Breezey

Where Zephirs ſweep their breezey gales, / And fragrant blooms perfumes the vales, / With varied ſweets, gay nature charms, / But not like thoſe in Anna’s arms, / The ſoftly dimpling ſtream that plays, / Meand‘ring ſweetly murmuring ſtrays, / More ſoft then that, or cooing dove, / Is Anna, when ſhe ſays I love.

The vessel became stationary, and the fresh breezey hissing of the water in her wake and the tremulous motion everywhere suddenly ceased.

And we’ll have another frozen bloody pizza in frozen bloody silence. (Quieter.) I can’t bear her petty thoughtless cruelties. Her bright and breezey tortures. Her blitheness. Her blindness. I will protect you from her.