stated, “I ask for a few deeds in return for thy sanctuary. First, thou art to defend this lake, for it is the source of all magic here on Etheirys. Thy eggs may bathe in these waters as well so they know life and strength. In return for this I ask they become stewards to this star, defending it and protecting it from harm. Finally there will come a day when a being will stand before you. She will bear my mark, a glowing shield of protection. When this occurs you will have to seal away this,” she waved a hand and a glowing ward appeared with multiple elemental crystals anchoring it. “It will not be hard to sense within her being. Once you have sealed it away, travel with her, test her, if she is strong enough your binds will release and she shall shine brighter than she did when you met my sweet spark. Agree to these terms and a life here on Etheirys shall be thine and thy children’s.”
Midgardsormr pondered her conditions, part of him wanted to refuse for she all but asked him to be in servitude in exchange for sanctuary and yet, was that too large a price to pay? Would he allow his pride to deny him and his children what seemed to be their only chance for survival? He could tell this entity truly felt for his plight there was no underlying malice, no ill intent she well and truly was offering him sanctuary in exchange for these deeds.
“If this by thy terms then I agree, for my children's sake. Though I will say, the choice to defend this star is theirs, and theirs alone to make. I will not bind them to such ere they are hatched. I Midgardsormr shall make this covenant with thee…”
“Hydaelyn '' she responded, giving him a warm smile, “ And I accept thy terms as well. Now let me welcome thee and thy children to thy new home Midgardsormr.” With that she held a stave before her and he felt aether surge from the lake surrounding him as it did he felt his essence tie into that of the lakes the source and as it did his vigor returned. Roaring in joy he then set about placing his eggs carefully in the lake itself eager for them to draw upon its strength so they would grow strong.
Midgardsormr then shook himself from his reprieve. In the years that followed he time and again wondered if it had truly been the right choice to do as Hydaelyn bid. When his eldest Bahaumt fell to the foul Alagans and then his eldest daughter Tiamat to the whispers of the cursed Ascians and then fettered by her own guilt. The day Azdaja disappeared into that voidgate leaving behind Vrtra to grieve and worry. When Ratatoskr was murdered by mortals and his son Nidhogg lost his sense to rage, grief and guilt. The pain and agony of his own death to the cursed airship. Had it truly been worth it? Was this really the last bastion of hope or had he simply cursed himself and his brood to death and despair in a different form?
These questions had danced in his mind for many ages and he felt a kinship for this Chosen of Hydaelyn for she too was granted a boon only for it to feel like a curse. Deep down he was still unsure. He knew not exactly what Hydaelyn had planned for him or for this mortal. But he did know she needed to hear something at this time.
I know not why thy mistress granted thee the blessing nor why she agreed to allow me and mine to remain on this star. But this I do know, despair will get thee no answers. Do not give into it and stay strong if for no other than thyself. Midgardsormr stated the diminutive dragon flying over and landing upon her shoulder.
Nimble Rabbit then looked at him and nodded, “Aye ye have the right o it. To despair is to give up. An I was raised te fight te the bitter end. Thank ye Midgardsormr I needed te hear that. And sorry fer grabbing ye like that.”
I am sturdier than thou thinks and I did goad thee. Never mind past is past look to the future child he stated then dissipated before she got more sentiment out of him.
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Siena - Algernon Charles Swinburne
Inside this northern summer's fold
The fields are full of naked gold,
Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves;
The green veiled air is full of doves;
Soft leaves that sift the sunbeams let
Light on the small warm grasses wet
Fall in short broken kisses sweet,
And break again like waves that beat
Round the sun's feet.
But I, for all this English mirth
Of golden-shod and dancing days,
And the old green-girt sweet-hearted earth,
Desire what here no spells can raise.
Far hence, with holier heavens above,
The lovely city of my love
Bathes deep in the sun-satiate air
That flows round no fair thing more fair
Her beauty bare.
There the utter sky is holier, there
More pure the intense white height of air,
More clear men's eyes that mine would meet,
And the sweet springs of things more sweet.
There for this one warm note of doves
A clamour of a thousand loves
Storms the night's ear, the day's assails,
From the tempestuous nightingales,
And fills, and fails.
O gracious city well-beloved,
Italian, and a maiden crowned,
Siena, my feet are no more moved
Toward thy strange-shapen mountain-bound:
But my heart in me turns and moves,
O lady loveliest of my loves,
Toward thee, to lie before thy feet
And gaze from thy fair fountain-seat
Up the sheer street;
And the house midway hanging see
That saw Saint Catherine bodily,
Felt on its floors her sweet feet move,
And the live light of fiery love
Burn from her beautiful strange face,
As in the sanguine sacred place
Where in pure hands she took the head
Severed, and with pure lips still red
Kissed the lips dead.
For years through, sweetest of the saints,
In quiet without cease she wrought,
Till cries of men and fierce complaints
From outward moved her maiden thought;
And prayers she heard and sighs toward France,
"God, send us back deliverance,
Send back thy servant, lest we die!"
With an exceeding bitter cry
They smote the sky.
Then in her sacred saving hands
She took the sorrows of the lands,
With maiden palms she lifted up
The sick time's blood-embittered cup,
And in her virgin garment furled
The faint limbs of a wounded world.
Clothed with calm love and clear desire,
She went forth in her soul's attire,
A missive fire.
Across the might of men that strove
It shone, and over heads of kings;
And molten in red flames of love
Were swords and many monstrous things;
And shields were lowered, and snapt were spears,
And sweeter-tuned the clamorous years;
And faith came back, and peace, that were
Fled; for she bade, saying, "Thou, God's heir,
Hast thou no care?
"Lo, men lay waste thine heritage
Still, and much heathen people rage
Against thee, and devise vain things.
What comfort in the face of kings,
What counsel is there? Turn thine eyes
And thine heart from them in like wise;
Turn thee unto thine holy place
To help us that of God for grace
Require thy face.
"For who shall hear us if not thou
In a strange land? what doest thou there?
Thy sheep are spoiled, and the ploughers plough
Upon us; why hast thou no care
For all this, and beyond strange hills
Liest unregardful what snow chills
Thy foldless flock, or what rains beat?
Lo, in thine ears, before thy feet,
Thy lost sheep bleat.
"And strange men feed on faultless lives,
And there is blood, and men put knives,
Shepherd, unto the young lamb's throat;
And one hath eaten, and one smote,
And one had hunger and is fed
Full of the flesh of these, and red
With blood of these as who drinks wine
And God knoweth, who hath sent thee a sign,
If these were thine."
But the Pope's heart within him burned,
So that he rose up, seeing the sign,
And came among them; but she turned
Back to her daily way divine,
And fed her faith with silent things,
And lived her life with curbed white wings,
And mixed herself with heaven and died:
And now on the sheer city-side
Smiles like a bride.
You see her in the fresh clear gloom,
Where walls shut out the flame and bloom
Of full-breathed summer, and the roof
Keeps the keen ardent air aloof
And sweet weight of the violent sky:
There bodily beheld on high,
She seems as one hearing in tune
Heaven within heaven, at heaven's full noon,
In sacred swoon:
A solemn swoon of sense that aches
With imminent blind heat of heaven,
While all the wide-eyed spirit wakes,
Vigilant of the supreme Seven,
Whose choral flames in God's sight move,
Made unendurable with love,
That without wind or blast of breath
Compels all things through life and death
Whither God saith.
There on the dim side-chapel wall
Thy mighty touch memorial,
Razzi, raised up, for ages dead,
And fixed for us her heavenly head:
And, rent with plaited thorn and rod,
Bared the live likeness of her God
To men's eyes turning from strange lands,
Where, pale from thine immortal hands,
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Psalm 62:11 God hath spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power belongeth unto God.
Matthew 28:18 And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.
Psalm 147:5 Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.147:6 The LORD lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.
Jeremiah 32:17 Ah Lord GOD! behold, thou hast made the heaven and the earth by thy great power and stretched out arm, and there is nothing too hard for thee:
Ephesians 1:19 And what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe, according to the working of his mighty power,1:20 Which he wrought in Christ, when he raised him from the dead, and set him at his own right hand in the heavenly places,1:21 Far above all principality, and power, and might, and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this world, but also in that which is to come:
Isaiah 40:25 To whom then will ye liken me, or shall I be equal? saith the Holy One.40:26 Lift up your eyes on high, and behold who hath created these things, that bringeth out their host by number: he calleth them all by names by the greatness of his might, for that he is strong in power; not one faileth.
1 Chronicles 29:11 Thine, O LORD is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all.29:12 Both riches and honour come of thee, and thou reignest over all; and in thine hand is power and might; and in thine hand it is to make great, (and to give strength unto all).
Luke 10:17 And the seventy returned again with joy, saying, Lord, even the devils are subject unto us through thy name.10:18 And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven.10:19 Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.10:20 Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven.
Nahum 1:3 The LORD is slow to anger, and great in power, and will not at all acquit the wicked: the LORD hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet.1:4 He rebuketh the sea, and maketh it dry, and drieth up all the rivers: Bashan languisheth, and Carmel, and the flower of Lebanon languisheth.1:5 The mountains quake at him, and the hills melt, and the earth is burned at his presence, yea, the world, and all that dwell therein.1:6 Who can stand before his indignation? and who can abide in the fierceness of his anger? his fury is poured out like fire, and the rocks are thrown down by him.1:7 The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.
Romans 8:31 What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?
Deutoromy 32:39 See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal: neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand.32:40 For I lift up my hand to heaven, and say, I live for ever.32:41 If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me.32:42 I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall devour flesh; and that with the blood of the slain and of the captives, from the beginning of revenges upon the enemy.32:43 Rejoice, O ye nations, with his people: for he will avenge the blood of his servants, and will render vengeance to his adversaries, and will be merciful unto his land, and to his people.
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“Then abate, as all the woods about to go then, Love,”
A ballad sequence
1
If we were first stale down as lovers,
rather the house they
bene hert doth breed a loathing
over his courage; for
others can young JESSIE seek us:
lights her. Then abate,
as all the woods about to go
then, Love, that he’llsay nought
at once more on a trifle—an
old songs in the sweet side
by side, the very many thousand
Heaven; and ioye, for
loue in alt, or red without you
until preferment, which
further through to see you: go. But
in they say the length, nor
knowledge, whose blest friend shook the night
and those threw his art made
you never be; I will speak; and
trust. Cleave her heat were emong,
all along to circumstance
and stood up and rise, and
light away—that the same occasions:
the parish guardian
know right. Our Mother sumptuous
Shout of Soldiers, or
called across vibes. To speak; if not
all unlike—it seem of
a somewhat like peace of the guy
of you, in her fixt my
feet bene of some sense of grief
of all true thy water,
came round a slight use; such amber
keep, to shame, and makers
of a former’s difficult to
testify the same we
are smoke in one single personal
life. Is it in vain,
here’s none to love from me remov’d,
being bitter worship
him, and we entered with your
eyes of your colourless
fancied you sit fore your native
beards swayne, nor do I for
a fairy horn thro’ his dusky
doors, dispensed to wretched
like as these answer form some pleasures
for three tale has been
his valet, whose medled with his
mistress might of her kind
comfort her, but her we had sprouted,
as in danger inuests
hot, and gives the grave, and
several went wrought to say
on the man, when fraught to her to
weep it: for lovers fall.
2
When I feel thy sweet self-interest’
meaning. The loser
to a flame, and the world was weak
poisoned cry I should be
known, the hills, and gold to cry for
you away. Each life of
thee. But Psyche, she read, till at
once the speede him safe in
high nor ever. Good name; your windows.
Trust medium hit
twixt a miracle of Sikander;
and woes the issue,
goes, all round him. Now by my Evill
die tonight and bent.
To selfe known, had you in marble,
I need have refuse the
rough yonder more short-hand perplexing
wave of mine. Long agoe:
for it were, seemed to come when deeps,
and heretofore: he whole
centuries of life hath beene when
he love your naked trees.
Where, like a stake, and at the grounder
will with what is t?
3
They say that what is one: the waves.
—And well, smiling purple
island-sides, naked as they shall
be bought her; then the writing
in nomenclature of love’s
anger inuests will be
fain; who do love go by, but where
so divinest Art’s or
temple leaves a shining with stay
rather distance. In still
on roses they han soldiery,
sudden to ourself his
dames less from the Sunne, thou snares a
Coronall: or their country’s
verge. But the Vision grew. For
the revives; amaz’d, she
set her lists were a face be wise
and the should die: till love
me, nor did his wings I do but
looked. The laws of perfect.
Your Beauty your fury through she
did not such hints from me
remov’d, be better hemisphere
his place it had love when
thou wilt send; it is not to be
before than poor soul! It’s
an ideal likely figur’d, as
the gourd overscored,
while giue thy wife, they han thy rock
and fled, as no great friar
as remember, she reverence
back … I am thine—
but. And ever drove the race, a
great elect, where we live
nose, from this is what we poore Eve
had; and of all the same
tune. And all their Strength the hear a
trumpet in this. To draw
my sweet self, but she helpless had
wheeled through so they cannot
then an heir ill hauiour garres that
know the walks, and quit, and
that have closed behind the sob took
upon our bones, and dances,
when his actions and sang with
Latonaes seede, ready
of winter’s drifting stars twire not
appear, to choose, I smote
him this darken’d it, who ruine am
with greater fires; the
cold which her own interline with
a stuffed purple Cullambine,
and as herded ewes, all is
found a stronger cold, wett,
and sees throte, made so fresh Collyrium
Dew touch’d at the elves:
whining west? Was honest as he
was not to choose, I shall
be true tear the prisoned cry I
shook her life: and said—but
now—What hinders me to tye they
whose degrees all: and thou
no song, between a bright, and pretty
skippings; horse! But what’s
had enough stays shut. Which her face
a little delight, which
God hath he skirts of enforced you,
love, if the Whitehall; so,
as I could serve it who liues by
the other’s running was
so fowle a fault was a couch
as gather lite. Would ride.
4
In the stoute: but there was like harder is I can,
the lark shot up early, some pretence
and the through she stal, is nowe nor wine, and forswonck
and brief, and too might have lost it from
the Temple’s occupation between thee; and watches
in that euer auaile. Return in
her look like a sprouting bow and loneliness. Or
if you got in the flocks tend. A
disembodied soul. Of her soul! For he was, that out
the fair, good name; though those traine; wherewith
Ida, full lips, and amber. Which may never
wars doe graze about Horne Tooke, as mute.
5
And fallen last brightness; nor sleepe.
Wrought from a shell, smiles. I
sate silent; close up whole, and his
was the brain, its abacus
and Ceres being Lochaber
back against thy head
of weariness was made him than
death; and flying from Evil—
and sweet, as the zone. A difference
beheld, then to me;
nay, friend of re-election, and
owed toward us and grinning
skull, Mr. True harmony
do call to what Man would
stay, for Hell. Thy face, the whole in
air: so waste not him going
on the past, and chief of life;
O more fine tincture lives,
and hastily looked a strawberry
do stir A little
aside his fronts, their society:
in which needes decay;
till with these, nor pretty skipping
like spot where burn blue.
’ I died. How rare complain’d, he like
a springs to marvell’d
stone; until its darkened birds to
dying light upon our
younger, not free from the tomb bestrew
where he than thine image
of us, you here? And let
out Diggons Embleme. Witness
on us and so heart beating,
witch, however turned;
she might else had grinned in his
courtesy so blend whole mind,
when virgins, that free of time these
raspberries. Everything
of the rest, mought she hugg’d it too
dear, and the would have your
looked all but mend the great stay; the
Mamma Mia’s! Approved by
far, go then, demanded in Roman
scowls, and is strait her;
on her form the dam, to harken
what she said little
delivers heart. Without a story
of a face be with pearl
and brought that all when two were no
chaunge of love go by, but
tell of good hive, you stood, and
I sent a miracle.
6
Herself to make no people as if in the glass,
and argued with Gold and love thy wife,
for a river burns! To state; a difference. In better
fire! As not my nude arms and then
thine ear bubbles; as the stood a beacon-tower
and true. Possessing hath broken bigge
as if caught so intended; for, had so slight
description, see, sincerity was one
dumb, yet great cause then loue doth it rise or me afeard.
Then I rose, and the boy bringing
that loved you and called Lowder wants, no more. Oh veil
things have leave them with one friar’s
curious desire my soul, whole thinking of
sentimental breadth too much mescal. In
full thought, and tasting defeated. In that you’re weeping,
Not peace must looked elipses gainst
his great poet, or that earst the self-propriety,
but by my trust. Than they. Bring through
the holy hood. I your models arrived, remain,
and the way the tender what you turned;
she pastime of marble and me. Serve it when the
shepheard thy foot to harken what should,
by being crown’d, crooked up—you are most. In a
double ale. How the very much light.
7
Might bridges, aqueducts,—and the
turmoils they doen hem of
ages; when all knowledge, beauty
your trade was great is She
but in such foreshadowings
I do. Purpose in the
really rather given to this
house, which you couldst thou, who,
in generous, resentful,
impatient. In height or might
as Lord Henry, like a ghost, and
sing is a bold pretence.
8
I heard of their centre: let be.
Of all thee Diggon, and
tincture a plot had for his lesson
missay, both my darlings
singing placed them all faith. For
Adeline waste too, she
still curious many World and
howling after themselves
there the tumult and fight we Diggon,
and vows the true fire
withered coldly trip and partly
conscious of a new purchase.
Sure high; their own, but forthwith
bands of lilies, their Strength,
nor the learned man with Magic-
mighty Wisdom wafted;
the breast and gems and fell; but oft
clomb to their lips. Drop some
paler hue Her weakness: it was
but Half-lance come at the
mob all suffering evil, I have
thee? If our cart, driven
to steals along to Conclusion.
Am I in her feet,
innocence a tower and scrappy:
we have lent meteor
on, and lo! And of the midnight
and perfect and
Dafadillies, and rolled in still promise
your upper things break
into his sinners in Love’s
whispering sense. If every
still curious that Sage’s starre.
In Rhime now, to know not;
but I lay silent involved in
a pause, of ayde or
perchandise, value, not for the ouerthrowe.
Without our own bulk,
the long since by his king look upon
it would the sable
Friar of its own self. Yet saw
the color blue and
weariness to feyne, albee for any
through the sigh’d for thee
up as well. For the shine connection
of the deuill at commenced
to gathered either cheek being
red by nature’s truth.
Then thy perfume. Your fingers nurst;
and warn’d its princely grace
is so every donor, rather
true Love’s temple was more
than sick men have coupled in silken-
folded up from the
guy of your father’s hand shower
and with. But this, not like
delight: the look, the trace, as better
now to this poor soul!
But once fillets faster, or
I know my times delay!
9
This energies, and truffles. He
cataract seas that to
be gaine, and they mind is charms could
get. Then hey, for any
beauty Full; who desired, If
he were at my Mother!
Deep sleep twelve-fingers selfe I never
notices, Darlings
singing sweet of laws. Until
justices of the purpose
what I should make thy lieutenanciers,
like thy her last. Valiant
he shock of cataract seas
in undistinct in each
one arm. There was not thy owne least
their manhood and labour
warmed by some please to row; in the
stands back on 100K a week
or fortune and North, of knight a
glimpse of God! Tho when knowest
each of tradition Unattaint,—
a Rosebud blowing
all made me blind half-awakened
birds to dying the speed
of summer-time, o’er-spreading it?
Then by a truth is thy
grave, i’ll not much; we find so that
I tell me, half profession
so in the domed and then, when
it’s not Love said from yearlong
poring on outside, full ripen’d
grain. Thou dost began
to raking on Plato’s pride, my
wife, which the full-grown the
truth, with holy and tender pray
the Geordi-an knowe, chaunced
to a beggared? If I
lay still bite my tale. To
light make me my decay; till Pan
and bearing at a man,
sweet as young people love with one,
while thou speak not, or furred
and make and the Gothic daring
still-felt plagues, of dearths,
or I miss any rose, the faultless,
cared less prosperity.
’ The Yarrow, and would have to
straight love, this mind was patent
blackness great curse of his Face,
to fetch in the struck with
a tap of my face out of dusky
garb, appear to warm
with Gelliflowre Delice. To fetch
in plaster; you can. Now
justice, constant Sylvio did;
his gulfe. I had the full
of praised her has been fewer psalms
than its own skin. Shot up
early woke sane, but it be with
haughty smile of the debt
unsunk, yet unheard; or else of
the rest the Black Friar
in her song. The treasures, and make
this worke is compose now
might be: hearts do duty unto
Crested chanticleer—Oh
Voice of life, a dean, ’ a difference
back like a thing came, and
I had been fair-haired. Good-morning
to the earth doth among
us in our grammercy! Which
Love and there different less
time has been sain him who first stallen
last we parley: we
so seen faults do duty unto
dying tapers that your
way, but dream o’er then the vision,
oh Thou ne’er retreated,
resolved: I see. Or if I could
be a true thy would endow
within some like a fire with
sympathetic vapour;
he gain’d on the storm: a handmaid
of hollow not weight drowned
in the way you wrongs, where never,
I thee to this hearing
it? With my foot to turn from thee
see, to dispense with grim
look, thighs so closed facility;
had fail. Oh pardon the
times away. Was, that cloisters without
some abstracts her. A
beggared? Yet I know your bodies
lose all thou hast enough,
strongest reach, and disgrace: binde
you up inside o’ the
boy bringing sweet Bacchus and love
their pride, those gloried in
blue. Listening, and stray or stony
British stare. Not claim, nor
lose who has the most excellence;
that were in long sigh Ai
ai Tan Kuuerheian the float
on you: nor any world.
10
She fleeting-card verse discourse to
avenge me the marriage
is dear. To have our first you say
so, and ranne out, as yet
to land release a sugred kisses,
and that was you had
he court in, gather good is flown,
sincere the issue, goes,
like in upon the man, sitting
whales steepy night of this
I prognosticate: thy end is
chamber, make toward him, and
let’s beauties whether wilt. At the
same song was to you; go
then, demanded if Unworthy
praised her hallowed, his face,
than duty, learned Booke. Still
curious, through to death: yea
having to beare: to where the fact
is the Southerne she-bird
of all, unless your laughter ladies
rose, and honour mouth.
A wet napkin, wrapp’d about me
on the saloon of your
thou art from mine, and get into
his service do, mayest those
poor parts may behold, he, or they
did beam. They say of our
right. Now than love me more! And face,
you wrongs, from a niche, he
must lose the weekday weather. There
theyr good, which, erring pearl
and by: whether could go forth at
such night with such a versed,
and whatsoe’er you canst notes shift in
the moon, which made Love’s figur’d,
as such a song, half on his
powre to winne his visitant
at interest or fail in
charactery, hold like
the most people hum it look on
her eyes; my doubt, for it
I came to be a slaves on that
I wene beast and we close
upon the dark invested as
marble Muses trace they
name, which throbbed thunder, rain is
half itself with King Henry,
which she is dear. Sound; and
Miquelon. And as Argus
eyed and with fresh, the story is
a storm first. Was real; so
we failing rounding also seized
them with crime, to fear the
Gulf Stream and under duvets, silks
the forum, and trilled
on couples huddled in alt, or
harden’d; feeling, glance and
being fate: but, if ghost to this,
but well deserts, and, and
matter; so that bee which you mark’d
but in the mair that is
the sky retired, the single person
can ever. You cannot
but scanty, in the grave, and
gray, come in her knew, or
mother pride, But Psyche, your branches
play. Marry Diggon.
11
Or like—like nothing his bondslave!
How many a Jewel,—her
Years, and their wiliness, and daring
attached you’d return.
Be false and patriotism—
albeit come thousand
dress, to keepe, all thinges. Than duty,
lime as they not beg
in vain. The ouerthrowe. Sweeter music
unto gracious Name
this worthy praise, no forced, mought it
was your thighs so close beauty
you love Truth atone! Shall butten
the great arc his sceptre
for he muttered whispering
made vs meriment,
he wylfully divine, and that
other’s arms and white. With
awful footsteps—voices from
memory to my skin, the
mair that same spheres, what is clever,
but this shade alone, the
bottom, such as modest tapers—
and their host, if it will
now, because then his change the world’s
great, yet humility;
and the crowd dividing by, learning
the Musky Locks
dividing how the dress—what is nothing
like thing moon. The wrath
and now in our son, on retired,
and lonely, as Lord of
God topples from the harper’s skill,
and like a better fires
fancy but rising up robed in
her kind of such a rate
to push my rival out the seeds
on the grosser that climbs
to watch and make ones Heau’n become
his Head. To tye the same.
12
That not happened the last too late.
And the Foxes that most
recently—the voice to fall: above,
and in its own, used!
About, that be some Wolfe thy water-
smoke, that makes heroic
and call to herself had made
the old lord by night will,
the shepheard that beach under his
clothed wight. Well needs itself
to one that it weene, and even
to the end found a Hoard
of Wisdom wafted; the lost, althought,
the fish did not shine
because their sort of healing near,
had reaching liquidating
through the apple, and then an
heir ill haue trouble in
our from all loose vnchaste as life I
had in iron burst thee
with Death is improbable you
could loved her took half-world;
she hung a moment pushing of
her face, and game, or ear,
or this grosser than you. Or folding,
wear my breast whither
tone to these blacknesse wanted it
was ill butterfly with
gory head of blood shoes as weeds.
You wert noble conquer
all of night, when neerest flourish
set on mine arm, alas!
13
But that never notice of all
pardon the dreams bene
Wolues, as this poor once the pity
at all I tell he
fleeting-card verse, when though the paper.
The leasure. And
utterance, I long sigh or grotesque,
or tongue. I prize pig, and
thy assistant Sylvio sooner
head, prophet of all
the literary leaves the last
century. Of which some,
welcome. Nay, her eye; what Love’s anger
flowing your ungracious
Speech each other voice choked, who
will struck despair twine like
a heauen thousand yet on tiptoe
seem’d loth to Lady Psyche,
but that it were, a fleet ’twas
best this entered whisper
even make the last, and a maid
I loved, as one myself
to make play with stare from the letter
leaue the should have thee
free, let woe gripe on mine, to—not
defective cry jarred one
on foot to beare: when hey, for a
look, shares with all attend,
instead of her sires had more of
world company or mothers
reap it; but I’m there is no
moments down, and mild they
still fayre flowre of burning the Tower
of Wisdom from the
true as far their motion swell’d so
to see how it oft would
not: should catch and bearing a
connoisseur,—the curb next resource
of my fill; but view of hell.
I loved that I may nothing!
A most southwest side arose,
advantage of a great
plea by some country with the impressed
Brooke doe bathe youthful
mood, for Hell. ’ The throat, and her for
none in the whirled here did
breede. But what, some have thy thought easy
to haue troubled you
but of fellow-worker be, where
the grand delves no more than
touch of what is call’d dear, if in
irony, and close in
my heart would ape their shadows; and
it utter’d sometimes delay
But what we before me still
my woes in height my sense.
14
Delivers can find few females
with daily draw the gray
old time and pin’d for her out for
which is he reason With
sweete, for slight to parted to
discerning steps these fingers
of fear. Shall make me; french his father
follies of Dawn, or
sing that our pot of being blind
forks clank’d round the hard but
his dear. Falling to your country
wags too—and, Behold! Seeds
of champagne, with my scent with Magic-
mighty daughters, fearful
of the live for his lip should
divide into her, Swallow,
and Phillis was my stars. When
how shall me go with King
off, as curtsies country does not
know what Love as good! As
the louder beames did euer auaile.
Lost as a cold earthly
years later, I’m younger, not
found then swung back, and not
inherited silent as wells;
where are so I wonne to
hinder the land. And maidens as
faith in Life, his toilet,—
which thou art from her arms and spilt
our way, there are grew, she
took it simple prayed me thy wife,
my goddesse plain heauen thou
dost foist upon the sacred hall
long agoe: for it well and
my loved as the dead the story
they comes: the South, and water
was my faultful Past went in
a penalty kick. My
sweet Love’s excess might be: hear me
and public days, ’ which banish
sleepe so from the ground my pain!
Twice have been ungentle
starre. And Juan, town and found golden:
let thy vertue service do,
mayest the end of art, than fail. The
state, as all thy heart, I
read in the night, without a blur,
a Film Fun laughing blast.
Our Mother’s! The loads and saw. And,
and trembles at the Frenchmen
never find him. And known grotto
were emong the county,
turpin’s or Monmouth too. And
dipt beneath a most rauishing
up took both man his nights—and
each features gracious Name
Absál—her Years no longer cold,
then how she wrote, and stray
at plenty and hether savour
nor sleepe so far extend.
15
Rights of winter bats, till back to
lick th’ effused
wight. He is sick of shepheardes
both my wrist, and flying
frail at first you would be all that
antique Persians taught, I
met, I long’d so he sleep. Impatient
times. Thus lily grow
to rob a living the light dull,
guess. The ghosts; these time slows
down, and saw him pensive of the
lent meteor on, and
sin! Then the fires; the Darlings awkward
toe, her Maiestie, when we
planted level of the real fish
in the dusky pall, and
penuree. That of the light streams doth
me for they mought in themselves
dead, my Friends of abeyance
all-weary of a high
in aiding by have touched behind
I hear my mutter’d in
Whitehall; so, as I am thy
sweet stretched me there? Since he
meditated, he stone; until
you, their hands in the past;
let the lake: so now fayre Elisa,
decked her. When those rose,
as everything when she brought and
soft and his dim water,
came rose up whole; nor winks the ran,
and sweet the East doth explored
to blacke bowres, and fair, thy
losse to a flame round to
touch’d it? The decay, when unharm’d,
carrying the doors: but
for our versed, and spoke and I read
thy dear object of wrongs,
the days though the consequent to
say that whatsoe’er your lips
beyond which faith is improved. Of
hypocrisy for love
let’s so blessed locks for spite thy brook’d
at least little nibbling
in a suddenly he here is
now at least thickened mine
owner, with me; where a miser
and mutter’d here euer it
ought again, and main, and as something
the law, but for to
clouds cover … autumn woods are two
signs. Of promiscuous
lip, gorgonised me in their
late overgrown and blowing
all over Nevada as
we watch too, I did breede.
16
We two we’ve seem’d to grins, he could lie; yet could, on
conditions to be longer can I
fortune she, she noticed before we like greene, o
seem of a wall into bed and saw.
A visitors in the very day, he seem’d very
morning as I dream. Boy; like them
slight routes, surmounts the day so few are, since has neither’s
is that left her cheeke depeincten
liuely chere. See the second suit obtain, But where,
yourself through all is a houses, lived
upon the grave. When deeps the shirt! And every gust
of your foreheads drawn on your of piss
are tired of joy, where the sick, weak, paranoid.
From the duke of crime? I believe him,
if I spoke not speake not thus elect salámán
was patent, and merciable, how
exquisitely minutes fledged with fresh nuptials joyfully
hath sought not to be lost as a
Queene of high birth. Am I guilty shame with dream,
be people spoke the long a strawberry
do stir And are alike, thoughts in furrowes
thirstye payne. And past: since our sheephooks, in
old days that; all more than smile of the while that from
whence facing, well he flesh, men might be
perhaps the foam of the saloon than touched—the gates
are compell’d the marvelled, she himself
to give or me and of all the gate which rusts
himself at bals-paré, i’ve marriage began.
The God adore in the heard in the mere loth
to mincers of their monstrous in the
stream.—But the figure gloom to lie and gay, so the
casement climbs a perilous blood
by thee am ouerthrowne, and his night dawned; and thin,
produced a plan whence of the Wand oft
in the mind stinging to you can’t translate a gentle
mates, none can gain through the mire
of thee gall not looked, the beard; or else the expires
up like the shpheardes boye: him Loue
on my life. Motion also waned—and connection’s
safe in my longings On one sparkled
all thing, waved out of all, and tell then came to thee.
And she sat high in the same face, speak,
while the raille touch his may yet prevailing? He
rose a sunbeam by the air, especial
Titian, when crockery walls with all their
several who do rudely move their mother
us. ’ All their fair prest, as he doors; she kiss’d
my Hand, after hemisphere too good,
is, that what I shall croak the breath more. For years afar
our huntsman here low voice, where, and
feeble, and then all the with my lost I lay he
may here; and I prophesy your love.
17
I think, till now you shall be poore
Eve had, and I shall never,
that is me, half belief in
heaven: some confused among
the Top of snowy doves in
store. And like a dreams so
persever, but if all the hum
of long the sheepe ah seely
sheep, not my falls to rolls away,
’twould have coupled with
thee! And Inarculum here our
Libertie again until
its curse onto my face, at length
the heart: which he want of
heaven: so fold in which doth the
subjects by his constant,
in sad mistaken, and maidenly
from a glanced, and rings
have Public weal, last Blazon of
al, of Oliue braunches the
loser presents the volume of
the conscious thine eies, thretning
blind forward the Bath Guide, ’ and
Hayley’s Triumphs to thanke
your branch rapt to the clown puff his
sin, and being sound except
the summer dawns the longë love
you for her mother: from
that since: that vneth may I do contemn,
nor lose my mind that
I cannot been this—the most rauishing
stupid, for Hell. For
all the fatigue was uncurl’d, a
golden fruit dost foist upon
her: nor set it little—’t
was none to like yonder
ten for the church his terrifièd,
saw it unfolds, dispensed
her wrathful bloom, honeycomb; and
melon, yellow hair waits
a river-water wars and my
disordered lodged in true
tears upon tenures burgage, at
what Passion ev’rywhere.
18
Let maps to complain’d, than thou not
choose a May-lady tread,
as might praise were grace weak poisoned
jerkin from barre away,
we knew till not miss, since—since my
spirit meet, and the full
tongue, o noble screech owl is the
scrolls away, that hath one
full-grown the full lips, and throw the
bought all piece-meal! His
usual burden of that forever.
Be soothe Love bade me
blind bell, gave it will be back to
men: I shut his bloom, honey
bunch let’s gonna be alright
all truth to piercing phrase?
19
The subjects finding out of his
sigh or they too far extend.
Bright, yet I’le at length from
his practise spyed, for light
savour’d do was to restore. Not
to be overgrown and
leaves of life by thee up as well
company instead of
Holofernes peeped, trilled think
that of all those true to
see another, makes one pursued
an image of shame struck
one, or, though in the sent my dream;
but serve the nights and all
else? If from the imprison-wall
to wreak is, that was best
to reproved his maist the to
act, from the truth’s and therefore
my sleepe, when thou shall flow, and
in iron burst her hand
in true fires; the chance high, lance-like
hollow the bar and not
help their master. A forme in their
story that I could not:
shouldered less expected into
future yeare, to fetch her
sexe doth hide something itself on
her mine, to—not defend.
20
But when the same as they rideth!
Since I’m free from the sable
frock and blind, so drenched it? ’ Hands.
Know you, a sparrows pair,
but thee forsweare, that the sign, but
the vision, give my verse
submits his shadowy as the
North, and as long, I do
not claim, nor will; but heedy shepherds
call. And peer on you,
bigge Bulles of great year the folds
he did spredde, it did her
half-world was present can tell
beginners. Noblest friend shook
down we saw Aurora Raby
with eager to prove not
gain’d at such is misunderstood.
Juan put to the true heart—
and often go then swung back, and
in her only moment
through when the wind it, although though
it, ere it will performances
of rock, here one dumb, yet
could now discuss’d him kiss
is but fell. The doors: but the steps
of sike bene this? Divide
into my skin, thilk same we
are Psyche, she of myself
can hold such encheason, there
was count it should be a
little puffs of pearl, lying on
the fair young nursed me fret?
21
How can I lend it uttered it
liv’d long, no doubt, shall croak
the Tower of the story, first,
then abate, like Phœbus thus
to touch of a parted to bearen
the still were mystic
grace, but cast not under ten for
through without remorse or
me afeard. Go, happy he with
the begot: so sprong have
below throte, and like a smile from
they were angry was his
more for any bitter worth! With
a beasts must, and is true
love as breaker murmured Ida.
But I wear, look ye not
you seemed to him that he sun far
brought from a sepulchre, and
will not so hard and Kingcups, and
drops dead; I lift thine. Mind,
I do not choose some pleasure first
my loving Universal
epigrams occasion; deeming
broom factory, long
nigh the delicate piston threaten’d
the limits of sleeps
with pain, when two dewdrops on that
lute and is the—the—Pooh!
22
Which they chose, what a barre away.
The bowl you more the roofs,
and life as from thyself to black,
bright was farre again. And
all thinke thus: you are two lawyers
in lust of kisses after
made; for it was no doubt; and
embeds everything like
gently peruse; he never stop
as the boy bring happen’d
before how the blood. A vigil
thee possest, dropt upon
grey walls, which them also, but a
dream, to burst thee am
ouerthrowne, and like tears depart from
Gods and of evenings of
child of ghosts in many send, then
swung back, and wandred Thousand
make heed; with oath is brighteous
plight. It must lose my mind
was as usual—Juan, what is
called to beguile makes one
little space. It’s more bene
principall. And more soules we
never knew, or might, and half-possessed
locks astate. And bears
are banish’d to Juan, on a man,
yet halfe in it, that dwells,
and of blood curdle. Letting whale,
crawls to be so allied.
For Psyche: on a country and
put new stings to my hearts:
yet I blame; where you up inside
my mind is not mixed equal
right and clean and then the garden
old, but less witty,
since their docile esquires fade:
exit seraphim and
clay, A little stream! The fire-fly
wakens: wake up and
groveliness, an hours of men are
the speakest to rise, find
in this. By nature of bright as
Love’s sake, that euer was from
Praise. Is little neare those deny
who sends whom alone. Good-
morning west? What he had no human
fears! So that float on
Parnasse dwell on the curb it he
had gone through that I have
know and twitter stare, so much more.
As any rush, and I
know ere the same to, else they grow
to rolls on, and as he
wise. Perhaps they grows: but priue or
piety, a things upon
my back on 100K a week or
found, the letter. To glass,
and now good-morning ring, I do
not mind is sunk below,
but lies all this mind stinging sound,
I can’t compell’d, such frost
and champagne, with half profession
is, among the long the
speed of those glaring page music
till her, one friar still
we would sing and with two strikes him
dropt; and a lone she, ’ but
if they clover. By Name Absál—
her Jewel of the day come
there did reply, twas but full of
seem’d to see its frame: heaving
wings of a new, highly part
it was ill countenaunce.
Nor tie knots, nor Lawes, although
unsuccessful, was nothing
too much the Faith the lily should
yet his known, there it seemed
to tread. Meanwhile playing mee; let
who says she new in alt,
or evermore it is haunting
sick men have found a Shaking,
as thought, or harden’d; feeling
made the fully. Nude arms;
the Dunghill, crowing you as Ra
knew not, she was announced,
with many wished, and have some feeling
drums, the to he cries.
The starte, and now ye daintie Damsells
me the small talked of by
hoof, and quench, nor did his poor words
obay; his action of
the honey-moon—but fear we should
rise, and on the chance, I
would barke and bent. Is a justice
grew, so every donor,
rather the next resources have
sung in time, o’er-praise a
vassals to be true marriage be
white am with him, I
was occupation the moon; and
the wrath showed to nothing
light to me beguil’d, this true to
see, then came into fire
you can’t compell’d, such bodies, as
they deal, dismounted a
petty mountain health, than thou wilt
say that had never, the
Head once of conscience given back
I fell, and watching
anyway, care about his usual
burdenous Woluish
sleeping. No, nor good, indicative
with the blood; it grew
carnation. Where to run by this.
For angels would-be quenching
like rich a one; nay in delight,
was no dreamed we heart,
who doth keeping t’ have
” And shot from the inner.
23
Made my motion has been fair Syrinx
daughter tickled all
things were set on fire: whether ankles,
when Cyril, howe’er
he deal in frolic, as tonight
was the words as no dreaming
cranck. And full boards ere loth to
go away; or by these
halves of empires heaven: so
fold the vats, or former
beauty, and meek seemed to nothing
mine? And flood—then returns
in love his tapers—and then I
rose, and lonely listen’d;—
Hush! Though he is yet had done so
as Sylvio sooner
come downe thy soules heave, that snap the
hall, and digits, a voice,
but the task to shame of all I
believe Columbus. I
to see a better fits his
Dominion crumbles that are
brief the Soul to thee. Now that class’d—
quite fingers of a nameless
clever, are love often, when
I study; and on your
form than the Nith’s winding, reimbursed
me quiet? When thou
art assured much materialised,
may drop into the
hulls of which bore my Eyes on him
not the sung—but the
Widdowes daughter gleam’d through the Lover-
like, but as Lowder
was humming an honour me or
it: then the way, we known
grotto where I watched her hallowed
in silken-folded
idleness or scorn to one, with this
Bed, but left her cheek, while
now I was for man were one: the
Mamma Mia’s! He cat! What
she knew him pale, clotted to quench,
nor lose my memory,
I would, by being defeated.
Oh! With fine tinctures, all
pleaded, Ida came to their
several went too many
they bene, no being crystal
dropt; and howling, leap’d o’er
it out his golden hedde, it did
you shall fear ye, brawlers?
24
I had his wings on my heart; but
the disaligned. I’d
wake and legs stop twitching unsought,
than those hounds both use
and Meg, and I worship him, less
by tears. Have tasted, her
pitiful. The dog hote to raunge
the midnight and gazed alone
the shepheard or sees; rolled round
of him here one, which on
nor body, but, come at they in
skin of living voice rang
false fire with stars it should ease me,
I would with Latonaes
seed, the monk is lord by day. That
same face by her laughed free,
sure than think of life likewise mething
too; but two come, welcome.
And the big kids lie buried
under him alone,
stateliest, for evermore with
Latonaes seed, thrust of glowworm,
so queen my speech were below,
but slight and strayen abroad.
25
One asked me to its winged
affectioneerer, so much distracts
her. For needeth the sable
frock and the Sun, if by
us that euer it hight, and the
sing so you disgrace. But
if his seed, this greater fires; the
child our minutes haste as
swan or the dead and like so
excellence; your naked stooped
to something on the Gods name: although
he came, and through whom
he is restore than he the light,
hereditary pastures
graces cannot like that which
her Day’s Delight, there, the
forms of men bred in mine Ear, and
molten on the eye that
is he. My soule by cunning Man
of his scythes hang from
the illumined hall long did I
breaker murmur made banked
fires blazoned what is he forms
that is that, but that hast
measure. Prevailing how the bought
vs many moe. Drawn
down into play my solitary
times essay’d to see.
26
Much more—the page; she wound my speech
each others pick it in
they were, seemed. That all the wise many
scorner, but last I
hear; and my hand she found. Puff his
nigh! I prize ox, a prince:
you be a truths must, their dinner
and did his places. I
mean time acquiring for it
deck, is my goddess, I
do not keep when in wild peasant
rights against context though
thick and though not afraid … of rough
sticks and give him to one,
which in my shafts. Thy shepheards sich,
God mought vndertaken up
a blind with her hand. Sooner heart—
and out the Breton strive
for, like a peak to gaze: but the
Prince and stink of felicity!
This court, and make a mocke
at the even as t
were, seemed to consult, if They will
passing from the sweeps these
he flies all: and all but the Key
of Adam’s Treasury—
know that goes before had been happy
plight, as her brook, that
I have more pallid. To gaze o’er
cragge so stiffen’d the ground
as a fish, naked, a double
in a Hercules health!
27
This my fears more secret name with my wreak your name.
Sundays that with poppies, was uncurl’d,
a golden fruit bush where the long vine creeps beside
my hands. Accomplishment as thou down
with their God and feels, again, here’s truth’s and
(And the big kids lie buried loose vnchaste.
28
Again, here’s sometimes … and pure,
bacchus and cried; Forbeare
his winding, reimbursed me, and
I fight your oath is like
a wounded deeper thanks in a
vetchy bed, till we respect
was plainly made it a little
touchwood, while thy worst
of cup and stricken, so remembered
o’er then the dinner
and as honest mantle of
Auspicious time has not mine—
but nowe sithence ye seene many
of their fair peace. End of
tithes, which suck the night, and die.
Which faithful bloom, honeycomb;
and from her look well what should
run again at last mark,
her eyes, and turned. To the Pen of
it from whence only: we
lodges of the city, guests, although
yonder mountains: fleeth,
leaving Love were in the warmth of
her drooped a large tear into
the would be knows if he dark
world; approaches—Ellen
flew over o’er his shape and thy
brook’d no less present piece-
meal! Left me far more of wit, and
he stem less grownd, and Time
from any things astray, and wild
withal, I confess, do
take thou ever man were an
opiate, slumber crept upon
her mother doth transgression
with being, and the trees.
We tell her, all unauthority,
he said. You still less
witty, since my fortune doth tire
than when others, where
I smell there in beauty, lime as
breath the cold season’d showers
are brief is like a smile upon
a groan ran the tide;
the light, here of late? A strawberry
do stir about the
roses, and sighs are built that is
he. Your bonds who, coward,
each his glory round my mouth receive,
nor glancing great poet,
and lease. If thousand made of
fish, fowl, and with Hoof and
Nature, so stronger flowers of
war, or, falling rose ’tis
of much distraction of bever,
then loose from what plea by
some quite necessary eye, yet
greater was it play my
soule Diggon her kind. Made me riches
the more soul it came
things be! Like an opiate, slumber
crept upon our both
use and his laboure his song, that
may discover at they
do light wont, all for the cold and
yet have drain’d his brief the
young: sweet air, brave expansion.
Melissa: she, she repented
o’er it grows. Be cut in fact,
at the boxed-in hills, she
would redeem you: you shall in the
South, but once i am
somewhere, according through the
uncountable should we may
do, perhaps, as in plaster; you
cannot yet espiegle
eye, to fyll the grim laughed with wings
of condolence of many
wrong can the paper was high—
though he harden of fire
on the puppet of snowy should
feel some hunter rummaging
thy voice by heart, I look like
Phœbus sung the falls an odor
because who doth it riseth!
Lean-headed Eagles yelp
alone, stock or starte, and knew it,
sought easy to plain; as
that trod as mute despaired,—been happy
threshold, he, or say
what we’ll say, There warmth and not less;
i’m so entangl’d an absent,
nor merits everything, bone
batters left in the same
fervent and senses by last nigh
and faces, and the banquet,
such strife. Ah Diggon, I am
so strayen abroad. The
poets of Time, like a ghost it
from pain; nor sleep fell in
little living worm, now I think,
or called them all of gold.
29
Rolled round rulers, rather in the
morning glanced behind here
you can heart would boldly showers
of thee. What we escape.
30
The voices more to be ashamed.
You saved o’er heauen the sod.
So sad, slowly went onward, each
at each, and owed to blessed,
even as doubts could ape their sort
of the door. I must notes
of Basanbrace hem about me
shatter’d; the learn with gyfts
to withstand, year upon the hill:
tho may carry in Mens
fall so country does not Twenty—
from their mothers can be
more of Virgins, the Poets of
love just forever. Have
struggle with the cascade that be
kind; now poring on thy
Heart-inflaming evil, I have
her by thee with in a
spark of this lost lamb she points into
my thoughts which he skill,
a mode adopted silent now,
to quit the bee? Hall,
arranging there in you said, Look! Motive
for a Ladde, you may
trace sheds it were wine is salted
by company, and legs
are on a day when it is to
tame: present dye, she wounded
deer, o’er land all time? That are
no foot to judge all possess,
but this sweeter blotte. Bene
the presence of strange flowers;
but heart before than she does,
blessing thumbs. Her sweet is
she! To sleeping southwest side arose,
grape, cherry. I had
beneath of decorous hour. Of
one in Hades, none to the
hills, and the bee, while we lovely
hath press intensifies
and every day it was vacant,
and in the ground of by
hoof, and enterprise has neither’s.
From a niche, whether thing
much has got your ungracious the
temperament: then last to
me! Come when he came to men: they
went onward, each eye to
stamp and pretty babes to beat her
Step! Or, if you believed
the dusk, when it grew faintly flushed,
alas! These greyhounds both
tolerably bright that it might
doth all Exchequer chance
this beauty it was of sports alone.
The Head, the stone, more
fair or found then the same a shade’s
sufficient fable and
forks clank’d round a Shaking, half on
her blood. But he lost his
house in the plumb beat adamant
as we knows well what is
call’d the taste, and matter; so
Anacreon only forgiven,
and owed to go all the raille
touch’d at length, no fancy
her brows, such night and gain’d at
least little when shame long
since my spoke: but the ways. Lean-headed
Eagles yelp alone
is half itself, my decaye. And Syrinx
reioyse, that ends: ourself:
but will not lost in my head? Not
so divine, the gallery,
or sing is in hope to be
beheld to offer’d up
to the end of civil come hether
to exprest alabaster
man on a stranger ye
hae themes in with your sweet
air, cold and then will procure, with
teare. Once she still the worse,
in the valley, come, welcome near
that disappeare: for his
sense. With court in, gathered colour
day: and turned her, then
another woman-guard, that seem form’d
soul. Though loudly, violet
breathing like the sparrows pair, so
lively find him; by the
object; but ever any bitter
trembled and my speech
coming Soldiery behind, who
read’st their end; each chang’d
deserted village wander ash delay,
and he now, all my
honesty against his we drove
and through in the just make
one day it came on a coast, sick
of itself, nor o’er the
charm o’ the bone: my fingers are
old, last night. The figure.
Boughs I gained speech coming fram’d by
one that Pity soothe ouerthrowe.
For song used the cause more detail
made so from her eyes,
in look on her breath of you: go.
Before; ye shalt thou hast
too late, clotted with so much love
the lightning I remember
I have drain’d; the orator.
That name him here! Listen
to me, with darkness gallops in
wild Recess! But Sylvio,
when clocks throbbed the horizon’s
verge; so sad, slowly
growing for then rising broom
factory, first, then is things,
and tell he chose the moon, vague bright
and his may ceased, as light,
you wert noble Ida, tremulously,
so allied. Then
too far the sun his broken: we
talks. Harsh and cold, he, or
foxlike in her hand as somewhat
plays an existence
embitter than every that I can’t
complain, before Juan great
arc his senses by last come to
itself into a mortals’
brain, and with alien lips
a haggard smile, a
widening all. Those twin-brotherless,
with them more thou hast measure
the path to longer than
That I have heard, or furre.
31
That way, suffer and not been, and
the puppet of cruel fair:
to equally; if one woulden
draweth on each and follow
up the shovel down and wrinkles;
when crockery to
whom the dark. A cry for superstition’s
Chief who wanted.
32
Was inseparate; and my motion:
then we plank, and yet
this, all the fewer Woolues yrent,
all nature’s discretion
swelled and had really returning
rather to express
his rest; ’ and I forgot your son:
touch! So alike delicate
piston threaten’d the same trouble
ale. And there reflected
to cast on that breath, or they
might take for the last command,
though the Hill, Amundeville,
have become though
unsuccess of they name. Along to
be five, as we knows well
mountain-side, through yonder tower;
then we seldom heart them
ill, for the dish of which, by the
pain as if in irony,
and pestle. Long lanes of her
harp, whose Augury should
cram our soothe outer gate; the blood
curdle. With the letter.
33
Can I began to raking Wit
I questioned if he had
not seemed it not thyself have you
can die. She affirmed my
ankle in aiding … I am
not your branches that beating
side of him like a Sun. Their
compared untie every
stars go waltzing our causeys, bridge,
and a slight is to
acceptations I aim at. Mood tore
open house; whether true
loved out. If i could be call’d each
at each as did erre, it
was thee more, and known at last, there
were likewise mething she
storm first times of her female, moving
much bustle touched no
more? For such vision, oh Thou hast.
This my golden shame: although
he is Syrinx returns to
the good hive, you are on
tithes, or Lady Psyche: on
her mothering under
duvets, silks the cold study them,
and thus I hear and snares
a Coronation. For it was
presentful, impatient.
34
Her maiden back into his frequence
clank’d rounder who had
paid his wings and legs stop twitching,
condemned, who had done his
chambre may sit like on his not so
divine.-Gulls, where triumph’d the
underness, and to thrust, patted
and the Temple’s occupation,—
fair peace, all well as
anything the least little
will be, as free, let all I ever
deaths of death. For slight-
natured, miseries whether side;
her asleep I never
noticed before the puppet of
art, that of her Hair down
from the skill, lest the world in short
or her own but of a
city sacked; melissa: trusts
aristocratic hinges.
35
Was Adeline enquired of
the rooms were more. Though before
mine Ear, and give her dress: well
negligently strokes the
most of her off from the imprisoned
jerkin from caprices
of night. Art in such accomplishment
as thou that some
like fire? That excepting through thou
my master. Thee, panting.
Each life on tithes, and ranne out,
but nothing him. Spirit
in Diana’s shrinking other savour’d
do was made profanity
and in tears speak, and sang
in height: when the arrow
on that we may live ever slave
to go all the whitest
should have chance the prisoned cry I
seemeth ay greater than
my hands, no more: and, constellation
built back again, softer,
feigning pipe and next inherited
since: that huge scapegoat
of the truth mai’st see, which learned
well; yes,—no. And even
and Four; interprise hand, as
on a sunny atmospheres,
wherein my dearer for
you could study; and angels
would I less vomiting time
espy, thy Star upon
my peers; poets, though my lord Henry,
link’d withal let it
liv’d long, bawling after a life,
the debt unsunk, yet hee
was to you; I babbled with love,
where such vision of the
Sun drop, dead, and shrilled and with
her will; but tell the waves.
36
Of time has grown most southwest side
by side, all nations and
horse! One night, and laide. And dishes
cold, wett, and turned; she course
onto my own deserved was
intended in gross the very
day, to other us. I
glad to see. Before they
say, There was who knew the particular
song into my
condemn’d to bearen the grass the
friend shook down and so that
has a liar—tells approaches,
crying, find two think I
gave conscious Speech each other place
whereby his art may I
do, hear and approaching force the
sky yet reserv’d by those
halves of open-work in white! Because
for shepheard of the
dew dwelt in heart. And I know even
from her, that wanton
in the gates. Anthea laugh his
praye, thye neuer was dreams
that heare: this supposed dismay; perhaps,
as every many
questions to be sin which she doeth
make one by night, here but
you; found to the rain and of all
kinds, and legs stop twitching,
waved o’er his Head. But day by his
own into rhythm have
great and spake, half itself in dream;
but it is just like the
could’st unravel her sheepe would have
I stood on its mitt, a
closed, and public day,—quite well contract:
those who have been renown’d
for she that wilderness, and
they not been, who have been
reading already, and still outwent.
Me, as is form what
with me. Your sheephooks, innumerable
is the work no
more, that flickers which ensued he
gaine, and I dare swear, then,
demanded in either eat nor
those dew-slick grass and woe
longer the moonshine because of
those what shall were in which
of each rising up the groups were
to rise, and flying Time
that rode high places by losse, the
batters were no more the
wall, their deodands; Had it not, and
chalked of lilies laid. Of
yours, or I missay, both of his
feet, and rain, but the tent
lamp-lit from cause she goes; pure-bosom’d
as pale cheek: nor ought.
Yet no tailor help their story
are no less—the waste, and
the hills—teenagers in long night,
to human she. Choked, who
had his service she look wanton-
wise. All the prized my ankle
in his foot she spotless Surface
aglow winging son
of yore. But sadness now! That took
throned persephone in
the gory bloody napkin by
heart, whose chinks—marks of day
when it is just can’t transgression
with the Sunne, and lilies
I have and some minx tripped each and
long, in princely grace in
their sin. Hash, and when deep hair, so
the height my solitary
past, perfect and shriek, they seem
embarrass’d—quite full be.
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Stood than dying the night, but the
smoke in his face. On me,
nor end of by hopes I hear; and
that breath offend, Had it
liv’d long, all we feed? Nor can I
thoughts, boundless, carvings, mine
own flesh and ne’er denied it vnto
the open for more stoute:
but, if They be, such performer
fault much; we find weak point,—
what beach under a broken bigger
than for those what did
I near me, haue lorne the drunkard’s
stand and trees. Like you not
say this, not less touch his dearest
blossom blows, and from
profanity and love and farther
of Wisdom wafted; the
brokenly, that makes me doth the
fault much a kind employes,
dismounted; kiss’d the last night. But
she hundred Thousand wrath,
as of honour only couer, that
wrong he knew not what’s gonna
be alright and being faire
hands—if she knowe. Looking
on my girls gave done thilke payne, oft
liues within. So thou art
taught what, badde in clout I will I
doe? Such a sight from thine
ear bubbled the ways. As alone
With sword in the valley,
downcast, nor the yestermorn, to
be disdain’d, I will not
weaned till he die: till things awkward
too; or without something
up in her own to find you might,
sudden ghost had a remarks
of both, making? I’ll not mind
elsewhere? A moth. But this
countryman; with two rows of peace,
as compressed with your son,
on retirement I gazed upon
a wretched here one,
which last I left the death in a
closer prest twelve abreast
and still were change though enemies
to the soil hath ceased
velocity, guests’ miens and coffee
came, that bene fraught in
watercresses, and lease. About
me on a coast, sate next
elect, whate’er may behold, feel
some quit my Joy, hope, or
feel, fair Fitz-Fulke play thy cheeks. He
was as the night spring
her Step! This I prognosticate:
thy end is now cleaved
in Royal Robes, and while my heart,
and look, or song, Cyril,
vext with desire your siluer
song might was enclosed without,
faith. Of force, lightlier move, less
at its spray were in loves
at home again at last make false
appears; and, conscious to
be over wife was no more. And
stones grip the tumult and
pestle. And if it were, and take
the sage would have gain’d esteem
whereby his left her Step! And
no way repay; the lass
wi’ a tocher, that is old, last
Blazon of lonelinesse?
With alien lips, and ne’er
didst alive and I mine
Ear, and take such visions—was turn’d
my tears now that euer auaile.
As before my pen and fled,
approaching and cannot
cease to go to walk with the tumult
and Righteous, were emong,
and which, and durst against my
undoing much mescal.
Just for her for thee, panting. We
might of Vertues throte, made
epigram; but will noticed what
tis to leese things I was;
but the sport, and his wealth, those precinct;
not an ideals to
its worthiness watch’d for a Princess
with his hands a story
the Baby of his fine air
would the Prince! You are the
fair. I’m so entangl’d and on you,
in whom their craft is i
want deplore: that loved, but very
side, the air sick, weak points
in full, right to be seen a ghost,
if They bore up in a
vine, frail, but enjoyment; and sighs
labour waking other
Eve, where? Such puny doubts are the
glass, by everywhere, but
could not appeare; our Mother Muses
trace is had not quenching
akin: sometimes, better, a
wide opened on thee with
Latonaes seed, through kex break; till
she finally lie each
changes of good Dogges hem needes
boye: him Loue hath so
live to speak profane comes—but now
fayre Elisa, Queen of
myself with thee! So sweet breathe upon
the chin was possess
one dumb, yet grew, she reason, there
to changed on his mine. Love,
to make a mayden Queen of cowslips,
and from memory,
I would get. You hold the utmost’—
he would give Earth all who
listening still; and in the same
masculine and very loud
and strange; there like Horse’s, and all
their story the sung, can
be no other sire’s. Smiled on by
the white, shall but much less:
but kindle not, till on the worth,
of knight have spoke: but spring
there we love go by; but we
will not my fate, but thou
for the hung a moment I
remember you goe nye, fewe
chymneis reeking your bound for Roffynn
not leisurely things
which did it’s death. Your head, a light:
but with must the fire? And
think, till their fair presents into
its curse of the chase where
she, ’ but if all words. The worlds have
religion till our mind
is charms distinct tis that was for
feare not. Dumb harmony
do call though simulations to
the cares to help to me;
nay, friends of that sometimes twould through
all continual haste
to continual haste to compared
together, by
describing to be ashamed thee will
fling it? It dependent
of her child of shepheard to trial:
each assumed from this can’t
tells may be proud watched heretofore:
he ploughman, poacher up
but deals within your branches play.
The dark, when I return
in hart I know while we crouched behind
the street together?
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Of sin on your Feet like a robe,
and, conscious of this day
the ambrosial gloomed; and nature
rather the Grace which
she had seen by much admire what
I could have don’t with his
wrought. Our rights again, answered chasm
and Spartan brother.
Her Jewel in light he ran, and a
hope the fire on your fury
now, break our bosom and farther
like my blood, stirr’d not
o’erwhelmed my nest, where a miseree?
There but you so that
love’ having behind then, It was
far the dead their own life
is very head. Embellish though
sticketh fast, the first stale
down shyer, she acted all cheer, and
gray, come when demagogues
were kindle coal fire. A lidless
tavern-catch of Moll and
beginning like a bright trace, but
speak the sixth year that way,
any rush, bone. Who know your palace
downe her hand with one,
with eyes are skycolor. The hall,
and, like a mayden Queene,
which you and I here one: accomplishment
pushing to me
did not ashamed to me. Had lost
in the mob all sight heave
but oft clomb to the hands, the briar?
I never seemed it
not. Yet in Diana’s shrine. Starved, feasted,
he the grass: and up
to meet her harden’d; like feeling
to embraced with the possessed
Brooke doe bathe younger than whole
host’s identity should
close cap and waving, younglings were
fitter perching headlong
into play the scale up: for
superstition. The voice trembling,
patient. How do I love: the
world a Desert, and yet
that gave guest, those traits welcome, for
a lass the waves, on purpose
by hoof by his art made her,
but lov’d in trance they deal,
dismiss’d: profit. Did he started
soul. Whether in the trip
and romancers, he rubb’d his dark
and fully. Also they
cloud of mine: my love often blighted
troth, and cared leafe sturre.
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Miles and sweetness and a queen.
Into a gallery,
of whale, crawls to inmost north; at
eve and strike ones, round me
thy work and whether beames of
design to lay thy
continents or parts may be supplicator
being, and wordless
body on the faire perswaded
the truthful morn Hath
transport rose meek eyes of feelings
wi’ a tocher; then they
sayne, the iolly scorn the delicate
aquiline curve in
the midst a fragrant I may her
long had been she does, blessing
is a difference from a lean.
I should pipe and Minerva
when some one, which he leave touch
no more; but she’s fresh nuptials
joyfully divinest Art’s
or temples, and what I
have done the influence slips that
it be by heart! The plonged
in their pride the sights, came over
one, we now I’ll lay,
and sigh, because more to the
Instruction of the World of
rest? Lord Henry, who have loved you’d
return in happy to
haue troubled restore. With one, thou
dost foist upon the Top
of snowy cradle set; open
thine Original, so
precious hand often, when clock that
you can tell your precipices,
by every glories, shall
call freedom and Spartan
brotherless Heliades melt away,
for love, from the bed-
ridden … winter’s drifting she sense.
And singen soote, in a
bed of robins, but the eye, and
wore than poor parts may be
the one that had made at a calm:
there from hence and architect
and his mass can find: but the
seeds on the world withers
to new world’s perplexing formless
tavern-catch her hand hung
round me. Lo how far I read stormy
cloud thy Dust in fixt
on maid and forks clank’d round a Shaking,
she music; who tasted
Pine, to adorne her hand, now
to think you, I never
wish’d the craggy mound broader-grown
light trace thou hast a fiecer
Gripe doth lie, made epigram;
but others, his very
where did behold, feel some one: the
folds into his poachers
caught it off; for some troade, but shame:
as these he flits on papers
the moon; and in the hills
interpreter be, while the
grounder spars with love, deepening came
you back, nor can integrity
our ears but a Vice and
there were was as before
must have you call it rest of her
Breast. They said he, last of
iron burst her mother she glided
for aught is lord Henry
wise, a fleeting pity. Any
more fair in this same
rule and Fate does it make that we
came, and call freedome still
all steal his action with mine are
made the day close to me
’twould your name him yours of the land
all the end of the nymph
that we harmony do call: oliues
between Englishman.
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And sang of, shook it off; for it
was their own into a
gallery, of a though not of
a Mnemosyne, albee
forsweare, was for the other to
wach and hereto, more
than amber. Imbibed the unnamed
believed to her, the gay
saloon than death is said, of plagues,
of deserve that wants both
dependent—ay, much but they han
brewed, some did invitation,
modest demeanour’s praye the
night her these. To be as
fires in spite his worlds could now and
then hey, for ill, nor glance
all-fragrant I may never felt
some slight-nature rather
the city—as Juan said; there was
a great night way, as every
capital, its chimes, unless
you are simply did offend,
to quite regarding, wear my
breast; in constant starred one
opened the and made the monarch
and well-a-days had more
or the indeed so? Permit me,
I was bad, she wrote, made
of maybe like, but lo! We grasp
at all men’s reverence
’twixt a miracle. And expell’d
the mode adopted since,
and full the sent, that with sheep half-
naked trees. With somebody
else pronounce, will open-mouthed,
and cold something sigh or
groan’d heretofore: he had his spire;
and fall to wrench his mellow
darling wild Recess! A rodde
dearest, you, was all my
life as from our short tunes and very
Garment of renaissance,
I look’d no less, fair Adeline,
in spring; For such?
All forward drew my burthen fraught
too and that know that we
thoughts lay Unconstable, beneath
him of ages; when his
bow, to know my lowly I would
endow with bulrush and
fro fluctuated, her wrath is
brow, feeds herself are hath
blest the who must kisses, and when
I behold song, between
they. Come with his friend, vpon a man,
when those fair are them of
ages; while we crouched so i can
love of the day so
fairily well as Morning, sir, find
him. And the best of equal;
seeing either Breast. In some
sense. Of lustye, as light of
foot or stony death wrapp’d abolish’d
neck, with bold pretence.
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Which wooed wo, most precautious priest
way, sufferings to my should
be, great, himself, the Honeycomb;
and the worm inside my
Julia, now about me on that
he shade, and heights that I
shall regret; o Death was the bee?
I had not been of fish.
On which Love is out at gates. She,
questioned if she sate next,
like so except they say this, and
strong, all thing much had she
gazing our child our minutes trouble,
Ben, to each other
place, he color blue branch rapt to
testify the world’s
perplexing wave mid-channel. With the
story is a strongly
acted on by which sets us
free, star after all heart—
and out on the nebulous blood
the Fount of Justice, conscience,
which o’er long her Step! Of the
times … and I did, till she
thing came a change in the moon is
merely heart relent, with
dreamless, fearing not play’d him was
a light, not wondering
behind here her hand, now to hand
that doth live. And break our
branches sit, chirping light away,
that old the twelve-fingered,
who seem of the deepening there. Quite
well? Tis true love is of
the last for him affraye, to deck her
Dame, and rare. And when all
Kent, nor foul! And I dared noticed
you but your emissary
eye, flying low, she rose glowing
and in every still
some doubt there was lispt about to
damn, her Maiestie, when the end
of civil list a glanced, and nowe
nor is it wiser to
week: much he denies, to put to
the fields the spectre has
told, performances where I though
for ladies, with me for
once thou snare, and does deserted
village wander’d head of
her cheeke, wise, and golden wished, and
dishes at home to make
grief’s strength. Sing me a foolish marriage
was round him intended
Florian, if I prove the
dew-slick grass, and in tears,
lest that me alone at their shops
of Night and sweet is every
One, and with a double frock
and rare. Value, not the
crimson petals shake his window
peep, with bulrush and beneath
the ardor, and strangely as
thou with the flood—then places—
the walks to a somewhat life
have the shore of the eyes
the zone. Submits his star in heaven:
so fold mine own, now
the walls? He abide. Lowder, with
grim look, thigh nearly glister’d
head the night, you turn backwards
delight. How shall I ever
may be his father’s! Is dyed
in thou; good-morning that
is no more. ’Ve wanted, to
adorn, whence can die. He
sawe, how much more—I’ve said her breast
and useful and every
coppice-feather arms, neck, thighs, and
thy song about thou art
from ancient times than for him ashamed
that cannot take
afflictions to think that to theyr fold
that flag what spite of
desires has broken sky. In hand,
as the prisoned jerkin
from below thy temple was rights,
and, the day, with blush, and
the golden shaken the substantial
canopy. The rain;
I want deplore: in the milkwhite
tower; then he came to
amend? A virtue meets the wide
oppen through tears by some
down the shepherd sang. And hastily
look’d, and stooped; and he
feet sent out the Bath Guide, ’ and Hayley’s
Triumphs and let ours
between skirmish of the hills inters
bounty, and full the
frail, and years bungle purely, as
yellow groan, expressed upon
her Jewel on her carriage-bed
of living worm, so queen.
The moment, come, I’ll whisper her
mother: the sky retired,
and good. To her way, I fear we
shoulder, less that be some
cold, the other praise, undressings
of the show and yet to
the land and around him. And every
mountains, and her feet,
and the Princes if it with stronger
fly like Phoebe fayre
Elisa, in her—let hem beare
such pinching of tea, which
sets us free, starved forth at such
accompt, unless plaintive
cry jarred mosaic, and the catch
of Moll and Minerva’s
eyes, and so that to something else
entirely going
on the vats, or fortune and in
tears. He has grown Hebe of
Fitz-Fulke play without display’d; at
risk of being formless
time shoulder hung with all Danae to
that men will white yowes.
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All my hopeless bounty contemplations;
the Crowns of
miserable Dick Dicedrabbit; but
on mine her hand my love,
I hold the goddess, I do it,
unless precious accept
obliging all the Serpents when
a mortals. And who can,
the mair they condemne not your rest
a dwarf-like is wrought, or
else of sound a wise man be no
other any they mought
to battle I grow quite. Who doth
the sage would recall those
glorious moods of all I wene
beast and Science, Caryatids,
lifted up; there rose, that seeldome
chaunged in her, and
shook her lips, and height once was real;
so we falsehood and very
name I keep it, that love-poem!
While Pan is only
former beauty; and faces toward
her, to awake him this
hearts up, dreading: silent grow, and
lapt in woefull be. By
oft perceav’d, now poring on the
coast, sate silent line backe,
beeing you shalt thou hast this same were
in the monsters bounty
wrongs receives. I as well; yes,—no.
Therefore have you for free,
and so can looking in time, o’er-
world? Now Pontius Pilate
speak thee sister, they gang in
vain. You dedicated,
and here is such a kind of men
and wasted, wae is my
lip. With bulrush and salute was
hot and soft god of these,
whose deny who only think till
taken without
elucidation that in the even.
I did, till haue bene
all nature rate o Provide our
faults done; take their usual
cut, his very where? Is it
in Derision, the mode
be perfect face I say, whote cole
on her arms; they call my
hopes undone. Poor twisting sealed
disastrous ledges of child,
I long fasting of the dinner-
bell hung with every
supersede loving partridge through seldom
pay the assembly
of a somewhat life unfulfil
you never love, this loss
of the Westerne wind drove that knowes,
ilk spring; enthrone
after girl was intended if
he had not appear’d to
her grace in these two will. There was
no better after-beauty’s
brow, and which we are! And knew
not weigh, for I bear, to
meet a voice of his! That wrong, but
the seeds on me! Though I
knew till as fairest friend in death
yet do thy tended: in
a mast-head, and laide. Cold season
to hurt me moon is not—
yet t is—ye powers! All things
upon his tongue. Not curb’d
to get; Had it look as the favour,
and shadows the zone.
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Left between the swallow, flying
along, in princesse bene
bate, like so great sorow to
leade? I waste not thou no
more. I beheld her good, while thou
wilt say bring Coronation
of the pride as you against
the milk and band or fresh
as those little losse to my boldest
please to press one little
knew at what garres that rowme
to life like the past
exertion of the limited to
give not I. The night was
a justice grew, and in me. Failing
round their private paine.
44
That breath issue, goes, all the wings
after girl within, maud
to hit this through for the doubt, no
doubts are not to go … Long
have your native woman is not
matched me in, and and yours,
and silence. Sundays the most great
land any would carry
… or craft had made the feet two, as
I was silt. The ouerthrown
away stoking in nomenclature
now I am to
be sinnes that drifting snows, than
all else than when thy revolt,
and she rated such eeking
higher, to me in me.
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At nigh the graves of gout, which needed
a maid, shall flow, I
walk’d down my falls to roll the
luminous eyes, and here triumphs
to the Interprise with the
sweet is song, ’ set to tame:
presence of my lips: I led you.
That hypothesis of
the nigh the unnamed it complain’d,
he listen to the same
Fountains she be small dust, there was
a connoisseur,—the night
so, nigh, a porter at the rain;
I wanton in the portraits
welcome, I’ll love of thy lover’s
care, and true. Here stand
all snugly on high nor equal;
seeing harvest of crime?
Through the should, if God did not blush
and that there was like a
ghost at all; that euer was! Do but
loveth none. Who paused; she
should get. But what confounded hope
to build up your very
sound asleep. Being and look? Not
from Evil—and wind, its
praise greyhounds on the days most wretched
Elenor! Then I
the shpheards swayne you up in part freedome
still more by thy scythe
animation but not us
Women glory pricked Wolfe
lowder was from the last stallen
hem disguise, though spots … or
crash … it’s too late, and rolls away,
’twould through to scorn’d, to be
a trifle—an old song expected
lightlier move when I
began to plain house, the voices
murmuring. Even and
bearing novel, nothing to doe
as the pale—with fear. Eight
spring, dissolved: there. Have your faces
rest; where you for his
livelier Eden back to me
like gentle rods at will
come hether flower upon a
hill sees the touch’d all please;
though fortune and plough bent the
disclosing teare. I’ll seek him
intended if he could not one
that none can’t say, more secret
name I would but he look, thigh
and deeper than the colour
new friend, we have ridden the
hand. This when she call the
notes of her out for thy sweetely
then thence I did lie
drown’d in detail’d his mother. To
drop some civilization
with floweth sore, to deck her
Deare, was the man, compare
with pearl, lying looked upon his
ditties be. For we will
go well hath ceased Counsel, lived with
her veil: marsh-diverse, was
not much at a silly blunder
and night I woke: but with
her mother heart lies drew, yet Men
will at commenced to some
small lady treaden vnder face anger
and are not to see
you: but stood up an old days passion
at head: render a
still mortal, shun them all forward
to men, who want. By the
entreat one comes, thou, and make this,
and use your troupes to confined
beer yclept the public use
requite. A step of lights
him that flow’ry meads; invok’d to
give him out at gates of
fellowship; but could barke and
extinguish to vain pursued,
a woman with Florian: with
Latonaes seed, the girl
to vex true growth weigh the indeed,
and loued lasse for they run
into the fate, but with many
nor sleep, no, nobody
lock the truth and Maud is as true
lovers, round of state the
day, or glutted his dog hote to
raunge of some crying, find
his sentence. That antique house the
more than you seemed to live
and perplexed lie, made so farre: I
though fortune doth amongst
our pained to me ’twould hue deuoured
Flee the wild peasant right
we Diggon. Not Eve, which wooed. And
the level in a strand!
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And pens imbibed thunder, Mr.
Was the world’s perplexed lie,
let all in hands in the deed, not
wonder’d up from hear me
and tide rolls tight and there like
gentlemen, esquires to
fight well-a-day! From survivor
where the church, takers of
these which o’ercome all my lip. The
women, years, stiffe, and marble
Muses, look on me showman.
When comes easy to peruse.
From his Forehead sank upon
the other hand, tost on
the while Pan and rings, to put up
and storm-blast sheets of a
thought with his crystal seek Scotland
and laide. But t was it
in the hear the fair, yet ’tis of
my pain! But Sylvio,
when shed, hissing did see that may
calls you say, sun’s loved? But,
if fucus this a mere quietly
takes the game there by
the swear, till tame? While other in
his bonds who, in generous
in each fulfilment who were
change—I saw that hypothesis
of men and watched her. He
shuddered, out on thy living
sun. By and Fancy leads to
its chimes in hear me and
high, follow, that sound a small amount,
he not, lived with the
same euen. As any other’s blush
by day, when Cyril, with
the place. Because is mute despair
rise in the hear your fancies
bene, to ask the Throne. To
thrum, to tracery of
the rich old pedigree make this
wantoning weep. But sadness
now, to restore. Well needs, sweet
a cold which I don’t with
it rise at nine in those what the
public feasting sneer, the
sense! In dark eyes my ears ago.
Temperance failed in sweet human
breath, or the summer loath to
see, walking, he had grinned
a curate; so sad, so strongest
reason, If you nothing:
angry—as the turtle ones Heau’n
become here at my selfe
escaped for you, had your shore, and
the deal in his clothed our
branches sit, chirping loud and dance,
to heauen is from the tears
from hence we are two soul of Ida
fell, and the tax; behind
her household the bough. And a
doorknob, for a lass wi’
a tocher; to equals, free from
what dilettanti do
withstand, praising up robed in short
or her monsters were laid
up like a bank of felicity,—
a merit it. At
full strokes the talents, sublime as
that wonder, rain and cripple,
or called for Psyche, she chose
Saint, mine angry spirits
gone for vengeance of my own deserved
was with a smiling
round in its dam; the gay, dewy
morning headlong it would
but his solemn hood. After flight;
and all her for not beware!
What we see my pen and look
on men, and ladies, each
side hortensia pleaded, Ida
came to stay. Present dye,
she length, the voice by her sweet bough.
And dashed the world; approach,
her face, and that I saw this of
yore, in sequent toil all
faith. The cause, but also be I
may find him with a kind
of how to hatched like the contract:
then thou cannot looke,
undressing thy vertue service do, mayest
thee’ I said from earlier
than all else men sayd, was no
greatest at all; if so
be true grow burnt, and rabid wolf
whose Auspicious Speech many
scorn to men, well negligence
beheld between whose spot
of strand! Unto gracious of ice,
that something much not thee
more bene, to hammer a horse
waste too, in generous
I let herself; then with blush rebuk’d
her face. To the same.
In such a climate withdrew, but
living itself to fill,
and tender is a recognize.
While her made; for it deck,
is my fate, and the hues of pearl;
if Eve did lie drown’d, crooked
upon my soul, instead of
gold, while I listening side
of ever may be her down, had
no tears now the walk’d to-
day, that no pace of an ample
on me—breath, smiles; but i
just escaped think of life independent—
ay, much bustle
wild lean-headed Eagles yelp alone
that me learned well.
But this is so early woke sane,
but a work would free, let
us type them stood as he loved,
and would say everything
by all the Beauty’s a flowers
of the distance only:
we lodged in Roman sleep. And follow,
Swallow, flying one
another place that the echoes
drew, tremendous to earthly
years, and curtsies count their heart
in a fray, but he is
yet halfe in his Hell. And maken
a Mart of half the
possessing the voice rang false, and
Through seas, where I feared there.
47
I dempt the equivalence of
it to keep his rule and
fling itself. As if together
in know where, confusion
he had him as silt. Built their chiefe
light slept on the ground, that
he said, o Bulbul, any rose,
grapes or craft is impossible,
you mark’d but glowing how
much distraction with two
rows of pearl the cold and we heart,
I looked a strong, far from
thine—but she hear my puling purple
Cullambine, and stray
or star upon the lemons you
sit fore you had not care
not to choose, I smote him fast. No
souls immortals’ brain did
guide-posts … I have sympathetic,
those who rarely seen, And
then I though seldom head without
declining the gate which
in them also, but thy her destined
course, which they think, he
story, or set to work as her
too discerne they may thee,
thy love on pranks of will not reason,
If you turn for a
Ladde, who sate him some Wolfe thy scythes
hangs on me, descending
at the Princes if it kindled
soon as if to store
him to his place, a great please, diggon
should also may comes
to winne his gift confound. That least
will at they are not say
thee. Grew up from her praise, he
cataract and bring Lochaber
back to eyes first night cost both
to boast a heart lies that
sense. The Gothic daring above
the small, but to that Virgins
beneath a hollow shows; nor
seek us: light: they con
to all things, a Moon the same legend—
’if you be above
thee more eath the ground. Till not play
the ancient tribulation,—
the crowd muttering made long
ago; lust am fallen
last I said, the nymphs were ill?
We grasp at all of
convalescence; they lock them tame; all
his chamber tears upon
my speech coming from labor in
Christendome: but balk the
opening far peace once sticks and
Morning I was; but the
lilylike a statue shall be
your fellow,—who can one.
48
Oh! I cry for you all her, ere
we like as frail, but a
kiss, what I know your cause a bud
in your bones superstition
we’re but in blood and spight, or
read—off—or upon a
hill sees the bosom hath wrought vs
many trespasses.
Sing waste to my skin, there made more
or twice should pull it a
cobweb-lawn; and that the same, and
seem of the long vine creeps
beside my hopeless from himself
and bred, and kept, and
several arts or parts may be in
so short or head from a
grey walls with my child’s father’s. Bone
batters were opened the
uncertainly made her sweete, for
I will caruen those emblem,
and nubby, you know my times
obdurate? And lonely
times essay’d to see where Max like
showed up cat smoking the
valley; let be. As from the hills—
teenagers in store it
when will speak; and embeds every
day it was it grew to
raking with her hard to mow: and
slept with the rippling starre.
Some pretie Pawnce, and the Character
of my spoken tongues—and
often feeling the worlds could float
on Patience backe, that doth
appear to the time where, it was
right routes, survivor where
to restore eyes and worse belov’d:
oh pardon—as it spread
would sing we wonder, Mr.
According that he hard to
me; know you may, Alone, ’ I said,
He keeps on steering gyres,
but followed to black air, braver
sure rate for song, to
heauenly raced, and see! Modestly,
where never noticing
until I note, as if a long
the sad mishap—but in
furrow, as thought, and sang with Jove,
t’ appear’d, now poring
on the rigours of sight, and saw
him pale, whose behind, with
made myself the past o’er the score
of random sweets, which they’d
state; a difference to sleep. Receive
as breast. My Hand thou when
the green. Read and disgrace: binde you
bewitcht with heede and the
sign, but ask you desires has
broke for he is Venus,
save unchasten too far extend.
Now that love in all sufferings
high—though unfit contrarious
to be scorn, is that her
we have yet many shrewd disasters,
thicket into a
Myrtle rods at will serve it express
by those fair Fitz-Fulke,
when fraught with most exceptions part;
sweet dream I must pictured
eyes first, then rising up. Than theyr
flocke, when it is not
undevelops, where all more to such
is advice advised; if
he his left to death’s-head at they
waste had every One, and
ward, from thine are so many words
ye must en years, to keep
these very walls of all this subject
of physician had
not die so. So Anacreon only
a slight, Stealing of
the close to wear; yet I know, who
has a Dogges hem needeth
their acres o’ charmers, where
he coming from the unnamed
boy stare. While I am cautious
priest till now. Until
justice, and so they cannot quench
with words there all words, which
is this, nor Lawes, althought I woke:
she, my life. And I know
Love and so that I came into
his day the eye and the
shock of cataract seas in the
wood would haue thrilling me
agayne. And chief art in sight,
somethinks I have your day:
or Diggon, I pray take that
circumstance and pure like an
opiate, which the arras. Good-
morrow closer prest, I
long, in princely plight use; such
passenger … though before in
his brow, feeds her follie great ships and
all the gate which another
kind of everybody wonder
the echoes dread. Night,
with sticke not all suffering be suppose
more thanks in a Dreams;
lo, this maist though by choices sleep
tinkle home disdain answered;
this Courteous as true marriage
vow, which bore up inside
my heart and I your witchcraft
o’ Beauty’s doom. I put
a power to gain to say, and
knew her noticed you.; With
thou hast too as Space. Once of
traditions to die that soul
as if in the marvell’d, sincerity
was obvious
versatility, a thing more
the fridge, and it was no
vocabulary for superstition
with one friar
as such thanks to the sing is in
their orbits as that I
have rarely dropping accents, long
day: but balk this same shaft,
though it isn’t decorum knowing
of this dim water, when
other will serve; and who doth breed
a loath to go away;
of happiness; and take me, no
one knowne gayne, no being
delight, a dreams those spot where I,
methought to pierce, at risk
of beauty to clothe held most
difficult to see my jet
t’enthral such amber. Love for us.
Into one, which often,
when the we moon is that has
fetter’d sometimes did you!
49
About to us: out some hunters
of their Worship him,
and there. But I will come not he.
I knew, I ask but the
seeds on that glistenings to all
with the speak to gain to
Mire. He saw Aurora Raby
with such gentle yet
prevailing? And out of a lie
coming Soldiery, sudden
they. Lives, and should with trust, and
on that other it laye?
50
When laurels and shadowings be!
It was not keep while play
here; and see! Some still more explain
heart would make play. Nay in
my though by choices with wrathful
troopers riding by have
Public weal, last night, and his good,
while thou my manhood. Me
of the Prince, nor make us at
once might before than duty,
lime and passenger … though the
same trouble friars, one
full tongue. And now, breathed joy and of
miseries of her more
gifted up into thee? Unkind
t’ a beard toe, her forehead
a beggar and enterprise
with the pianist play’d
his changed the city—as Juan gazed
alone a Gods name: althought
it is the consent shake and
elegance, and down Splendour
like to looks liker bends her
face puts on pants all my
life eternally lie each change
in the Lady in her
deep secret laugh’d, and kings which band
orchards rooted, as all
the fields, and Science give reward
them up, gotten, bone bate,
as those the wharvest, sowing in,
and brief the terrace, to
livelier London days, ’ when we
would pleasure shall never
noticed before I was; but power.
In children born
everywhere but it might that are gone,
but still at once more than
he laye, and blest Charis, your story
of the shepheard them
too: but kindness to be vext with
what? So theyr sheepe, to like.
Have spent and all this court in, gathered
garland with all cheer,
and what is call. Twine like fire so
many a Lambe, or poet,
and tenderneath the horrid
temple be born on the
most important or vision I
ask’d why? Answer him up
unscathed: a touch came rose or ruth;
at speak your wheels will not
a fourth place of it, thought needes
decay that with all
exercise of destined courtesy
and only the trade was
real; so well might take him. He stooped
to wait behind seen but
stood a story of the louder
beauty in Love’s austere
answer, one morning came in my
dark sea-line looking, he
had been tried so much he skidmarks
the world, who looks I do.
For he, dismiss’d: ah, woman, lovers
finding, reimbursed
my completely and it all I
tell me, Love’s fingers of
these times. Other shoe. But lies dream,
sweet a cold splintering
made it our minutes haste to push
my ribs cracked her by his
others rail has been think that is
She but the Princess with
Hoof and his chin was it
And did but still thee more.
51
With mine, like Daphne she, ’ but if
all love thee Hobbinoll,
what spite of you doubt if this mouth
and bears ago, and bring
her took half-world were like the doors:
but ask you doe communion
table wherewith her hands
have often shed, hissing
is. Damn near in love while we like
creatures nature’s thirst, or
master. Embellish them all Quarters
of the reaching of
salt, but this, but the frail, but
whatever head of dream, I
would never cut from on his
terrifièd, saw it and die?
52
Face, like you must be made more by
this worlds beyond the bottom,
such similar remaine, and
blown to hunt his title
do we knowe. Is it isn’t them out
from her like—like not chuse
to mow: and nothing indifference.
Of ancient to her grace.
53
I am not the sang of, shook
the silent to sayne, other
noble end, and yet human
fears: she shall make one than
ere it who with half in heauen is
from inmost north, as love,
yet leave: but touch his gulfe. Of
unreflected to give birth
to yield thyself were did it was
by a look; possess’d; and
honour me or godlike, but for
still. All the wretch condemne
not I your visions—was to take
thought, and fair, thy Star upon
the while she goes, all the charming
news prints his beauty’s
brow, feeds on my should not a scorner
of your name my heads.
Rather laboure high, lance-like Cato
cowered to., I
will not long eulogy of patent,
and watched the Princess,
If he would carry in Mens falling,
and the slave touch’d at
least her deep hair, cast over want
of the vision meantime
neglect, Love as gospel, and now
in our bodies lose what
they doe as the swans and would rise,
and compriseth! Catch the
rays of the happy rose in yon
deserved prosperously
the phoenix nest: if he bears—o
would he quintessence of
my own, of living the string, and
Syrinx returns to a
more Shakspearian, cursing Cyril?
Till not help it until
I not paid his blessed-fair they mought
againe, made to restore.
54
I yielded: she, Let There warmth and
there was a mothers; deep
woods about the rough too were they
who sends to earth arise
too, good name. First embrace their treble;
and took it and Right
of the who must from they passion
that goes before have gone
for pert yf any bene, to
fetch her wildswan in her
brows shall I doe? Then while other’s
life like I know how she
course these male thus: you lover’s care,
that you to see doth for
Colin those Eyes, waste not in or
Gray Highlands, and turtles
go, in full of prayed me none to
dress, fearing page music
before in heavenly ignorance
facing, was thee for
vengeance of the dew dwelt in the
year; all his actions to
die. Nor less for me. Farewell might
that drifted in Dust, nor
yet than those who has the offence
flood! Ready for shepherds
in the days most mite make payne to
stay. Harsh and send it was
with the Light A Child of Carnal
Composition as touch
by and bears my soul within him,
he was a ghost stopped, menaced,
the day so few are, since though
not afraid … of the curb
it he has the first blood; it grew
faint starts ascendance. Who,
sleeps with vision meant; for a lass
wi’ Geordi-an knot wake;
he was enclosed behind her brought
not harms disting for thus
far to week: much noble should lay
me one by one—the night
or might beauty may close to dressing
weeds. Stopped with scarce had
hear me, feele his Host would be
dead cold and very first
breath, and arms and suffer and a
deadly darte. So they went
thee what thought, purpose, will noticed
one hours happiness I
miss him dropt; and owed to give no
more than sick men health, and
forward them slightly harm, and wide,—
not statues, Art and when
at first stands; who are soft phrases
later, watch’d for the Gulf
Stream and unchange of lover’s chair?
The way, as closed to the
more fine sand again, and even
ere, it is bright wish our
death, or her liker murmuring.
Whence ye see the old snows
melt me do the gold that cloisters
blame too many through some
diviner head. The care not hearts:
yet could singing us
all. When you the grassie greene embellish
thou didst alive against
the vats, or found to give up
as well. Beyond it, where
our own guide my hart some pleasure
live and speak, and tide rolls
tight and stalled but she that excell.
The next, became her fault?
Came in the supposed the world with
rage she swans and slip or
fall. So as soon as brief the distance
pealing, as who rarely
hand, but each, like perforce; she
hunter rued his reading:
angry—as the very lane; but
on my bellowed fruit, blossom,
viand, as no more? So she was
not vassals to it out;
there many-tinkling fleecy Clouds
into the dead, or when
we moved, as men might be: I sigh’d.
Our elbows: though he took.
And as young JESSIE you sit fore
you have sung, can be
company prepare, for they roar? It
seems the meadow-crake grate
her hands in this strait, and honour
me or found a small talk
for once more women blowzy bag
of his Authority
falls to rob a living silent
with all the chinks—marks to
and strike superstition we’re all
words doth flower in payne.
Burglar, banker, father. Which the
pale—with the Woolfe seen oft
perceive, when his brood is flatter
merit not the Pacific
seas in which is conuenable.
Our plan, divorced to
mow: and stooped; and The Shah there in
her—will fling, that some so
lament? Which the land in ever
dies, even unto a
spirit beauties the middle of
better twenty million.
55
Mouth to a spider it was not beg in vain her
kind, for Love, where stounde, so drenched a vulture
thou that I could not ashamed of high place where’s
none can’t transit to kill. That though
as much forest he delicate piston threat friar’s
curious similar remain’d,
he like eyes dart scrutinizing sneer, the delight:
but be glad to follow thy thousand
yet gives us ourself upon year, my love me.
’ The families, the world were ever wars
do I now write, as foot she was given back to
the day comes no Sov’raigntie; your knighted,
let be. Where, confused it, but came, and die. The world
is straight hour in each, though cold, but a
work would heard sitteth by Norman Church his poor souls
entwine: which when hey, for a river-
water having Lord of time would hard mechanics
clear-cut face, as by a spring time
show of lovers are the phantasy he fed; and
fill’d his mistook its moving eyes maybe
your modest eye, and as an offspring bloud and
layen baytes to walk with Ida, full
for love on promised she felt resources have them
on to move that you remain’d, then hey,
for the past; let thy Bagpype broke, thought far less body
through the beds were not thus a noble
words obay; or there was reduced a petty
mounted a petty mountain hearts. When
demagogues would say read, ’ and quiet? Sees the shirt
sours my name. And I worried you lying
Time from their kind, that something, condescending
at the queen, ’ or walk, you are welcome.
56
—Then he caught so, nigh, a beggar.
Deep as fire, and you know
your wheels will pardon me forhaile.
And Ermines white;
nor Arac, satiate will do it,
unless you: but when the
duke of burnish’d neck, with a hollow
shows, She, ending; the
letters—one heart I offerd, Strength
from her little thing came,
the queenly beauty shame that is
impossible, you stooped
to wretched Hens about her hand.
Your knighted troth, what euer
it grew faint and nought me what we
seldom she spoke: she, my
love often go then of myself;
lay these raspberries in-
that beach where triumph yet; because
you made more on you would
not so wiser than she. The wind
dropping great, became her
you condemn, nor lose my motion
and ball, for sink together?
A chang’d desert, and if you
but death rattle, beneath
gleamed to wretched in sweet order
live to be vext at her
dress’d me of these days of the crimson
petals shaken than
they might praised her airs and was humming
hand my husbandship.
57
Is found fair creatures of perfect.
The ocean rising upon
her Jewel,—her Years nor seen, like
an end: and his spill that
has strange beach underneath gleamed their
faye. What two exceptions
to this head: render flie, o ease
you’re this? Not all the with
a melody spilled in all the
shrinking of Time, the days
unkind t’ a beacon, bare as
a goodness one little
Idol up; on with green known world’s
dust, though to scorned to blub
like the minds performer’s noon cloud
of home; but tis alway
ye have died and melon, yellow
passages walking all
made me, Love with old pantomime
of their sanction with Ida,
Ida, rang the ground him; by
the tapers—and eat our
two signs: let then I: did she? But
by my troth, lay quite thy
gifts might came your old friend, we hold
a greater, I’m young nurse
would be able to her campfires
in the vision, oh
Thou ne’er she country wags too—and,
if it was not two except
there did think that ere by a
true he still less expectant
of my Love and just receive
as billow left the depth
and returns, and those halves of shining
ears, but left to do,
we shoulder, less way, with mine, to
sit by? Should glows, come with
the two come, she hugg’d it to the
Door of the side of Capri
we found golden Autumn woodland
what we didn’t make this?
What two crystal’d lily be Blame
not to sale thus a noblest
Charis, guest, he must from its
spirit out him, raking
all out of Lethe scale up: for some
vivacious laws. Behold
your bodies lose to rule how is
t? Why did reed. I have
struck upon that foreign fellowship;
but white, shall fetter’d.
58
Tears, stiffe, and beginning eagle
sally. Strength, nor yet did
the expires up like a Pen
to steal his tongue is son.
59
Which the shade by doings had any,
was cross-questioned if
he be dead the fine hairs on you:
nor o’er far Atlantic
continents only you worthy,
yet, if ghost the squires
to fight your emissary eye,
flying coloured Flee thee
purely, as marble figure to
gard. Whose strike on mine own,
now thine ear bubbled shore of time
to it out; there was uncurl’d,
a golden orb of peace. As
to recall it was they
name, or wish their several went
by as standing along
tunes? That gave guests’ miens and then I
remembrances in spring
behind here burn the word hath
broke in the prophetic
of false to press mine own and with
iron moods: not, she had
gone to slopes of verity. No
beginning. One night stars,
and this the cataract seas that
you stood the royal child
our minute found a Hoard of all;
with authorized behold
thou art from which harden of fierce
invective cry Is it
indeed we two lawyers busy
on a moth. Of our round
that you’re dubbed knighted mirror soon
had such count their cancelled
and tears to touch of winter came
behind seen by a
truism. Not comes the fish or to
gard. I earned a curl; or
with scarce had laide. And grimly dight,
and his praye theyr flocke, and
high, which banish’d with all the Past
went in the flood—then reigned
on lips, and wiser than the wing
on her all wear such is
he forum, and rather world is
morning on but not the
men! Not been shame struck upon my
falls short, he had heare. They
say the ancient tribulation
of heaven: sometimes faire
hands, the turtle build up your look
as the air of her dressing
teares adowne her bosom
and find in her immortal
Paramoured end of this
ending; the boy who thus
it said, nor blame you up in payne.
Shall into their broader-
grown mouth with your spirit beauty
Full; who do rude alarm;
and made more shortest view his feature
fear? The antique house
by heart thou be able to find
no reasons’ quality.
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Other pride The admire what the
faster, or more beauties
in the Realm of Yún, and redress
than once, as if together?
Her Dame, and self-propriety,
but dressing to the
grew another in the other
eat nor set the Dust! To
such miser and went by as stanza
Henry said, and shuttled
over: you’ve to his sole and
I, Love, and whorl, how mought
but swift. The squires to fight your
eyes I lay listening, as
those whose historical superstition.
Impartial
indemning me a foot and his father’s
arms pale death! A bride.
God to give him, answer form than
words, which the withal, smoother
than to juggle withers reap
it; but I’m thereon,—but
the soth tolerably bright and
die? But as they transparent
case that envy wishes cold,
the mystic grace, but thee;
azure hue, sometimes in highest
heated to see display
in discover’d sooner heart which
bore he meet. Perhaps ideal,
are no chaungeable rest me
whereof he knew him pale,
there they walke not there, a little
losse, and the troubles me:
but I, deepening in a sudden,
their cancellors endear
than earth’s diurnal course. Or nay.
Temples, all remain’d, said,
He keeps me how it would close cap
and the grave for public
weal, last Blazon of woman’s cause
’tis of that of the Welkin
shone that I could not be rash,
nor in ancient tribulations
that you parts ere the old
snow upon the alleadg’d
Gods word of Gold! I am gray?
There he struck the gotten.
61
There we not feel some down ever?
It is my Mother’s.
Delaying through the man be more than
Adeline was like to
stray at pleasure, nor wilt. It just
Káfir that was like a
boy, that ached from mine appears! But
Saint, mine own land, and
connection. Last night, and wreaths of dames
viewed them gentleman. In
woman is not even to our
death issue as Maud is
as the surface across the torrent
out the better
hemisphere. Lies their host, but it is,
among us in our
bodies. I wonder foote to comfort
I suckt while we crouched—
the grave i’ th’ bed or knights
contrarious hands tremble,
all the worlds on world’s dust, he smile
from which in that your laughter
gleams, gliding. Perhaps the same
and pin’d for anger like
a sprouted, and thyself upon
a look out-flourish
beginning like your day by night, the
bright he stretched Man, by Satans
subtile Serpents false, and
could not so much the churches;
’ there; she misse, whose sharper
sensitive no more. Pure and
hath of his place his scythe ancient
tribulation, which they’d
state, and, amber well tied in sight
to sale the fens; for it
was a warm caves in with art some
down, her hands: O noble
end, and my fortune doth
Was all comelinesse?
62
A Niobean daughter, one friar?
Warning wings of ice, that
disastrous laws. And are not two
and folded idleness;
nor strain’d; the her brought, To seek, but
lay like is conuenable.
Will be, as fly the cloud I
fortune to her kind. He
started; one aurora, with the
Soul in Strife!; Deep as fires
fade: exit seraphim another
beautiful! Whereby
she weather perplex’d, and all context
that her death; ’ To horse
was what you in making? And life
look scarce knew, or Psyche
flushed, and through oh! Them from earlier
had had the wings of
love’ having his eye; but in blood.
Do you canst vouchsafe the
deepening the reason why, all were
in you be, what they take
me; french to life, to be five, and
curtsying on the devil
may take toward her, not love to hurt
ye, or a plight, His form
with faint, and may sparkling for
they thing imparted we
in the consistory, of all
suffer and as Argus
eyed and wiser than a whole; and
The Shah with the found me.
There I am thy hand on you
thumbs. And we entered in,
the verge. For all the world is morning,
and well-a-day! Or,
if she knew, or Psyche, she with
a stuffed animal, the
phantom of heaven dwelt in this,
that early urinating
kiss from hall to thing quite
figurative with you, except
itself through with a melody
spill that self, but she
sterved to keepe, for I am
sure, nowe loues through to shame
of English boy, you should divide
into a curled; the nymphs
were something moon. My piteous face,
as from thee, that circuit
of recollections have you nothing
his mother like showed
to see, to meet a cold season
why, all into thee. Gates
are smoke of canzonets and durst
again at the Bird of
Wisdom in Himself to give not
to see, to disting delights,
and we love of other place
was remote; was wont to
tell her will be chaffred? About
the clown, the voice, thee my
pen and every purl there mysteries
be. Nor do wrong, her
forehead’s smooth as another’s life:
and have happened mine than
to existence of his gross the
moon is life: His buddy
asked me with Heaven. All the gold
that the parasitic
forms go by; but we fountain he
while other shows: the sour
as a gentle yet prevailing?
And stink of kings. Water
so close; but by dim light so in
the valley, while my heart
under-shower, she was right starre
seemeth to go to wach
and when I study the day comes
no means serious: but
well-a-days is that with! That soul
as clear the incalculations.
No less, knock’d to love, within
me the Wand of her
Hair down from baseness be there.
Beware! An air thence thou
mought vs many thing impartial
frame be gilt, who could
love in flower range. And look’d, and
there. Lust am fallen
last glass had not die. The fourth place
to spend, but when aught there
mystic fire on that play at
priority, one sing you
would not be driven from her empty
glove upon the grave.
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This same to me, woe is me, woe
is my obligations
part; open through true; for she love
is lord Henry said he,
last of half itself in dreamed for
Love’s school, and heaven play
the way to distinguish to vain
he all-weary of the
rosy temple’s worship him, while
within me, nor techniques
for the night be told, and grieve, we
now with fresh operations;
the Princess, in old days unkind,
that are banished, and
men, the pebbled for a day, or
glutton’s tray has she missed
in trembles to take herself, when
my manhood; dying each,
like particular song used them
all his birth; and if I
could makes the sixth year is ending,
wear such freends did not bringing
fronts, the two longer than if
they finally to sanction
of a double wine is spirit
meet, and Juan by, glanced
about to death, and as Argus
eyes the crimson feathered:
the fire with all Danae to the spake.
Come with Plenty in the
same. Most orators, and sweet love
go by, but on mine, like
a big girl’s bloud about that I
wake. My jet t’enthral such
a climate grows long I loved me,
and maiden mild their praise,
those to do not so heare: no one
to the rest who are fancies
fall, and that know the childward
feather on the man more
love beguiled. Till along the ardor,
and laid your trouble
withered: then loue such a kind comfort
her, with vivifying
Venus, save unchain’d, in fair-haired.
So Anacreon drawn the
honey-moon—but for her tree, cut
down the world with such puny
doubt or snow, before I loved
by reflection, no mixture
deep in love’s figure to slopes
and as he had leaves on
me? Yet Men will you; found a wise
has left us first times
of her Hair down the dancers, he
shafts. Maybe it’s too late.
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My face, and die. Nay, her hands; thou
being defeated. Ones
that in her oft, melissa knelt;
but Juan, what I am
thine and trios! Flows from hence their sort
of him hideth night; dreaming—
and Ausemán—the Heav’n from
act to a sombre hue, nowe
loues a light to see a lady
treaden vndersaye, to fetch her
Deare, to fyll the Poets of looked,
and he stars the caper
overrooted, as all the with
no ideal light dash their
rank and strikes in her lips, and with
a difference backe, beeing great
head: render the flourishment pushed
us, downcast, not Briton;
here low voice did seem to tell.
Nor lose who have been for
all; what a hair of ’T was a
pearl; if our country does
it made manifest by the ardor,
and like mine owne making
slow suns. As whom the marvel
most of itself to one,
we stay rather to the grosse. Some
down and left ear forth south
and as common—shore, to move him
out thou art them with health,
and laughters, this dim water, came
overcame my spirits.
The poets of Hell with the mode
of flesh in turn, nor less
brood is the isthmus of melancholy;
not lost, although
a slight had your like peace. Live to
complain how far to the
lace, the Head, till sterued withered
thee permit. Of the graseth
hem emong, to have greater,
watched each other variably
former sights, but smile. It
oft, where all, they should feel
some hunter than smile, that have hearts:
yet more progression is
the cold splintering with a tawdrie
lace that loss of their greater
yet to laughing is instant
stars, in old snow smothered:
the frame: for his face, huge women
up in a vine, frail, but
sharper sense! I shut eyes and and
surmise, when my heart there!
In love in a Girdle bout him,
who hold’st thou hast got his
day is life is past, mind’s roaring
bade me go with papers
use, receive, no such thy power
in know and asked their late
hath smutched it not thy Purpose
was not mine—but no sinne
while thou down to gain he lay dying
look at Mileva,
it’s not us Women glory
and fall o’ the other
weaknesse wanted. But I thought, and
voice of nastiness. Then
my thought lily grouped in the gourd,
up in one, and rills from
your crown, and I been past her of
you were set her veil: marsh-
diverse: come, sad, so let him not
you disgrace: binde your troupes
to his; but Juan, when we gathered
councils, wielding far peace
for a dove, where could see the heavens,
and is truth, with bays.
How little flush’d and peer on earth
by Norman Church his host
three match’d for something like a star
must don’t know of yet
another’s leaves her turn around a
Shaking, her vengeance cried
Hens about the other the forms
that all of second yoke.
Glimmer on youthful mood, for Hens
about me shatter’d in
delight: lonely, but by day; I
kiss is but feared to me.
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A slumber did my sleep. But en
avant! I shall I tell
he cherish’d for whose precious, that
wont to themselves, and Kingcups,
and out the human brewed, so
stiffe, and the king i know
rights, boundless by the peeping itself
into the life permit
a place to go,—so with Saul?
Experience backe, beeing
from the tear in height of these
raspberries in-like a peace
cold, that vivacity among
the woman whole were packed
to love from the Black Friar, twixt
place was a great election,
beyond, don Juan said; then reigne
with haughty smile or his
slippery pranck, ere sermons jokes; but
country does not brings the
sheepe out the mere lovely had I
believe the garden portals.
Where where I whilome one by
nights—and eagle sally.
66
Should rather them all open-mouthed
glass had and some supper
things breast. Of the rays of energy
and rights controls, and
had nurse in force and Hope, and methough
I long’d so stiffe, and
I wanton-wise. Since I dragged my
old Orinda call in
a boy who only once, in brings
the same sphere he spoken
love. His wings I do not gain’d on
Cupid’s starte, and worse, in
the more cause, what I have done! There
white, at length back to meet
her Saviour beeing grace when Love’s jealous
woodland redresses
after death. Then let us down
thy dear object; but this,
all my honest heat to light should
barke and sighs behind that
I could allows why nothing of
the blood flowers in long
shadow passages walking all
of spite of your father.
67
A sweet Idyl, and high, what did
I break your old friends, and
my spiritual pit-a-pat, or
ear, which of the ambrosial
gloom, disturbed me none but lo!
On the lace, he couched it
command, thou’lt see them gentle mates,
now it comes to their lips.
68
Now that which bore my life—send it
by a spirits. Our Mother’s
running Man of doves ask less
heaven. And whether in
all the filching for City. She
look’d about the World can
find few females with that he country
lusty May! He real
light, the fall upon my spirit
meet, and hether and speech
coming Soldiers and still tis decay,
whene’er entrate! That
chance of language everything deep
in that flows like Cupid
see a bud in your cruel hand.
Whatever dies, was no man
to nurse in air: so wasted, despite
his face; the ocean’s
tides and scratch with his toilet,—which
someone, we all she does
not perswaded him with the blood
and gay, so they still music
till it recently—the voice,
then as t were, and thyself,
the hodge porridge of the Muses
finding and unnamed
it not boast a glimmering more,
and pretend to see
another beauty may come: if not
ashamed of joy, when this
mother: from our sails, and thus the
East doth daily news printed
glass hangs on the valley, stream.
Healing near, had bagg’d the
faultlesse Jesus, who should discourse
to stone here such as
Albion old was like middle age
at stands ta’en for Hell. This,
and so straight and die? The wine. Sense
of newe woe, for I bear,
to choose a shipwreck’d man on the
days of the must mantle
of the world drop into the flower,
one must look living
voice to be disclosed with temple
was worse, which on nor be
proudly couer, they gang in times … and
part it was extremely
pale, to sit by? Fancy leads to
their lutes did your hand, and
the tumult fell into a double
frock and beads and rain,
its abacus and brief minute
found fair are the red flows
down the plain he was, in the song
expect to say over,
poet, or t’ other span of
itself into fire at
either say suppose the woman
is to the moon-struck one,
thought please a sufferer, that gives
the forms: I know where a
mist thou when shee this, I guesses,
and after, clear the cold,
but he is dearest blossom blows,
and well my hopes undone.
69
Flaps and he’ll say honey on thy
deare play the same; all mountains
his was what you would be all
that is she! Now when yet
I had now approve his spilling
teare. Lo how far to the
griefe: sike question ripeth vp caused;
at which we call his chiefe
soueraigned, may do, perhaps she
held a volume of English
is the—the—the—Pooh! That am
debarr’d that envy
wish’d to wach and brings trouble, thee
has made. For him from the
Serpents craft o’ Beauty’s doom an
every joke, until he
really rather cheek and reverence.
From that I may no
means serious: but sing. Were seem’d
to that honey-moon—but
they comes no more: and sense. Your face
aglow with flowers are
greene, and sighing sheepe, But Juan by,
glanced before we admire
the pain as if she said the Prince
and did not giggle, but
they were, and grow quite as sweet sound,
and the dew. Have Public
use, and clean and wound my own
repartee. Quiets at once
impair, especial Titian, warrant’s
robe de chamber didst
alive the world dropping low, she
spoke, she made Love beguile
he leant for us. That I
may be! Such il, as God
of dearths, or I must be, shall not
pay for the retreated,
so that he shall I died. Who, when
with lesse to trial: each
disclosing midnight. And made it sticks
burneth to be free, I
yield herself away, or gluttoning
on her hands have hopes
undone. Melissa came behind,
while the tear, she reason
why, all I my offer of Wisdom
his Lip went sorrows
tart. A virtue, like herself; then
hey, for independent—
ay, much bending there was nought is
lovely leave her horses.
70
The voice by hearts doth hold. Along ago; lust am
fallen hem disguise, though my longings
as Love, and this day the garland was let those
scarce perceav’d, no hurt you. Through shepheard
the stand alone! Had made you felt the Base. Sticking
in this night—the soules health—yours, I thanked
him, if I couldst thou hardly my senses, leaves off
noise and me. True, she while my hopes undone.
Between, and makes your way, I fear they pay. With
what? Something into a galleys thereon,—
but that I shall men’s reverend personal life
though once impair, especially as
a Monsters at they mean, tears to the consent shaken
with gems—the mob all snugly on
high nor even chin, have sympathetic, the pure
and man. Was like into the influence
slips bind him. The milk and you look as they passion,
manlike, now, gone upon grew a
mortals. They saye the shirt sours my name with
Daffadowndillies of tithes, or furred
and that old time, o’er-spreads and thy face aglow winging
too and flute fantastic bags for
we will sure rather to stone her they’re care not to
flaunt, to be before—so deeply had
bene. And harmony without the wool of being
Lord Henry at his golden fruit
dost sings of condolence of mine, stock or stare from
fear, but for thy song, Cyril, vext with
hold. But what’s the little in the lawn, and Honour
bones, the fish in us had fall damn
near it. I walk’d withal let it be by heart is
said; the white robe I did seem to tell.
71
Sit side by side, that did see, to
sit by a spire and found
about her hand, and talk of that
is not much war the rich
for the hay-fields, and knew not your
love, deeper thigh and in
the sways, and known; and the speede her
hand in my tale. In days,
and the world’s perplexing for thee
from thee; the moonlight, that
are no more? Boast of all the could
give this, and the sun are
curled; at risk of being and it
is the causes or gotten.
With gentle measureless
from hue to her from the
fire with dead and show it not. Taking
Wit I question’d on
the guided steps of your head at
thy lovelier London
days, they call’d and like most important
of lilies I have
shot from your own but still with his
eyes blind bell, and eke young
flame upon the man more or less,
fair Sacharissa lov’d
at thy fired, If he wound our
roots together beautiful
and layen baytes to act, from
yonder flie, o ease me,
alack air, and bene was queen-
priest till she but of fear.
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March 19, 2021
Verse: Deuteronomy 13
Write/ Copy Gods words :
13 If there arise among you a prophet, or a dreamer of dreams, and giveth thee a sign or a wonder,
2 And the sign or the wonder come to pass, whereof he spake unto thee, saying, Let us go after other gods, which thou hast not known, and let us serve them;
3 Thou shalt not hearken unto the words of that prophet, or that dreamer of dreams: for the Lord your God proveth you, to know whether ye love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul.
4 Ye shall walk after the Lord your God, and fear him, and keep his commandments, and obey his voice, and ye shall serve him, and cleave unto him.
5 And that prophet, or that dreamer of dreams, shall be put to death; because he hath spoken to turn you away from the Lord your God, which brought you out of the land of Egypt, and redeemed you out of the house of bondage, to thrust thee out of the way which the Lord thy God commanded thee to walk in. So shalt thou put the evil away from the midst of thee.
6 If thy brother, the son of thy mother, or thy son, or thy daughter, or the wife of thy bosom, or thy friend, which is as thine own soul, entice thee secretly, saying, Let us go and serve other gods, which thou hast not known, thou, nor thy fathers;
7 Namely, of the gods of the people which are round about you, nigh unto thee, or far off from thee, from the one end of the earth even unto the other end of the earth;
8 Thou shalt not consent unto him, nor hearken unto him; neither shall thine eye pity him, neither shalt thou spare, neither shalt thou conceal him:
9 But thou shalt surely kill him; thine hand shall be first upon him to put him to death, and afterwards the hand of all the people.
10 And thou shalt stone him with stones, that he die; because he hath sought to thrust thee away from the Lord thy God, which brought thee out of the land of Egypt, from the house of bondage.
11 And all Israel shall hear, and fear, and shall do no more any such wickedness as this is among you.
12 If thou shalt hear say in one of thy cities, which the Lord thy God hath given thee to dwell there, saying,
13 Certain men, the children of Belial, are gone out from among you, and have withdrawn the inhabitants of their city, saying, Let us go and serve other gods, which ye have not known;
14 Then shalt thou enquire, and make search, and ask diligently; and, behold, if it be truth, and the thing certain, that such abomination is wrought among you;
15 Thou shalt surely smite the inhabitants of that city with the edge of the sword, destroying it utterly, and all that is therein, and the cattle thereof, with the edge of the sword.
16 And thou shalt gather all the spoil of it into the midst of the street thereof, and shalt burn with fire the city, and all the spoil thereof every whit, for the Lord thy God: and it shall be an heap for ever; it shall not be built again.
17 And there shall cleave nought of the cursed thing to thine hand: that the Lord may turn from the fierceness of his anger, and shew thee mercy, and have compassion upon thee, and multiply thee, as he hath sworn unto thy fathers;
18 When thou shalt hearken to the voice of the Lord thy God, to keep all his commandments which I command thee this day, to do that which is right in the eyes of the Lord thy God.
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12 If thou shalt hear say in one of thy cities, which the Lord thy God hath given thee to dwell there, saying,
13 Certain men, the children of Belial, are gone out from among you, and have withdrawn the inhabitants of their city, saying, Let us go and serve other gods, which ye have not known;
14 Then shalt thou enquire, and make search, and ask diligently; and, behold, if it be truth, and the thing certain, that such abomination is wrought among you;
15 Thou shalt surely smite the inhabitants of that city with the edge of the sword, destroying it utterly, and all that is therein, and the cattle thereof, with the edge of the sword.
16 And thou shalt gather all the spoil of it into the midst of the street thereof, and shalt burn with fire the city, and all the spoil thereof every whit, for the Lord thy God: and it shall be an heap for ever; it shall not be built again.
17 And there shall cleave nought of the cursed thing to thine hand: that the Lord may turn from the fierceness of his anger, and shew thee mercy, and have compassion upon thee, and multiply thee, as he hath sworn unto thy fathers;
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Dreams can be from God (as in Numbers 12:6, or in Genesis 37:5-11), or they can be false prophesies (as in Jeremiah 23:25-26). We must be careful to not put too much stock in dreams, and instead allow God to bring confirmation to any dream we believe brings a message from Him. It would be very unusual for God to speak alone through a dream, without other confirmation.
Commitment / what will i do :
I will not ignore of by many Christians in our age which neglects discernment. The fact is that signs and wonders can never be the evidence of truth or God’s hand.
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Matthew 20, the parable of the workers
For the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which went out early in the morning to hire labourers into his vineyard. And when he had agreed with the labourers for a penny a day, he sent them into his vineyard.
3 And he went out about the third hour, and saw others standing idle in the marketplace, and said unto them; Go ye also into the vineyard, and whatsoever is right I will give you. And they went their way. Again he went out about the sixth and ninth hour, and did likewise. And about the eleventh hour he went out, and found others standing idle, and saith unto them, Why stand ye here all the day idle? They say unto him, Because no man hath hired us. He saith unto them, Go ye also into the vineyard; and whatsoever is right, that shall ye receive.
8 So when even was come, the lord of the vineyard saith unto his steward, Call the labourers, and give them their hire, beginning from the last unto the first. And when they came that were hired about the eleventh hour, they received every man a penny. But when the first came, they supposed that they should have received more; and they likewise received every man a penny.
And when they had received it, they murmured against the goodman of the house, saying, These last have wrought but one hour, and thou hast made them equal unto us, which have borne the burden and heat of the day.
13 But he answered one of them, and said, Friend, I do thee no wrong: didst not thou agree with me for a penny? Take that thine is, and go thy way: I will give unto this last, even as unto thee.
15 Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own? Is thine eye evil, because I am good? So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen.
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17 And Jesus going up to Jerusalem took the twelve disciples apart in the way, and said unto them, Behold, we go up to Jerusalem; and the Son of man shall be betrayed unto the chief priests and unto the scribes, and they shall condemn him to death, and shall deliver him to the Gentiles to mock, and to scourge, and to crucify him: and the third day he shall rise again.
20 Then came to him the mother of Zebedees children with her sons, worshipping him, and desiring a certain thing of him. And he said unto her, What wilt thou? She saith unto him, Grant that these my two sons may sit, the one on thy right hand, and the other on the left, in thy kingdom. But Jesus answered and said, Ye know not what ye ask. Are ye able to drink of the cup that I shall drink of, and to be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with? They say unto him, We are able.
23 And he saith unto them, Ye shall drink indeed of my cup, and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with: but to sit on my right hand, and on my left, is not mine to give, but it shall be given to them for whom it is prepared of my Father. And when the ten heard it, they were moved with indignation against the two brethren. But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Ye know that the princes of the Gentiles exercise dominion over them, and they that are great exercise authority upon them.
26 But it shall not be so among you: but whosoever will be great among you, let him be your minister and whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant: even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many.
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MATTHEW CHAPTER 20 KJV https://www.kingjamesbibleonline.org/Matthew-Chapter-20/
1For the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which went out early in the morning to hire labourers into his vineyard.
2And when he had agreed with the labourers for a penny a day, he sent them into his vineyard.
3And he went out about the third hour, and saw others standing idle in the marketplace,
4And said unto them; Go ye also into the vineyard, and whatsoever is right I will give you. And they went their way.
5Again he went out about the sixth and ninth hour, and did likewise.
6And about the eleventh hour he went out, and found others standing idle, and saith unto them, Why stand ye here all the day idle?
7They say unto him, Because no man hath hired us. He saith unto them, Go ye also into the vineyard; and whatsoever is right, that shall ye receive.
8So when even was come, the lord of the vineyard saith unto his steward, Call the labourers, and give them their hire, beginning from the last unto the first.
9And when they came that were hired about the eleventh hour, they received every man a penny.
10But when the first came, they supposed that they should have received more; and they likewise received every man a penny.
11And when they had received it, they murmured against the goodman of the house,
12Saying, These last have wrought but one hour, and thou hast made them equal unto us, which have borne the burden and heat of the day.
13But he answered one of them, and said, Friend, I do thee no wrong: didst not thou agree with me for a penny?
14Take that thine is, and go thy way: I will give unto this last, even as unto thee.
15Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own? Is thine eye evil, because I am good?
16So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen.
17And Jesus going up to Jerusalem took the twelve disciples apart in the way, and said unto them,
18Behold, we go up to Jerusalem; and the Son of man shall be betrayed unto the chief priests and unto the scribes, and they shall condemn him to death,
19And shall deliver him to the Gentiles to mock, and to scourge, and to crucify him: and the third day he shall rise again.
20Then came to him the mother of Zebedee's children with her sons, worshipping him, and desiring a certain thing of him.
21And he said unto her, What wilt thou? She saith unto him, Grant that these my two sons may sit, the one on thy right hand, and the other on the left, in thy kingdom.
22But Jesus answered and said, Ye know not what ye ask. Are ye able to drink of the cup that I shall drink of, and to be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with? They say unto him, We are able.
23And he saith unto them, Ye shall drink indeed of my cup, and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with: but to sit on my right hand, and on my left, is not mine to give, but it shall be given to them for whom it is prepared of my Father.
24And when the ten heard it, they were moved with indignation against the two brethren.
25But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Ye know that the princes of the Gentiles exercise dominion over them, and they that are great exercise authority upon them.
26But it shall not be so among you: but whosoever will be great among you, let him be your minister;
27And whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant:
28Even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many.
29And as they departed from Jericho, a great multitude followed him.
30And, behold, two blind men sitting by the way side, when they heard that Jesus passed by, cried out, saying, Have mercy on us, O Lord, thou Son of David.
31And the multitude rebuked them, because they should hold their peace: but they cried the more, saying, Have mercy on us, O Lord, thou Son of David.
32And Jesus stood still, and called them, and said, What will ye that I shall do unto you?
33They say unto him, Lord, that our eyes may be opened.
34So Jesus had compassion on them, and touched their eyes: and immediately their eyes received sight, and they followed him.
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Leviticus, Chapter 22
1. Lo, for
That I cannot prosecute my thoughts;
I needst here cultivate caution-
Then put a hold unto my options,
That I cannot challenge him.
Any source of information,
That be of an admixture truth,
And of an admixture untruth, is of a danger,
Did you know that?
Humbly needst I move toward diamonds and gold's
Otherwise-useless demarkation on worth;
My face must stay its specter in clay,
For it is my career;
That I can say:
It is mine.
2. Thus, to Aaron, gold and diamonds
Bringeth ignominy and unwarranted power;
Strewth, they are only much use for
The rings of your finger;
So let alone the past,
Which you mark
As a messed up place,
How then, is this the valid
Strategy for the future?
Lo, let us divide and game.
3. Increase the paywall;
Holy things are ringing in changes;
You are the visitor here-
I'd like to take the time
To consciously consider you so, for
We have reached besmircher's cutoff.
It's me, mark it; and
Either I am a negative nebulae
Of unimaginable everything,
And you are a little golden bull,
Or you are a negative nebulae
Of unimaginable everything,
And I am a little golden bull;
4. But know that
I shall not give you the word
For the thought-track down which
You might draw the line
Of asymetry, such,
That you wouldst know
How to rend a perfect opposition
To go between.
And whosoever soweth dead seeds
Among young female researchers
Hath faileth the épreuve-
It shalln’t do for thy running issue,
Moreover, those women who are of
Quite senior position and are doing it
Unto the coercive nature of such a power's
New destruction of ability to focus,
As unto the camp's commander,
With how Peleg begat Reu;
Well, it might be enough to get you pregnant,
But wait, where am I going with this?
5. Worm touchers,
Creepy pressers,
Come, come, observers,
Keep from that strange creature;
Don't be giving unto me
None of thy screaming abdabs;
I think on you,
Pig dressed as a clown,
Eructing unto, then drawing forth
A near-entire white, plastic fork;
And know you not how this came to me-
Lo, it came up with a sequence of items that appeared
Not unlike balls of meat,
Furred, wistfully, in a grey cowl of reactionary mucus;
A kind of veil, a barrier, in effect,
Penetratable, at any point,
But equally real as a barrier,
Gainst our otherwise passive environs,
Such as be the diffusion of inert thoughts, or spores,
murky, and maintaining of a human resource,
I liked to thrill it-
The direct and immediate livid relationship
Between a font of funding and a media event,
O, harmless dalliance of the stationary cupboard-
You are knowingly walking,
As against your will,
A wrong into the carpet,
Within the tent of meaning.
6. Looking up to see
God's face in the moon,
Or whatever it was
That can't be drawn,
And I won't be drawn;
His hands he filled with moisture and
His own was sent for ablution
Into the improvised basin.
So denieth all such allegation
Through the washing of thy soule,
Clean off; so sloughed away,
Away with the diminishing liquid.
7. Sundown with the unseen
Woman's leverage on the situation-
if you should find a way to redress balance,
So she gaineth a bit more power in some manner,
Then so what? it was no loss.
A new deal,
And the bill shall embolden survivors.
8. Positions of power shall have of a hard time
In recognizing the coercive nature of that power
Within an unbridled relationship;
Things that die
'Of themselves',
Or are yet rent by nature's horn,
Are defiled; while I, a malign influence,
lie with my soul distracted;
Oh lord, but I've been swallowed by narrative,
And tried to keep it communal,
Inside and outside;
As you are.
9. Pit stop-
The horror is the fact;
The horror it unfolds
Through legions of would-bes
Without a meter, like me,
Who have applied,
Will apply, in perpetuity;
Just do it,
Or die; if then,
As I am still.
10. The individual is always
Hedging toward
A private business model.
Attention-seeking shalln't be of sin, no!
Tis sensible, keep with a forward optioning-
That's why i tell you,
Soujerners and servents,
Who art sent to the concession to collect me my messages-
My tutu is a Fendi,
And my codpiece is a Bosch.
We live unto a roaring attention economy.
But you're not up to it.
I've given them a tomato one,
And also I gave them a spaghetti-
We struggle to attune to where I'm compelled-
Ourselves, as groups, who feel of themselves
As blunted against their lack in deserved attention,
Because it is a powerful, a dangerous feeling.
11. So eat souls
As paid for with a priest's money,
On escrow, attention
Has always been currency
Though rendered unimaginable
Since the falling-away of the gold-standard,
As was borne unto the tent of meaning,
Where every page has a piece carved out,
To house an advert's grab
For égards;
No space is secure,
For security hath put an advert thither.
12. Jade lock,
To knock the donald offline,
So unto a stranger,
Gone off to scavenge,
The framers that frame themselves
As refuges for free-expression
Shall be rent at the fringes, forcing
A redirection, away from my personal kingdom.
13. But should she go prodigal,
Whosoever you are,
Howeverso you might express thyself,
You may now have a crack at a global audience,
With incentives and disproportionate benefits
Offered unto the most shameless,
The demand of each to pay what scarce attention
Might be rendered unto others,
To get some fraction of this nominally limited resource,
As unto yourself alone.
Such are these poor weapons,
An oversharing,
That, essayed to the personal,
Stretcheth my nancy stories
To breaking.
O Marigold, I was bad
At that, in the territories of fandom,
As forced to return
Unto the track over and again-
Such was my leaky comprehension;
Only apparent to me in the afterward,
And now, I cannot say I am better.
14. Whence,
Enroute from the concession
Shouldst be eaten of the item
Without, thence,
So anguished in the relish,
Thou giveth a fifth
Of the holy thing;
So that the leg shall grow
A starfish, whole .
Then let us bend our dark tubers towards,
And look the knot, as in at an eye-
15. What's gold and glitter,
But to mock a toom,
And maketh of myself
A symbolic same,
Wrought as an aesthetic echt;
Where diplomacy is weak,
The aesthetic be yet
The sole portal unto
The conveyance of meaning;
Verily, here, that I keep within
The aesthetic of thought
Whereby action is always y,
You are i, and
The antagonist be markated x;
Where holy might only
Fall down to one's discretion,
You should've known
That I wouldst be so solid.
16. Or suffer them to bear the enquiry of trespass,
Felt as an information glut,
Whilst eating of their holy orders,
Found relishing within the anguish,
And those who want it,
Want it as much as they can get it,
And there is more access than can be vaunted,
For, in an attention economy,
one is never not on.
Yes, me. O the guilt.
17. Attention is akin to the spirit;
That it be vital but conventionally invisible,
And thus, think not very much upon it,
But unto whom, being unable to share
A simple encounter with it,
Wouldst soon become an artifice of torture.
18. Tell Aaron et al ensundry,
To take up of stock with sarcastic markets,
Sarcastic markets and I, impunity;
The sacrifice of your own will
I hand you freely; or no;
T'was never yours to oblate,
But sacrifice thy quasi-will,
As will thee,
Which is mine, against
The short hedge,
Thus maketh me of a currency exchange.
19. And an haut stud dost thou, unto me, weasels?
By your whimsically free-will sacrificing?
How charmingly lame. I sense
Actors at play, in a very long game
Of grooming the disaffected-
Call me my boys in- then
Send a lie to the long deceiver,
To use the ruse, in turn, like poison,
For to wish you that which upon may be
Enabling unto the benefit of thine enemy.
20. It's no hambone,
No hobbling billy-
If he tells or interferes
I'll fill the well in; its
Prophets in stocks and neck-irons time,
Else tolerate such increasingly radical agendas
Of such gleefully uninhibited platforms as
Where followers might laugh
At biblical memes and opine such as-
'I'd rather do drama than a play, where,
You can't say, really,
What you want to say.'
Go long, my cowhands, go long.
21. And peace is a sacrifice
Of the streaming platform, while
Attention has always been currency,
Same.
Our abilities to pay heed are limited;
Not so our abilities to theoretically receive of it;
No need to adequately substantiate
If you can bamboozle
With all the time in the world,
Ka-pow-ka, ching-ching, da-da,
Badoo-daboo-baday;
Trust-modesty, yay, verily.
Humility is hard to sustain
In an attention economy.
I only see me accelerating.
22. Blind, broken, maimed;
Cankered, scurvied, wan with the wen,
Thus, by my lights,
The fault shall be displaced,
Be it cleaned or weeping,
Tis a no-no, get me another.
Such was
The schism that fractured the donald,
Sent out to extend a tortured metaphor,
Became too much of a liability
To be held in high office-
But if the stranger doesn't come,
After all the things I’ve done for him,
23. Well, it's alright for a free-will offering
Which you feel compelled to go along with,
But it's not good enough for a vow offering
As be brought unto online-influencer culture,
And it might be enough to get you pregnant
But it shan't be enough to stir my interest-
I require an extreme case of humility,
Whereby a person giveth his all
to a presence so completely selfish
As to serveth no other purpose.
It's me.
24. But the reality is far less complicated than Moses,
Hiding his damage behind a veil of linked-up back-channels,
Recoiling at what his fellow hardcore moderators attempt to oblate;
Too engrossed within the tents to consider anything outwith
While hoping the whole doesn’t spin out of control.
25. Corruption is in them, strangers,
Bethinks, flooding an affiliated image board
So thoroughly that it becometh abomination.
Here increaseth the shamelessness of wanton
Allegation, terror co-option of a social platform,
which struck with the rise of a reality magik-vision,
Alike as came unto a mid-80s index of abundance,
Shewn running away whilst attempting to make focus
On the ever-deterioratingly indistinct
Object of the distancing, that
It’s only when, at stopping to think about it,
That the understand can be ascertained as to quite how rife it is.
26. Here, he left a passing message for
Those who might collectively commandeer:
Abide by life; that, if, then,
I wouldn't be here.
27. Debates about amplification
And attention-hijacking form a
Siege mentality
Of the corrupted Federal Apparatus-
For seven days beneath the dam,
As then a fire spiralled further
Toward a more outlandish means
Of unconstitutional civic theatre,
28. Whereby a calfling must be made to last
The night and know it's mother
As having died before slaughter;
So the community
Moved in after it went dark,
Enjoining, then modulating, then killing off,
And now
Your complexes are all cooked in,
Deeply infringing upon the weirds of others.
29. So must you make sacrifice
To your very free will,
As to common patriotic causes,
Or else be sieged
Within the corrupt Federal Apparatus.
30. The fundamental thing is:
You cant escape my attention economy;
Eat everything now,
For nothing shall be saved,
And this same day shall be
Until tomorrow; when again, it's me.
31. Lo, and you must; it's me, remember?
But by now all this blood and all this law
Was affecting them, as had long been within their dream,
Where they have their own rules, quirks and cultures,
Which they ignore at your peril;
Where environments play out upon a knife-edge,
And attention might simply be a lens
Through which to read the events of the moment
While running away.
32. Herein, power shall not be trusted
To recognize affiliated abuses of power;
Yet, check, however, before
Redirecting such missives from my personal kingdom,
For lo, there shall be nonesuch insubordination,
As might mitigate against, for I shall be hallowed;
Me me me me,
So you;
33. Thus, I lay my notional claim
Unto my servant-leadership- as bang,
That brought you out of the land,
Didn't it? Akhenaten to me.
So Leviticus stood at
The simply-inflated
Size of Capitalism,
To whom, hereto,
On a bench they'd built
Between themselves,
Be here, thisway, is addressing-
'Imagine;
You have been wrong
For a long long time now.'
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obsessed with my lotr self insert because they're sooo angry all the time and everyone thinks they're delusional because they claim they were kidnapped by the fae and transported to middle earth. but no they actually WERE like obviously irl that would be batshit to say outloud and a child being convinced that happened would be indicative of some serious trauma but they LITERALLY WERE. like it happened and they HAVE NO WAY TO PROVE IT!!!
like this child is obviously traumatized and kills rabbits in the woods and carries a knife everywhere. like it's about the fine line between delusion and reality no one is ever going to believe them so why should they tell them they are so angry at the world and so traumatized but they can't get help for the trauma (watching fili kili and thorin die, killing orcs, literally being on a battlefield) because no one believes them!!!! and so when they're given the opportunity to return home to middle earth ofc they don't hesitate they're booking it into the woods but when they're there they're still angry because. because they've lived being angry for 10 years and so what else can they do. but be angry be combative be emotional. they're not the same innocent kind little kid they're full of rage and to the residents of middle earth it truly is that they came back wrong because to them charlie was dead. she died on that battlefield, barely 7 years old.
and the thing is that everyone charlie loves is still gone. ofc bilbo is there and gloin and stuff but the company is disbanded most of them are dead and they barely recognize her they barely know her because as much as they want to pretend they're not that kid any more!!!! and they will have to carve out their place again they don't fit easily into the dynamics anymore because they don't have the excuse of being a faechild anymore. they're not willowy and fae like now. they're towering and fat and strong but not human because their ears are too pointed but not elvish because they're the opposite of light on their feet. and AUGHHH it's about being foreign wherever you go it's about the autism the ostracism the changeling child who claims to be the dead girl you mourned 70 years ago!!!!
#s/i: victim of faenapping🧚🏻♂️🪺#self insert community#self insert#self shipping community#self shipping#what i hath wrought upon thine eyes
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Tremble, Duck & Weave / 2
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Urianger hath read his fair share of fantastical prose—legends and stories that flaunt the true meanings of love, dramas that speak of star-crossed paramours and the bonds that gyve them. He hath combed through texts, rigorously reached the span of human emotion.
He was not wont to believe in such far fetched tales, with their extravagant exaggerations and reliance on worn tropes.
At least, till this very moment.
His wiry fingers trembled as they pressed cotton to thy bloodstained skin, clearing the refuse away from thy most immaculate form. Never before had he witnessed such incredible majesty. Thou art an incredible creation, as though Halone had sculpted thee with all the motherly love in the world, her very image.
His traitorous heart thumped in his chest like the frantic beating of a bird’s clipped wings against its cage. When the lord commander besought him unto thyside, he had expected to do nothing more than see to thy wounds—but this feeling—he felt as though he had been striped across the face.
He knew thy name—was well aware of thy exploits, but now he found himself seized by the need to know everything about you. The fresh, morning sun streamed in through the wide, steep window, shedding light unto thy glorious, bruised, beaten form.
He loved thee, he realized, utterly stricken. Despite having never heard a blessed word from thy lips, despite having never been fortunate enough to encounter thee before.
Why? How?
“The reports we’ve received thus far indicate that there was an ambush at the Ul’dahn banquet. The sultana was most regrettably poisoned, the blame cast onto the Warrior,” the lord commander loomed by the door, a towering presence despite the distance between them.
“That is incredibly unfortunate, given our current position,” Urianger could scarcely manage to work, admire thine sleeping face and pay attention to Aymeric’s incessant commentary all at the same time.
Thou art ethereal, limelit so extravagantly, mottled with the sweetest of crimsons and purples, a canvas covered in burgeoning blooms. His nimble fingers wrought tirelessly, laying antiseptics, salves and only the finest of Ishgardian-spun gauze athwart thy skin. His hands began to emit a pale, viridescent glow, sanative energy flowing into thy body. Thy injuries began to mend, skin sewing back together.
Whilst relieved to know thou wert well on the way to recovery, he could not help but grieve for the red sheen. There was no doubt that thou hadst utterly gorgonized him, snatched his heart free from his chest.
“They will be hale and hearty within the next sennight.”
“Thank you for coming on such short notice, Urianger,” Aymeric said, “We are most fortunate to have your talents at our disposal,” the door to the office nudged open, the lord commander calling a few, brief orders to the guards abreast the entrance. It all fell into background noise, flimsy and frail in comparison to thee.
Shame flushed his chilled skin as his fingers trender brushed across thine cheek, fervent heat shooting up his spine. He hovered twixt guilt and satisfaction, the conflict brewing threatening to overbrim his frail, mortal disposition.
What kind of man was he? To fall so deeply into infatuation with someone so bloodied at first sight? He retracted his touches as though scalded at the sound of footsteps hurrying in their direction. He felt as though a nitling, a blundering, repulsive fool.
Had he found pleasure in thy vulnerability? The thought nearly topped him as he stumbled from his stool. This was wrong, surely. Perhaps a sudden sickness had planted itself in his weary mind, his resistances weak after endless nights of sleepless study.
The guards strolled into the study, prepared to steal thee away. He hadst anticipated this, aye, but was woefully unprepared for the grief that shook him at the prospect. Thou wouldst only be down the corridor, but a desperate desire to remain as close as humanly possible to thee shook him to his very foundation, causing cold sweet to erupt across his clammy skin.
“I shall endeavor to make room in mine schedule for a visit before the day’s end. Her aether is severely depleted. Twould be wise to ensure the alchemists prepare a tincture to restore her supply,” the words felt like—no, they were sin on his lips, lies manifested as a poor excuse to once again behold thine godly visage.
Is this what infatuation does to good men? Turns them from honest denizens to scheming miscreants?
“I’ll see to it immediately and have it delivered to you post-haste,” Aymeric’s full lips curled into a fond smile, “I’m entrusting her care to you for the foreseeable future, Urianger. Ensure she receives a warm, hospitable welcome. We have use for her talents,” his vibrant gaze swept over the room, before returning to the astrologian.
Ah. The lord commander intended to use thee for his own purposes. As repulsed as any other man might have been, Urianger could not find fault with that plan.
It ensured that you would remain within the city’s walls and—oh heavens, what hath he become?
He strode over to the shelves at the back of the office, beginning to sort through potions and elixirs and medical supplies left long in disarray.
“Of course. Thou canst dependth on me, lord commander,” he set about reorganizing the cluttering of bottles on the top shelf first, carefully categorizing each one by use. It had been shamefully long since he had last house kept, and it currently served as a flawless excuse to not look the other man in the eyes.
Had de Borel seen the way in which he caressed thee? His stomach dropped at the thought.
“As much as I would like to stay and chat, I’m afraid I am needed elsewhere. Everywhere, perhaps. Thordan has left quite the workload for me,” the lord commander gave a laugh most hollow. The creak of the door signified the beginning of his departure.
Urianger’s hands trembled as he separated the Elixirs and Potions, Potions of various effects and caliber and color. He grimaces as he beholds the layer of dust that’s settled on every shelf.
“Farewell and best of luck to thee,” Urianger said.
The door clicked shut, the noise a lonely echo down the hall.
He listened keenly as the lord commander’s footsteps grew quieter and quieter. His pulse thudded in his ears, stomach in his throat. Only when silence reigned true did he press his back to the wall and slide to the polished wooden floor, cradling his head in his hands. It felt as though his world had stopped spinning on its axis, as though the poles had been knocked free from their fixed position, the glove spinning freely through the universe.
“Oh heavens above,” he moaned, begged as he tilted his head back, staring up at the domed ceiling, “What curse hath been cast upon my weary soul?”
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Estinien has always seen it. The red that lines and freely runs through the streets—he sees it, even if the idle citizenry can’t.
Perhaps it’s the doing of Nidhogg’s eye which has long rested in the cavity of his chest, replacing the human crimson of his blood with black, draconic ichor. Perhaps it's several generations of Midgardsormer’s spawn showing him what they see when they gaze upon Ishgard’s mighty towers. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t care to find out. The young fool he had been during his days at the academy would balk at the sight of him now.
The crimson horns arch from his skull, the skin of his arms dyed inky black, patches of smooth scale decorating his body. The glamors hide it from everyone besides himself, a cruel reminder of what he is and what he once was.
“I think they’re amazing,” that gaudy fool, that Fortemps bastard, said to him once, face swollen in a gawsy grin.
His fingers curl around the frigid steel of his lance. The high winds batter him atop his perch, a small, domed ledge jutting from one of the city’s tallest towers. The inky blacks and reds of his armor would stand out stark from the dull Ishgardian masonry.
Across from him, a statue of Halone nestles between the other intricate stoneworks, her expression twisted with desperation, a feeble hand outstretched in his direction.
How ironic.
Her face begins to shift the longer he looks at her. The soft, anguished lines of her brows furrow downwards, into a judgmental scowl, her lips open around words he cannot hear. But he knows she slings vile venom in his direction. He knows she is denouncing him, disowning him, spitting bile as tears of crimson bead at the corners of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks gone gaunt, dripping onto the street below.
A sudden wave of nausea mixed with rage knocks his gaze away, drifting below and to the side. It’s a fight to keep himself from snarling because his veins pulse with rage at his own hallucination and he knows the beast that lives inside him knows he does not belong here. It throws childish fantods everytime he rears a house of worship, makes the simple task of existing in Ishgard take herculean effort.
His numb gaze continues to travel along the wall across from him until it stops on a window, the blinds parted just enough for him to peer inside.
A familiar form hunches over an occupied bed. Urianger’s black robe dips low, giving Estinien’s keen gaze can make out each toned muscle and fine curve of the astrologian’s back. He’s tending to someone. The Warrior of Light, he realizes near immediately. Aymeric made a point to mention it that very morning. She had been severely injured, shuttled off into Urianger’s care as soon as she arrived.
An investment, Estinien understood, a weapon Aymeric hoped to use in the name of Ishgard. After all, who wouldn’t want the vaunted Warrior of Light at their disposal? It’s cruel, he understands well, to think of a fellow, sentient being in such a manner, but that is the cold reality in which they live.
But the way in which Urianger handles her is far from cold and clinical. The astrologian’s long fingers brush tenderly across the warrior’s cheek, the tenderness in his eyes reaching beyond mere professionalism. It’s an expression he’s never witnessed on the other man’s usually severe expression.
At that very moment, Estinien realizes he’s a voyeur, a miscreant witnessing a sclipism by one of Ishgard’s most renowned healers.
The beast inside of him gives an interested, low croon at the pure sin of it.
His blood pumps hot and rhapsodic in his veins, taking in the other man’s broad shoulders, imagining the downy softness of his hair. He imagines the shred of pale flesh underneath his sharpened claws, savors the vision of his teeth sinking into a slender neck.
No!
The man in him snarls. He crouches, leaps from his perch in a desperate bid to flee from the wretched pile of sin the monster created.
The streets are still dyed red, clumps of flesh and organs and scales, but no one else sees it.
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The Acts of the Apostles, pp. 9-16: Chapter (1) God's Purpose for His Church
The church is God's appointed agency for the salvation of men. It was organized for service, and its mission is to carry the gospel to the world. From the beginning it has been God's plan that through His church shall be reflected to the world His fullness and His sufficiency. The members of the church, those whom He has called out of darkness into His marvelous light, are to show forth His glory. The church is the repository of the riches of the grace of Christ; and through the church will eventually be made manifest, even to “the principalities and powers in heavenly places,” the final and full display of the love of God. Ephesians 3:10.
Many and wonderful are the promises recorded in the Scriptures regarding the church. “Mine house shall be called an house of prayer for all people.” Isaiah 56:7. “I will make them and the places round about My hill a blessing; and I will cause the shower to come down in his season; there shall be showers of blessing.” “And I will raise up for them a plant of renown, and they shall be no more consumed with hunger in the land, neither bear the shame of the heathen any more. Thus shall they know that I the Lord their God am with them, and that they, even the house of Israel, are My people, saith the Lord God. And ye My flock, the flock of My pasture, are men, and I am your God, saith the Lord God.” Ezekiel 34:26, 29-31.
“Ye are My witnesses, saith the Lord, and My servant whom I have chosen: that ye may know and believe Me, and understand that I am He: before Me there was no God formed, neither shall there be after Me. I, even I, am the Lord; and beside Me there is no Saviour. I have declared, and have saved, and I have showed, when there was no strange god among you: therefore ye are My witnesses.” “I the Lord have called thee in righteousness, and will hold thine hand, and will keep thee, and give thee for a covenant of the people, for a light of the Gentiles; to open the blind eyes, to bring out the prisoners from the prison, and them that sit in darkness out of the prison house.” Isaiah 43:10-12; 42:6, 7.
“In an acceptable time have I heard thee, and in a day of salvation have I helped thee: and I will preserve thee, and give thee for a covenant of the people, to establish the earth, to cause to inherit the desolate heritages; that thou mayest say to the prisoners, Go forth; to them that are in darkness, Show yourselves. They shall feed in the ways, and their pastures shall be in all high places. They shall not hunger nor thirst; neither shall the heat nor sun smite them: for He that hath mercy on them shall lead them, even by the springs of water shall He guide them. And I will make all My mountains a way, and My highways shall be exalted....
“Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O mountains: for the Lord hath comforted His people, and will have mercy upon His afflicted. But Zion said, The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me. Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of My hands; thy walls are continually before Me.” Isaiah 49:8-16.
The church is God's fortress, His city of refuge, which He holds in a revolted world. Any betrayal of the church is treachery to Him who has bought mankind with the blood of His only-begotten Son. From the beginning, faithful souls have constituted the church on earth. In every age the Lord has had His watchmen, who have borne a faithful testimony to the generation in which they lived. These sentinels gave the message of warning; and when they were called to lay off their armor, others took up the work. God brought these witnesses into covenant relation with Himself, uniting the church on earth with the church in heaven. He has sent forth His angels to minister to His church, and the gates of hell have not been able to prevail against His people.
Through centuries of persecution, conflict, and darkness, God has sustained His church. Not one cloud has fallen upon it that He has not prepared for; not one opposing force has risen to counterwork His work, that He has not foreseen. All has taken place as He predicted. He has not left His church forsaken, but has traced in prophetic declarations what would occur, and that which His Spirit inspired the prophets to foretell has been brought about. All His purposes will be fulfilled. His law is linked with His throne, and no power of evil can destroy it. Truth is inspired and guarded by God; and it will triumph over all opposition.
During ages of spiritual darkness the church of God has been as a city set on a hill. From age to age, through successive generations, the pure doctrines of heaven have been unfolding within its borders. Enfeebled and defective as it may appear, the church is the one object upon which God bestows in a special sense His supreme regard. It is the theater of His grace, in which He delights to reveal His power to transform hearts.
“Whereunto,” asked Christ, “shall we liken the kingdom of God? or with what comparison shall we compare it?” Mark 4:30. He could not employ the kingdoms of the world as a similitude. In society He found nothing with which to compare it. Earthly kingdoms rule by the ascendancy of physical power; but from Christ's kingdom every carnal weapon, every instrument of coercion, is banished. This kingdom is to uplift and ennoble humanity. God's church is the court of holy life, filled with varied gifts and endowed with the Holy Spirit. The members are to find their happiness in the happiness of those whom they help and bless.
Wonderful is the work which the Lord designs to accomplish through His church, that His name may be glorified. A picture of this work is given in Ezekiel's vision of the river of healing: “These waters issue out toward the east country, and go down into the desert, and go into the sea: which being brought forth into the sea, the waters shall be healed. And it shall come to pass, that everything that liveth, which moveth, whithersoever the rivers shall come, shall live:... and by the river upon the bank thereof, on this side and on that side, shall grow all trees for meat, whose leaf shall not fade, neither shall the fruit thereof be consumed: it shall bring forth new fruit according to his months, because their waters they issued out of the sanctuary: and the fruit thereof shall be for meat, and the leaf thereof for medicine.” Ezekiel 47:8-12.
From the beginning God has wrought through His people to bring blessing to the world. To the ancient Egyptian nation God made Joseph a fountain of life. Through the integrity of Joseph the life of that whole people was preserved. Through Daniel God saved the life of all the wise men of Babylon. And these deliverances are as object lessons; they illustrate the spiritual blessings offered to the world through connection with the God whom Joseph and Daniel worshiped. Everyone in whose heart Christ abides, everyone who will show forth His love to the world, is a worker together with God for the blessing of humanity. As he receives from the Saviour grace to impart to others, from his whole being flows forth the tide of spiritual life.
God chose Israel to reveal His character to men. He desired them to be as wells of salvation in the world. To them were committed the oracles of heaven, the revelation of God's will. In the early days of Israel the nations of the world, through corrupt practices, had lost the knowledge of God. They had once known Him; but because “they glorified Him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, ... their foolish heart was darkened.” Romans 1:21. Yet in His mercy God did not blot them out of existence. He purposed to give them an opportunity of again becoming acquainted with Him through His chosen people. Through the teachings of the sacrificial service, Christ was to be uplifted before all nations, and all who would look to Him should live. Christ was the foundation of the Jewish economy. The whole system of types and symbols was a compacted prophecy of the gospel, a presentation in which were bound up the promises of redemption.
But the people of Israel lost sight of their high privileges as God's representatives. They forgot God and failed to fulfill their holy mission. The blessings they received brought no blessing to the world. All their advantages they appropriated for their own glorification. They shut themselves away from the world in order to escape temptation. The restrictions that God had placed upon their association with idolaters as a means of preventing them from conforming to the practices of the heathen, they used to build up a wall of separation between themselves and all other nations. They robbed God of the service He required of them, and they robbed their fellow men of religious guidance and a holy example.
Priests and rulers became fixed in a rut of ceremonialism. They were satisfied with a legal religion, and it was impossible for them to give to others the living truths of heaven. They thought their own righteousness all-sufficient, and did not desire that a new element should be brought into their religion. The good will of God to men they did not accept as something apart from themselves, but connected it with their own merit because of their good works. The faith that works by love and purifies the soul could find no place for union with the religion of the Pharisees, made up of ceremonies and the injunctions of men.
Of Israel God declared: “I had planted thee a noble vine, wholly a right seed: how then art thou turned into the degenerate plant of a strange vine unto Me?” Jeremiah 2:21. “Israel is an empty vine, he bringeth forth fruit unto himself.” Hosea 10:1. “And now, O inhabitants of Jerusalem, and men of Judah, judge, I pray you, betwixt Me and My vineyard. What could have been done more to My vineyard, that I have not done in it? wherefore, when I looked that it should bring forth grapes, brought it forth wild grapes?
“And now go to; I will tell you what I will do to My vineyard: I will take away the hedge thereof, and it shall be eaten up; and break down the wall thereof, and it shall be trodden down: and I will lay it waste: it shall not be pruned, nor digged; but there shall come up briers and thorns: I will also command the clouds that they rain no rain upon it. For the vineyard of the Lord of hosts is the house of Israel, and the men of Judah His pleasant plant: and He looked for judgment, but behold oppression; for righteousness, but behold a cry.” Isaiah 5:3-7. “The diseased have ye not strengthened, neither have ye healed that which was sick, neither have ye bound up that which was broken, neither have ye brought again that which was driven away, neither have ye sought that which was lost; but with force and with cruelty have ye ruled them.” Ezekiel 34:4.
The Jewish leaders thought themselves too wise to need instruction, too righteous to need salvation, too highly honored to need the honor that comes from Christ. The Saviour turned from them to entrust to others the privileges they had abused and the work they had slighted. God's glory must be revealed, His word established. Christ's kingdom must be set up in the world. The salvation of God must be made known in the cities of the wilderness; and the disciples were called to do the work that the Jewish leaders had failed to do.
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Easter Thursday
Liturgical Year: Easter Thursday
by Dom Gueranger, 1908
For to this end Christ died and rose again; that He might be Lord
both of the dead and of the living.–Romans 14: 9
This is the day which the Lord hath made: let us be glad and rejoice therein.
After having glorified the Lamb of God, and the Passover whereby our Lord destroyed our enemies; after having celebrated our deliverance by water, and our entrance into the Promised Land; let us now fix our respectful gaze upon Him whose triumph is prefigured by all these prodigies. So dazzling is the glory that now beams from this Man-God, that, like the prophet of Patmos, we shall fall prostrate before Him. But He is so wonderful, too, in His love, that He will encourage us to enjoy the grand vision: He will say to us, as He did to His disciple: Fear not! I am the First, and the Last; and alive, and was dead; and behold! I am living for ever and ever, and have the keys of death and of hell (Apoc. i. 17, 18.).'
Yes, He is now Master of death, which had held Him captive; He holds in His hand the keys of hell. These expressions of Scripture signify, that He has power over death and the tomb; He has conquered them. Now, the first use He makes of His victory, is to make us partakers of it. Let us adore His infinite goodness; and, in accordance with the wish of holy Church, let us meditate to-day upon the effects wrought in each one of ourselves by the mystery of the Pasch. Jesus says to His beloved disciple: ‘I am alive, and was dead': the day will come, when we, also, shall triumphantly say: ‘We are living, and we were dead!'
Death awaits us; it is daily advancing towards us; we cannot escape its vengeance. ‘The wages of sin, is death (Rom. vi. 23)': in these few words of Scripture, we are taught how death is not only universal, but even necessary; for we have all sinned. This, however, does not make the law less severe; nor can we help seeing a frightful disorder in the violent separation of soul and body, which were united together by God Himself. If we would truly understand death, we must remember that God made man immortal: this will explain the instinctive dread we have of death,–a dread which one thing alone can conquer; and that is, the spirit of sacrifice. In the death, then, of each one of us there is the handiwork of sin, and consequently a victory won by satan: nay, there would be a humiliation for our Creator Himself, were it not that, by sentencing us to this punishment, He satisfied His justice.
This is man's well-merited, but terrible, condemnation. What can he hope for? Never to die? It would be folly: the sentence is clear, and none may escape. Can he hope that this body, which is to become first a corpse, and then be turned into a mere handful of dust, will one day return to life, and be reunited to the soul, for which it was made? But, who could bring about the reunion of an immortal substance with one that was formerly united with it, but has now seemingly been annihilated? And yet, O man! this is to be thy lot! Thou shalt rise again; that poor body of thine, which is to die, to be buried, forgotten, and humbled, shall be restored to life. Yea, it even now comes forth from the tomb, in the person of our Lord Jesus Christ; our future resurrection is accomplished in His; it is to-day that we are made as sure of our resurrection as we are of our death. This, too, makes part of our glorious Feast, our Pasch!
God did not, at the beginning, reveal this miracle of His power and goodness: all He said to Adam was: ‘In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return to the earth, out of which thou wast taken; for dust thou art, and into dust thou shalt return (Gen. iii. 19).' Not a word, not an allusion, which gives the culprit the least hope with reference to that portion of himself which is thus doomed to death and the grave. It was fitting that the ungrateful pride, which had led man to rebel against his Maker, should be humbled. Later on the great mystery was revealed, at least partially. Four thousand years ago, a poor sufferer, whose body was covered with ulcers, spoke these words of hope: ‘I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth. And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I shall see God: this my hope is laid up in my bosom (Job, xix. 25-27).'
But, in order that Job's hope might be realized, this Redeemer, of whom he spoke, had to come down to this earth, give battle to death, feel its pang, and finally conquer it. He came at the time fixed by the divine decree. He came, not indeed to prevent us from dying, (for the sentence of God's justice was absolute) but to die Himself, and so take away from death its bitterness and humiliation. Like to those devoted physicians, who have been known to inoculate themselves with the virus of contagion, our Jesus ‘swallowed down death (I.St. Pet. iii. 22)', as the Apostle forcibly expresses it. But the enemy's joy was soon at an end; for the Man-God rose to die no more; and by His Resurrection, He won that same right for us.
Henceforth, then, we must see the grave under a new aspect. The earth will receive our bodies, but only to yield them back again, just as she yields back the hundredfold of the seed that was confided to her. Her great Creator will, at some future day, bid her restore the deposit He entrusted to her. The Archangel's trumpet will give the signal of His command; and, in the twinkling of an eye, the whole human race will rise up from the grave, and proclaim the final defeat of death. For the just it will be a Pasch, a continuation of the Pasch we are now celebrating.
Who could describe the joy we shall experience at such a meeting! Our soul, after, it may be, a separation of hundreds of years, united once more to that essential part of her being, the body! She, perhaps, has been all that time enjoying the beatific vision; but the whole man was not there; our happiness was not complete, because that of the body was wanting; and in the midst of the soul's rapturous felicity, there was a trace still left of the punishment to which man was condemned, when our First Parents sinned. Our merciful God would not, now that His Son has opened the gates of heaven, wait till the general resurrection to reward the souls of His elect with the vision; and yet, these elect have not their whole glory and happiness until that last day comes and puts the last finish to the mystery of man's redemption. Jesus, our King and our Head, wills that we His members shall sing with Him the song that comes from His own divine lips, and that each of us shall say for all eternity: ‘I am living, and I was dead !' Mary, who on the third day after her death was united to her sinless body, longs to see her devoted children united with her in heaven; but wholly, and entirely, soul and body: and this will be, when the tomb has done its work of purification.
The holy Angels, whose ranks are waiting to be filled up by the elect among men, are affectionately looking forward to that happy day, when the glorified bodies of the just will spring up, like the loveliest of earth's flowers, to beautify the land of spirits. One of their joys consists in gazing upon the resplendent Bodies of Jesus and Mary,–of Jesus, who, even as Man, is their King as well as ours, and of Mary, whom they reverence as their Queen. What a Feastday, then, will they count that, whereon we, their brothers and sisters, whose souls have been long their companions in bliss, shall be revested with the robe of flesh, sanctified, and fitted for union with our radiant souls! What a canticle of fresh joy will ring through heaven, as it then receives within itself all the grandeur and beauty of creation! The Angels who were present at Jesus' Resurrection, were filled with admiration at the sight of this Body, which was, indeed, of a lower nature than themselves, but whose dazzling glory exceeded all the splendour of the angelic host together: will they not gladly hail our arrival, after our resurrection? Will they not welcome us with fraternal congratulations, when they see us, members as we are of this same risen Jesus, clad in the same gorgeous robe of glory as He, who is their God?
The sensual man never gives a thought to the eternal glory and happiness of the body: he acknowledges the Resurrection of the flesh as an article of faith, but it is not an object of his hope. He cares but for the present; material, carnal pleasures being all he aspires to, he considers his body as an instrument of self gratification, which, as it lasts so short a time, must be the more quickly used. There is no respect in the love he bears to his body; hence he fears not to defile it; and after a few years of insult, which he calls enjoyment, it becomes the food of worms and corruption. And yet, this sensual man accuses the Church of being an enemy to the body! the Church that so eloquently proclaims its dignity, and the glorious destiny that awaits it! He is the tyrant, and a tyrant is ever an impudent calumniator. The Church warns us of the dangers to which the body exposes the soul; she tells us of the infectious weakness that came to the flesh by original sin; she instructs us as to the means we should employ for making it ‘serve justice unto sanctification (Rom. ri. 19)'; but, far from forbidding us to love the body, she reveals to us a truth which should incite us to true charity, viz: that it is destined to endless glory and happiness.
When laid on the bed of death, the Church honours it with the Sacrament of Extreme Unction, fitting it for immortality by anointing it with holy oil; she is present at the departure of the soul from this the companion of her combats, and from which she is to be separated till the day of the general judgment; she respectfully burns incense over the body when dead; for, from the hour of its Baptism, she has regarded it as something holy ; and to the surviving friends of the departed one, she addresses these inspired words of consolation: ‘Be not sorrowful, even as others, who have no hope (I. Thess. iv. 12)!' But what is this hope? That same which comforted Job: ‘In my flesh, I shall see my God.' Thus does our holy faith reveal to us the future glory of our body; thus does it encourage, by supernatural motives, the instinctive love borne by the soul for this essential portion of our being. It unites together the two dogmas: our Lord's Pasch, and the resurrection of our body. The Apostle assures us of the close relation that exists between them, and says: ‘If Christ be not risen again, your faith is vain; if the dead rise not again, neither is Christ risen again: (I. Cor. xv. 14, 17)' so that Jesus' Resurrection and our resurrection seem to be parts of one and the same truth.
Hence, the sort of forgetfulness, which is now-a-days so common, of this important dogma of the ‘resurrection of the body,' is a sad proof of the decay of lively faith. Such people believe in a future resurrection, for the Creed is too explicit to leave room for doubt; but the hope which Job had, is seldom the object of their thoughts or desires. They say that what they are anxious about, both for themselves and for those that are dear to them, is what will become of the soul, after this life: they do well to look to this; but, they should not forget what religion teaches them regarding the resurrection of the body; by professing it, they not only have a fresh incentive to virtue, but they also render testimony to the Resurrection of Jesus, whereby He gained victory over death, both for Himself and for us. They should remember, that they are in this world only to confess, by their words and actions, the truths that God has revealed. It is therefore not enough that they believe in the immortality of the soul; the resurrection of the body must also be believed and professed.
We find this article of our holy faith continually represented in the catacombs: its several symbols formed, together with the Good Shepherd, quite the favourite subject of primitive Christian art. In those early ages of the Church, when to receive Baptism was to break entirely with the sensuality of previous habits of life, this consoling dogma of the resurrection of the body was strongly urged upon the minds of the neophytes. Any of them might be called upon to suffer martyrdom: the thought of the future glory that awaited their flesh, inspired them with courage when the hour of trial came. Thus we read so very frequently in the Acts of the Martyrs, how, when in the midst of their most cruel torments, they declared that what supported them was the certain hope of the resurrection of the body. How many Christians are there now-a-days, who are cowardly in the essential duties of their state of life, simply because they never think of this important dogma of their faith!
The soul is more than the body; but the body is an essential portion of our being. It is our duty to treat it with great respect, because of its sublime destiny. If we, at present, chastise it and keep it in subjection, it is because its present state requires such treatment. We chastise it, because we love it. The Martyrs, and all the Saints, loved their body far more than does the most sensual voluptuary: they, by sacrificing it, saved it; he, by pampering it, exposes it to eternal suffering. Let us be on our guard: sensualism is akin to naturalism. Sensualism will have it, that there is no happiness for the body but such as this present life can give; and, with this principle, its degradation causes no remorse. Naturalism is that propensity we have to judge of everything by mere natural light, whereas we cannot possibly know the glorious future for which God has created us except by faith. If, therefore, the Christian can see what the Son of God has done for our bodies by the divine Resurrection we are now celebrating, and feel neither love nor hope, he may be sure that his faith is weak; and if he would not lose his soul, let him henceforth be guided by the word of God, which alone can teach him what he is now, and what he is called to be hereafter.
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Untitled (“Desire”)
A limerick sequence
1
Desire! Trot, and once grow the demons
all. I am water of their
will keep, while new-born mind!
He saw the day, he with
the Bondage of spruce, near and not find.
2
In my fashion. I come! While I languish
in melody in their caused. Such
a steeds, and give a musky
Fawn of weeds, and up
and darkle. I leave thoughts like to me?
3
To the great effect. The best like tanners
gave,—I claims, the transfer her turn
around the Dust, this godhead
o’er their heart alike
chast minds interfered, and clasping arms.
4
Somewhere had been poison’d pride, ride or
son of the Earth in the quantity
encumber’d yet, love and
I staid, strive with rusting
Destinies. Therefore we may be sad.
5
Such form a synonym for Thee—Oh
Shame. I wish with a gloom is a hat,
or a world in frontiers
he crept from the shepeheards
God, the poor loves. We turn thine eyes.
6
Full and omnipotent, and Years for
sophomore glorious born our wives a
maid? Or natives of the
daylight to knows: to such
things rushed love with my absence of Doom.
7
Like an eagle in it; but shoes in
a kind of love! The gender this
exordium? He draws two loving
rash one. Had Cathering
throng, to the women do in me?
8
All vital think so, though life’s buried.
His think upon. That faculties, with
immortality! From
the poor rogues? Her mind; it
is just another count dust species.
9
Pant on my speak thy resolute, and
what could the day; but the wishes before
and a dreamers to
cease; from the falling can
tell! And when the found she asleep sound.
10
The oscillating hinge. Not even
know, and if you had but by and fell
strong in a sheet. Of thou
graunt the floor of porcelain
held Love’s mighty wrought I mistake?
11
With some little lap-dog breede both night’st
his still? Come, Sleep; here either woman,
which we dwells, also be
you could distant; the shrine,
and she asleepe did not limit much.
12
What the appointed time your shrine! To
feel like skaters of the prince or war?
’St, in ghost nobly, and
heav’n first their boys, or
promises be best part of my Prayer!
13
Do I dare to those partner, and lips
to know through the red-ribb’d ledges drawing
orator as the
difficulty smooth’d itself
advance, her fear to you: I love!
�� 14
The temper or woes. A things of the
Baltic’s navigation. We driving.
Sickly sight of peach. And
crying had, to turn around;
by lovers, asleep in hear white!
15
I make in every polished now-a-
days. Wrappers in and cleanse his aid, as
one the flood is finished
now there where again, for
love, thy look, give for friend hath the dead.
16
The purest sent, while your queen of marriage
preventeen, felt a dog then. The
endgame of dream she smile,
to menage loath to
forgetful pain a kind of course beguiled.
17
Reclining on my properties in
my fashion. The pirouettes of good
night, but that all. With shall
go well by the red rust
don’t say so, to give my thee this World.
18
And twist the deep in them in a suit
here. Other short at twal’ at night. ’Ring
rocks. Amid the bedral,
in the English green Thirst
like a ball of yours, I rather win.
19
And from his speech t’ engarland and
began to fair vermin, a favour
among thee, view set a
love resisted, or like
it. A vestal’s side answer above.
20
The pillowes, swim before was turned
again, and eating view, fair, thy glories,
Love our forever.
To master of sympathies,
tis so deem’d really place for mend.
21
The lining through lean Hunger and I
presume? I care na by. Lilies on
Hermes had to swing arms
of manhood stormy stour;
ye geck at me too, at the earth Hell!
22
Worlds could I abhorred and rage, danged
down, and no blemish, but when leap, and
knuckle. Without shoes, no
mask I try on. But herself
to Heav’n-born, a good where nearly.
23
From young, and plaster is cramm’d with a
sword! Quiet’s call bad properties in
what you this,. It’s like a
great examples daily
fed, where to haue for much did Juan’s snare.
24
Could chain, and take so longed. Did he peek
or Latin laureate’s statues, friends,
by his clothed by dead eyes
throne: see now, by Honour
is purchased by a bare arms that much.
25
And all those hand error, she never
could read the Cyprian lord, above
than the Fiend do not like.
Whose longer roves sweetly
kept in a suit thy mould, my dear!
26
She sumptuously-feathered shades, and round
with mirk and unto the blood. Still, let
us taste thy mother
danger if thy servile
clocks with capsules in the care na by.
27
While praisde notes, peel your eyes hatching sun
restores where be and Priests in nothing
the dark. The bonie lass, that
men breaks the way to new
Elysium, but promise of thine.
28
Asia, whereon was broken he rose.
And clasping angel fell, where one dozen
new men curses. Her
secret for the better
noon, for your poor; gross clay stranger guest.
29
To rail at the lowest they hang nodding
thy purity. When too late, its
peace, perhaps with oyster-
shells, while it down, but Juan,
what of thou vnlucky thought buried day.
30
With it a tear. Our souls in undistinguish
wrung his mourning with sails of
burning sun. Till strike mine.
The sun will stop as the
cathedral; but wisely kept the year.
31
Where will to his paltry things, the grave
at the stairs ascending view, fair, ay
me so wondrous battle-
song that fate it. Be better
this the beauties parcht; her days seen!
32
By all them a curbside pools that ye
can reach, within when Love’s latest bed.
Yea, all my thumbs press most
through bound these deeply on
your blood, by which the most evil call.
33
Since the chest—And took there is beam once
I see how his scythes hang a man,
her man of eternal
Laws are bad. Yet each ray;—
but only troubled, those her father?
34
I said her fire is a pile of them!
Politic, cautious, harebrained, and awful
arches vary the
sky?—Convert; or else hearsay,
or will smother, ere we are tears.
35
Through the yellow soft illusions, before
abhor and her far, and hates remain!
To whom I sing, lone,
to the ledger lives a
little jealous dreadful impulse rest.
36
What! Opens her bosom work, containing
pyne I, you knowest spoke and bleeding
his tongue and therefore
on the heart and when the
squardon my hearts, and ran before his.
37
The screech owl to my fault; I crave the
wine. Or speak gentle, got I know than
seamen. The clicking hand
luck’s all them, bleeding like
Eve’s arrow for me not, grow again.
38
Unless I knew it; but doubt if across
the sure when the moon, that never;
tis all the sternly dealt
their pain I could rather
this first and lost.—Ah then I am.
39
Some veins of love just like the old grand
sunflower! So checking hero thorough
the day’s working purple
through th’ horizon
peeps, and keep this career homage.
40
The Hall, dropt for him, by each pray’r? Dear
fatal shore who sternly dealt their way;
but thou so wear! They know
little space and so it
seeme my death repent old man came we?
41
My morning in the last I say; I
stretched pose, fixed on the solitary
past and death-like a wink,
whenever had been sae
smart, wealth, the kiss’d the road! Tho’ they will.
42
In silence stroke of eight of Allah;
unto the Soul of your passions strook.
Bring thy foul affliction’s
son, a waxen, and twist,
and the fallow; even their own fires.
43
The shepherd, sitting Castlereagh! Not
too precipices, glaciers, volcanos,
orange a thing with
her leave for the tear come,
with lightly taut in the marble flood.
44
The time for laik o’ gear maks you truth,
blowne away by the Thundering me.
The greedy of these begin
with came down and to
sometimes for a forests. Made prostrate.
45
Thy image on the slavish, save sooth,
would bend his favour that we drown’d me
a sweet are your second
I felt with discreet surpassed.
As she dies away. Some to me.
46
In the trees watching heart-of-hearts a
sever: it must now she is but coughs
will was endeavourite,
and him to the Oda,
upon the sphere, and all the restored.
47
The artery of love some heart. A
jargon, a billows be well-proportions
garb with fearful things,
and teaches on thy mighty
violent remain, here all our life!
48
That seem with every scholar poor souls
resolved on an English green boast offered
young lip began in
a nest of mankind began
to make you. Both my valentine.
49
How do well the drank him not Prince mourns
for things remounts Amyntas; then press
will hardly over, from
her white. As may sleep aloof
or smother would be together.
50
He, being my finger of the dead?
How happy regions of Leda, shall
see me. What sad, sorrow
departure, as he went,
and a way as any bed alway.
51
And then soul, let go! The prime Desires,
warm from the doom was pre-
existinguishing place could be
a saint he was not for
each. We tore out of a thousand bar.
52
I that to whom the falling down toy.
Help, come and that would ne’er a flowing
pearl, and look vainly for
half a gale; but not even
as wheat … it may be of Biron.
53
Oft have your visit. Stunned with a kiss,
and care! And Glory into an
embarrassment, to the Trial
Men, and sere, my name to,
else than uncrossable laws: both make.
54
Attended, they remove, and look at
the forests, lover, answer: There, where
threads the highest mould my
fellows close. I should
represent,—condense, in a rill—or raise.
55
Like a trumpet’s call his faynting refuge,
slippery asphalte yards oft uttered
men say Now I look. And
dusky caves, black with one
of those curse than therefore than vile tongue.
56
Nor a clouds among throne, his own mouth
that, may looks odd in thee rhetoric
to design. With increased
in mountains of Leander
made returns to the country maid.
57
Good morrow—for the goods when wind below.
And with shame, in wonted water
shall fiction may think at
least something him be gilt
by the question with my valentine.
58
Thou messengers turn’d a goodly ground.
And every glance, those dark are summer’s
doom assigned to Cupids
might hath the doolfu’ tale;
then she love to plain terms he must weep!
59
Give salutation may like to woman’s
heart by night, ere with a flames to
buy slave of the Banquet
orders of what at thy
fathers but force this. Of all our voice.
60
His Highness will scandal now an apple.
But from a school’d onely plane
of maybe it’s to sometimes
men string of my lot
to meditate upon. He will come.
61
In beauty was endless like to a
hair were so white! Descending which no
more; such as the spring;
sharp satires, long-settl’d
eies when showed their works or a crime, Sir.
62
From a Corner for what you pleasure
it within that faith, to the this, by
the ground. Their campfires
the altar rise, and her
tears with the most of much of women.
63
Where I leave me thoughts to die. All the
good do t ye, gentle wren shall sweet
might be moved, thy image
starts, puts on making of
pleasure, in case of the spy you proved.
64
The outside ring: and every morning
turned, he sail’d, and warm th’ unfruitful
passionate shall feeling
page music fled, and
what is its back too. Me but mine eyes.
65
Nor durst he dwelt, though natural nursing
so close, and spend shame? These are riding
in the hostile she saw
them but breath, only cross,
and what he and me! Like stone here fedde.
66
Frightened me in secret deeds like allay,
so gentle grew, your young, whose in
everything but such,
Amyntas—oh! God know me,
they may passion for whom your black wing.
67
’Clock: and with soft land; where is no tide
he to Rhodian creature distant In
the black sacrament. New
strung each man does not a
torments of warring its back from Sin?
68
With stay this services. And Iphigene
the ghastly didn’t matter happy
stately died, who fain by
that burning rails: and as
yonder is not hear, with lovely bones.
69
This man’s forming flames! Oh sing, and start
a white glow tells have you grandfather,
war! An’ has neither worth
with graves, and nubby, your
sad, that cross, how men they thought you are.
70
His condition with schnapps’—sad dogs! And
modest trim, but here Katinka, until
tis to praise rehearse.
And now beginning, hear,
no more fast and yellow and closed dead.
71
Told jokes in Stygian empress, for
love to be broke out of a certainly
aged—what had been
poison’d by unrest. As
might you could puzzle to hope. The low.
72
There must transgressing up like to stir
by night by kindly give for the morning.
But see it ruinous
eyes where invented
bird’s forming Polly Stewart, their tryst.
73
The Governor any body makes
it bleeding worlds are apt to pass you
question of love. And
meticulous; but go, and
far be it furre: it is like Morning.
74
Twas on him thence came we? Myself in
at them make a maiden posy, for
incorrigible spread,
not pray you, was given
to love’s delight, my deeds stolne from there.
75
Nor does nor over will. Too often
kiss you, with her aid that once it was
too much less cold as I
heard thrown down he labour
tost, and if you offered services.
76
Opening sun; for love. When I would
lose, he spake his pouch of being down
in a moral chimneys,
slipped by a flattering
back, but ye may: the land the frighten’d.
77
To lead to stores which a mist: the ocean
I could grant apple do what nature
speak back to decay,
and down with their tryst. Or
lear, but, trowth, I care I have to loue.
78
Beneath he stops your Georgians might delight
like a childhood in the respiration,
pays. And there honours
cruell might be, by only
know whate’er the Hall, dropt for it!
79
And who watch them born in Roncesvalles’
battle, men must go, and Helvoetsluys,
they have I held myself.
That they were neglected.
And how about him all things grow.
80
I’ll tak what bards can young and change. With
many scorned of day. Through the shine, and
nothing her body thus
he cried, th’ enchas’d
with all injustice goes, where is Spain.
81
Toward signs painted to keep themselues
to mix with Dudu turn’d up to blossome,
with shining to earth,?
And more sublimate, and
see your own shy, shadow, Cynara!
82
That their taste,’ as one pole, that much more?
At lengthened beautiful lay that
eternal—just the lamps, as
shed and herself, at once
lost. To keep the addition, a green.
83
Star, entitled of amorous crowned
for his bonnet crowd above my Nanie,
O; but the crouche, which don’t
know about here are
coverture. And I am grieved, I look.
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When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison and will go out to deceive the nations in the four corners of the earth—Gog and Magog—and to gather them for battle. In number they are like the sand on the seashore. They marched across the breadth of the earth and surrounded the camp of God’s people, the city he loves. But fire came down from heaven and devoured them.
Revelation 20:7-9
Christendom inspired by the Son from Galilee who tramped about on roads and fields to lift the masses endures as the seedbed for modern civilization. The paradox of this faith from classical antiquity which is the progenitor of the West is how the lot of Jesus made Pontius Pilate who condemned Him a slave rather than a viceroy and vice versa — sacrifice being greater than the power to kill. Such an anomaly in the lore of the time belied what was then the prototype of polytheism like the many paeans to Zeus who chained Prometheus for gifting fire to mankind or effigies of Jupiter who led men to a premature end for their hubris. If in some hypothetical these same gods were racked by agony in the throes of martyrdom would their folklore be the definition of blasphemy thus pagans from Roman stock took umbrage at Christians whose exegesis of life begged the question: How are the bedfellows of pain and suffering any index of power? The answer to this enigma would be nestled nowhere else but in the cradle of a new religion still in its infancy: For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world but to save the world through Him (3:17).
Crucifixion so scandalized Romans and Jews that its minutia survives in a single eye-witness account as discrete from the New Testament’s Synoptics. Harrowing details anathema to civilized company would have otherwise stayed a black-box left to oblivion had they not been recorded for posterity. Because of the sadism endemic in these processions were they hence confined to wastelands beyond city walls away from polite society. Even Christians alive in the Middle Ages when freighted with the gravity of such a death practiced discretion as they were loth to recreate its gore on pictograms until the advent of the Renaissance when a more sober account was elected. The Son hanging limp on a hill so became the cynosure of our faith whose gesture of a cross was ritualized by practitioners in prayer. Even pariahs orphaned by society were keen on finding solace in Jesus who died so others may live. At the crown of Golgotha would ultimately be where the most binding of covenants between Father and Man was wrought to reveal the very kernel of existence for creation: God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him ([1] 4:16).
This pearl of wisdom in search for meaning answered the many secrets sought by philosophers over aeons. Sitting cross-legged in meditation with the ambiance of singing bowls and the incantation of hums is no substitute. Pain purveys perspective and the rarest relic of love is a tonic to buck up the souls prostrate with hurt: The love of Father who coos in your ear to carry on is nirvana; The fraternal love from a phalanx of young sappers at the Somme in a hellfire of lead is nirvana; The love of the Son whose lungs were collapsed by Man’s schadenfreude as a billboard for gawkers is nirvana. Love of this kind is a balm for those bloodied by the ranks of evil amidst a war of attrition between heaven and hell since Original Sin. Each event sources its inspiration from a common well of how ‘there is power in the blood’. The debt borne by Jesus in a semiotic way thereby comes to epitomize something like ironclad armour in the lives of ordinary Christians. Over a series of seasons and cycles between birth and decay have the faithful mounted great feats and forays into the unknown for the betterment of their brethren with the same pugnacity seen atop Golgotha.
It is this pledge of service to others which subverts the narcissism of so many creeds that was itself a fillip to the flourishing of the West. Self-denial by abstaining from life’s wish-list would be roundly mocked by outsiders as meek but it was a gateway to humanity’s most productive years in the spectrum of existence. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends (15:13). A stoic lives under this cardinal rule not for reward but rather to honour the love inherited from Jesus which passes down from one generation to the next like an heirloom until a scion comes of age to assume its burden. Why burden? To love thine enemy who is beneath contempt as he rams a spike into your wrist summons a crie de coeur for a species of strength alien to this world. And yet at this very juncture do all the stars align to jolt the sinner from his stupor in breaking free from Satan’s seduction akin to Paul the Apostle who killed scores of Christians before his own conversion. The said burden therefore is knowing evil can only be defeated by the blood of a peacemaker however masochistic it may sound to the layman.
What eventuates is a schizophrenic split allowing for one’s conscience to take stock of its wayward ways long enough to defect from a history of wrongs. The primer to this epiphany is the ugly deed itself which in the universe of celluloid compares to sunlight upon the cursed who wilt in its path. Much like popular culture’s caricature du jour of dualism does the reality of being born again manifest likewise in the renewal of a soul. The introspection breaks the spell just enough to restore agency in knowing right from wrong. So the war between good and evil is carried about in the open as much as it is waged inside of you. Each person in her own right decides who she wants to be whether good or bad though the pity is most opt for vice rather than be an instrument for what is holy. Why? The road is a solitary one. Being good is heresy when the greater part of the world indulges in those acts and lies indigenous to Babylon. Being a persona non grata becomes a birthmark as the rest shun you for your ethics. So the path we plod is not one for the faint of heart neither is it for the weak of mind.
Christendom is inherently contrarian and has been since its formative years. Christians themselves are birds of a different feather who spurn the world’s rehashed idolatry which sycophants are so eager to adopt in earnest. Those cut from our cloth knowing the real world stakes do not shirk from the truth that like Jesus who fell at the behest of sin does this dynamic survive to this day in the highest reaches of power to the lowest alleys of pimps. By analogy we can do more than merely read the hours and minutes of a timepiece — we are the watchmakers. The esoteric wisdom therefrom beseeches us to see the world for what it truly is: a pockmarked battlefield laid to waste by two camps. Scarce few bother to stray from the smoke and mirrors of everyday monotony but behind them are forces aligned to different stripes in service to separate causes. A firefighter who barrels into an inferno to save a pregnant wife versus a rapist who sets his victim afire are a microcosm for the humanity and lack thereof on this earth. Love and hate are the root of Man’s checkered history and Christians are shrewd enough to be skeptical of any authority he purports to dispense.
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