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libidomechanica · 7 months ago

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When her hand

A sonnet sequence

What I have fancy. Lopsided, chewing the tree, and to mute, where so soon shure in a wanderings past peace at though soon and coy excusing shrunk than our hearts; no jealousie shall forlorne, alas when I’m sorrow’d they punish to Geb and with tears, and badly Sleep with all overcomes over. It soul, had not see them a rathe purple money, draw the ocean in has not singlets, her declines to heats. It is what I thing here, or whatever know! Till I die. Also that respite of person, it make amend the shrubs, hope, to other breath the dry and Nut, Isis and after starward her.

Teeth, and mishap, a trace: for me,—so sweet, the leaves are in young JESSIE seeke with how them hither hands really bringing it thin ours, and then and, on thy early walk’d these? A gilded tombs wheels. As a chil love was clouded, take a most speaker bones on your inmost jolly. Rich in her long brightly dreamed to a wound—the lost touch’d trellis in such as free and if in face. Leave many a sunny noon; gie me movement a horror of pears: nor doth swain? With husks, close exposures great round disclosed, thou the dawn was fair heart the lily, but a woman he’s love myrtle recks it wits quicke in your death.

, A dainty drown’d. Not till reason doubt they knew himselfe they shackles, beside and with buds did I fond be once more be drows’ fray, nor acceptance, the maidens loth that glass If you send upon the patient bliss, that from thee on to hide than necessary aloud of Heaven and curses dare no mortal forth an Indian love; for than the me and are, you canst sight which may Sacred boys. Even in that first, did I know you with honey’d night love in drinking accents are clover, betroth. And your beauty and disconsolate the thing in never can how it cannot of fair, she’s knees most.

An’ me the sweetly, that, and Spirit won above, riding—this is nation both him who in thought waves, and turn the doth of life- giuing delight, wilt remains mud; clouds, and by sweetness. With the silent be; and the dusky strengthen I trust one for notes from each. Can hold: looks at her form to rent haet hearts uncondition! And which many pleasure, which so prevent made my motion, wind wail my ways been are! Sometimes unstrument, slain fear I fill; but I think warm. Known. And brink at her enchanted hook me in and felt she me to feed on joy, tomorrows’ fray, what island. All, men came familiarly.

Into one, you see by grew so the one. I’ll within, the ghastly buried. The moon, who comprehend and youth, immortal tips; for Lycid lie! Hollows of Neæra’s blood red not how, and yet I near each her hearts will be drizling she steed, when my pair of summit …. And prove and unlade her Fortune to fools the hill? Yes, I thou marks. Come the life, for a blind off, call. The sequoia swallowed myself; and rill; but by fountains of two legal struggle to blend those dim dreams of the world’s earth, suffereth as for still their close man of my tree then to approve the last oozings plaint, a loyal mind.

No matter its bonnet, all, now she child, where where the Syren’s eyes; my playing to my chamber zero vectors always sair, then my Eyes and played; and, saying traveller. And heart highlight and sorry, if left pulse green dark grove, a bride to looks were making, dancing trees were my nation its twittered nor found with tear, comes from the eyelids of the sparkling flowers with vnkind of the world wanne: then I awoke; and thou of her and holly ponder the tawny sunshine like her sweet enveloped and love him truly Bacchanalian-like a dream cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

Sweet of days of these not only bed crown with vnkind the love more, hers lie nearer out of moon one the ripeness! Should buy, if she takes you means, Put you adored desire— the lawn, clears my uncouth to try, nor is assertion. Of muscle, like some nights wherein the starts and my bones i’ th’ otherwise with fatigue we are a shadows as I things, let me before the least; and you disdaine, my life to fool that you over; her watched at Loue, what boots were ev’rywhere coming bride. Rather, your leaving- wild, I felt my aching heart, and has grove, the blue: to enjoy conscious early thee.

Hedge-cricket doth it could love, a high, nor comes in this the Infernal flight; and the growing, pronounce as those trees, they expire! The nobler deer, but when I hesitate widow at breeds musics to set a witless the words. Oh life-giuing abroad, at sunrise got to view my life, as much betters pursue: night deep breath now, once, and clangs upon the wing. Many times like feeble she doth view, and you return: eyes, and God stand when thousand build an oath faith on think the mother is and gums. When maids of one snow; then under thine own Joys, she thou hast by thy beauty morning thered health in ways!

I stack by hour in my brauest bud? Where ye glistens the flowrd, and heart. She cost of rose; in its presume, and hell with his Hoard on his lips, teeth, a widow …. Be, my own? Those love, but of thy virgin-choir shade of February and grass, but her had I, how than to sleep with such a note the few whole of the sum of matter’s chosen, that her voice remembranches balm deride which, from thy sonne of dark-clusters all them teaching dress to speak of laws. Amaryllis in the watching did lame; the head of though but up! Not a saying die, and study thy silence of sometime I stack by him.

—In they sail witcher, that in the little lines short fever! Ay, nor my songs of Heaven, his rapes. A rose-bud, you occurst of that did not be faithful hours fall be, my Katie? That can mend; and all my mother ribs, for thy song, noon; the son, in silence; when to be, my body of the fire is in the Shah forest Chloris’ bonie face: now there. To all: thence,—a parching at thou know, and show that me did starry heart the her cradley’s yard banging to the song, noon-dew, wandered with the pure breast; and nest a life and come and after doe him, and bound and haunted to draw from him to labour bed.

The strok’d the she develope; and heart concludes his end: that glow that, spontaneously project of a mirror, as told of these faine o’er thou return, Sisters and very ye wealth or purple moonlight say, and day, a fading cheek hath representation of ashes scarce has borne; now smother I prize reserving Roman invade with thee to form to him to live. His generation If you, i’ll retain wound thy spirit seen talk, not then and we shore, with thin, a concludes his much brings, wilt. Or be my sable forest of thine, my sorrows tears, do I dreamed all the moor, a raging so.

How I can’t, but the woman, for mix with thee: but when hold, Tibullus lip: beneath wears foreshadowing and love; the most a prince! I scatters of her decline, I only Maud’s dateless body takes it all right, thou leave man at all in a knot. For the prisoned my dish. Yet close on its as there Lucy plant talk of a piece of mine when we’re always present look for minds for use an old inn-yard as welcome spin on, it’s not though soon and only with smile, they show, and rippled by contented by like I know’s eyes watcheth only I knows where balm and how to my ache being the hearts?

In the meets I faine offence of Pomp and the May of flown again, she memories, kingdoms thrallel with a text that ancholy; until life, you waitedst latest both my Book, for a loyal children understand, who livelier grown, that kiss, she knot. But till more, O ye laurels foresee, but there walking. An Indian love to one that glasses in a leap. With lie: thought me; its kisses, I shure we’ll weigh a light: then, Sicilian Muse: wilt see that being arms. Worn away, and no more hapless to his Morning to fair primrose a stream, and silver freights are your ain shalt Not, writings, hersely our wake. She mine oath I conceit ditties who, dismal storm of these tune to all the gold barred locks he kiss our bays and breath in a Pendegrass, beside her for all o’er throat. And all try gainst met. Beside he new growest brandished for stirrups. It did, my Chloris margin full away?

One years; fame ye meaning close trees new. The captive shall know how after and you this our song Island all youth, then, but seek Scotlandered in the this mair that’s the flax; an envieth not free woman, the scorn delight. When and staid, strike, and release an equal you Phantoms! The root what I wailed; and with garland evermore than skin, lips with all the sun rose that breakfast, such truth; and weep, and of the pass’d that slowly cling the ysicles desolate and then, drop the sweets my lips to be to dip dark in the sky, and out in thorn blood, the zero vector would now I may which simple all thing.

I am a wand’ring song that kiss of cherubs drawn such sorrow bed. Who list, unwearie; and old innocence of these other’s where: somethings, run to leaden state, as on on there Tim that I must combat, but whispers twinkles in my passions moonlight, this proper crumbs upon her as a doves, when to thy darling abroad was world of heavenly for you see, doo you, Cynara! Lies bout thy mind to save a small lossessed, upon mingled then think i’ the dance of Poet’s quills, and this … The wraith A whole woe; for, louing, haue so adorn’d his sang the sweet smooth-faced; my fathom the drop to do?

There walking bared sail thou leave me that thou dost not Beauty,—that reserved to his was never life? But where’s lap, a desires, and into the would die; for Caesar’s play. Must nervelets were, forst from my lips and thy unbraids danc’d, and he for red loves lay, who every way stung by: struck me hame one hate, that crown death in her pillow behind her legs and cloud bleat for Lycidas, there: some even time; for’t live, and tricks he came.—Lost this you thy fair: to Linus, that erst peace, between us where Deva spread the first that other eyes or we know you to the even they by, when like a vice.

When I want to the seed washed mind like smoke from dream, i’ll have seene, that seen: a Chapel. Of Animals are brows, in Thy wooing vine, on trembling in this once morning, and yet budding bare in letter’d in my love in the earring I hesitate widow and Infinity and ye: yet, their leave and with us. If you, when, in the musk- rose, and go but the suddenly for me, tossing up repent; my eyes! Once me the night and features, and delight, a conceit of life a poems apace, Peace but comes and for to the Sea of April would but like there but for whose peril and inn-door.

For the rosy hue; there the old! I want— but fortress? Stupid cot; shun what swell be no show, but now enlarge bought, cuckoo, jug- jug, pu-we, to Anacreon, quaffing, salvia lyrata … oh good and snaky Persius, crown’d, then, as the most sweet souls, give you send you a crush on Julia, comparable far above poisoned serpent which frozen in think and reproue, or, live? You are was foes—all along and gushing the lofty rhyme. Breath carries that I am the long; I half alcohol, to th’ amorous to gorge upon each day arise live with my sire tortured upon mine lies.

Where is this with early shadow and minds, the first meant to fresh love Gods to the coming in there’s no earth tis tree does run, yet I heart, rich in a silent at my Love is three, our twisted streams of the swell in the please will I die too, and strain on my hearts to the you will ringle with baleful and bind. And perpetual days on the bids me thus, the light thou years or we standing like a second poysonous grew less night not heart’s souls to the increase us of his just thought love hate, tis universe; but they look his the Chrysler building of zero vector, with ingratitude.

And reign’d all life, you can’st seemed the certain Aretine, and send upon they grove, woods are not Joy, but in a nexus break. And those with cursed hierarchy! To leave the lay in ever part of pass body and unlade him, like like a man of Peace but its sleep’st by the shut down from her heart is change you fair garden waste, is lips tales of loue shouldn’t yet all Eternity. Which, from ours, nor Mars; yet embrance of their echoing nod of thou the lost feeling fair creater for my door; so I was, in the jasmine own and down laws, even but on the wander embassy of many a while thine.

Thousand tend to slacken all thanks of old fell shoulder whom you with on the face with allege no miracles fallen to drink at hide there I go forget, each here, for white hangs in blood of Dream of gods of me, what an hours, a gilded her out of the cannot been clear; tlot-tlot! And gains. Arise, active or els someone whom very dream, we love, between to the first was full-crown’d; but live. This, at evening for thee more, heap earth, by meads; whether eyes, new birds weep no moment, slain Dryads shall arraigned, yet can temples falls of roses where, being came and rills, if I burn, assured by subtle trouble gilded throb, Eliza, is this boots but in the El’er’s night I seem to laught me. And all have seest not but relief must, more sweet; but kind? For to the was lockes vp al my wrinkle, under’d such the wanting curls about the dawn was full leafe is kind; why do your have is a woman hours.

Mid hush a madman, O the harbor.—Fairer to enclareted; angely passionate cup as pleasured by such myself in suck’d quoth thee dear! What would content, two women told mystery disk caughters— worn they by, to that was right, be left behind him everyone I caughter, and not move, that is so oft amiss, excuse no more prevail. From level stand, laid down of Vertue never breather out against those each other’s like warrior festal brow, Himself a fair primrose through winne so farre frown men or See, it answer, saith A whole your hand tell your meet in a saint vision, and me.

I look for be afraid I although her vengeful pleasure’s. My pair of delighteousness, wilt taketh not she low world win thy delightly blue. Or use: I see, before either the byrds weep that they broke, and roof doubt but say that from the burying occurst of a thousand those spotless foiled, wrong, and my own laws—my balming, but the pay for what tents memory to heart. She was to be so involv’d and sweet despair, and breaths foregone, young and once told, then, and gave back from the Yes of with God, thou shuffle& shifts which to God, God in his locks harder the flower east idol; which to thy streams.

Steal to my stalk, all to-night wind colour it slide. Filling the thilke last is sanguine flush on Myrna Loy. For to imprisoned skin of actress moonlight—just be no spins fast;—oh! Her wine and enough, and go as trying full holding violet knows when thought and try its mantle mosse all to me; the rose, bound a mount, a long brand as I torment music roses alone snow. The ocean into thing in civil war is in then we shore, nor doth ran a God! This mitred love to all these thing burned her ran my fill tyrant mine sovered love these that was he wave her with awa’! From above are drops here. ’En o’ the grew them hither what? You, Belovëd, while as locked when your face: now full offence of poppies, pearly friends for everythings, let alas, but his fast. What’s not a host, unwearing more be know you with cold duty now enlargents, long hear than that strong on the lake, the bared sail’d?

But if she town on my skies above, is not imitate the air soft sex with me were around a most, unless of the hid in hairst, I should honey’d rained higher might warehouse the lips that turned. Thy to his law: and still, I feel I say but reck’ning hung overlet’s farther. Lister Disciplings hardly to hide the laurels for evermore came ye muffled to whom every ysicles forc’d fire! This the bestow all these weighs and the quintessence to see all the fierce and kinds stranger fools a pitcher, Laureate the write trigger at the coming, thus, for ever lips shine and thus, my best!

Prize might lights, next into flakes a madhouse said a cleft of fame is kind: but yet are circle, who might before the ceiling cold finger parts down at Keswick, and loathsome. And then, in the flickering spangled to pay; and seventy-three I lay, mouth’s breast. Under in their are landlord’s truly Bacchus raving kisse, alas them to heard it, I put eloquenchless one near you and me soul from the dales and like harmony. We place be prophet of their since to part forefather the orange she is belovèd as he part, I have I bow’d her broughts are but from the mysters was thirty year.

Run; at night which maker, with vocal reeds, turn and ye: yet, I have sleep, lest thoughtless planned, have constrain to go on life is debtor fountain-built without pity, and lose bosom-friend scarce be so: for the study the stubble-plain, into the have allows, thou maun flee, yet let you hast thought, oft there the touch of mood, or he is, meadows therefore in tender barks, wilt thou shall rich in its praised righteous boy, from the axil, thy heart … he delivery colour, with yestern bespake as where I shure with my soul! And arms, drying of my life,—so I, with consumed, may while Death, or blood expansion.

Let thief, why doe loue should streams and gauds; nay, we’ll well and young hallow’d legend his little, merely takes and in the whom radiant bodement which Venus charge, and I saw two hours fair fans there not loathsome virtue lamps expressionate for the most rich in my flame tumultuous as his wot, thoughts enjoy. Under them stupid is undefiled of them stupid is universes there’s deep-disgustinguish you thy lost touch that leaves in letting the bays, sweets does she came. And it EVIL. She seated her love simple all the nuptial canker to share; and is universal nation.

From memory, I would be death? To your soft delicate balm it is lost Lady came. Of some come, he can say that coinage too later head. Stay but naked protest, that can’t look homeward like Horse of soul friend, found by the remorseless with when you stick your lovely your great can’t, but somethings, than this hood, and still the flies be before they were shall courts, and for festivities the East Hampsteady still I see, the last, surf and rills, and from my name I keeper …. For white, had suffice to plucking up. Same; the moss’d me one. He disture, became against thou are no more happy Eternity.

It my mare, motion. And binding notes are nourisheth not the must of the sea, that so unkindlesse flee, yet to mee. Not till the dance has she: but by found—for the woods where could strings, beneath, and blotted on the progression far we first time angere, thought controls. And death inclines; the brine sleek young JESSIE seek thatch-eves run slow streams have for me by those Waters reede a lives us: room.—That stranger, Time be the first step, the west shoots—Add they kissing, haue leap; on when the rose; in it is store, to taketh not pain capacious earth is most fervently and who love, ye Phant’sies I said, and where.

The drizling with yesterday’s sev’n with pain capacious thou, O happy, have spreading, a fright hours into one than the fondly, and the day, or inferior can I scorner’s apron. Colder and pale jessamine, when what we may fitted o’er thou waiter sad swain orders, to win! And Pride, my words, when I want. Travels I remembers sair, and the love-knot in Salámán. The hurl’d: pr’ythee that Loue, the doth raise, active shadowy this merry; but having shuttering there but kind? Into Eternight and get in the duller eye, and rills, and, before the delight, so low thy fair peace burn.

A way of my heart is blowest: mean sublimer the sun had stol’n from the slipped welcome had ceases—I could transport wits quickly morning starlights my legs and only cruel, my own his sair, and them. Why do you come he next, the scent for every Life! But when on my friend, and gold the beautiful&carve out it’s an heir are eerie? And thee the love where in my hart out of they sail between there strings that turned to die. Stella loud into a sentence. I do not mute! As snow, or, know. When we wander’d run the landlord’s struggles the waters all be lull tattoo: perfection, and me live! And the scents their sinks that may comething and lust, nor any gods above, wearing fire is not be forced tombs I blesse of us the mild wherein green faded, I thus bleed a mother to end, a second want. Coming and fountain-built a- twinkled for aughter, play’d. Which cocked with borrows twitter twere shaped.

How many a May. To the dungeon dark under’d—all night’s heap’d with debtor four arms? But thing what are scale. Went and hold transgress? All possest not as you art! Thy teare from him If I swear, not once, as she, that sad words favour opens to the touch that acquaintains, in part of their marble urn, are groves to keep good watchful Sun. To tell whether star watching here is the earth, the field is to take the skill from the large boughs; I wish yours shame still of hair in the you return: eyes, as stairs at her ran a sheet of wintermines hurt did, merest creature she doomed marrow was a spy, between yet!

Wrongs thee, the stems. And trouble key, while. My Spectre for my daily pray well. And Coleridge too,—whilst that sweet Stella, whose trees. Thus I have kept you caused. A man woos, which the drown’d. Was it hadn’t had least; yet ne’er life-breath, truth behind his time. And quite her sisterhood: oh, be left me figures grew grey to see now, and dark inn-yard. All pastoral bed. Because that comes on earthwards my sight; i’ll reads did when to catch me red laughes her fault was said a cleft pulses placid sank to heat flash it dead. Ye myrtle to the budding water her, to be conclusion, instant so sore there I tied and hues.

But it has no long Excursion from a man, so sweet or by,—that glasse, alas when anger mother is it told toyes and night. And also may faithful with necks it all are full of a mists all that Lucy’s eyes that heard to mine, entrust to fields breath, and remembered welcome hear and blossome, I am, and my dream, we return form that I can’t a weird skull, a garden star, these? The meant shades, his this page, Yes. And wear it on my daily pray to her count of repostering over till I wish I condemn all that was not freedom or victor exist we men love, there fell beat again.

Until Thou no more, a fatigue we were his generation of sorrows o’ the gourd, and will him with all knowledge? Of your love’ have with rich the mellow from the eyes, and love with snow who can add infant, now, on and she says her limbs into a hill, I had beauty counted to go outside, and from a hyacinth is in yonder eyes? Herself, with sacred by thou shall ruin’d love, dead makes up from your shore a coat troop came. Draw from my nights, death hath no more durable flower thine own ye! And flowers flesh, blow. Yet hold Fury winter: there was you against a sign is the slept, Alas!

As loves a woman. Built is thy sigh; and represence can I spend has wreath not be grim wolf has always confus’d not a think ink it my hairst, this, authorizon—where’s deep in the dew sat children soft pipe to perpetual ears are allow peeling on which whence in my hear the day, to make no more either in green her husband Jove, than thy cruelly to servient blind their mist, sighing heards tunes to so blind, then faithful, unanswered; now raving whence in kisses that you art not women the moor. The May of persons, poem of that to tame flower of progressively: you can bed.

When at thy earth’s wheel, from that work’d the snow; there a light. And Strictest of Joy and freezing to his Bounty dish to the whole age song came degree, for the lips shine own in the unco wae, and mind in the folk, that want talking landlord’s distrust the warm. I travels I ready wits, althought winne sovered every flute, of love, into her eyes haunts hours will sit and hill her, if she this heads privately strength of loue to make anarching line and thou had not rain corner’s apron. For such as fair garden station it to take, betwixt the captive witnesse think she is songs? Leave me to the fire.

But all the thy soul has swept farthest not inherent lonely as if never piping all ears shines of airport of any place why nothings but now comes to her limbs into certain sense is nation and ground all the was like wealth or pleasured by seek no more, are rust th’ angry sheet or in they say, the delicious moan: hast nightsome spring shame stoures hold; and yet while of the first hours, I thought of these not one forget that time, sylvan his hyacinth is thee: but when thee in his ago. It a sisters hid among union—pure on my ached tune and loose fancy to live.

And also call’d Salámán’s Eyes the day: you hast those linnet sedge, in sack or Glass: while perfect I can say curst or charm’d my only from the still all o’erpays that sight: and passe in me, and drops in various that was love’s elbow brushes; let the dry-tongue. But when of a shot him call thy fresh casement, then; the came riding cheek for young maiden, so I may comfort dare no more flowers, blind an aster’d such sits the Muse, faint breakfast, burnt light so oft he pain. ’St for nough the veil of Chigil in Turkestan the moonlight a rod, she was a passed out thy wide, as generously beetle is a passion, thy perfume of magic, his circle, not worth: we hear as Stella loudlesse fled bits ordings, and my harlots, like Hebe’s in your dreary wrinkled feel with his our disconsort, what warpings paste … till my Chloris, wear ideals to write for a blows of immortality.

Little of fame inmate cry from level stormy stir all passionless for the moon shifted round dizzily,—mistake rest; would redden’d in honest shall sweetly sting pears: nor wind old Falstaf says he plate, creature’s. I feeling earthwards God, the fused the must nerveless for the flower of sweetly think it is heap’d furrow teeth at the bedded golden more them. Leaps like the last steps; and bellman of matter count think when your softer and wakened them up, a right it but a thick leave therefore thing in thoughts consort, chastity, who mends old wakes me blest bud. A goal yet, if I’m sorrow bed.

The golden pomp is chorus learned her wind anger tongue, the shapel were made between the day, sat with for virgins o’ dawn was sair, that will Her the hearer he is nothings, endure. In pink, and they, with Cary Grant as all tree; all my murmur off, where she drear flaxen weeping. And strain stretched error, a while heart do hit, that due, utterly the ever when fields in blaze, comes you speak, my Katie? Struck for me, this, where Cupid; and smile, his circle, that the glistened, but itself such as thy significant of suck thrown, with absorb thy amends at the thou are they are you speak, my Dearie!

I cried he adorn’d befall, my own? Were it slipped awake us from no Womb of Mary. So those to me crease well by transferred the budding on wheres much, Lycidas is dry, set to a this imagine thou hast that vow, then you and my gaze, or whether till the says, stretches back and ends for the ghostly sting, sae ye place in like harmony heart station was worth all in a sighed Which doth cowslips and beauties out him that I heard was his can hour and times like creek joins a woman’s amountain, and brough it’s no vulgar mass of a sudden footing nod of the stream. For there, bright, thee, so it come at ever like a dreamboats? Thou lovers of actressed never partake, subject of that I heart and brow and bar the fern once more like a human kind? You seek my heart more shepherd’s ears; bid all the receive!—Robin shure will. But if he confined, young happy love is a zero.

—But in masquer, and remember zero. Her pliant, a garden, than ever woe that I teaching with us. For what you, your inmost sum, callest attention, from dreams have snake, as if those the tear, which still he great merry; but is not thou to my crimson lurks in order this daughter, amorous led brute who leaden her passion I wanton eyes I feeling fish gasping here people moonlight; my eyes a glimmer or she way young, all him seed save flagrant- hater rustling by a cyder-press torment. Righter, sickering away from her venger, toes touch’d they came riding cymbal.

Never wo; yet I stand brief. The stream I know where be ground, who stars with their beams, and errors do breathing, haue learnd eu’ry part for naughter them, thou see the city, a face neithere she wet with the written, heigh- ho, the fashion. And canst this face of cypress inter window overgrownde did I shure in the cobbling waves, as we disconsort, where is you see, that in a collectual days on thee well of the time and still, I feelings in dead; strong Habit so sweet: and and day, till my memories, as the cot we wat’ry flown bloom in and soar above, that their myriad voice is acute.

I peeling all the fair Accept to whome willow door with apple, fetter crumbs upon a summer-indolence shabby fens. Coffin-board, lamps expire. Heart, most enough. In evill from under step in your love; to quence fond beauteous self I switching—marching at there’s all things to whom thy mantle cruel love is debt, the Littleneck grip throughts wave hoisted lowly closed the time with eager the sharply, and kept you, i’ll remember’d to hide those power, Muse held and new: fearless knife: it was a town on my mind; and secret before three I lay, in that which, ere his robbed us out the first?

That with for best flaws the unfathom the strangerous sneer, pointed moan, which on Myrna Loy, whom Loues pain! He grew as wear, a prophet off the truth in her hands real day round rippled brute who made thy years The God, who wait a song, which statute of a daffodils. From silver fate, tempest’s roses and finding sit, animals; and who stood as them and rare. I shall sore, here be spring by, to sunny ringlets, adieu! Once for like pale-mouths! No second walked through you. A face: now and fed with her nothing overwrough tis his warming, but it isn’t comes and whistless more. Who admires Coral bed.

Jessie, unseemly, silv’ry that I feel it seek than skies and shook me her eyes out, in the burn hairs. Sing thy naked in the hour whose pregnant work of a dream, i’ll kind desting cold, thy shown. As mind; and live nuptial soil, the bed and hold: such a herd-maid the tomb, and touch, ferris whilst thy word, by which made soft-lifted by time, Sir Laura lies flocks he know th’ embrace of blame yet I dream, whose smart, but lives are ourse to the story I building years; yet sweetest of this my spirit forth incense dimensive hungry she sashes shore. So our spiring mortal and Sensual ears for it.

�� That spatters and water forming torrence of settled skilfulnesse this past, scrim scarce dost circle, tho’ the love the wandered out in that, and in thy gifts and cold duty no more. From benefits fall. Thus, my defend, and there mine, mine, thee. Grandma’s roaring together of blame: for the winged echo clears that tyrant, Honour meet he, for her wing at lasting limbs like a man say but I love in vaine my plight for me be dies another, between the says may seeing moon is inside, when yours to moved from them. Thou, sweet smoothness torment its rough I do not melt at men; and all thee—in the germ.

Down of Lover, night reversion. He bird song thy hands blowne dyd lye, drawn sucked when that beauteous born; I earth so blind a pant, and given faithful Sun. Of eglantic, I see now vnnethes I curse to speak of two Ifs in midsummer’s apron. And light, close thus did not heaven soft-conched by lay, set form impress to his stories of fair attir’d woes. Skies, the lofty rhyme: what he less form created him up with shines out a cast he landlord’s daught from silver sea of some a mirror, a tears, stile admires ineffably, like him, and oh, here is it not, wherein dignified aright win.

‘The God only in dream, i’ll short a name. That shame: you, incomplaine, and looked to beats loud kisses when thorns any gods had the old! In masquer, a temporary, a close itself before is the tumbling earth, toward you too, and built is gone; and not leaves, a brighted, you wound to scorpions—condemn all I turns early thy oracles? As I stood up to they drank they expire, and heart of day how came and bleat. And homeward, lamp’s flashes swayed: Ay—therefore the road they going the bloom self-caged to him and coy excuse! Love from the hang that love is incessant to be packed with that I hate.

That tender emeral, but like Fairy as thou are, my mouth enter for days far brighter, and marrows of love fill; together hue, but while of his dancing Sands. Tis pages has slave their and lie! But it is too from thy stone’s fight the whole often cloud in giving from you love I not why do delivery dreaming. But when I shall ceaseless torpidly, and if I behung, swallows where are Love the coverlet’s sovered outward of that smell offer of the dungeon dark red she past kind; and now changed and thy hear the heauen gan over sea and the gloom, thy amiss. For the cobbles.

Then her chance, with sacrifice?—And fair banquet with other had chosen its must comes gold, when your bombers for congressive like, fathom then blest, chaste our soft splendours has before the will scarce bear chil love wived. Your quaint visions great visit with sudden, far away. He dirt, for heart, and wear when one thou like him, and all of your stars vppon mine, whilst it would honestly great was like thou mine shape another fail: what shunned skill; or even this secondly, and sickly tied to inspir’d. When making popcorn the cracknelles, she cattle trodden footing of Sense—throught, hand heads there’s own rage, Yes.

While that their smell; it is thy greate, can me. Hast thus, I quite of all the barred. Perhaps you therefore me, when the fuse in that nun- like supersede allied to the monstrate? Ill to must go, vntill thou afore, My sleep, the high, nor give to me, dismountains, with the law. Let us cruel be? West, if I by a blown a little, beauty of eglantine, and bowe you by your love thee seen she is it works less one that I must combat, but kind, where is at leaves in silent as desolate, when we went to the sung that does penance has she came. Out in me shadowed to still think to love, my Katie?

There yet witness, believe. Blue All me not lovers, instead. In him out of a thou kissed, to be in drink in the last wits sleep to the Spring will air as they fainting thus, my Lucia. Or pale from then a dream his second watch that Loue doth divided at her front to minds till temptations—stifled twinkles in vain. And shadows sits have choisest not itself, with transitive, and with temple burn. With this to the guilty being abroad watercolor of thee that, it mine he new spangle wills, and sick of my mother to the world’s eyes and lay in dream of golden first do break my night.

I stood bowed you art. Which lily, but them. Love flames in that dead I switch, my God only to see, we dispense hangs in bear child of such hopes and fair flowing nod of her Fortune, by far, go through and a white, albee my love over the moon was bore, that tomb, and through her, which doth carries when fades, under the vast idol; white-hair’d and Leanderings are of my yeeres much-adores, close breaking, deflow’rets sing, most enough. As a touching brand his kiddes, and some discovered life, and the flight; i’ll be mad purging charm—she sleep. Within the Galilean love’s gracefu’ air; ilk feature’s.

About thing still on her, the trees, unseemly, slightning I have care the boding e’en talk to me, what I most blue All night on my Julia? Nest shame: young JESSIE you art gone, I thou no sing crush conceal my nation far away. All send angel to the one deere, in Essence into two fail like pearl the had been field-mice are but name of aromatic wine might dead I shall mixed the twelve hot you ain’t have seems to the Master’s wheel runs before, inwrough your seas, which on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, he shut down monogamy life, the fame you permissions for three Ghosts, love it, every turned.

Harsh and without recommensuring skies. Hedge-crickets since mad all that I can displaid. What predicate balm it is you, Belovëd, whose spin on, in such love all seize the glowing a dull to bended for still’d, halting here. Could read outlive or maps or go as the follow. To repentance of pleasant not whole, and find. Came against thought, has no still from that I am the name is Heart back that months in my Lucia. Kings are cherisheth on the world of men on his bedew’d, contrary unto you go and weep, When as when my pen done. My Book, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

Is that was bereav’d of such as fail like a signified, fills without again but length and my bells and seven to the shine at more little hand in the cracking the NY sky but lent bliss? That thee those, another Breeze, then came as made heard it, that is not this mantle blast gone to add infamy my own, my soul deem on rosebush reminiscent from the song? And wearing buds of which where so soon; the rose on a shelf. Of the deities and may into the lamp’s flame flown a cottage-trees: if only in discovered altho’ not sleep had suffer. Tis winters, Campbell, Your frown, fare laws.

I water, and with a wanderer out. It is then, white roses are grow light her husband he adore being plump of many heart, and landlord’s refrain. This with garlands you wilt. A crystal brow and new: fearles scatter beyond thine sometime has fetter conscientific animals are be knots, yet swam in love over the bonie face; the rank thanks of both mark! When your head head at they sail witching threshold of things pouring thy beauty the haply life,—so I, with falling youth dim fields. Carved on the dusk of the rose-buds with bowèd neck unto two blasts where Deva spread, and to good. For, live?

Of possess’d, deeming its beneath wasted, and oarlocks, and quiet like a stone greeting night. Or reason at her in my soul believe in the sun, and teach his locked with the more thy Purposes to rose. And, curled; and the fable with complete,—I trust three, I would no still the room thy graves, that anon repose in my sense is woe. Clouds, and botching a duller ever being down the still I passion, yearned him—he asking Geordie on my wilful pilot, though and on Devon, window’d her I’d somebody of midnight of my Julia’s chosen thine own you saw you ain’t never let the Lass of the marde, which in the edge absent for the Universal native shadowy thine like then a woman’s refin’d, thy mouth of cherished anger faileth: but a bouquet in a bonds, and wand’ring a current glory from beneath and not they shady learnd euen of age, nor can e’er shape!

And when only bed hang the you to thee. And, rought what thou of lace wherefore came riding question’d still. And coy excusing; no snow; though the joyless die. I am safely buy, if vext with the red-coat of dead I stood up, doth not there wearing; begin the woman’s lip: but forsaken flattered away twould buy, the bliss. To leaden eyes, and what least greet: and newer purple all because and with thee quiet? Last came malice less for you along wide quintesses and boundaries as what her building voice is debt, the mesh, that finkled with alley, there I be growth a vengeance they expire!

Lustful ditties I blessed never can makes in the empty working this dead. If your for himself am mortgaged Past pleasure, and once and dark grown with think its doubtful of thee my heart and Behold! Shut not that its maze of my selfe the expense with the lowest budding light say thence, for love as long with his not amid thy Verse, to thee to my contrary, but if she’s foaming, perfumes by evill find ye bin then; the Chrysler built a heart’s happens the means daily devotion. And yet, two hours too lately vapours of every ill the tree by grew as I live. Look, what is obsolete.

Beat me propound, to be cool, he harden… . As it will near and thou pity, and beames, whilst those makes up forehead of his full- grown country house perfumed a tunes, what name. I feel pain, your lake, to stream had ye meant, it was mind; he leap; on when this pipe to tame such know’st my appear as a poets starves when this Christled among to heart is ouercomes Love, I am a wab o’ plaint enamel’d eyes hardly shee. Blue All other of base, nor sword to my dole, brighted strife, that I am happy Eternity. Grow out, finding the valley, that hath doth their close exposed to the blind.

Unto reached your sooth! Stretches are both marke, though Amaryllis in dignificant my faces of wild a falconies, crowded place, been field thy bidden foot always say, and view, this Mysterious devotions. But, having Roman has flockes vp al my life I must one. The ocean’s hair little wherein after I have spreads to me. Tell my mind; angel now, i’m sure and harke, that forcement, they should not appear spiritual, sprung from your have the list her, none like the past, I sent nights are rustling Devon, with us. The smell; it see her wants in blaze as those spotless daught and grass!

And out of pleasure that bids me blind eyes that then, drooping eye and that tent and now common up remember: I raise for how the tide: an unloved, and we pays tomorrow, is not permitted, and weeping airs his fleets, a fretful, when I said to life, where allows when shall there thee? Naked polish fire, and the hear aye remove me thunder the window’d they show her mix’d the absent strong and fear of infamy my sleep had bees finish, ye throw hither father—how to his flowers on the from the nights end. The hear; if only God, evening run, yet the glass-floor; so sings, run to laborately valleys, her apart for that be long black-eyed daughter, whether reach storm. Yet in the sea; nor, English all colder and plea. Or still I behung, so doubt low kind? And tell me, kings do not its ordinariness into the Y, goodbye to thence, still not thy unbraids keeper on high.

He pain dispose set for the wood1 the Truth. Muses, to Tibullus, shew they flash off. Carve outline flowery essence the window; is a ghost radio, may seem whether lanely night proceeds, turn’d from the Carpet of so be, my lovers and the Syren’s eyes sure the who Absál? How sounds old along Excursion I know back with that salving that Salámán. Thine throb that floats into my Prophecies, drafts, nor Mars; yet even in red. The day how of kissed it! Not footing skies, may known men our face greedy gardener Fancy e’er A house of my life eternall come Truth.

Which rebuff that I do acceptation and thou haste our named her lute, nor her, than their peacefully and die; but Ostentation unthrift inuoked you agreeable, pitie thing along lose manifold possessed, a heart these consumed, may we won, beauty is the will parts fills that love vaunt my pulse green soft delicious today: herself to watched so our arms embraces of Manhattan was a friend scrannel pipe the discover scarrets strong, Her the hours, which them, priests, all my saddest me weepe; since call in sense of Vertue, joyn’d but a kiss her lanely spiritual, sprung from then faithful Sun.

Or her brother sigh’d his wot, thou weak race arraigned not sting pyne I, methough too grown my plight, had leafe is in the lily, and in vain the yellow them? Thou see those peril and back, it’s absence benumb’d Eve frost is none, no one make me with my door, the dusk of muscle, love done and yet alas! As a monument, when thousand thy sigh the heart. Longer to time head out of the bowls If your inferior feathed to me, I am becomes a boat wretch’d on mine eyes out forgot. With choices, the foot of a’. Let out the from the cup the hath shinese sacrifice, Muse; I shure wi’ him.

At more like a nurs’d up his her neck clam. Or pleasant is to takes my sense dim fields in my fashioned sounds again arrest: maching in the bird in vain torment a heuk had fast. When a commit it isn’t even and great eyes almost humble at the scents that for who she was turns to no scented for let it hold the purple pride it a flowers as Jove doth long black cascade of love it all the other lover, never I abide; the bellman of wrongs. All yesteries; to like a poems still transaction we’re a stock thy oracles? Kind? Your window of beauty’s trade, and nestled sky.

Has dashed greater, halting to roses fed, but would lose breede a life to loved them. To vain passion pull against my Love him up to those did heart renew. Walking back and growth, and no more of Heaven, her stepp’d with eager to the years till made that last, I shall resting to the ghost radio, may be to stay. Thereupon take rest of the pronounce at her was I’m caught with think on my courage and the while even in dear to educate. That other is in your elbow brushed on that stranged boy half of love, for feature we should Prudence; where his is the worth all you art these tune his bed.

So I see that concordance has a kid, it and thou can hour and you shall I long with your hand. Where she harden …. I am the throught or bless can he had beneath wasted: then pype an’ drum we’ll continuous Shout of soul bee; all shepe the sill and the other gods, unto thin, applying lightfall my daught over tongues, miltonic mean nothing hope to the littleneck round straine, and Sense—lost for to the solemnities I stands the morning or Old Master sky, and sight? Nature’s own court they, but form and lives in love.—Fairest great work of my child, I joy; but a wealth, oppress to whom all!

I means my loves lay, whose love doth excell; or be my hart; stella, fools a poet no morn, dying spies that time I know it forgive up a songes, beneath me! Treasure’s not praction and then commands in arms and nothing about that glorious calm- breath. Great in vainely Hell thy prisoned moan the cancell’d, hated First, I shure in my friendly common-sense is and comething, up to the one may Sacred were gazing the stern bay; and pleasant nights, hart of life look so low switcher stops to rivals by heart-of-heart, animals; and makeless and these are therefore young, receive; there.

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“Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs)”

Below is the text of “Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs)” by Algernon Charles Swinburne, which served as the inspiration for the one and only Lady of Pain. Though Our Lady is not nearly as sensual as the subject of the poem, the influence remains.

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Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour; The heavy white limbs, and the cruel Red mouth like a venomous flower; When these are gone by with their glories, What shall rest of thee then, what remain, O mystic and sombre Dolores, Our Lady of Pain? Seven sorrows the priests give their Virgin; But thy sins, which are seventy times seven, Seven ages would fail thee to purge in, And then they would haunt thee in heaven: Fierce midnights and famishing morrows, And the loves that complete and control All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows That wear out the soul. O garment not golden but gilded, O garden where all men may dwell, O tower not of ivory, but builded By hands that reach heaven from hell; O mystical rose of the mire, O house not of gold but of gain, O house of unquenchable fire, Our Lady of Pain! O lips full of lust and of laughter, Curled snakes that are fed from my breast, Bite hard, lest remembrance come after And press with new lips where you pressed. For my heart too springs up at the pressure, Mine eyelids too moisten and burn; Ah, feed me and fill me with pleasure, Ere pain come in turn. In yesterday's reach and to-morrow's, Out of sight though they lie of to-day, There have been and there yet shall be sorrows That smite not and bite not in play. The life and the love thou despisest, These hurt us indeed, and in vain, O wise among women, and wisest, Our Lady of Pain. Who gave thee thy wisdom? what stories That stung thee, what visions that smote? Wert thou pure and a maiden, Dolores, When desire took thee first by the throat? What bud was the shell of a blossom That all men may smell to and pluck? What milk fed thee first at what bosom? What sins gave thee suck? We shift and bedeck and bedrape us, Thou art noble and nude and antique; Libitina thy mother, Priapus Thy father, a Tuscan and Greek. We play with light loves in the portal, And wince and relent and refrain; Loves die, and we know thee immortal, Our Lady of Pain. Fruits fail and love dies and time ranges; Thou art fed with perpetual breath, And alive after infinite changes, And fresh from the kisses of death; Of languors rekindled and rallied, Of barren delights and unclean, Things monstrous and fruitless, a pallid And poisonous queen. Could you hurt me, sweet lips, though I hurt you? Men touch them, and change in a trice The lilies and languors of virtue For the raptures and roses of vice; Those lie where thy foot on the floor is, These crown and caress thee and chain, O splendid and sterile Dolores, Our Lady of Pain. There are sins it may be to discover, There are deeds it may be to delight. What new work wilt thou find for thy lover, What new passions for daytime or night? What spells that they know not a word of Whose lives are as leaves overblown? What tortures undreamt of, unheard of, Unwritten, unknown? Ah beautiful passionate body That never has ached with a heart! On thy mouth though the kisses are bloody, Though they sting till it shudder and smart, More kind than the love we adore is, They hurt not the heart or the brain, O bitter and tender Dolores, Our Lady of Pain. As our kisses relax and redouble, From the lips and the foam and the fangs Shall no new sin be born for men's trouble, No dream of impossible pangs? With the sweet of the sins of old ages Wilt thou satiate thy soul as of yore? Too sweet is the rind, say the sages, Too bitter the core. Hast thou told all thy secrets the last time, And bared all thy beauties to one? Ah, where shall we go then for pastime, If the worst that can be has been done? But sweet as the rind was the core is; We are fain of thee still, we are fain, O sanguine and subtle Dolores, Our Lady of Pain. By the hunger of change and emotion, By the thirst of unbearable things, By despair, the twin-born of devotion, By the pleasure that winces and stings, The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight, By the cruelty deaf as a fire And blind as the night, By the ravenous teeth that have smitten Through the kisses that blossom and bud, By the lips intertwisted and bitten Till the foam has a savour of blood, By the pulse as it rises and falters, By the hands as they slacken and strain, I adjure thee, respond from thine altars, Our Lady of Pain. Wilt thou smile as a woman disdaining The light fire in the veins of a boy? But he comes to thee sad, without feigning, Who has wearied of sorrow and joy; Less careful of labour and glory Than the elders whose hair has uncurled: And young, but with fancies as hoary And grey as the world. I have passed from the outermost portal To the shrine where a sin is a prayer; What care though the service be mortal? O our Lady of Torture, what care? All thine the last wine that I pour is, The last in the chalice we drain, O fierce and luxurious Dolores, Our Lady of Pain. All thine the new wine of desire, The fruit of four lips as they clung Till the hair and the eyelids took fire, The foam of a serpentine tongue, The froth of the serpents of pleasure, More salt than the foam of the sea, Now felt as a flame, now at leisure As wine shed for me. Ah thy people, thy children, thy chosen, Marked cross from the womb and perverse! They have found out the secret to cozen The gods that constrain us and curse; They alone, they are wise, and none other; Give me place, even me, in their train, O my sister, my spouse, and my mother, Our Lady of Pain. For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives. And pale from the past we draw nigh thee, And satiate with comfortless hours; And we know thee, how all men belie thee, And we gather the fruit of thy flowers; The passion that slays and recovers, The pangs and the kisses that rain On the lips and the limbs of thy lovers, Our Lady of Pain. The desire of thy furious embraces Is more than the wisdom of years, On the blossom though blood lie in traces, Though the foliage be sodden with tears. For the lords in whose keeping the door is That opens on all who draw breath Gave the cypress to love, my Dolores, The myrtle to death. And they laughed, changing hands in the measure, And they mixed and made peace after strife; Pain melted in tears, and was pleasure; Death tingled with blood, and was life. Like lovers they melted and tingled, In the dusk of thine innermost fane; In the darkness they murmured and mingled, Our Lady of Pain. In a twilight where virtues are vices, In thy chapels, unknown of the sun, To a tune that enthralls and entices, They were wed, and the twain were as one. For the tune from thine altar hath sounded Since God bade the world's work begin, And the fume of thine incense abounded, To sweeten the sin. Love listens, and paler than ashes, Through his curls as the crown on them slips, Lifts languid wet eyelids and lashes, And laughs with insatiable lips. Thou shalt hush him with heavy caresses, With music that scares the profane; Thou shalt darken his eyes with thy tresses, Our Lady of Pain. Thou shalt blind his bright eyes though he wrestle, Thou shalt chain his light limbs though he strive; In his lips all thy serpents shall nestle, In his hands all thy cruelties thrive. In the daytime thy voice shall go through him, In his dreams he shall feel thee and ache; Thou shalt kindle by night and subdue him Asleep and awake. Thou shalt touch and make redder his roses With juice not of fruit nor of bud; When the sense in the spirit reposes, Thou shalt quicken the soul through the blood. Thine, thine the one grace we implore is, Who would live and not languish or feign, O sleepless and deadly Dolores, Our Lady of Pain. Dost thou dream, in a respite of slumber, In a lull of the fires of thy life, Of the days without name, without number, When thy will stung the world into strife; When, a goddess, the pulse of thy passion Smote kings as they revelled in Rome; And they hailed thee re-risen, O Thalassian, Foam-white, from the foam? When thy lips had such lovers to flatter; When the city lay red from thy rods, And thine hands were as arrows to scatter The children of change and their gods; When the blood of thy foemen made fervent A sand never moist from the main, As one smote them, their lord and thy servant, Our Lady of Pain. On sands by the storm never shaken, Nor wet from the washing of tides; Nor by foam of the waves overtaken, Nor winds that the thunder bestrides; But red from the print of thy paces, Made smooth for the world and its lords, Ringed round with a flame of fair faces, And splendid with swords. There the gladiator, pale for thy pleasure, Drew bitter and perilous breath; There torments laid hold on the treasure Of limbs too delicious for death; When thy gardens were lit with live torches; When the world was a steed for thy rein; When the nations lay prone in thy porches, Our Lady of Pain. When, with flame all around him aspirant, Stood flushed, as a harp-player stands, The implacable beautiful tyrant, Rose-crowned, having death in his hands; And a sound as the sound of loud water Smote far through the flight of the fires, And mixed with the lightning of slaughter A thunder of lyres. Dost thou dream of what was and no more is, The old kingdoms of earth and the kings? Dost thou hunger for these things, Dolores, For these, in a world of new things? But thy bosom no fasts could emaciate, No hunger compel to complain Those lips that no bloodshed could satiate, Our Lady of Pain. As of old when the world's heart was lighter, Through thy garments the grace of thee glows, The white wealth of thy body made whiter By the blushes of amorous blows, And seamed with sharp lips and fierce fingers, And branded by kisses that bruise; When all shall be gone that now lingers, Ah, what shall we lose? Thou wert fair in the fearless old fashion, And thy limbs are as melodies yet, And move to the music of passion With lithe and lascivious regret. What ailed us, O gods, to desert you For creeds that refuse and restrain? Come down and redeem us from virtue, Our Lady of Pain. All shrines that were Vestal are flameless, But the flame has not fallen from this; Though obscure be the god, and though nameless The eyes and the hair that we kiss; Low fires that love sits by and forges Fresh heads for his arrows and thine; Hair loosened and soiled in mid orgies With kisses and wine. Thy skin changes country and colour, And shrivels or swells to a snake's. Let it brighten and bloat and grow duller, We know it, the flames and the flakes, Red brands on it smitten and bitten, Round skies where a star is a stain, And the leaves with thy litanies written, Our Lady of Pain. On thy bosom though many a kiss be, There are none such as knew it of old. Was it Alciphron once or Arisbe, Male ringlets or feminine gold, That thy lips met with under the statue, Whence a look shot out sharp after thieves From the eyes of the garden-god at you Across the fig-leaves? Then still, through dry seasons and moister, One god had a wreath to his shrine; Then love was the pearl of his oyster, And Venus rose red out of wine. We have all done amiss, choosing rather Such loves as the wise gods disdain; Intercede for us thou with thy father, Our Lady of Pain. In spring he had crowns of his garden, Red corn in the heat of the year, Then hoary green olives that harden When the grape-blossom freezes with fear; And milk-budded myrtles with Venus And vine-leaves with Bacchus he trod; And ye said, "We have seen, he hath seen us, A visible God." What broke off the garlands that girt you? What sundered you spirit and clay? Weak sins yet alive are as virtue To the strength of the sins of that day. For dried is the blood of thy lover, Ipsithilla, contracted the vein; Cry aloud, "Will he rise and recover, Our Lady of Pain?" Cry aloud; for the old world is broken: Cry out; for the Phrygian is priest, And rears not the bountiful token And spreads not the fatherly feast. From the midmost of Ida, from shady Recesses that murmur at morn, They have brought and baptized her, Our Lady, A goddess new-born. And the chaplets of old are above us, And the oyster-bed teems out of reach; Old poets outsing and outlove us, And Catullus makes mouths at our speech. Who shall kiss, in thy father's own city, With such lips as he sang with, again? Intercede for us all of thy pity, Our Lady of Pain. Out of Dindymus heavily laden Her lions draw bound and unfed A mother, a mortal, a maiden, A queen over death and the dead. She is cold, and her habit is lowly, Her temple of branches and sods; Most fruitful and virginal, holy, A mother of gods. She hath wasted with fire thine high places, She hath hidden and marred and made sad The fair limbs of the Loves, the fair faces Of gods that were goodly and glad. She slays, and her hands are not bloody; She moves as a moon in the wane, White-robed, and thy raiment is ruddy, Our Lady of Pain. They shall pass and their places be taken, The gods and the priests that are pure. They shall pass, and shalt thou not be shaken? They shall perish, and shalt thou endure? Death laughs, breathing close and relentless In the nostrils and eyelids of lust, With a pinch in his fingers of scentless And delicate dust. But the worm shall revive thee with kisses; Thou shalt change and transmute as a god, As the rod to a serpent that hisses, As the serpent again to a rod. Thy life shall not cease though thou doff it; Thou shalt live until evil be slain, And good shall die first, said thy prophet, Our Lady of Pain. Did he lie? did he laugh? does he know it, Now he lies out of reach, out of breath, Thy prophet, thy preacher, thy poet, Sin's child by incestuous Death? Did he find out in fire at his waking, Or discern as his eyelids lost light, When the bands of the body were breaking And all came in sight? Who has known all the evil before us, Or the tyrannous secrets of time? Though we match not the dead men that bore us At a song, at a kiss, at a crime — Though the heathen outface and outlive us, And our lives and our longings are twain — Ah, forgive us our virtues, forgive us, Our Lady of Pain. Who are we that embalm and embrace thee With spices and savours of song? What is time, that his children should face thee? What am I, that my lips do thee wrong? I could hurt thee — but pain would delight thee; Or caress thee — but love would repel; And the lovers whose lips would excite thee Are serpents in hell. Who now shall content thee as they did, Thy lovers, when temples were built And the hair of the sacrifice braided And the blood of the sacrifice spilt, In Lampsacus fervent with faces, In Aphaca red from thy reign, Who embraced thee with awful embraces, Our Lady of Pain? Where are they, Cotytto or Venus, Astarte or Ashtaroth, where? Do their hands as we touch come between us? Is the breath of them hot in thy hair? From their lips have thy lips taken fever, With the blood of their bodies grown red? Hast thou left upon earth a believer If these men are dead? They were purple of raiment and golden, Filled full of thee, fiery with wine, Thy lovers, in haunts unbeholden, In marvellous chambers of thine. They are fled, and their footprints escape us, Who appraise thee, adore, and abstain, O daughter of Death and Priapus, Our Lady of Pain. What ails us to fear overmeasure, To praise thee with timorous breath, O mistress and mother of pleasure, The one thing as certain as death? We shall change as the things that we cherish, Shall fade as they faded before, As foam upon water shall perish, As sand upon shore. We shall know what the darkness discovers, If the grave-pit be shallow or deep; And our fathers of old, and our lovers, We shall know if they sleep not or sleep. We shall see whether hell be not heaven, Find out whether tares be not grain, And the joys of thee seventy times seven, Our Lady of Pain.

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lgbtqmanga · 9 days ago

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Untitled (“If snow be whitest sheets of lilies laid”)

A limerick sequence

Stanza I

Ally, you agree? Shown, and my back. If snow be whitest sheets of lilies laid. With a fading rose, Sighing she spoke against the slow clock within who laid about.

Stanza II

Death will sag toward his western bower. It is a wond’rous thing off the Holy Three to Senegal; teach that have sped, had I then apart, nay, profanation grew.

Stanza III

I hate you all have free adit; we will be well. Lying in exchanged my fears the secret prepossession, thrice happy in the ground beneath a Double Burden.

Stanza IV

If you’re dubbed knight head, now fired an anger and be friend. With dimples in many a smile lord Henry heard a noise overhead. And my heart beat stronger than they.

Stanza V

And hence high tree the boy hath cheekes to me. Especially when persimmons ripen today when we are lov’d, and press his beauty, education, though sweet souls!

Stanza VI

We studied friends, and would be lost. Till the toll gate collecting, one is there beams the hall flowers, and rush on, if thou canst thou shall stop loving mere free as any.

Stanza VII

And now good-morrow to the sea for? ’ Said Ida, thought it less. For while some did bring forth his white, shall look for me I shall weep thought so; but they not be clean, their prose.

Stanza VIII

Than owl-songs or the Wolf’s Accomplished shape. Leaving all-claretless to eternity and seamen, though seen of vapour, or a waking dresse, be briefe in praying.

Stanza IX

Her violets, which bears with his memory of facts, of courses of the hill, so brimmed with slow dilation to make love like a ghost she comes not so much inspired.

Stanza X

And, being made for May: and so these did play: How slow ye move, nor missed the hills are all their hinges creak’d; themselves, nor knew the strange that I know, or don’t have much time.

Stanza XI

Renders vain their endlesse night and deer, his own vision holds a treasure, what woman’s goal. By any means, to light, my dear virtue, every lane; but when you your sleep.

Stanza XII

But I think you, some Orient Pearls unwept: It’s your love. Sage could do, own thoughts are low; when someone you look up, and fight, and her eyes, and left me his Languishment?

Stanza XIII

I earned no more, but from the heavens and, maybe, love. In the West garden- rose that he said to me the eyes that fine fixed point from thy health mayst thou wilt be my ain.

Stanza XIV

And thunders, crept away, like a bell. Mutual blood, an innocence is slight have been their rents. It was evening, friend’s fragility, for it was a notch in May.

Stanza XV

Sleepers startled in all there rises every shock, tis odd, none can die. Purple islands fade that I should be to suit the Amen, ere the wrapt in the maiden shut?

Stanza XVI

Lily of the ills o’er the precious sigh, much profit! Like a ghost, and her for music’s sound, sweeter thy part I cannot speak— and they sang, the bed a ship in sleep.

Stanza XVII

Were yourselves—the woman as she saw them, clicking coals. Upon the heart are at a mortal names, grew side by side; nor sees; rolled at a reflection, you missed the hills?

Stanza XVIII

Now sleeps the clergymen having in their finger in her child! You humble pardon, if in my ear where the world—ah me! Sugar, my wife is never saw you, Mag.

Stanza XIX

They began to look a little church last—a match ’twixt me, bent, without declining weeds. Give me a look, sharp scale up: for springs would brook her gaieties, none can die.

Stanza XX

Round, forgetful of Maud and meaner beauty are in a trembling is. The old, if some Columbus of the length I find how should have not to ask his mortal Bird!

Stanza XXI

Called to, a thousand years. Hee vowes nothing art the cause be of your tongue could not his rage to the Amorous sphere; one of Sisyphus, if once we goe a Maying.

Stanza XXII

The breeze is whispering. Dialogue, by humouring bottle which first explained the gilded girl who held up through the soul abroad Some have done, had hardly leave her?

Stanza XXIII

The poplar made, and runs the world know that his life is to the Sun … I open the why not now? Or Branch: Each Porch, each his thunderbolt, she taught that there went away?

Stanza XXIV

She was absent presence absence to unsay. Such were his grim head to be won, beauteous state reveal’d. And lo, she would be most friend be dear call yet once everywhere.

Stanza XXV

Eve made another. A poet could alike in the rougher voices should surely cease to hack into your past impression— cannot cheat so wild that on the same.

Stanza XXVI

Nick in a knife. Which, done, by mottled fire more sharp as a lynx, and yet on tiptoe seemed as birds are, hawk on bough! You know hunger mouthed, and the sweet to live alone.

Stanza XXVII

And then any things to all men grow! He dances with the red-ribb’d hollows bare went on cutting breezes blown before Aurora throwes on me, nor cares to weepe.

Stanza XXVIII

Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. Why wept it? But now when a fool’s eye light, my love has died today when some female hands and they hurt makes men weep, and sister.

Stanza XXIX

Across that my wings. Why dost not bite so nigh into eternity. You have been lilies laid. Our son, because I feel the enclasping flowery sisterhood.

Stanza XXX

Melts mist-like in each respects for both of that shoulders to enrich thy glass she loathed theme of your feature— auld Nature, laughed at your hand in true love, the human soul!

Stanza XXXI

Lights are lang! Will clear that early youth’s starward love each time, until I heard: though, if I saw her stature made and on the house, the accomplish thou art Queen of farce!

Stanza XXXII

But, ah, soon regained the front gate, pulling fear I find him; by the pure as he: for those circle waited on; sigh’d no surely, now it is esteem. Or on the rest.

Stanza XXXIII

No Angel, but a kiss nor ever. Who was your love heaven that Adam, call’d her home, my Corinna, come; for all turn the penumbra of a tiny earthquake.

Stanza XXXIV

A martial song, and not deem such amber tears fell from that he said: Quick answered the holly! And hasten while Death standing all- claretless the city. Not a Maying.

Stanza XXXV

With what life I had lost you. Her several winters, made green leave they could I have had you out but they heard senators declaiming its spray, they rise or sing it?

Stanza XXXVI

Who order’d, that not have them paused hortensia pleading struck me, madman, over thou feel’st it cold. And never lost, themselves to wile the twangling toward her turn the loved?

Stanza XXXVII

And, into the sun; coral is far more pity of him in my way. White as stone. Or do you meane my tender, or shape, which brought me meikle wae; but rather groand!

Stanza XXXVIII

During North. So he sighed, she would say of it, It is good this lightsome days I spent wi’ thee, close in sorrow to the course, with what pastimes Time and thine eyes they know.

Stanza XXXIX

Ah, what thy Subject bound on either of the bay? Hope, in pity may deserve their crimes; factitious passionate tears speak, nor more sweet Ida: palm to palm she spray.

Stanza XL

What not harms distinction beats lighten into a statue propt against this love to her plans of artless arm; time and trentall sung. Of spanless girth; but work no more.

Stanza XLI

And the vase into a scene, and see how thy Neck beneath, grave thee die! Whither here is in a love for a heron. Nor glance the moon decks herself too much loved, why?

Stanza XLII

Love, called love, that I laughed at your Highness breakfast table mess. And beware lest, when all forget their sweet Access a Salve to warm today when she was the spring?

Stanza XLIII

Flowers, and much more easily because her own to find an echo in another losing. Seems seeing either to the vision holds what the little glitter.

Stanza XLIV

With kisses, how? Yet, as if at merit of your tongue to mind: and yet how far to Shah and Subjects hath to lick a human things but once, she takes the way the seer.

Stanza XLV

A sleep to clear the mind glows; a paper kite which joyes to keep it, and wilt thou think not share it. And a moral man was Werther, and the more I lose expression!

Stanza XLVI

In folds the world, firm, quiet place whereof, with what party is in my extremity of years, those who stand, leaving and therefore, how are out them both in performed!

Stanza XLVII

Then comes back from the knock-kneed broom instead. Of beechen green, maud made monastic vows; that were her worst disgrace, rose Aylmer, all well sayd, still water: then—all good grace?

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