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Sir Titus Llewellyn, (1508 - 2051), 1st Earl of Selby

Sir Titus Llewellyn spent his childhood in Croydon, outside London, in Surrey. Historian Father Hugh Harrigan describes Titus thus: 'stocky, well-built and with a clean shaven austere about him, being fair in face and features, he was irresistible to women'. A prominent Tudor courtier, Asha Rajput, a journalist, describes Titus Llewellyn as 'hardy, wise and liberal...fierce in courage, courtly in fashion, in personage stately, in voice magnificent, but somewhat empty of matter'.

LATEST INSTALMENT!

 A King's Ransom 

 ∑סς, volume ii; (unpublished), patent pending

William's overall assessment of his will speaks of it being given soley,

unknown at the time, to which these readings promise have prepared.

If Asha is aware of the assets she is in possession of, shows none of it right now!

                                                                                                                    (an agitated), Father Hugh

Henry viii's pothumous sonnet reveals: 

Suggesting by way of solecism, ( the literary mistakes attributed to the ancient Greek writers,  reveals the 'suitor', to his sixth wife, Catherine Parr, secrecy to wed as named, (Thomas Seymour, 1st Baron of Sudely.) It also reveals the breaker of trust, (John Fowler), who knew Thomas as the blackmailer. Sir William Sharrington, who was at the time, (1548) vice-treasurer of the Bristol Mint who was debasing coinage at that time. Thomas would propose a daring kidnap on the King who was to succeed the throne. It speaks of, (Somerset), the signee, (and brother), to Thomas on the death warrant.    

                                                                                                    Sir Titus Llewellyn, (prof) 

                                             King Henry VIII

                                                             codex

 

 

                           What fortitude of worth can one defy?

                           The tournequet hast gripped ye most aware

                           Tho' sharing with you all, in thought do I,               1535

                           Accept the Kingdoms ransom - thine despair.

                           It otherwise should par offence be praised,

                           Thine didn't see this severance of Faith,

                           Could be more than a fowler hunts as raised,

                           Than rifts of this fulfillment seen as safe.                 1540

                           Be said to sign occurrences to face

                           Attraction, vines what vintage be, thine self,  

                           Thy art of growth sufficent to one's trace,

                           As whims from mind covertness I thee stealth        1545

                           The power to destroy what promised threats  

                           Were empires on which the sun never sets.

 

    Catherine of Aragon

Italian Sonnet

 

How rightfully my wish until,

Lay still for sudden birth

For certain non-existing mirth,                                           1550

His merryment to worship will.

Disturb the womb for whom a son, 

inherits me to seek divide;

the promised kept, oh how inside,

I find the length tho' one to one.                                        1555

To seek the Faith that once destroyed,

How much a plea convince we try, 

A troubled wife and king annoyed,

Oust may she too consider why?

A daughter's bond can wait until,                                   1560

I prise from thee a son undone. 

 

           Anne Boleyn

    English Sonnet

 

It favours beauty though removed aside,

The struggle often luck has remain'd poor,

To nudge the wife of one who would decide

A king removes his pride to mask it more.                    1565

My hearing of her death condemns the likes,

Of fortunate half stakes of duly bound;

The title now that Mary has which strikes,

Has lopped the heads of other men around.

Thou art that I the Mistress first, wife last,                      1570

Absconds the fondness for like riches came,

From any other means which do contrast,

My fate as Queen of Hearts for taking blame.

I slept last night determined I was dead,

Whilst King and Country carried what I said.        1575

 

          Jane Seymour

            Spencerian Sonnet

 

A day when world's ended from which I hail,

 'Twas lay'd upon orations firmly staff

A headless lass, whom verily the male,

Begets to taxe inherit headless half,

The Kingdoms ransom, either to prevail;                        1580

Did'st well it maybe more for the accused;

That after blame 'twas coveted the male,

He may not prize it well, if once refused.

To ransom what may be left self abused,

Delights not why the daughter he'd betroth,                       1585

'Twas bought for pass-me-downs as somewhat bruised,

A King and Son pajama game to both. 

Whilst middling third in line, is there no voice,

Advisory in death, to make such choice?

 

          Anne of Cleves

Shakespearean Sonnet

 

Engraved around the wedding ring of fame,                   1590

The settlements would consummate a thread

Descending from the 'Charlemange', end game,

To which would Henry see already dead;

Conclude it would be doomed before began,

If discord does attach oneself to first                                            1595

How solemn I became - the type of man,

Who on the second day, could have rehearsed.

How dissappointed he to matters whom,

Begrudged the worth so often I've prepared,

How desperate it seems engraves the tomb,                          1600

To which I owe this honour to -, uncared.

That with this ring declare long needed keep,

How silence consecrates my chosen sleep".   

      Kathryn Howard

Elizabethan Sonnet

 

Pursued! O how pursued has this astute,

Comprised to this thought paid of might and aid!          1605

No other wish for could one so salute,

The devious, yet morale high ground laid.

My husband ails, his illness of obsessed,

Strives timid ears for voice to desecrate,

Where unappealing natures truths suggest,                    1610

Are rightly ones who'd wish he'd conjugate.

How hints of silence guilty have I paused:

Yet frantic episodes compose the plot,

Of amplitude to which my suicide,

'Twas thwarted by accusing men. Of what?                            1615

Applomb has urged against me blame indeed,

High treason hast untied the time I plead.   

         Catherine Parr

Petrarchan Sonnet

Reformist to the King and country bears,

Resemblance to the daughters by his side,

To meet the half way stage of neither bride;             1620

Tho' interference shared with no affairs.

Has asked fulfillment choose our questionaires,

To utter them gross urgencies as prayers,

Where love and a devotions bonds are tied,

I leave for now the moment being theirs.                    1625

That whilst control is thine I do allow,

The drift from wife alluring the Divine,

A sacred but adopted phrase to mend,

The chosen Faith of one to make it thine.           

To honour and obey this disavow,                                  1630

Do futures Kings of ransom meet this end.

The epic poem Eos, Written between, 1986 - 2012, a life's story                       

                                                                                     by Titus Llewellyn

THIS PAGE IS PERSONAL TO ME AND NOT REALLY FOR COMMENT, UNLESS IT IS TO SEND YOUR REGARDS. - THAT'S IF YOU DON'T MIND - PLUS, IT IS BEING UPDATED ALL THE TIME AND THEREFORE SOME OF WHAT YOU READ MAYBE ERASED ALTOGETHER. I THANK YOU - TITUS / TERCIL

Having been encouraged by the persistence of  many poets here, in my progressing with the works, " ∑סς", It should be said, that this is no ordinary book, and having insisted that it is a life's work, I mean it is an actual life's work. Which means, "do  with it as you please, for I shall not be around to finish the last instalment." Which, 'William', leaves with the priest Father Hugh, who incidently existed in Mussoorie as was then, in  Uttar Pradesh, it has since named Uttaranchal, Northern India.

I have found it best to write in jigsaw fashion for my interest can be diverted as much to maintain it at the best of times. Other than that, I want people to know at future dates, those who have made an impact in my life, for the right.. and the wrong reasons. Part iii incidently is reserved for all those undesirables, who  have made my life hell, for which compensation is duly rewarded, such as the hellish place it is. Taking with me to pastures new, those lovely people who have meant so very much to me. Of course the poetry is richly obscure to hide each one, as I'd not want to offend them thinking I was speaking of greatness when indeed the opposite was intended. Therefore much is in codex to put each in trait form, then on spectroscopic intention to evade possible lawsuits, pending to their reactions.

Bringing together out of circumstance, where one has neither in common with the other, but like an existence becomes necessary to kindly result some kind of illusion. The works are a subconscious effort, using from its embryonic stage, an intended  source via those emotions. In place of emotions, a use of traits is derived at, and throughout the book, this becomes the metamorphosis and symbolically so, moves on in a complex manner proceeding as matter. William, and by way no fault of his own is institutionalised to a mental asylum suffering from paranoid schizophrenia.With regards to rehabilitation the fact that medication in the form of oral is not included, but just a caring girl who is performing better than the drugs known as antipsychotic. They do not cure the diagnosis; just reduce the problem short term.

Now it is time to put these pieces together into some orderly fashion.

PROLOGUE '∑סς'

Bouquet With Love

I WILL proclaim to the world the deeds of my illusion. This was the tale for whom things were witnessed and later,  became my nemesis and was to drive me to the far reaches of hell and back.  Wiser words  saw the mysteries and every comparitive tale that interacted with mine, a life story. It is such a long journey, that although weary which my labours would otherwise go un-noticed, return to engrave what is part of the whole in my makeup. 

When the gods were created, man disguised his own frailities and gave them this perfect referral.  Having the sun endow this enormity we surpass all others by agreeing that this was the pinnacle of thine existence, as was mine once made by the couplet of one fateful mistake, parenting seems dependant on courage as to how things have changed. We attempt to reach the gods like Tithonus, who from being made immortal, became decrepit as another way of describing helplessness, yet like all hope, enters the domain of a great rampart, the temple of the soul, from which the Titans became. God, who is the firmament from as far back, we still look at it still look blindly as we did then to today to fathom out the unknown thrift in harkness.

TO MY DEAREST 

I have over many years written a work which to all intensive purpose signifies the meaning of life. For the love of my life, whose name shall remain nameless, leave by copyright to the afore mentioned, ******* *******, that the epic poem,  '∑סς',  be hers and hers alone from this my dying day. Although poetry has never been of interest to you, I sincerely hope you'll appreciate many years my loving you has provided for as somewhat sancrosanct. Epic didactic poetry is the portrayal of patience, over burden and a perseverance that goes well beyond any reason my having it exist at all, which, with each addition causes loyalty to strain sometimes in a manner of frustration and anger. Nature is very much like change, for what good and bad can be established, and should I say, from which, '∑סς' came about, I owe it to the research and time scale which has over time, changed my writing completely. This didactic form is as genuine as the modern day, and this was very much known how the philosophers and poets of two thousand years ago wrote theirs. I am in no way different to speak as one from that time. Therefore, due to the weight of each volume, four in total, it would be best wise for you, to, "Read at leisure, not for pleasure."

May I add also, that within this work there are four plays to personify a mid 1500's - 1616 dialect that honours the Bard. This too has become the norm to write. The plays will present you with a time frame at between ?BC - 2051AD, explaining four men named Titus Llewellyn, Titus Lucretius / Titus Flavius Vespasianus / Titus the Epistle who of course let me transit us all over many periods.

This work provides me to cocoon us all in a very personal way, to simplify an invite that was quite miraculous, and a death which is as important mysterious. One thing is for certain - you will live in the present more wonderful than at any time in our history to know that there is more to the hope than was always envisaged,  reading about a man, who somehow starts to transforms into the very death we face due to the metamorphosis. Over all, it will bring some light down on the fact that we are all susceptable to death, and that is a very beautiful level playing field indeed.

                                     I SHALL LOVE YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY

                                                                                      TITUS LLEWELLYN

 

Urge of Recompense 

 

 

Add too, to he whoever fills with glee

swift motions time allows how mystery

event's itself as humble laid what fate

arrives at this tummult, commotions some,

to say that the ideal that brought us close

confuses me, that somehow love had died;

when all the time, your grace and softer pose

initiated silence, and it shows!

a morbid thought recovers all of those.

 

 

I wondered what it would be like to know,

How brief the said affair was turning brow!

convinced me these surrounding vibes immense

what swift and bitter sweet enjoyments fence. 

Come feel, what sudden urges have dispensed,

 

 

That any man who found, enjoyed it too!

For I, who have no wealth has found it halved

by loving all I can - and all I do

is swoon around with jealousy for boast,

an avid friend complaining like I do!

But talent was the downful to this host

an independant nature frowned upon

that nature all to fraught had put it on.

 

 

Adoring you has brought about transfixt,

a place that planned a wherabouts albeit

the gloom and doom asylums seem to hate

tormenting what it is to summon mixed,

an attitude to ward off this berate!

 

 

How could a sleepless night, be to ignore  

The residue, awareness one should cease,

as morning seems like night to usher down

the curtains wide, announce on their release

into the mere contempt of ones' I own

adoring you much more than did before.

 

 

My thunders drift into an interlude

of distributed fears of losing what

I had - believing now as having not;

a lot of idle thoughts I do conclude.

How richly was it won, that greets a girl

possessed within the voice, sheer apparel

the journey she must take as consignor,

relieves me such as trust was gained before.

  
Though heaps of praise as those whose hopes are slain

Nor aught the mere supply from such reward

So scarce, it's almost hard to think it would

be modest by denote, that once again,

the loneliness succumbs to those it should! 

Yet he and those forementioned far beneath

concoct the idle chit-chats of the mind

by reminiscing what it was, to find

an awful lot in common! So much grief!

 

For being in my life, had it dissolved,

the woes and innuendos spoken for

and triggered the eruptions by the score

that in between, a love affair evolved.

 

 

Confused, William wonders how it came, from the derisory beginnings his life commensed that it was to be surrounded by gross bad luck. The torment from the marriage break up which hand in hand brought back memories of his cursed childhood. Even before we delve into William's life, should be aware of the deep and complex nature before it began.

 

 

My Family Curse

How cachexic has come to haunt my years
torment thy malison through family traits,
to inculpate allegiance though my fears
are mere juxtaposition from such fates.
Cleary hysteresis takes effect-
host nihilism changed my peace of mind,
who chose the gross demeanors they neglect
gnathonic do declare I should be blind.  
I need not querimonious be blamed
to rusticate embarrassment until
one's change of kleptomania is named
Zoetic need for something new I feel.
The abbatoir to which a rotten start,
is owned by being born as abstract art.

Whilst thy ellipsis beckons obsecrate,
do pleads until a variety of whims

constrain me more languescent to debate 
felicificative, like laughter doth to limbs.

My plight obscures palladian as shown,

Sanguineous from the blood of being damned,

as how this bachanal abused the known

from being far from dealbation lambed.

How tenebrose has loomed a weary head,

vesuviate what worth that need be rid

a wryd for discontent, I should be dead

where usitative the words I use are hid.

I yaff, defining beast aganst this brand

xerophytic state of mind I do command.   

 

 

∑סς volume i

 

                                                                                                  Volume I of IV

 

 

How, through translation

beyond what law and prophets

dare say in Hebrew.



Leave some to tangle

with the selective process 

for lasting theories.

 

To see through scripture,

 

as if autumn had fallen

 

before it began.

 

 

 

Translation

איך, דרך תרגום מעבר למה

 שחוק ונביאים מעזים אומר בעברית.

 עזוב כמה לתלות לכן התהליך

 

 הבררני חוסך תאוריות בר קימא.

 לראות דרך כתב קודש,

 כאילו סתו נפל לפני זה התחיל.

 

Titus Llewellyn

 

Providing something sancrosanct does didactic poetry perform the portrayal of patience over perseverance.  Each is in addition to the loyalty of love as my frustrations have over change to which nature uses to the extent to rectifying each period or cycle. . From which, 'Eos', came about, I owe it to the persistence of mind over matter nature which has changed my writing somehow to present you with the didactic form. These were very much how the philosophers and poets of two thousand years ago wrote theirs, and I am in no way different to speak as one from that time. Therefore, due to the weight of each individual volume, it would be best wise to, "Read at leisure, not for pleasure."

 

May I add also, that within this work there are many plays to personify a mid 1500's - 1616 styled by certain dialogues. The plays will present themselves to a time frame to honour the Bard the heoric lives of between  99BC - 5AD, explaining four men named Titus, and this includes myself as a period reserved for transit to let me come and go as I please.  

 

This work provides me to cocoon us all in a very personal way, to simplify an invite that was quite miraculous, and a death which is as important mysterious. One thing is for certain, you will live in the present more wonderful than at any time in our history to know that there is more to the hope that is always a gratifying thought, listening to a man, who somehow starts to transforms into the very death we face, due to the metamorphosis. Over all, it will bring some light down on the fact that we are all susceptable to death, and that is a beautiful level playing field to be playing on hereafter.

 

Due to copyright, these plays will be put in an order, attached to at a later date:

 

                                                                         Titus Llewellyn

                           SONNET MMDCCLXXXVIII

A glimmer sent would touch the hint desired,

to sweet resolve the next almighty show

of sunlight that once more adjusted glow

such portals are the vastly sums inspired:

For having shielded light away from thee,

could I have slight deflected certain rays

this much from having found my darker days

the future bleak inherits moments free.

Yet how obscure I feel I cannot trace,

the shadow slowly moving east to west

a patient wait surrounding my obsessed

conveyance shall the sunset too replace. 

To mingle with the prepositioned thence,

does spiritual awareness commonsense?    

                    SONNET MMDCCLXXXIX

A slight but depth related sulk between,

The shift of an idea as movement soothes

the sun as ours, each show of it now proves

us closer, more contently t'wards that scene;

The dazzle of enpasse, does compass point

direct us that to build upon the dreams

of those we see alive than death extremes,

would dearly love to touch the true anoint.

How subtle doth the turn of limbs combine,

affectionately joined as two unite

a roaming sure assisted common light,

would ask to give a little more than thine.

To shed some light upon the shadow's next,

a predetermined ask for no objects.

                        SONNET MMDCCLXXXX (SPENCERIAN)

Once outline to the subtle scroll across,

has moved, it filters slight to one degree

an edge that once perhaps with equal toss

be searching for the faith in clarity. 

So gathered are the eyes each gaze to trail, 

the range depicting hues with often loss;

vastly sums elude to hidden detail,

seeking its refinement deep emboss.  

An urge of go betweens and earthly scale,

would magnify my love in untold counts

if certain moves require we move the veil

let untoward imagine them amounts!

The sun for all its worth what guarantee,

assures us having found such chemistry.

"A stage with woven fabric I have filled,

with moths, gives the illusion of unskilled." - Titus Llewellyn  

 " ~Eos~   Titus Llewellyn

“If life is just a stage, then we are all running around ad-libbing, with absolutely no clue what the plot is. Maybe that's why we don't know whether it's a comedy or tragedy.”  Bill Watterson