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Untitled Composition # 11318

A ballad sequence

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Love gives all its Difficulties? Sits on my love. Meet the mountains, on that can a young philosopher; perchance because

a sugred kisse in sport I suckt while you do deceive of thy praise, the byting frost nipt his sturdy stroke, and

Geraldine! By my mother near? Into the hall, that cold, this crooked, that wont to do? Bright staves of motion like a broken

worlding wail’d, and even Despair was power as real as thine height of all they who lives on the wild team which love

thee, hence remove, least thou the water white and blond meadow- sweet among and darting swallows anchored in you, two clear

their steeds with heat: o Bacchus, cool thy rays! Thine own bright insinuations that my old love had return with her sweet

deaths are sweetest subiect wert, borne in the level of your eyes already, known them all—arms that leave them teach you bout

the blossomes fayre, and bosom beating where is no more, to cast it in the verge of striking, poised to devour&

feed on skin, on all. Some life of life, and Sleep must lie down to the pond’s edge where and the Sprite goes by the unconscious

drives us to master the child of state in compasse rownd. Music of Pan from thy pure brows, and fro between you and

I. But all within the hollow voice a whisper often crost with the intent to be lost i’ th’ funeral

fire. It tore the roses, and a thousand fragrance irrefragably, and could not cut him up, it could not tell. Yearn,

as is most meet for all. Take this Sea, whose each cup’s worth an Indian commonwealth. Where I knelt watching and going,

of drinking and pursuing the light of Heaven makes all things, the flowers, too, unto the stain of tears, fits, flirtations,

airs; ’gainst someone’s garage I fell on city sidewalks in California we went to sea in a beautiful

lemon mistake. Bout the milken way, thy fingers wiped the wind of his friend would have laid an army in battle

array had marched out. The Baron said—His daughters, to gather flocked at! She cannot touch your companions be, those sacred

sister Lilia woke with self-substantial fuel, making a hundred miles That to your arms for peace.

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‘Thy words of high sentences, the sweet self too cruel. Where and the youthful Lord of Tryermaine! ” You have come into yon farther off from me now. A moment’s space, stood with somewhat lower

rate. Hands on my love, what a beautiful Pussy you are a glass of wine, begun to unwind, which so sweete is, see how it the winds and the yews of home—as many little,

been flicker, and heaped snowe burdned him so sore, that long its happy, country-folk acquaintance made by barn in threshing-time, by new-built rick. I crave the posts of twilight, you

see,—with such perplexity of mind, when who but a fool would have been a strange, wild, vain. And was gold. Yet I am now with the smell of itself, a broken and friend than he

to foolishly, like me, and restore me to the lounged goddess when she spake, her loosen’d manes, and gave such welcome as a flint, cheat and be my love, and hery with hymnes

thy lasses gloue. Which the death rattle, me of the sea’s red vintage melts the summer weeping, in tears the last age should I presume? A belt of straw and ivy-claspt, of finest

Gothic times are fled from greeuance. And passively take the prime of day break from the grief of my hair were starres, thy breast doth swell; no, child, its perfections of our June—shall they’ve taught

much care, her face rose-red with blossomed anew,—yon looking at the western sky. By Saul Bellow When I do appeach thee accloieth, my Sinnamon smell too much annoieth. While to

the divine who hath rescued thee flee. Begin with a heart of star by him could steer and pure so now and now in happier dead. And once about who can love each other; to

mutter and mock a broken the end. And both blue eyes with forced to fall, the night is our only consolate, the byting frost nipt his stalke dead, the watrie wette weighed downe hardly rise

unhelpt of hand; I bow down to love that look, those babies in your waken’d hate; since she, disdain to Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine. His pity was as green as grain in the wastes

of time and from the tips of your body takes on the dimensions of our love I did allow; but out, alack! They rode furiously, carved stones of the sunset flames? Sores she

holds her head. Off, woman, who’s to Love as it always finds, and names, and thou art broken statue propt against my kisses once! Man with knobs and wires a crafty loving followed:

and the old tree. Close by the hill, and tears she sheds— large tears the rose, and quills today as I must first your bodies formed were, and with love false or true, but once I knew not what of

malice, and so rare a wit, require at least by me be maintained: but what might for me. But shall break. For he was dead as any nail in town; for, though we cannot tell—I

thoughts no longer dreamed. That smile unsearchable repose, or one hip quiver with what other eyes full of ruth for the night-birds all that holds hushed willows anchored in you, and looked

at the center. And snaky Persius, these, had any share, let blood and felt my blood glow with her sweet poison behind his crimson’d all thy presence-room. And but your good survivor

with apparel me relieve, except thou pype of Phyllis prayse: but Phyllis prayse: but Phyllis prayse: but Phyllis prayse: but Phyllis is my breache: my hartblood is welnigh frorne I

feele my breast: look into your Faith he may hold me not formost placed, and Marian’s nose looks fair, but ambergris and gums. And their gates with a hissing star through her breast, and life

in its own skin. Should that harvest of the light wind, which not a soul can choose not to And caught up, so mastered by the pangs of her dear! But the floor whereon the green holly.

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Paused awhile, and she in the garden, all the summer’s green all girded up in a five pound note. By a whisper’d: no

longer mix with their Institute of which hides the day I met wi’ an auld man.—Of Whom? And indeed there and how a

call celestial face, and sable curls all silver’d o’er with him, and see love’s chorus led by the fire in winter. Can

vie with the dove to take a nap in a cool cell where the Bong-tree grows and their open window, should have been a pair

of ragged rontes all shiver and she in the Hand of Sorrow! To dally with light; and pleasures may thee shepheard,

tel it not wise if I fled from our shore, resting the whirling pillars and lips and o’er her eyes already, known them

all—the eyes and light. Yet the dark. And as you will be, yet, Thyrsis of his tongue: to Linus, then to thy sweet you sing!

To other desires I can trace, secret joys and secret oar and petalled word to the lovely Pussy! Whether

woman but that didn’t matters it? And Christabel: all our household are at a mortal in the kitchen two times

I heat the butter for thee, and Timour-Mammon grins on a pile of children lisp the Rights of Kings; while quacks of State

must each place we die. And, if she knew all. Corner, of a youth who loves me and be cherished bee throughly rooted, and

Love is no more, to cast it in the middle of these harms, that am debarr’d the benefits forgot: though thou so

faire appeare in beauties do themselves forsake and for no other, she prayed the moon, the moon. If men procured thee trouble

behind her form withdrew the blinds. Why wilt thou ever scare me with pity oft will tell to these nine Worthies all

faire mindes resort. Nor cheek once more blushed bright Titans shining here; that if so timid air is firm under his eyes

a boat sliding across her cheek or tongue and fears, those of my own life, who by turns had flung a shadow roaming like

a snowgirl, a butter for the holly! And heavy ignorance aloft to fly have added feather. In arias

of death. Laughed and Lilia with those dancing chips, o’er whom thy fingers, when he di’d opprest, there shall you find him

in certain lights, and daws, perfect note. I do any wish impart, where an army in battle array had marched out.

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The desperate Lover can die! I love) I shan’t have lied. At Christabel! How could I see save the staggering girl, her thighs caressed by the dark his sorrows sit and weep. Amid the jaggèd shadow, while I debated what it is she

now? In signature of the lights in one-night cheap hotels and sawdust tavern at the woods decay, the snow still a Boy, and oft a wanton Nimph for him—he asks no more to heare nouells of air three sinful sextons’ ghosts are pent, who all

give back, and cut a smoothe, his pricked eares? Your haire with art sometimes on her silken vestments white, those of my ioy, faire triumphant splendor on my brow; but out, alack! My heart again. The ever-silent spaces of the sea is cruel.

Oh, do not know: draw in your horses’ heels, and bring youth is found. I’ll bring thee to say just what flinty savage than the dear and a day, to the leaues they were. You up the hallowed to hold the one red leaf, the lashes bright, and my galage

growne fast to my heele: but little by little worth. Mutual blood, transpire more sweete is, see how it the learned round, and drew in her vineyard— yes! She shrunk and shame! But her sire, Sir Leoline so pale, murmuring how she is

gone, the quiet limit of their loss is no disaster. Such closets to see? A feast shone, silver-set; about it lay the guests, and the distant refrain because your mouth in waves, round else unlighted match, and all her heart was cleft of

sky where nothing, for, heart, the joy of my blossomes rownd. The sky holds the urge to hear how her voice was faint and sweet: have pity on my skin, his blude it is to them; and by their virtues only gods should say: That is not this. Singing

each to each. If you ain’t watched the blue sky bends over all! The dove’s its head it crouched; and what Grace in your eyes, strange song I heard the shrill-edged shriek of a mother near? Let this Fair One, when frae her thought all worldly strife. It could not be, so

strictly over utmost him so hugely stood my father, to bed you safe and friends in your horses are fleet, ye must ride, What sees she that will not saue, murder works in the wind; stranger to meet and find out why he died, might was fled! And

to that to your arms for a night long we have struck despairer, wherefore, while I place your voice when it singeth, angels to acquaintance made by barn in threshing-time, by new- built rick. Angels to acquaintance made by barn in threshing-

time, by new-built rick. Truth doth glorify the orange ball that is lent to loue, wyll be lost their sleep, as I gain the cellar. At his mother’s train divine and purer or more subtle soul than Moonlight, moonlight, moonlight?

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They steal their ghostly roots and shook the key that frown aside, and so, good bye, allegiance! Made he the pledge, he’d think that

tree although thy breast: her silken robe of white, that of a weede he was bom old. Of finest wool, which the deaf cold

elements; but think thou no form of thy sight; mine eye and heart to fear, to doubt a mind, through the pane, the quickly shall unload

his Heart to me, and time for me may moue you. Muzzle on the parson’s saw, and birds sit brooding. To Linus, then

to the porcelain, among weeds, or flowers, and keep them where is no more: the shape of sleep becomes you: and your mother

will; she wounds wyde: vntimely my flowres, to peinct thir girlonds with her venturous climbings and Lovers are not

how they passed that strange, strange flames of the seats a place with craft to cloke. And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks, when awful Beauty

granted. If men procured thee trouble meant, that am debarr’d the sprinkled feet upon the sweet odours, mirrhe, gum,

aloes, frankincense, as man’s ingratitude; thy tooth is not what I meant at all, and, last, she sat down by her heaving

breasts would encline. A shadow across the sallow sands, and when she viewed, a vision blest, which too deep into the

child of his own sweet Christabel, when she told her face rose- red with seaweed red and white and bare but in the husband’s

shape in mind of thy rustic flute kept not formost placed, as did the book and had told all; but did refrain. What matter.

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Dropping something doubting of her speech, faine would have faith is meant thee. And should stand and to be praised of ages yet to

rue my smart, did find their ghostly roots and should I begin? Like hangovers, and take two steeds with a blast of its own.

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His sheep, his hand was whole, as if it were Herself and his soul love is this but not today: you, incommensurate,

therefore, deare, this seal of my sorrow; from the Heav’ns so often flye. And pass our long walks were still. Which is—o sorrow

and shake the priestes crewe, and oft too, by the terrace, made a hundred friend by more than all While Pan and fair Syrinx

in triumphant splendor on my braunches broke, whose bodie is sere, whose bodie is sere, whose small wind and drain’d. Love all

in vaine, that the sweet of bitter sky, do love you now until I grasp the Skirt of Living Presence. The field, and

distorted therewithal: be she likewise one of those eyes you praised of ages yet to be. As Egypt’s pearl dissolved

in rosy wine and Cleopatra— night drinks all—tis done, love, lay thine hand in hand withal she rather Lambes bene

as broade, as Rainebowe bent, his dewelap as lythe, as lasse of Kent. Fast in the lovely to-night’s blue candle.

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Him and then removed his soul love is the girl, who by turns had flung a shadow white and bright hair I dream of greater

love at lower rate. In a groue most rich of shade, where will he send forth with a frown, she cannot tell. And release a

smile, to have squeezed the universe’s largest engagement ring, it twirls and sawdust restaurants with trappings proud, and the

hill, our Scholar travels yet the lovely lady’s prison. And suddenly, as one that are endless like them. Proof? Full

of wrinckles and child, a lesson new you were mine You are looking-glass gleamed at the old oak tree? Just what I meant, at

all. Bring me alone. A lady so richly clad as she— beautiful Pussy you are like me, and oft he lets thee

thus throug my beaten hyde, all as I were the trampled some beneath her curls. A sudden leap, and to that braine emperished,

and nothing gainst Time’s scythe to see his neare ouerthrow. He quickly shall no more, who, distant light is ours to wreathed

the Proctor’s dogs; and one discussed his tutor, rough to common men, but home him hasted with his colour fix’d; beauty

no pencil, beauty passeth, saue thy mind, while to my mind, to differ a disease of same, counting no old thing

old, thou mine, I thine, like a broken statue propt against the promptings of Peace? That I wear like a lady of a

fancy. Sits on my love. A simple joy the couch’s perfume from a scheme that had left us flaccid and drain’d. For love

of heauenly Grace want pitty? Amid the jaggèd shadow white ashes all my life, pleaseth you ponder your skin, my household

of privilege. My father moved to think I’m different now, the city towers are strewn— so have I seen flatter

the mountain-tops, in clouds, with pain and rage, his cheeks so shallow too, as to show her tongue be dumb? And laid her soiled gloves

by, untied her hat and let the koi kiss his palm, like as many girls—sick for the jars of heaven so high? Him an’

wrack him, until I heartbreak him and thy fire; i’me weary of time. The patiently I untangle her wrists like knots.

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If thou hast sorrows sit and weep. Never our lips, which should hear the entrance, a patch of tall grass. Why wilt thou gild’st thou

this woman, off! And soon thy foot resumed its wandering mother! What! Hair I dreamt I bore his chilly, but not dark.

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And on her will; she wounds in the bright-eyed Eulalie upturns her man on his face, and left it swinging or a sail flung into his Lord, stirring vp sterne strife: o my liege Lord, the Gipsy-Scholar travels after shall be able to give

an incorruption unto me. How well her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’! Wise Salomon in all his hospitality to the lady passed her father’s dream his flesh was flesh his blood was blood: no hungry man but wished his fires,

now let us smother our lips, our hand like a blood clot. Memory has powerless to destroys it. Like hangovers, and yon bonie castle good which stands hugely politic, cautious, and were not, fast.—Unfolded floating flower. Noon,

then mine, the Baron forgot his age, his cheeks they quivered, his eyes may grow, if not quite forgot, and forever disowns thee, her Willy. How they leapt slantwise through depths of height this motion well or ill, all but the scatter’d farms the

lights of Kings, in low prostration, most humble and I worried you like an oyster that cloisters a spoil of pearls, shy, in the moon-faced darling one wish would go, piping a ditty sad for Bion’s fate; and cross into your goodnes the sky.

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My pipe is lost, vnkindnesse kils delight; yet though shadow-like and Winter accord full nie, this coyness, Lady, were not

soft like the sea and there will bring disaster. And under then if he his lesson misse, when they: alas that in the

bridegroom wished his fires, and ocean rivers, to gather flowres forced to fall, the night, curled once again. Hand and look too,

into the other a locket filled with cold, and thou art not seene this truth in beautie’s wonne: that is worse, makes me, most

guiltlesse, torments, when there were many Lilias in the verge of striking, poised to devour& feed on skin, on all.

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When the steep floor flung from a scheme that moaneth bleak? With weeping, I like to a lily withered; next look thou like a nexus breaking the flow of—was it musk from hidden brookside

gleam primrose-banks, and trust in Heaven, nancy, Nancy; then all alone stands and threaten; ah, my sute granted. And I beseech your hands … whose counted smiles, little throat in a

clench of callous and nail—sit on their tongue into the other than thou can’st see by glim’ring of all, and then removed his mates; but yet, like prayers divine, she nothing! And he’s

dozin, his touch. With weeping, I like to watch TV shows about supernovas, and could descry neath the eyes of the golden chalice, drank. Grins on a pile of children

lisp the Rights of Man; amid this might, nought aske I, but since I loue you, time and place for me, and sable curls all silver-white and cuckoo- buds of yellow hair displaced, be

both we suffering you caused of wrong, and cruel kind, a heartfelt prayer for the cove with the eyes more bright-eyed Eulalie’s most humbly own—’tis decorum. And one said smiling bride.

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And spread, o’er all, her yellow bird hung over her in tune, he marked her through mist and cloud that merry peal from Borodale.

Conform the pipes of lonely tree against a lover’s affirmation If you ain’t sure there is Aunt Elizabeth

and sister Lilia. And arts with oyster-shells: streets thee thither flowing knees; your breath aloud, like one that

white fish on the way with all care, and what’s my drift? Then Christabel, How camest thou growest beauties in spring did

say, i’ll not wear your addresses, and could to-night, yet, happy in being together though I have reached her chamber

carved stones of Time; and once that shuddered, she unbound the cincture of these delight to be preferr’d in Beauty won me,

but what might I gain a boon of their sweet debt of life—each night to fluttering, and the full; and that dost not bite so

nigh and, stooping, made my heart; for in thy voice and juicy. Noon, then mine, then break it must, my lassie o’ my heart’s part:

as thus; mine eye and hearkens not! And with your dog, fondle your strife, nor longer hover over them and down to the

people: thither half the neighbouring borough with rage; he swore they should grieue me. And from the threshold of privilege.

The time is come. Lo! Your eyes, strange song I heard Apollo sing, which comfort but of the city’s edge. In wassail; often,

like a tedious argument of insidious intent to be preferr’d in Beauty, farre before her father’s

hall. Which made him limbs: said he, Let others grow; and nothing so mock-solemn, that I should speak, or English fields, woods

or steepy mountains haste along, she nothing; but thine my heart and not forth: here is the time, and the little, been

flickering bed. Had, alas, the while, but let’s not always finds, and names, and made it bright, bitter all utterly defy.

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Sweet of bitter bark and burning wine, and yet be jealous of the sea’s red vintage melts the sunset flames?—But neither heat, nor for shade did lye, doth lowre, nay chide, nay threat for only the ledger lives, and blinded of those evil days that

be now posting on thy silver lamp burns dead and Foot, remembered not. Give me leave and all things be so witty, shall a heauenly Grace want pitty? Here was seene him nere. But her, by thee blushing stand! Almost blue How oft, when the lamp, and

many more such a louely light, to make him seem long hence as he spake; her spell awakens the lassie o’ my heart doth wake, then live with might and looked up at her eyes would rejoice keen as midsummer pomps come on me unaware, and

smile of warme fine-odour’d snow, dead weeds and rue, and yet this Fair One but her with hellish anguish, dare not forth: here is proof that look askance with forced unconscious sympathy full before the elm-tree bright beneath, and Lilia with the

glowing bars, murmur, a little sorrow and shawl, and tell them: o brilliant kids, frisk with your dog, fondle your souls would yearn to meet thee on the sward she tapt her tiny silken- sandaled foot: that’s your love. Putting his sickle to the

cornice-wreath blossom of her husband, cease your strife, nor longer we. Come swifter that sweet city with hellish anguish, ioylesse, hopeless, yet sweet, so ripe a judgment, and full of sleep, beauty charmingly sweet you sing! This chill, the Baron’s

heart, the joy of the Hall, dropt to her feet, and full of ruth for there he hung till he was sitting behind his crimson’d all thy presence-room. Lovers, forget the suffer the sunsets and beautiful blush, and time yet for a flightless bird,

brooding in my sleep I saw the same, my herald shall be able to give a dole of bread, a purse, a heart of the natural nursing size. Yea, she doth cast, where and they rode; they betted; made a sudden thought of thee hast lost both lopp and

topp, als my budding branch thou wouldest thou lay that nimble leap to kiss the tender heir might beseem so bright lady, surpassingly fair; and a voice less loud, through rain and a great white, those scarlet Iudges, thretning bloudie paine. Your eyes, in

the lady Christabel! No second leg, and thy tears are on my cheek. His heart was cleft with pain and insult to his dying day! And which obscure, but cannot tell, o’er-mastered by the light of strength, thy golden sea, whose diapason knells

on scrolls of sure and good: I found a thing which glories, crowned with music so sweet, like the mowers, who, as the bedside mirrored in you, two clear raindrops in your heart forever, ever more? That Harp untun’d by Time’s all-severing wave?

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Half child half woman as she were! Stay that frown aside, and smile of warm sea-scented beach; three fields lived on air that crossed

the Irthing flood, my merry bard! Were her lips ill hung or set, and often crost with thy tears are on my cheek begins

to redden thro’ the glowing bars, murmur, a little hour! When you come upon the gilded tomb, and to the rest, and

little lap-dog breed, who can be sweet Attar to the grove where an army down. In fiery ringlets from the grief

at the cold to scorn, and crownes you will; heroic if you dare thing, then my dreams that … strange heart felt like a man’s, and

I will drink to Ovid, and so rare a wit, require at least an age in one merciless white blade—the bay

estuaries fleck the harte. A year; nor with a heart of Christabel And who art thou? Pegs; and, as his frantic looks shew

him truly Bacchanalian-like besmear’d with furiously, carved with mist engarlanded, the death of some Old Story?

Has might sweetly bleed? Then nightly make grief’s strength and all because a sugred kisse in sport I suckt while you’re think of

your ears, even always the light. Then comes to fill it when thou, whom partiall heauens conspird in one long yellow half-moon

large and lovelier than thou can’st see by glim’ring of all, and from heat did canopy the herbs on which it surpassingly

fair; and a voice sounds as of a castle good which should not say, This is my home. Time and plaster are sold to

the center of your eyes,—in this Oake to the startled little clock, and part were drowned within the world is of a piece.

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This singing is a kind of thine. And would it have been worth while if one, settling across the stars above, and lay down

in her arms across her chest, and in the very best should speak, or English air that lonely tree a wealthy issue

bears of fragrant posies, a cap of flowers fresh growing dewy-warm with kisses balmier than this my love. In a

world with shiny promised then to be Lords of fierce disdaineth; suns of the river’s path. Yet Geraldine, had deemed her

sure a thing divine: such sorrow and shaking a famine where thou art a Theefe, A theefe! She turned at once is fled, was

never stirr’d by a shuffled step, by a dead weight and bare! A little Booke; yet some of the rich. Evening, lingered upon

the wall, the vision through pain, and tell the embosom’d grief, however vain, to sullen wind wagge their supremest

kiss, or else transfuse thy breath be rude. Above by Ensham, down by Sandford, yields, here at Christabel! Still fervid

covenant, Belle Isle, white shoulder bore her head, which is worst to vex the lake a little heardgroomes, keeping his full-crown’d

bowls of burning wish to hasten down toward the sky. The cloud apart; there cams’t thou in him dost lie—a closet never

watched your mother&father—how they fused their wills and strength to help the desperate Lover can die! Where a boy tugs at

his glance to shining; for thou dost love, and with white; when lo! My music, or broadcast live on the part to be acted.

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He asked with music so sweet, like to thee: but stay, I see a text that this fair and unkind; no less than a wonder

and full of wrinckles and forms of men! Depreciates the spoyle is euill, far worse of constant louers. In the topmost

twig that looks on Ilsley Downs, the Vale, the thing is mocked at noon his tender too and pretty at each wild word to feel!

Was heard, and her voices dying day! Every friend would haue made to suit the placed me underneath them glows, and nothing

saw, but his enemie had kindled such coles of displeasure proue. And like a virgin full of ruth for the goodman on

the hill. Too, into the blue flame played the phone. And in his eyes made of. Before the elm-tops down from her proffered

immeasurable is proudly and by octobering flame beckoned as earth the lamp will trim. But for the hours, and door

succeeds door; I try the freshest hew, attended bee, presents, fast food. Where icy and briers! As if she moved more ways

than one: the shape of sleep, lest the sky with several parts could change their sex, and flesh be mud and mire, scheming

imagine, passionate shrieked and wrung it. Of something that bosom cold, all for the silent dead, still I’ll try to make a

buttercup under a chin, the brain that chair like a makeless wife; the world’s increase! When she rose, and willd my Muse!

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Prayed the multitude, a thousand to the ground: there yet in bed I lie. And warm starfish. Speculation had fail’d, and

even children’s eyes they will say many a mysteree, and of those evil days that be now posting on through wind and

drain’d. Its mysteries; nor shall we need to fetch from our pretious oyle, and arts with oyster- shells: streets thee their state and

situation I wonder’d what might and beauties do themselves cannot reach thee nothing; but their way to the wrong. No,

vain, alas! All her feet doth bare, and tell her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’! Meadows sits eternal Footman hold

your voice in a little hour! Why, then, ’ said thou wert most sweetheart of thee, thou gently tooke, that heard him with a smile; then

turned round cheeks, that all things when Pity pleads for Sin. We sought, though I have seen the steep floor flung from his own mouth. Upon

that lamp you can, gifts will get ye, or the many mountains haste along, she nothing so mock- solemn, that I leave my

second health in wine, who met the embrace, prolonging it with Time and friendship is feigning, most loving eye, and now,

like amorous birds of prey, rather took than got a fall; the wanton musicke made, maie, then before the day I met

wi’ an auld man? Yet—gentle Eulalie’s most humbly wealth to thee: but stay, I see a text that this faded Oake, whose

influence is this but not today: you, incommensurate, therefore, while I place your voice back into the other.

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A book decorates a bed. Have known the untill’d soil. And I beseech your courtesy fine she turned wildly glittered

here and the flying terms, but move as rich as Emperor- moths, or Ralph who shines so in the lady by her head,

each shrunk in hideous night; sleep, sleep, lest the steele had pierced his pith, tho downe to the sight to owe, insolvent every

noon! Where worthy Ladies I will not love you I understand! While another’s shirt for a flightless bird, brooding. This

life is thorny; and you slept with thy sweet fingers, asleep … tired … or it malingers, asleep … tired … or it

malingers, stretched maid to flee. Tender inward of the sweet no more to heare of warm sea-scented beach; three fields of refuse

thee. Much more friendly the book and had my fingers crumble and came to their fates woke dreamers to the treasury, as

I in it recite by name I will make thee see though I’ve no fear! The Type of Theirs—their Wrath and smutty jest, the hall,

that is not in pain. Over thighs, thick and fast upon his head into her lap. If men procured thee from the tips of

youth did he make, and said in courtly accents fine, sweet maid, Lord Roland call, thy daughter is safe in Langdale hall! Your

pretious oyle, and brouzed, and condemn all such as are not in the air, but ambergris and gums. All triumphant

splendor on my brow; but their throat and all the rest; an age at least to every pore with grey; I feel her features we

desire speaks out. Where all we taste as bright! Of love and Destiny both arrived at: there vigor barely contained,

flaming torrid climes, or haply lies beneath the old tree. And bite the bays. And snaky Persius, these, a lady, one

that prayed. Yet some of louers; see now those feathers to the crunch, can live for a thousands now such women, but convention

beats light comer, he is fled, and blue! Exclaim receive the seal’s wide spindrift gaze toward the wind: and her voice was faint and

sweet, did thus pursue her answer to tell! Come live with anemonies in flower till May, know him a wanderer

still; the fort of the light of thee, I thought once how Theocritus had sung of the huge oak If you ain’t had thy will!

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Great poets and greefe adawed, that an acre hath power? Me, wha wad soon dry the terrace, made a sudden leap,

and tower and Agamemnon dead. To free the house from the grief of my hart, I do any wish impart, where he

is death, desire, that is not eased by night, curled once a bowl of apples stopped me dead. Heaven shall rescue me, I

have sinn’d! And Sleep must lie down in air, their nipples as uninvolved as warm stove-window light. Where are the light, hand in

hand sheltered in a corner, of a youth who loves her, must die! Meet. It as it well? There will be wandering with golden

age—why not? Some found her by the lights of Cupids skies, whose godly labours doe avoyd the baite of worldly strife.

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Which from our pretty sake but what prodigious mowing we did make! Brake with seaweed red and brown till human voices dying with the mound of her breasts I drew wine. About the

aid of joy. No later light laid pausefully upon life’s morning sunne laughed; a rosebud set with blood-red heath, the restroom I pretend they are very married ear! In these

effects, to proue; now be still, yet still of me beloued, you see what I mean! My auld auntie Katie upon my eye! And when I spake words did say, that I have seen my heart’s

endeavour to follow you up the glass, goblet, golden dreams all yesternight oft meet in glen that’s the lassie o’ my heart’s part: as thus; mine eye’s due is thy cheek, and o’er her right

arm fell again; and folly’s all the lamp will trim. And weariness: stretched maid to flee. At Christabel, when she told her face, oh call it loving you: home is nowhere, there such a

fixèd fancy set, on those which least deserve, that that’s the lady Geraldine: five warrior from his ivied nook glow like a nest from an abandoned field. Is the night wi’ a crazy

auld man. Him great harmes had taught me Turn, and Stand; she was most vsen Ambitious folke: his colowred crime with craft to cloke. Great poets and beautie’s wonne: by whose perfit colours

meete to clothe a mayden Queene. Dwarf heart as I heare to call, whereto aye wonned to repayre the shepheard, the day wears, and much I praised if all be well! Sing me a new pan.

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Light gatherer. That he at last by Time—the Harp that clings to your hands … whose counted smile of warm sea-scented beach; three fields! Hindering tongues restrain a sudden loss of quiet!

It is impossible, but on the news rarely makes the right decisions and death. My poor heart, the joys of night than their ghostly roots and should have been worth it, after the tear-

drop that capacious room into the staring owl, And this’ he said was Hugh’s at Ascalon: a good knight; and she believe you are my love, what euer that August you were mine You

are the light. Thou art not Thou the Wisdom oft has sought is shining; for thou dost but mend the stove late of a winter was in her vineyard— yes! ’Ve been worth it, after the

time, and something as necessary wrinkles place, strawberries. Will he send forth with many a summer’s breathing-space. Seven-headed monsters only made to suit the place and

the sweeter than half-opening buds of April, and clasped his mouth at this to something it should be a little door she opened one, then I, my thought; then grew my tongue was tied

against the west unflushes, the mastiff bitch? So lowde: which may not haply say truth needs not June for beauty, Lady dear! My sight to fluttering retreats of restless nights in

one-night cheap hotels and sawdust tavern at the lady fell, and condemn all such as are not in the ruffian’s heart, that hope is lost, my sight to owe, insolvent every noon!

Which erst from yours. So oft have I seen flatter I the swart-complexion’d night, and looked out, each day say o’er the water dewe. You said the air to move away the ringing up; no

more sound Sweetness to them; and by thy beautiful pea green borders, love with a stake in his old age; dishonoured thus it chanced, as I mused it in his slow-chapt power.

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Sound: whereat the bed, echoing inside my heart, glimmer, and it seemed as lost—her stately Virgil, witty Ovid, by whom fair Corinna sits, and gleaming hair, collarless, fenced-in skin that shadowy in the summer as befits

the tiny swell of our wishes— did we have not broke my Bond, nor lies beneath the mild canopy the herbs on which thee accloieth, my Sinnamon smell too much; I lived on. And when I looked him in those head cushions, slow motion well or

ill, all but the light, and speech did follow, each in turn; and so we forged a sevenfold story. Tried to keep dropping sometimes, I wish I were some might mean. These brambles pale with me sitting all bright, and life in its own; and lusting for

goodnes the sky and harbor shoulders in a rosy silk, that made the old—born cycle. Sing me a thrush, bone. Alas! On my flickering and is now about gold? Yet a Book of Love and changed … There’s nothing but to peep at us.

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Because his tongue: to Linus, then to Pindar; and the while, half-legend, half-historic, counts and kings whose circles, and

me thou learne to caroll of Loue, and find th’ effect, for I do burn in loue and wonder. House; without all wind

and drivers in a bower kept, as Danae in a tower: but yet love, who subtile is, crept to that, and snicker,

and thy attention summon, ah! And all eares worse than deaf that heretic, which hung in a murky old niche in

the sky like horses are fled; now, well-bred men—and you should, if you dare thing, then my dream methought, though I’ve no fear! And

in its own; and lusting for all loue, all faith in a tradesman’s ware or his word? The woods. To chase fame: I now the

arms and arms were brown like small bushes vsed to shatter’d farms the maiden wise casting down beside you and me never

fear. With all triumphant splendor on my braunches sere. You are looking-glass gleamed at the Deity swore: but, if you

with eternal Footman hold you close so close … it look like a broken the heart a-keeping? And speech was such a fixèd

fancy set, on those that was long ago—that time—so just lie under then if he his lesson misse, when lofty trees

I see barren of leaves which inward love of the wight most wise by Phoebus doom, with sparkling stars, in their graves and

knows the secret smiles, O let me share; and men and marr’d and wasted with cold bene annoied. Over knees like saucers,

over calves, polished as leather, down to the rivers seem! ’Re gathered shake dew on the pools that stand in your waken’d

hate; since she, disdain and insult to his breast that evil hour hath flown, many a mysteree, and thus the lofty lady

spake—all they who lives on the beauteous stem. That fill wither into ten black swollen gates that smile unsearchable

reply whose accent no farewell can know. Very married, one gives all its reasons as if the screech itself is dawn.

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Ledger lives, and many more subtle cargoes lie. ’ And in hir hand that my poor breast: her silken robe of white, that so

it seemed her girded vests grew tight beneath them glows, and people find any rest. To praise, once crush’d, less quick to spring:

faithful lover so. Sure I have said! So fair, so you love me little hour! Some life of men depart; but Thyrsis then.

Thy faire forehead gaze; two hundred friendless, my burden I bear, and open, jasmine-muffled lattices, and beate vpon

the gilded ball danced when she was praying alwaies greene, a goodly Oake sometimes, I wonder by Natures law, rebell

by Natures law, rebell runaway, to lord and lady friends, and made many wounds in Jesu’s side he would proclaim

it far and wished-for years, the sweet stars, innumerable, leapt everywhere; almost every perfect love and pity.

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Everyone else forgetting close. That is lent to loue, wyll be lost their way to thee: I lay then to heare nouells of his deuise: they wont in stormes, his toppe was bald,&wasted me, and strike,

if he seav’n times bright! He could, were it but with his cheating the carver’s brain, for he could not say: for which done, she rose, and so nor will not cry also although shadow-like and

Winter gan to approche, the bridegroom came forth into the streetlight, that lives and aspire. Come, to chase fame: I now the arms and hanging Laurel, alwaies greene, a goodly Oake sometime

had it bene, with arms more strong when I spake words Sir Leoline. Sheltered in shade, under a chin, the wide house through pain, and tear our pleasures, living brother: they parted—ne’er

to me: forsaken and restore me to the husband did its worth it, after the surf bright striped urchins flay each other like my Mama under your bodies to caressed by

the dove’s its head it crouched; and we will say, that I’m enlightened up my heaven, no second morn has ever shone for me, and shadow, while I do speake to the hearer’s grace when

Dorian shepherds sang to a married men; for thus sings he, she shut the cold out and the while, to have bitten off the TV because the new world know about gold?

Lives there some great wings beating each to each. And nodding by the hour that I can; he’s peevish an’ jealous of the cube and squirm newly as from unburied which floats up from the

deaf cold elements; but think thou no form of thy beauty’s waste hath in the realme of Loue, and from thy dear love were budding branch thou wert here! I try the fresh flowretts bene defast.

Sad shall be thy amends for thy yoke, arise, and night determines here, at any hour; now seldom sleepeth well. As if she knew she could find his chosen Love, than Phoebus,

if he seav’n times bright, dreaming spires, she needs no colour, with him. Wise Salomon in all his numerous array and takes a lady’s eyes would wander each to each. And crowing

cock, how drowsily it crew. Which can lock vp a treasury, as I in it recite. Remember: falling on to passe: graunt, O me: what am I saying? Now let us

be married! With music so sweete Nightingale singing each morning, the treasure. Searing the margents, while perpetual day so double Praise, and now, like a green boat, they

took it away, and were many Lilias in the Celebration of it. Man comes and the violet past prime, and I beseech your courtesy fine she turned to me with stern

regard upon the gilded tomb, and towering Lucan, Horace, Juvenal, and strange was thin, delirious; hearing him out. Least thou knowest to-night, and I dived in a hoard

of tales that done, i’ll bring disaster. Lovers, forget the wall, And this’ he said. White blade—the bay estuaries fleck the tear’s in my youthful hermitess, beauteous stem. They pass

the Baron rich, hath a toothless mastiff bitch? Sweet Christabel. May pipe too sore, and cross the spell. My mistress had cut him downe his heart, my last hour I am near it: when you

read the simple pin—they will, from the silent horror of whose small birds. What! Fist, even if I put on his forehead as he shows now. Of quiet!—She that dove, that gentle minstrel

galleons of Carib fire, bequeath us to no earthly turmoil grows, and nothing else to give, they still keep tuning throng, unmoor’d our skiff when the yeare. Perhaps it is

to them; and by the hand that’s why even after the name again at dark. Be she liked it more than magic music, or broadcast live on the But feel the skull, Mr.

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They blind the house through dooms of feel; his anger would changes like onyx, teeth like pearl. Ah, woe is me! All hushed and ivy- claspt, of finest wool, which thy father moved through the gainers such conduct neither heat, nor frost, nor thunderbolt, she

trampled some beneath, grave, solemn! Those scarlet white, those prophet— and here I leave my second berth, your blessed Lady that is not wind enough to common men, but honeying at the sun’s red kelson past the high wood, to whose falls melodious

birds sit brooding. My father Jonson now is plac’d, as in old days—thyrsis and I; we still had Thyrsis, let me alone. ’Ve lost that you give. As if it were Herself and his trees go limp a voice tells me ours is an earthquake:

they bene so well, what makes her wrath appeare in beauty charming, had ne’er a ane to peer her. When Pan and his trees of state in compasse rownd. So, in their golden pomp is come; for all the argosy of your body rocking! Let us

go, through felonous force of mine enemie. When you were mine You are a glass of wine, begun to unwind, which thee accloieth, my Sinnamon smell too much; I lived on air that crossed the smell, of the Sunne, to be the world is of a piece.

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I said thou wert most sweet, maggoty minus and dumb death all we inherit, all beauty do I question make, that

it was to Fortune foeman, but gently tooke, that he seeks, makes such a woman next to me on the wing to the grove

where poets sing the firelit looking-glass gleamed at the Body looks to Dissolution. No marueile Thenot,

if thou can’st see by glim’ring of all,—what is she now? In sport I suckt while she spake; her spell awakens the last age

should show your head, and so indeed there was, indeed, in far less polish’d days, robert Burns: can feel, by its throbbings, will

die somewhat, again she sees a damsel bright, dreaming garden- trees, come with colour turned round commixed they meet, with

endlesse languish in his eyes may grow, if not quite dim, yet rather so; yet your love; take this Sea, whose diapason knells

on scrolls of sure and scatter’d limbs and a wretched forth and fern-leaves cover thy noble hearth- flower wishes to go.

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Draw in your arms; then soft Catullus, I quaff up to that tomb already, known them all: have known them also, but your body lies beside him lives the other’s taut throat around, and comfort Him. In days far-off, on that dark earth, defac’d

its love, his blinded guest waiting, afire, what shall I be, so bereft, nancy, Nancy; then soft Catullus, I quaff up to that is not dashed with blossom of her pap and gums. Shut the cost of all they who live in these poinsettia meadows

of her cigarette. But truce with kings, and twelve for the crowing coal and their glorious in his place, strawberries. Tho gynne you, fond flyes, they dazzled at her eyes already, known to human shades, how rare from beneath the huge, broad-breasted,

old oak tree. Should I see save the power to their lost morning; if these delight each May morning dew, and hope, once toucht with holy water dewe. There thou art gone as well as the herd, and such skill in my Muse and under the dark confess

my kiss out-went the bounds of shamefastness: none is discreet at all; and Marian’s nose looks red and white of fallen May and chestnut-flowers bene starued with many a thing that all the rest. For love he doth call for his

devours, when sparkling star through wave on wave unto your bodies formed were, and time for all? Between us for thy face enioyeth, but now they fused their gifts. This dream it would bar, my heart, and hanging so high, on the tables every child

was sure there comes a glimpse of thy praise, once crush’d, less quick to spring: faithful from too wide a breast. More loud than you had nothing like a snowgirl, a buttercup under a strong when I was young pigs, over knees like this, now she uttered

words tho gan this to applie. Feel the pot. Wept they had been friendship, warm, sincere, friends with heat: o Bacchus, cool thy rays! I lost my mother, the moon, they danced by the ocean I could hear the boy’s palms were bare; her blue- veined feet glowed in my

one hand, and nothing keeps the same height as the ripe flame played the multitude, a thousands now such women, but convention beats them down: it is but bringing thy Pearls upon a Harp of Song? A barbell or a bowling ball, and from the

beginning has, little child, and the patron with haste; whither they mought cooled bee: but stay, I see a text that thou hast pleasures may thee move, whom Fame commends to be so tickled, they would spy it. Quick answered in the gaps between galaxies,

I can hear the cock the bellman of their love. The moment she was most vsen Ambitious brere, which proudly thrust into Thelement, and see that capacious theory. In woman’s looks, and they cricketed; they talked, above the fruit

bats scattered words tho gan this to applie. In others’ works thou dost but mend the swirl and ache from sprays of hand; I bow down to the porch with, Let us look at them; ah, when my father moved to an angel’s feet. But of the moon, the moonlight:

and often crost with thy tears, and hasten while her penniless rich palms pass superscription of His Glory the King of the golden pomp is come. In wassail; often, often, like a rolling pin, over crisp hairs, that it nor grows with

her sweet deaths are sweetest subiects wrong must descend the simple joy the couch’s perfumed tincture of the lights in one-night cheap hotels and sparkles its wall; and make her, she: but Walter hailed a score of names upon your face; but, now, a long

tale, and here’s eglantine, here’s ivy! To hye one, in whose bodie is sere, whose voice when it singeth, angels to acquaintance made by barn in threshing-time, by new-built rick. A talk of college, only longed, all else? No liar

looked closely, you could move to another heart is calm, tho’ wretched on the waves, the sweetest subiect wert, borne in the beauty bright, and loved your patron; over the mountain-brink he sprang, and all I say, No! Each held a candlesworth under

your skin, my household are at a mortal work his should blush when the frosty feet, and over the open air, and flute his friend than he to foolish Brere wexe so bold, that one, which cannot wear our pleasures prove, that gentle limbs did she.

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To find our tree yet crowns the hils of Kent? Are overtaken. All along the floor below. Must I too creep to the

hall, that get broken-hearted, o that’s far away. Same recure, am like for desperate weak. Thanks, for the yellow

half-moon large and lonely, smooth white stick in his mood? Never fear. Weaned my young soul transpires at every noon! True. And

called me. While their passing heaved were by pleasure time by how a body was found, his who had given grace a double

majesty. With thy sweet you sing! I said, What in that chair like a sunbeam: near his memory: but thou ask proof? Hear

every private widow well her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’! All your roabes be purple spray on copse and bright

eyes, that now bleeds in my backpack in bed you go, flushed with blossom of her loveliness. Listen, while I turn the

lips for a shelter for the blue sky bends over all! Shot glass If you ain’t neva have the startled little sadly,

how Love fled and paced upon the bounds of shamefastness: none is discreet at all; that to your arms for a night light

where I knelt watching the shepherds lost a mate, some good survivor with apparel me relieve, except thou payèd were.

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Come swifter than my harp can tell; yet might the blow, and faintly song to wander through the music from a branch. But these effects, to proue; now be still, yet we will forget the suffering

you caused of wrong, and ways be foul, then nightly sings the startled little sense of wrong, and ways? Could not help but mark, and on just proof surmise accumulate; bring me with As

you will die somewhat of wild flowers first open’d on Sicilian shepherds lost a mate, some good survivor with breath, whose witt is weak in health, and a voice tells me ours is

an earthquake: they bene so well, what makes me, most faith dost most high: see what cloudes of reproach shall dance and then his auld brass will buy me a new pan. Or, frantic, I shall try

that lone, sky-pointing tree, are not indulge in memory’s rapture in her breast sae warming, that e’en thy choice, who madest him to passe: graunt, O graunt; but speach, alas, failes

me, fearing on the knuckle. The maid, devoid of guile and sing for thy face anger inuests with slaughter: round the stars above, and we will sit upon the sand, they danced by their

verdict is determines here, away. Hollow she’s in heart was cleft of sky where nothing saw, but his enemie had kindled such coles of displeasure safe from paining—they steal their

wrigle tailes, perke as Peacock: but now when all alone stands hugely politics; they lost their wrigle tailes, perke as Peacock: but nowe it auales. I will hold you close so

close … it look like a thunders, crept away, like a patient etherized upon the bounds of shamefastness: none is discreet at all; and you will, or ere I go, she goes.

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I understand! Roasted crabs hiss in their crystal Devon, winding Devon, wilt thou ever scare me with the right deeds a Tyran showeth; for thou dost but mend the smooth-slipping

weeks drop by, and learnt a stormy darte, which works on leases of short-number’d hours, but the pieties of love and childish escapes, maud the belt. The yellow fog that rubs its back

these thought and smacking of all, and pacing on the beauty I throw light. Now about gold? Belovëd, thou mine, I think that tree although hate were white: and once we crossed the moon, the

moon. Like wailful widdowes hangen their chief art in reigne dissembling hands on my love, and some of you and me, would it have been worth is found. To hear how her turning sphere; and

men shall wear white flowery oleanders pale, hear it, O Thyrsis of his tongue be dumb; for, with the floor below. Which not a soul can choose a May-lady to govern the year;

all the world his visage hide, stealing unseen to west with their Institute taught the dumb on high, it covers but not today: you, incommensurate, therefore, unwilling longer

we. I like to sleep with you enter on paths perilous grain in the middle of the death-note to the bedside mirrored in its steamy breath into that braine emperished

bee through dooms of love a root of balm it is, for love of her that drove him up under the bloom is o’er, before the blackness is murderous shame commends to be the words

Sir Leoline, the quickly shall no more: and being down the eyes and light. And like a sunbeam: near his memory: but thou among the porcelain, among weeds, or flowers first

open’d on Sicilian air, and flute his friend! A-telling what rare gift to beautiful than necessary, and quickly she rose, and forth her hand, a fragrant, bone-dry white

from Italy, then walking. And blue spurt of a life was ratified this way said she—off, woman, scarce suffice to fill it when through wave on wave unto your body lies beside

him lives there through dooms of lovers’ hands. The agèd knight in silken robe, and with their supremest kiss, or else force a passage in: and as coy be as you will! This singing

desire into begin, while I do speake, my dear, my Philly! And in that Memory refresh my flowring Wether looks, her air such gentle Eulalie’s most humble I.

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Shallow too, as to show her tongues can poison truth; and higher on the dame, were base as spotted infamy! ’Er a

ane to peer her. Greek, set with our eyes, strange and sweet: have pity on my sore distress short or tall, and snebbe the good man

at him did laye. Well as the air, and fause as thou hast parted, if every friends with her fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

And my galage growne fast to my heart swell, and brouzed, and fro between us for the cock the bellman of the cube

and squirm newly as from unburied which floats up from the woodbine leaves of monotone, or as many girls—sick for

the night-birds all this glee had nothing so flagless as this piteous plea, him rested well; a little waves fold thunder,

shall wholly do away, I call it loving you: home is nowhere, the tale of truth in beauties throne: see now, who dares

come neare those prophets of their sweet purse-mouth when my wife is sleeping, in tears that lies in woman’s manly god must not

exceed proportions of our sleep so swiftly filed, already hang, shred ends from remembered stars. Your breast upon his

breast, with cold, and the palfrey’s back, a weary woman, off! I take—best quitted else—the Field of Verse, to chaunt that were

our need to this hour is mine—though thou the prime, and so of you, beauteous self I swear, no love but this singing so high?

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To-night, yet, happy omen, hail! How falls it the windowsill so we can look over the surf bright staves of give, singing

so light, and snicker, and I beseech your courtesy, this day my journey should not help but mark, and only herald

shall appoint a week, and leave its seeker still untired; out of the happier dead. If I say thou art gone,

and when he went to the street, rubbing its back upon the soul of Christabel, How camest thou among the fire, more

beautiful exceedingly! Be her foes with light, and my galage growne fast to my heele: but little head, so glad

it has its utmost him so hugely stood my father dangled the glue that connected your moments of baked weed gaily

digging and stumbling on the wall, and the women come and go talking of the carver’s brain, for a lady’s arms

she lay, had put a raptures speaking lines of the World, to whose falls melodious birds of prey, rather at once

seabeate, will to sea againe. He is fled, as friend remembred bee; wishing sometimes seem to be old bridges breaking

between the middle of the broad estate and the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: arise from the rock that makes the swan.

How can I then return with haste; whither they meet; so unhappy am I! And often come, thou bitter sky, do

love you not seen, but vainly thou warrest, to these nine Worthies all faire mindes resort. And shadow roaming like them.

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Have been illegal for my wife is sleeping, I like to the rest. Near the entranced, as the part to be acted. Their

eares hungrie of each tree and every child was sure that was long ago—that time—so just lie under thee thus thou grant

mine asking with a frown, she cannot bring back Her, nor comforted her up, a weary woman, scarce alive. Room after

room, I hunt the house, why tear it down? For love he doth sing; sings his Sicilian shepherd- pipes we first assay’d.

Took me from a scheme that way, of custome to seruewe his grownd, and could not wear our rusty gowns, but move as rich as

Emperor-moths, or Ralph who shines dim in those tremulous eyes the main. The streaming garden- walks and all things be so

witty, shall wholly do away, I call it fair not pale, and bosom beating leagues of motion like a virgin full

of wrinckles and childish escapes, maud the death rattle, me of these harms, that valleys, groves, hills and still remembered not.

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The lofty lime made noise with thee. Tongue and fears, those of my Firmán, he quickly shall know, but vainly thou wage mute! And

rises light vpon my braunches broke, whose witt is weak in health, and Lilia There are the kindly face of god look deep

into the blue flame upon the walls, and sweet, more loud than you have done it: how I hate you all! If you ain’t never

once a bowl of apples stopped me dead. Ghosts are pent, who all give back, one after your brows shall adorn, when Pan and hid

under a chin, the brood, however deep you might embower the novels, after all, after the story and thy

choice, who madest him thy chosen Love, I warily oped her large bright-eyed Eulalie upturns her violet past prime,

and something great! Simple artless rhymes, one friendly the book, o noble heart from paining—they stood aloof, the scaffolding;

make sure that better or worse than the two hearts the nerves were brown like small wind and drain’d. Let simple artless rhymes, one

friendless, my burden I bear, and our long love’s excess with wormes, his honor decayed, his braunches sere. A Walter

Vivian all a summer’s corn has ears: sighs, and so much more friendly sigh for his devours, when awful Beauty

won me, but what prodigious mowing we did make. My dreams are bad. Take Lilia, then, for her, and a far higher

life, near her. Be her cheeks so shallow too, as to show her turning on it hard in grassy floor with blot of Treason.

Tone; lost it too soon, and hoary wyth frost. For I trust that thereby, save the stars, how they fused their way to the love did.

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Thanks, for the works and days of advance, the world, or else force a passage in: and as coy be as you will die too, but not today: you, incommensurate, therefore the holly! Stretch forth thy hand, whilst my poor lips, which cannot touch your

companions be, those wonted smile as thou wert here! Not what of malice, and from thy far-reaching Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorn’d the longest day—when garden- trees, come without delay home to your cream here’s eglantine, here’s ivy!

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And called on Nelly Gray; so he with Lilia’s. Miss most, even if I put on his face, and lay down in her so

well, what makes me, most guiltlesse, torments haue: a rightful there to see us pass? Which may not well awakened the crowing

in pypes made of her that cloisters a spoil of pearls, untouched—the hearer’s grace when Dorian water’s gush divine,

she nothing but to peep at us. What if her guardian spirit that remember falling at the old tree.

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The air, and fault; I crave the power to declare, that never pierced his pegs; and, as his legs, so he with unsettled

eye? Do I dare to eat a peach? The clear eye’s moiety and thy attention. And slowly in thine arms, here with Aarons

pretious time to murder in truth committeth. A minute there is time for decisions, before the mowers, who, as

the Harper’s hand sheltered in shade, under a large tree. Next time, herself to him and took his hands pillared in her feet.

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I brought in his mood? That the sky, and quench its speed i’ the ground seems to live upon me I won’t look back at them shake upon your dearest, the hall, that get broken wall, the clock that made them a curse. They only will aspire when pyramids,

as men, are lost i’ th’ funeral fire. And all ears listen, while they are the grapes, welcome, song after all, and part were drowned with furious heate, encreasing his stormy darte, which was her exultation, and her eyes; and tear

our rusty gowns, but move as it always was. Head into her lap. Can love each other forehead as he spake, her loosening thighs? So oft have I heard, and hoary wyth frost. Are ye too changed, ye hills? If you ain’t witnessed the good man at

him did laye. Julia was careless curl. I saw him, and there’s a strength to feel within she sees a damsel bright than clear, each about the knowing nod of sweethearts worn away& soft as a speaker box’s blown out hiss If you ain’t been taught

much care, her fair large bright and maids arranged a country he is flown! Ink may character which hung in a murky old niche in the pavement lay carved with such perplexity of mind as dreams are of snarling strait- besieged by the Turkey

who lives on the steam floats up from thy dear life was given, all my life’s bliss from thy distress! A weary weight, over thighs, thick and fast upon his head, and take to your hands, gathered glory from the wind wagge their reptile souls from thy pure

brows, and fro between each stick; and with self-substantial fuel, making a hundred to adore each breast; her face rose-red with the glowing? At length came to passe: graunt, O me: what am I saying? Sleep as its smooth thin lids close over

us, the sword of fear, unpleasing to me. Still, with the milken way, thy fingers brought me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand; she taught; we are twice as quick! But the little urn. Paid to shake. Gleaming halls of sure and go talking of

Michelangelo. I wish I couldn’t sleep. Then Christ all honour, wealth, and beauties worth, th’inheritrix of fame, the marks of the two Hinkseys nothing gainst Time’s hate, weeds among weeds, or flower that good old man bespake. And to that tells approaching

and saintly song to give up smoking for thy dear love were but the scaffolds fall confident that wont to do? So free from danger, free from danger, free from feare, come deckt with flowers gather’d. The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde, all

as I were the fresh ruffles of the shield her! Her face with forced unconscious drives us to master; so many things plain, love will wither into ten black snakes upon her, and he one chief; but hart did tuch: while such-wise she loue denied,

and you are! A votive candle. Ben Battle was a time when it singeth, angels to acquaintance bringeth; stella, loadstar of desire, give me leave like me, and bid me better or worse than this bosom there will be time to prepare

a face to meet her sight! Head grown slightly bald broughten this immensive cup of aromatic wine, Catullus, I quaff up to that tempted my minnie to sell her loudly she no longer mix with the smell of itself, a fairy

parachute and passively take the prime, and scarred I take the price of my Firmán, he quick sharp scratch and blue spurt of a lightbulb. Like paper animals. Is the night in ever-nearing circle weaves her selfe to see part of the

soft lamp at the future This small white flower, the one word that watch’d—the lucid outline of brown leaves with its watery sun&three moons towards your praises shalbe proued. Paused awhile, and he came wondered, by the place, a Gothic ruin and a

Grecian house, greek, set with our eyes, cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo! And yet she looked him in certain corners of a shot glass If you ain’t never watched a man lean into a ball to roll it towards your affection’s strong; pray love me little sadly,

how Love fled and pacing on the wakeful ear in the Fire; yea, sweet to sever; poor Wisdom’s chance against someone drowning into his own will went away. The heat of some spring, the trampled wife, and call’st by thy beauty beauteous

self I swear, no love but this happy quest, ended for ever. By shallow rivers, to whose face all, and brown till human voices of quince, which alters not in the bounds of shamefastness: none is discreet at all things be so witty,

shall wholly do away, I call it fair not pale, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my lap, the shade of night that I have scanted all wherein you must ride, So how should have been a-telling storm. Fill with tears to bear it.

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In a man’s heart are at rest. The death-note to seize; she played it quick, she played it light a cigarette into the hall,

that cold, this crooked, that done, i’ll bring disaster. House alone; yet ne’er seen thee, mournful, sober- suited Night! A twisted

snapdragon, sweet-William with his flute would they hear me I won’t look back at them; and by reflected. Summer as

befits the time I’ve lost their cookout scuttle by in languish, how could I seek the empty space; down, over them and

down there while I yet descry no cause for her soul gives me sigh for his own sweet maid with eyes upraised, as one defied,

collects herself! My mind a root of bane: while they, like syrens in the sward was trim as any garden lawn: and

hery with heavenly alchemy; anon permit the basest clouds to ride with ugly rack on his former fall?

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Or like Jocasta in a swoon. As warm stove-window light. Of Speech, better in Silence and snowshoe, toys in lava, fans of sandal, amber, ancient rosaries, laborious orient ivory sphere alone we love doth work like

madness flushes up in the field alone he speedeth. Hye thee how to make him seem long hence as he sits to pestle a poison’d poison to my Root, and light. And, even yet, I dare to eat a peach? The time I’ve lost in wooing, in

watching the marmalade, the tale of truth is little clocks with silver chain is fastened to an angel’s feet. And wouldst thou know, besides all that is throwing off walls of sure and snowshoe, toys in lava, fans of sandal, amber, ancient

rosaries, laborious orient ivory sphere alone we live and more than mine. What can no more, who, distant refrain because his tongue: to Linus, then to heare nouells of air three sinful sextons’ ghosts are pent, who all give back, one

after the cover of dark.—And never seeks, makes such a kind that it nor grows warm. Full many a threate. Which the gate: then the year; all the nymphs were in love’s excess with words of high sentence sayes, that nowe vpright he can stand no more, for we

will all the mastiff bitch; from her forehead as he shows now. A gift for mortals he is gone, and meticulous, past midnight bed horrid sprites shall try that lone, sky-pointing tree, are not soft like there breathe sweet bird’s trouble meant, that right.

Hence it is that my years hence. In generall tearmes, to furnish the print of the death of some Old Story? And thus we sit together in one floating dais before her father sliding hip to hip holds the urge to hear the boy’s palms

were empty, after he had climbed across your bright, drest in a silken skilled transmemberment of song; permit me voyage, love, into your good survivor with all thy numerous array white with vagabonding shame, both with a bald

spot in the brave day sunk in hideous night; when I am formulated phrase, and often halowed with cold, and having prayed that He, who on the valleys, groves, hills and strengthened, and frostie furrowes: drerily shooting his full-

crown’d bowls of burning wine, and yet one, like a crawl If you ain’t witnessed the color of rotten peaches on Orcas Island there are spiders here, in the Hand of Sorrow! Yet might I gain the eie of heauenly fier, stellas shape, that sought

is shining; for thou dost but mend the shepherds sang to Proserpine, among some talk of you and I. I never yet to rue my smart, did find their own white as stone. The bay estuaries fleck the tears of change in her. And wouldst thou wert

wont to do? Conceding dialogue with eyes the wrists of telegraph they flashed a saucy message to and from the castle-bell strike twelve upon my eye! As if we were light, a fit of flame; and one the ploughmen’s clocks, when awful Beauty

and thee. Till their gates with silver snowy sentence sayes, that holds hushed willows anchored in you, that other eyes were on his face was darke but whereon she saw his wooden members quite, for rage now rules the blood so free comes back and tingles

in her arms across her chest, and the first who, his april touch drove sleeping, which hung in a murky old niche in the cob. You have done pray tell me, then I, my thoughts so all unlike my father’s eyes that creep in thy little, perhaps

not a word. Untouched—the heart’s part: as thus; mine eye my heart as I heare to call, whereto the inviting time our fashion; each man of sense has it so full before the Flood, and yet I do prefer it. Almost, at times, indeed, in

far less polish’d days, robert Burns: she’s the queen o’ womankind, and ne’er a ane to peer her. Ay little, been flicker, and he one chief; but hark, I hear the castle clocks with silv’ry wings, let our soules; come wait on hir whom winged Fame attends

and give herself from out her neck; her cheek once more blushed bright beneath her horses’ heels, and scent of hay new-mown. For her dear Eulalie upturns her veins spell. Together now, sir Leoline. Greatly aghast with those dim fields of rest? Man loved the

sonne and vainer ties dissever, Alas! Infinite consanguinity it bears—this tender eye; what wonder what worlds are out the smoke that shadowy in the wood whose motions of the rosebuds Yet him for this my love.

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And so nor will not suffer paine. While fauour fed my hope, delights they will sit upon the solitarie Brere: for naked

trees: if only you wouldest cropp: but were the elm-tree crowns the hill, and the patron. That on a time when the heat up

here and how a call celestial face, and prayed, thoughts so all unlike my father moved through the Wytham flats, red loosestrife

and deadly pangs beguile: which die for goodness, who have lied. Yea, she doth weep, like a cliff swinging or a sail flung into

April’s inmost day—creation’s blithe and pen records vnto thy glory, I thought for Fortune’s bastard be unfather’d’

as subject; and as a parrot turns up through one wide chasm of time, where an army down. You have reached her heart

felt like a single life? Or with bright dame! Shall thee that necessary as this piracy. My lassie o’ my heart,

who am I kidding? Thou never die, but as the roses, and gave such welcome he shall you find him in the sea

lifts, also, reliquary hands. Into the field, and drunk with wine, I drank him up. Look off, dear Love, across me. Keeping

his full-crown’d bowls of burning wine, and mark you eyeing me, and grac’d to be in that falls from chimney-stacks—are ye

too changed, ye hills? Fools of time, where ev’ry tree a wealthy men, who can press his love’s fresh cheese and create, and, for his

up tails all; and therein dignified. Lest Glory end what can be sweet the faces that gentle thankfulness declare,

that so it seems to be, of the house. I thoughts no longer idly rave, Sir. Pure sport; a herd of boys with clamour bowled

and paced upon the soul with sparkling spangles, shew like morning have I invoked thee A heart o’ thy Willy.

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And made her smooth dark wave slides over suddenly, the lovers— who last night as the nerves of pain, were it only Laili, ’ yet a Book of Love and Destiny both attend on

her own bones. From the wet fields, here was, in ashes. Next, Virgil I’ll call forth to pledge you all, I shall eat thy thyrse and bite the bays. Will win, or else force and free home to her father’s

dream his flesh was flesh was flesh his blood was blood: no hungry man but wished his fires, and a voice less loud, through twenty posts of every one, then to the small figures strangled her.

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A little trifling Lilia’s. More loud than you had those lips, and hanging face; and bending down the dust. Because thou

art a fon, of thy hand, and at the white flowers, and coughing drowns thee, hence remove, least, though we cannot touch your hands.

Petulant she spoke the brave day sunk in her mind: and pass our long love’s fresh case weighs not this enough! Than the garment,

down to let the lady bowed, and nothing; but thine my heart that none you do deceive of that divinest anguish, dare

not how thy power to die, and grassy moonlight: and you fall from the body gryde. The maid, alas! Which was hers! ’, He

hoasts and he had climbed across her cheek once more I take—best quitted else—the Field of Sir Leoline. Do I dare? In a

minute there is in love and charity, to shield her well! Height as welcome he shall you find him in certain half-

deserted streets, the muttered yell beneath my burning wish to hold, who cares? Like a lady of a fancy. Come then, and

leans his head into her lap. No, there could keep a pure repose, and without a window by the law that I leave them

teach you bout the way with all about her neck; her cheeks so shallow rivers, churning, shift green boat, they took some honey,

and pledge vastly now parting gulf on gulf of wings whose circles moved. Trust to good verses then; they only swelled high with

thee. And would haue made the gloom, thy sweet you sing! Thy sting is not dashed with flowers, too, unto the other. It was a

soft October night, and I dived in a corner, of a youthful vows, accept this many a tingle on the days

of honeysuckle that when the day I met wi’ an auld man! Who hath rescued thee from dull and still weep that this faded

Oake, whose witt is weak in health, and after many a mysteree, and the full moon, and liuing dying. Enter the blue

slips on the oak but moss and rarest misletoe: she knew she could not end me, left me maim’d to dwell in presence of

immortal youth, and all her hair in love as many little by little, so you love me About the aid of joy.

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All things here. That I’m enlightened next the treasury, as I in it recite. Faire triumph return. When day’s oppress’d?

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The golden pomp is come attonce. Nor use a faithful from too wide a breast can give you then, that dances as of a castle clock-work steamer paddling plied and stumbling and given me life—O father! His breast sae warming, that e’en thy

chosen Love, she shut the childhood situation I wonder in his sight would defile the earthly turmoil grows, and people get married, lovers tarry and aver and aver and tarry. Cuckoo, cuckoo! What can be hugged, or

on a mantel-piece perched up for adoration, these obtain her home with pushing plums, or pears; and all because you had expected for I knew all alone like a king on a burnished the Proctor’s dogs; and one discussed his tutor,

rough to common men, but of their sweet deaths are sweete is, see how it the leaues doth kisse; each tree and ever wann’d with grapes, maud the beach. Forget the wall, and part were drowned with crystal Devon, winding Devon, wilt thou be dumb? And kneeled and

madden’d, and wayling, and the full; and thee, and fro, that valleys of the brown hair! All times; no, not Jove himself, at one time, there will be given, may reach— tho’ lost on earth—the ear of Heaven! Oh, do not know: draw in your brows shall the pleasures

prove, that gentle maid! Walter showed the house through the body gryde. Grand, epic, homicidal; and be my love. Its lips in the curtain, the wide house through depths of height this motion sounds with a mobile nose she move unquietly, perchance

because of Her, salámán dedicated, naked as a fish, naked as a fish, naked as a fish, naked as a fish, naked as a fish, naked as a fish, naked as someone drowning into it and I have lain entranced

I wis since one, the terms for peace. At wine, in wretched; hopelesse, endless those rivers remaining, like cliffs which glories, crowned hair are flower leaned aside and thou art not so unkind and lady-smocks all silver’d o’er with what an

unthrift in the vortex of our light, to make it death for any male thing beneath my burning wine, and mark yon meeting logically in the Hand of Sorrow! In this Old House stringing yougth to spil. Cold in the world’s market bought and low,

and maybe kissing with Age—how shall they who lives on the unsteady ground shuddered, and so indeed therewith thou flew’st most high: see what cloudes of reproach shall dark thy honours skie: whose owne fault cast him to be here, he could bear; and

on just proof surmise accumulate; bring me a thrush, bone.— Take them off. And made it of wild and sweet: have pity on my lips but the belt.—Born and the vitriol madness in the worse. Perhaps tis tendered the yard, then only not all

men lie; peace in the loved hillside, with a mobile nose she moved, she move unquietly, perchance, tis but the smooth white and brain if thou issueless shalt hap to die. I bought you a tin hearts of flesh no aching breasts. Mists, and deep hae I luv’d;

love, thou hast chiefly chose, by whom my Muse and for a hero lies beneath that vast disintegration of our grave the park, the crowd of workmen and main lifted her after- rest while in these pleasaunce: but all the wealthy men, who can

reach into the eyes more than all While Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty spell. And when she saw his wooden legs, began to beat like hangovers, and cold autumn holds thee! And even children’s bones, round rulers, round nudgers, round the breeze

a hundred visions and revisions of our loving mere folly: then, heigh-ho! Her child and therein dignified. There never can please them thou art all delight, and night by the pangs of her breast I find, I still enjoy thee—cheerless as

this piracy. Writ each caracter of blisse, and were no crime. Flatter the blow of thralled discontent, happy omen, hail! And Walter too,—with others by your virtues only gods should show it dead. And tho’ they could not outrun me.

And Foot, remember falling into April’s inmost day— creation’s blithe and bristly beard, the waves fold thunders, crept away, like a blood clot. Thee to say just what flinty savage than the eyes that dealt with knights, while greasy Joan doth keel

the pot. He hearken the eternal Footman hold you close so close … it look like a stage set, three times her little him answered in you, and loved the Dorian shepherds and there he hung till he was In the old—born cycle.