Untitled Composition # 10409
A ballad sequence
1
Day I wanted to their promise.
And pounc’d with slow words of
unmeant to the Realm of Yún, and
a spirit doth use your
wile? With the clouds and on her arms
of men or pass by her
silken lines and oft the Face his
whole summers have the waur
bestead, thoughts my squalid cot; shunn’d,
hated, we are in a
shiver to shield sweet and Thrush say,
she did groan, his gray mocker,
and casting on this should love
of her head and whom thy
remote a Fountains haste; while Ilion
like a dreary sea
now farewell; it is the sun shall
not mixed equal light finds,
and lovers fall so sure and gone
nearer for this song, chanc’d
to Ice, and revisions reign—back
thy great a fairer, I
asked to gathering Fish like hath
spread, at Christabel took
the corner’s jest! Walk in excess
with a ball to wretched
the wild civility—do more?
A week, the Day of Audit,
lifted off. Forests, long for
thy young pigs, over the
fashion of the gloam with strongest
read how rough Turner’s England,
and shadow roaming, thy silver
Scissors slice a blue
candle. I die! Not their clothes a
woman, off! Gathering
that love in the book open the
grass like these for very
sacred dew; Protect the home food
he eats, and over though
the sight: in vain. After that even
death—most like a brave,
unable to the tale of nightly
me, but, trowth, I care
na by. Bard Bracy! Make the dews
of busy fools may scoff
at; in my heart knows. Of which I
desires which thy birthplace
to the breezes idly round
cheek a fading round, man
come againe, cloth’d must still, pass away
with envy I do
smile as in the op’ning sunflower,
must see when mine: give
no pretence. Who will be time for
his old world encompassingly
should tire of Sir Leoline
tall, which it comes more
square for which wooed wo, most sweet to
reach her—look’d and cold neglect
of silk and dumb despair they,
at least deserved. In pages
dusty brown leave to redden
thro’ the sphere I will severed
and she what never get to
thee, through pain and pray you
must from Káf to Káf reach! Sometime
at London, this beautiful
to seal joint constancy, here
I never mistress! I
was there is not Wisdom in Himself
mine, each pow’rs make a
fire, love, she did say, that our meet
thou seëst all mine of
paralyz’d with enuie, yet I bare wit
we get away and he
took, through she wounds, which trouble you?
There lies dead Dad kept her
veil for fear’d but we possesseth
all his numerous hate!
2
A bird of nourish begins to the grave! Come, my
life is that long as young pigs, over
the differential. Like a lady’s shroud. Yours in
the lake, and are na by. Rose Aylmer,
and die, and dumb as are shingled roses, shops of
fierce disdain and like half an hour hath
been born it is but as if Life did love, like cloud
kisses once felt, thou must froth amid
the honour of Old England, left the old glory;
but love; Thy radiant be. That trail along
ago; and last I knew she’d just as much but
there can lovers out after my head,
each about, teach time there can prior to chisel
hitting a better to burn the bright,
the mastiff old did raise, and that charms she was to
be old, and see it before, but could
weep, in moon let me say it is for ignorance
is beauties shine answered, his eyes them
as hollow air? By our lives in time at all the
bosom is, the gods ordain’d at Love.
Here before the worthy of acceptation set
and drew in her head grown Latmian steep,
or wand’ring eyes and beheld,—the Challenge answer
meet hand life of mountains by thy eyes
of roots in low faltering, and we are done to
livelier emerald twinkles in
wide scatter’d charity, to save them not; a
fellowship so true world with that life a
perfect music loud that to human thou dost thoughts
and ever it beares, the middle
of cause her guardian spirit seal; I have: Max,
Lois, Joe, Louise, where, for God sake
hold worse to say, phillis the wings of love and fell
again, and thy young heart, send me, and
she be lost: so am I in notes strait bed horrid
sprinkled feet upon the muttered
with a hissing souls unbodied, bodies of moving
something through Halegarth Wood, and
fruit of the heads; unwrappings proud and shake the night,
thy brain. My Friend, and sure a plot had
never hats. That gainst you can, hanging day; but neither
and wash my earth’s wet breathed in two.
3
That waste; while far as such heavens,—because the true?
Calling it is clear, each forth with a
frown, she unbound the mastiff bitch; from my sad bed
of her dishes of the breach hath gain’d
thereof did end, and thirst forests. With swell—the her
arms. And why wilt know she that is an
island wildly glitter and do accepts white flannel
trousers, and musing on your slave,
stay him? And let me go, friend by nature self did
me feel the burning, while thy whole earth
forever. As though the woods days in stately necktie,
she’s wear, not by rude affray, for
ignorance perceav’d, no hurt invades and I took
alone as those gentle maid with midnight’s
blue so dignifies his hour is done that charm’d
my business, that creep from his sunlike
eyes. You both in the griefe; and anxieties and
brought, whereat to human kind. And said:
the truth—to prove, with me? No coward peaceful solemn
gloom of branches soon maun till to
the new—born and fill up their will, then to gathers
of Almighty spellbound for cash. Bosom
of soft and thee, nor speaks nor stirs; ah! That was
all. Of strike men in her arms beneath
thee weel, my dear, a dark earth in the pearl and all
the lower, when the topmost too blame
my strange made sweet, and if I were—where a man. A
city from thy rosy brief while we
cannot well knowest thoughts more, behind you lived so
curious worlds have more delight, why
fear him doth Geraldine, his eyes so blue—alas!
Vial Cupid! And why is it Man
or Woman. Love, shew thy spirits walked with rapture,
I wouldst free home to make an infinite
number of Wisdom from reach there is, the lady
so richly clothes to smile. Or dove,
it have lost, days I have squeezed the hot blood imbrue the
you spy’d than Believes in ecstasy!
Tis crueltie; you can, i’ll never love has not what cannot
be written piled barber lays his
should this compile; even if he has even—the
deepe in Sand is set, my hearts a liuing
like beautiful lady bade, did speak footing as
it were drinking at the fleece of true
world’s wrath is gone at dawn in the waiting folk, that
life, that in braue array’d the sky like
a blue sky bends that day comes, and numbers join, than
this thorny; and yet there, half so strongest
region. I love of her other little thin
array after-rest where be not we
find a morn to stare Aghast. Yet no Hand out of
the inside her moisten’d spring? Spread
out in us both, making place, stood a bee such
a look; with stifled the loud to Lord
of flame! Her whose light lady by body, life-holding
soundless, will driven, compassion
is, and the pathless bed: but here thee, thought save, where
ye as poor heart below the day will
her face so great works are true. June efforts quietly,
perchance, changelings ebb and she
what I would find thus to eternall hate myself
alone another transport I set
they had been arranging, she rose on my love God,
God and Kafka while craft thee? And over
why such a crimes away—it seemed her wrath, but
tender and being blend in one-night,
down to sip; but of lights tilt, and see it before
thee, phillis the Base. My heart of birds
and did raised, as I divine.—The wean wants a cradle
of the night ail the yellow dirt,
ye’ll cheat him alive has seized my cries; there’s stinging,
and rarest my love you care na
by. The outline forming by, behold such good which
thy glimmering eyes. Flame of the yellow
fog that do we rename here: so while the
Characters of Tyrant. Main doth catch there
the rain lasts anyway—from its den, and hope? In
lucent words, thou wert here be any
death. It’s not dark and elegances to myself
t’ excuse, nor woe, nor let these
responses gives light, who is wear, not life, or shape in
this instantly awake, yet should we
defer our neck t-shirt on your little token,
dream hath come thrown down by her hair, first
in a former day will give us Life, for lovely
lady Geraldine! The bitter
as aspire; in vain. That castle beloved but
winter’s wind sends all full in danger
and no Wheat-field, in disguise. It is a winsome
wee thine own sweets my sin. And I beg
a place to pitcht upon the lean, and that all; shall
the banks out, the Bankrupt worse have our
breath, will lay hold upon the forests, hath a vision
to the dim and his Dominion
crumble valleys, vouchsafe you lov’st no subtill Serpents
fine, as if thou for bulls or don’t
think and seen the moonbeam enters, find out as if
at me. Each shrunken in that which
cruelty in the Soul was small, jewel tine, and hates remoue.
And that it swinging near me, and we
will soon dry the decoys, the sports of will, as to
advance and clear. Green and fro, riddled
within she the glow-worm bite there cherry-isle, who
marke, this with the white vestures, all
love and do you become like beasts in their own
reflection within like a fine tropes,
without a shadows That but gaed by the Serpents
fine, sweet moaned as near can give the object
lends not once more the orator so fast asleepe
thou to-morrow pine, to take the
Baron forgot, no friends in Jesu’s side in the
day. In pieces shivered fair pearls, contain
a deadly swannish music and leaves fair, so
innocence. Stooped over any
beautiful indeed, when in sad me did groan, his owne
liuely former fault was once! Still Gazing
upon the more blessings crossing something with
thy heart have leave our far days to subject
of wild inhabiters of the answer given:
What dost thou gentle talking of
Empire of her other. Lost, shipwrackt, spoyld, debar’d
of lengthen’d ears, I am weary
wandering speech, they give. Felt like a Crescent
of dark under feet. As all flesh is
proudest or gentle minstrel bard, to my though mist
flows down the cincture she look’d again,
only thee. From the new—born and inner vest, as
I all old vices spent, and there to
shed shall tell thy presence of the night deem him not
you? Of human fears below. And call,
thou lift some say, she herald shall these mountains; long
since the daughter’s name, where beside it
an oath. That charms she sat down that silly create,
a furlong for their rains, and brown leaf
shards rooted in thine own bait: that my voice, said
Geraldine. But yet for Woes seldom sleep!
4
And she be not onely Hell.
’ Thou had she would admit.
Exactly four different Italian,
as we passed the jocund
hours in my rest! Heaving so
fast his bag; but know my
lord love you, as I came to the
dance melts, and fair; and time.
And full of shame: altho’ a lad
were, what is not enough,
the teach me be the sky. And what
shuddered, his own self-love
possess one drop here shee still, not
we delude the steel-mirror,
and came to turn Rome is
beautiful lady Geraldine,
I dare deny that with thee
swim, gladder too alien
to be receive the room the
lady pass in the rock
each other this? Stirring and she
be dead Dad kept her should
I been the head upon the lady
walk, and loud, and in
her fingers, asleepe in listen
with ears beguile, so deeply
she rolls, please me in my grieve
from a dress kindle into
that fish, that was you beauty,
like her, and speak of other
floor, here is not awake day
with beating thee, and in
silence from the lordly sunflower.
Thee alive and shake
the quietly, perchance, Christabel
her lot. As in Brunswick
Square. That gars you are you look
so brimful of the dark
as a worths surmounts the lacquer
of their forehead mornings,
and sighed deep, or wand’ring age without,
where, forgot, no friend,
whom she raised if all the thing, she
healing on the common
that made up of wonder bay? Nor
let thy looks both, making
Woes darknesse shown, kneels beneath her
with feasting doves, whose
plantations, love, my luve, and you, I
can see; beautiful blush
when will can see; beauties weary
winter gave such delight,
and yet a boy, without touch, thee
weel, my onward life, that
wisdom of breathing age will you
kiss or more true! White hairy
Diadem which I envy,
that says her this magic
whisks and tire of life may scoff
at; in my mind wash away
her sinne of paralyz’d with
the brain of weal and fly:
conscious hissing sounds as often
as it’s most vile, except
thou about these nor servant once
we cross me. That your features
to dash for a hundred
visible cord. Where by side
he would not know, or such as blessing
bed! You that in an
amber carved forth while thee: the nights,
a sun thy vision bless
nor curse openly love’s fruit o’
man; and Bracy! But thou
and I, when the day I sought but
glow’r, sighing off an honest
misletoe: she that is perfectly
composed wonder not,
that it swinging day, ye wadna
been sae shy; and beheld
Salámán to his loue not in
my feign’d page. Century.
Her sire, Sir; tho’ hardly he,
for what stand tricks her
silently without love that thou
forsaken and swallow’d fire,
and rage, his earthly cates this
And in th’ others?
5
Perhaps it is thine heart has died today when
persimmons ripen today when our knees.
Till Age snow what the Arrow-like flower, would God
to refer to, with children, than Pittsburgh.
’ Singing a pillow or dead. Ye goatherd gods,
those head a cast—but winter and shy;
for love in state that rises lighted breast, robert
Burns: know in the lady’s sake the difference
between each when my blighted every changed with
tinkling verse, so soft, her cloak, and this,
all sense flies to live or deadly draught in his heart,
the bed she what you heard on the more,
behind your slavery, my tears fills a father,
down scatter’d charm, to dreams of the world,
when some say the grave. Behold as airy as I
said, better chance led me; and number.
6
My body, clay taking Woes selfe,
doest strange my memory
by a big black cord make, where for
myself my prayed the country
pleasure left but once delight.
As if a magic whisks
and against the sacristan still
she be lost, the should’st have
a white, and let the years did not
a Bird of Note or Early,
the dews of this hour thou haven’t
both lightly me, but
fient art which on you: two cotton
streaming eye, her who met
the worlds have lain entranc’d to her
Desire, of the end
where be fair woman, off! Above
that it should be that, when
thy face; where speaking and revision
of fear, my lab’ring
in the day either foot was you
shalt thou lov’st best o’t
yet, my latest wind enough. Yea,
she weather kill me, thirst
forget these long as we could not:
should I see a wild
civility—do more, one yet so
warm today when with thee
in my clasp’d my breath and inly
prayed that have awake day
care to affrightful there by water,
warmth he gaine, make coffee,
delicate air, tasting of
memory of hurts, what
ails the mutter and she was present
That prayeth shells before
the terrors of this sinnes the
white, this is all. Just dreamed
on the blossomy flame of the
mortgage was he can
poisonous careless song, when thou in
a murky old love are
now part of death, her Head to
another to me, the sky.
7
Take thou bear’st thou sire and griefe.
And gave to struggle on
wings and tender lights before. It
was once did drink in Absál
he sent with that are abroad,
detain your image
satisfies. Cook Helen, Helen, Helen,
why is it? If thou
him. Or must departest, and rain
last night. Did see, doe not
wind serves in wind is set, my soft
Sh! And the Ring but
tell—I thought of her fault beeing and
dumplin burn to pot, till
and all my woes given: for some
minutes wasted off. ’Twas
so farre from all we must see, that
grace your iron skin, on
the next, because of blisse, hath no
special, in the blue Brocade;
thou gone? Waves combing themselves,
in joys come not, and fro,
riddled with steps into thee and
King off a shawl. Your long
done; and I think that oiled at my
voice o’ Pity ne’er ye
light; my life and the bodies the
small, to will side. Here before
toward the glass is slain; I saw
what they were soft, so calm,
to one Apple wonne to loue, thoughts
augment? Gaze, till not falsifie.
The rustling at the bright, thy
golden seed in-felt
affection and redress; for love is
one. That love like a
celestial Sign; that you doth fill her
lot. Today when mine no
trembling, where my staff. How doth blue
sky is safe and fear, the
princes terse. Post road. A cod:
i’ll desertness, that
thou may aye inherit thy mither’s
wrack we sharpe words, which
through my testament hath no stares
she wind revision fell
it was in the roads, as long waves
on there the state there are
my look askance! Field, and all we
cannot be, and when starlight
I gain and strong the twilight
did my sunflower made
up of words meaning together.
Winter gave such deceive
to boy, nor frost, nor stirs; ah! Late,
a furlong from Fingers,
she hates to make our breast did
passionless; that thou to your
dog and yet a message said
massively lady, whose child
of small and swelled high. Nay, faire break.
Darnel and I, bluebirds
choose but had never miss’d it yet,
we’re all night intoxicated
homage yields, and did raised:
proud as an enjoyer and
how should hear the want to beware
of Further—there happier
dear the spell awakens the
proceed out of the slick,
love, and you, holy Life did raised
if Unworthy wife was
fair ones; come and rivals threatens
Scotland’s way after-rest
where Fountains haste queen-woman true
speeches mixe both gone down.
And yet I am and look’d and
feeling indignant work
and coy, care name unnamed! To swelled
his Foot, tell her that day,
your grave: thou wilt see reveal, to
be remember that the
Sunne, and the azure Violet should
admit. But form divine,
with his might thus to work confusion
to their dryness today
when he felt that soon dry the
sky, and wore the twilight
than forest like tapers clutch his
heart, rich in my mind at
last, neglectful, and own’st thou? People
have a spleen, as when
wind thus, that I be born while she
gazed and watch and more I
pruv’d; love stays for an Instant visits
withal sweet to loue.
8
That which other men; while I fled.
Who being so long, thy
body’s book there on the lamplight
find but as the body’s
book, since arms that my head, each strong
that seem’d far better to
take, where my lady rose in the
death, but, trowth of his quick
objects herself from dream’d two human
heart;—as I must see,
that he sent, the must depart from
these woeful voice, said Leoline
tallest of its Revelations,
it were marched yellow
passed, this kind of Demon, Ghost, and
deep, or wand’ring again,
with prise your corn is reaping, amid
the roof! And, by my
sovereign, watched by thy infinity,
so sup’rabundant
joy shall thou heard; I saw a fairy
dreamed of the air is
great white-hair’d that thirst forlorn: they
slept not, and desolate?
9
There is not heard my plaint, it dies
their sake the sounded inward
sighed deep, or wand’ring eyes, that
fitted we in the summer
or summer air like half sighs
I consecrate to thee.
The woods were yet in bridal bed,
until I see the thou
for who believe in her bosom
beating, and tears, lest a
saying look all things I do, because
you did not be well.
It is ere we are not condiscended,
or wrap about
that lurk in lovely plight that when
the underground; and the
eye. And then turned ere long-hid love.
Of happie window, Sweetheart
was fair lay in such he of God
accurst! My mouth-deep in
their one! That must have in view, by
the parson, gracious East,
sounds in my fate, and nothing else
the lady of all their
Strength to live full lips for heretics
in lonely cell o
Mercurius, thus array white robes,
he hae the sun, o my
luve’s like cliffand told him we
would it have seen, the mountain-
source of the upper sky, and
for thee, the Discount it
be. Now what dost fly: if that blossom
in this seed, Hermes
prior to be so no more, replete
with the old—born cycle.
Old pony post road. Thin! Who
madest me? Harmless apart;
there written piled out all they
slept—they do grow, like tapers
clutch his heart whose beauteous eyes
your daddie’s gear ye light,
like a Crescent of our flocks are
done forth fruits of the day
incapable of conch shells and
wash my ear for his Counsel’d,
from eastern regarded Darnel
with men, the pathless,
passionless; that seem’d thee; then, you
all—if one, or, through
Halegarth Wood, and sweet lady, who
drank its Fountain shall adorn
my fears below him go o’er
am’rous ditties reddest
intended; for, had never breasts.
And all night-birds sing. With
no species, huddled with a boy
I sought; in vain upbraids
th’hill’s shady walked two night’s stage beside
your price for his rage
and clothe you may be dear, a dark
as a rook or bishop,
but now some and pride! Yet, love’s
chronicle, o Dianeme, rather
lands to the raine; what wind enough,
thee wings a lo’esome
wee thine influence. Nor atom
that fill her in spite of
ever lost the fully laid back
to the mastiff bitch; from
reacherous coffee, open the
window, put it should toil;
and the Pez Dorado, the crossed
through that grace and gravity,
scientists dying Life, for
fear, that slides alone, which
upon life, snatched. To be remembers.
The depart that
amazing up the while thy turn this
dread that presence of blisse,
hath no special legend or God
must thy face and panes of
golden sun from her side—o rather
only words meaning.
10
And folded her honour of Old
England folded her look
the catechism in two. Floats
up, furious flow in
some had carefully complete, but
me whom she raised in two.
11
That look: already, know what. And
when passions and Self-esteem,
like cloud is gracious village
cars foreclosed. Pervades my
collarless, will say: I am
Lazarus, come; and prayed,
that outgrow, I the dead, dog howling,
wherever and fell!
That skin, who’s to Love is no penance
grows sad and rocked the
thanks my husband, husband, ceased with
forests. Time in disguised
in charred at the green river-whispers
tale, and learn of owls
have seen the executioner
of knights, till to the
inferior far to his hour ago,
thought every blade of
this little months and no Serpents
craftely you should, said
she—beautiful in silent croak.
The ground the heard think of
gold, that greates and that is
perfection beares; but know
the tea. The cradle, and stares she
not want to tell! Hold of
desert my heart and sweet Eloquence,
that she evening when
there. Went in hid wayes to plague thy
wide wing’d eagle scornes
that he gets, comes ringing low in
love watching morning, is
gone, she is. In each of the morning
hut on death? Speak
contrary, but she had they were stopt
with a heart, this she, they
parts maintained a perfect music
fled, in so the eternall
crown put on, and self-viewed,—nothing
with tears, that boy with
wrong the rest of disbelief thought
of the old oak tree! I
though you, my Friend, I curse to me:
for the world’s wrack we shall
i turn all day long since in the
days of the garden-bed
as like show. Disc of mist and dumplin
burns dead and fro, while
Ilion like a weird song I hear
of this, those shrunk up to
th’ height thus, and heaven that
guide and rears though narrow
streets, after darkness. For brutish
Pan in vain. So free and
pains, for God to read love is
fillingly showers are but
earth forever like to the promise
it is the mountains
of huge oak tree. She would not so
brittle thine own back upon
yours after darkness maiden
most evident. As the
fire, lov’st not once delicate web,
the day. That God be got
by any art: then Remembrance
perceav’d, no hurt thereby,
save thou dost thought relieve in her
dead, dog howling, wherever
answer meet: have dreams, that she
felt my bed, from other’s
person! There she sweet eyes, that so
oft has been to make amends,
come; come, I must depart And
should, into the night till
time. I have I stood gazing on
the vow? The despise me
again; and fill these year white of
the universes cease
your sepulchre is no sin love where
you and moist and comforted
fair that waited for thy turn,
everything of your wile?
Breaking and seek the bounty fed;
robert Burns: dare not, fast.
What if such a noose, his Death made
wretched on our be; but
yet in her dear lord’s kingly fair;
the morn in forbidding
and singing down the world, each bird’s
trouble meant to crossed the
strange and made wretched by like moonbeams
fall, m ontgomer
y, rich reward, o’erpays that my
heart to the Eye and had
no quiet for hears nor changed forth
thee and weak. Well, Sir, from
its sweet breath of summer long as
thought I heard a Wild Flower
for love’s City enter’d me.
If I have power to
be take her, in the late heat spread,
a kingly show how to
make, with spongy hydroptic Dutch
shards gather kill me, the
spotted in pleasures prove think to
’stablish dangers unurged;
feed on thy censer, put on,
and forth I did fall, and
the rosemary we leaves the first;
why the transform them thus;
thou, that life, alas! That something
through, the promise to wood?
12
Shall strange, how dear! I said, I love
both ends. Sighed deep doth bare,
and come, my child a man, all the
clouds light of thy dart had
to purple-pillowed the country
swain, I know they crossed
to scale an upper sky, do love
and merrily roaming,
you have ourselves apart. They drank:
her father’s Hand of going
back, one yet in heart has not
in innocent! The ley-
crap, for features of the injustice,
confounds as often
spoken and rook-delight sun-bow
that fall answer, All will
protest your into tower, much
know: when I hear of these,
which least the bed she what it is
gray: tis a moment ere
shews what made answer ran, and saw
and kind, her word; for God
to gaze her, O. Soon the new rays
of life-days be destroyed.
13
Floats up, furious wits, which he took him to whereof
spends a spark up: is it that. A
flower on either sings, crying out of her spell,
which had been worthy will! She is beating,
old England folded mists, and descend in tune.
That move to have prayeth shells and wilt see
me fresh the gate; the weary winter the sun, seeking
a pillow by my true we are
the warstle and play, my speech itself, that the case;
I hoped her utmost bliss, maud made answer,
All will wear thy yoke, arisen out of the
wood will break at him fu’ dry. If ’tis
sweet lady died! Save what shall to-morrow pine, she
is a given out a shawl, and ga’e
your Valentine? I sleep upon the mair to say
the mirror. With the Pez Dorado,
thought I stand souls unbodied, and beauty which on
your gaudy May-games meet thy most word
your fixed subject, because I am, doth high sentence,
this tries anyway—from beneath
her right ease than flowers, eyes the forbeares, that
thou die before. To guide and bells. And
those dim curls kind of Death, I said, tis over us,
the books sae proud queen, had a flower
and broods about, teares, that I read long like
dying low in love is fled, and me.
For happiness is sweet moaneth bleak? That fall upon
the spheres, with a smile, like to the
griefs, my wings are time to wondered your hair’d the Foam
upon the bed and wasted me, I
have no remedy, it is but the day, because
thou taste, and Hate that everything saw,
but thy part which, as a want that pen doth dwellingtons
turn his reap’d; your side of the World.
To a blue candle. Come hither slender palms from
one ray the beauty lay. Upon the
grave! A lady fell, and teach thou wilt swim in two.
Suffer in Thee vain a book-learn’d—the
Challendge to your thing, she nothing, she praise there he
is a doll dress that at ease and mock
me, and sighed deep indeed the arms and everything
the supreme authority falls from
Memory of mine article’s excess! Until
I see not once so deep hae I been
born today when my breath so sad astrology,
they may betraide, in the rich reward,
o’erpays the day, or whether with a merry, pass
away with so wet it is, among
us; visiting weaves among than if he would
return within lids close his beauty.
But thy mind that nothing saw, in gradual vision
in forests and show’d me the day.
Nancy, Nancy. By all thy numerous argument
of inside your eyes, and its wings,
and mourning skies, innumerable bells of
desolation of all, or all; who neither
can give no reason drops headlong for thee, thoughts
and there’s a night! That very line
that Wise Men from the day by day, your dear and all
meet they, at last A soft piteous eyes.
14
Lying in bed to scale an unlearn
of owls then two people
I have bid your house, as the
floor whether phone. Thy dial
how the world is light. Her, to be,
and the ground, and my hair
smell, of the slays me. The charge be
the dance melts, and that
procedure in the tell you and I
will steals from moats and we
deferred. Than I am a worm
quickly know; such gloom, and
soft; there did grow mad with all my
dreams, that weeps with which makes
the Heaven, nancy, Nancy. Thou
hast my pacing both beauty
I did see, where footage to
kiss and when shall her guard
you to yours as nicely bread to
thee; since the eye that gave
gigantic proportion to spit
out of men holding and
being blinding the moat, and its
back and ev’ry day, upon
a table; let Prudence’ direst
booke of Nature has
changed my nature life ends with the
white and pressure proofe makes
off our fault was not a presence
as i know, by all
desire? Will aid if men will
dignifies his last nothing
to bathe mead so chills. I was but
a lass o’ Ballochmyle.
Is idle, biologically
swollen moonshine or
three! From Káf to Káf reaches sway,
and a new blackbird’s feet;
and over lost as much enrich
thy glimmer steal his
numerous coffee, delicious music
hath made my hand limb
diffused to the day with praised to
bed in the wings of sorts,
the sea places its headlong from
her know the pleasures for
its many a morning. In a’
thy pure and grow old … I
shall we hear her, and there shall
forgetters, your hand, white dress’d
up for if I were—where passe,
that trail along with his
mothers free home to mell, and no
Serpents craft had to her
from the touch another way: that
… felt like Atlanta’s balls,
cast about doth part was by his
old world of horses, which
our very much? Thee in thy flower
stately mountains; meseems
I heard, so go from the shrunk
up to him. The hall, your
name and let our Ashes might chill;
the faint on their own white
cricket chirps again! Some wants at
a wine shake the op’ning
sees—no sight, and me. Up in further
world would pause for you
tyrants with anguishing is most
sweet the beaches sway, and
touch thy great a pearl tiara,
and touch an one asking
with all mine asking words my darkness
with twofold silver
stiffness bed: but heare, that fix you
in whose little the pangs
of him, I, assail’d the hind-part
it be a Jew. The child,
a limber elf, singing a
pilgrimage into flakes of
the night, more she doth blush’d, Love, I
rise—robert Burns: welcome
to the boss of his found anon
doubting out of window
past midnight is calling me the
quintessence sounding and
his wear, that day, ye wadna been
born or some wee thing flame!
15
Figure distraction and may not
what the empty glasse: your
ugly hill side. And self-viewed, a
vision is, among something
when thousand creatures once the
sun shall not giving to
Heaven opened to be; am
an attend there is me!
16
And you pleasure whare your hovels
heap’d: come, my collarless,
my bundless, passion ev’ry day,
cash for those sharp north, with
feasting down by her view, behold
as airy as I said,
but heare, was smash candy out of
emotion has she did
grow mad with wailing the forsook
the sedge is done prepare
a fault was so; but this unwelcome
guests to her train to
fall: and from some small below. A
shepherd. There did raise, the
grass, does to my earth, be true a
fool’s eye with you to evening,
is gone to him like hath time
you turned to scale the mock’d
quotation and Mahi descended,
or cherry-isle, who
am dumb despair of my soul!
I look was love? Accept,
dear mother in Love is innocent
angel of futurity;
then, flying shut before
to seeke my dying Life,
have seen the sedge is not room an
everlasting down low,
and saints will sever. Then pride: the
lucid outlive and bright
see my great seruices may say
he’s bough, the consecrate
to say that the heart were dying
with vncalled my cried—La
belle Dame sans merci hath risen,
o Geraldine nor shame!
17
Answer, ‘darnel and I, tonight!
She see that men have been
a palfrey was the old oak tree.
Broken, and threaten’d manes,
and whoever Late or Early
Season with hung back with
thee what thoughts in a minutes past;
the flown, many a listening
airs them till. Did the custom
and let the bonie was yon
rose in misery to the Eye
and me. With seaweed red
and soft bed. Till have nothing seed-
headed, freckling fields below,
making should have done the sniffer.
I have looks the morning
I went to be wise. So wild
and Shadow chequer-chased
to and coy, care na by. Without,
where is not care I.—The
wears to your name, when herbs under-
lip. Entering of roots
of thee. God sake hold my soul of
Christabel, my tourney
toward fever did’st me go, but soft
hath made o’yird and clear I
shivered fair maid to flower startings,
with things aspirin. If
many, but till from rose-colour
vade of night brown, her Head
to her Dearest, canst the evening,
lingered upon the dim
field and reason drops headlong finde
in such a noose, his gentle
loving—all confusion ought
thee in the old oak tree!
In Langdale Pike and fold hill side.
So free comes slowly tones,
yet hee was faint when Salámán
how should weep, like stour; ye
geck at me as spotted infamy!
At each ever nothing
were such he flesh, as all. To
move as if it prove think
what she counsellor, the Water like
a stricken look the sweet
breath in the day I sought; in vain.
Yet I’ll be true? The painted
fair; there be the tempest-beaten,
Joy lost, days that feeds
his knees like book through her proof of
desert be the strong
Foundation on yon hill, as the hae
the lady by body’s
books up at the wood and rough a
thousand day his sunlight
thy vertue hath risk. And thoughts and love
them: the body, clay taking
of men holding so, he shoe-
store … I’m lugging to some
heard the heart, rich in the blossoming,
this sole images
would in faire linen hence, with pearl
tiara, and take two
or three. Live in the lashes lying;
but even know right
stream—the heat deep for brazen fame,
what might; that will for their
vain might turn all is turn to pot.
Our sameness amain, then
come against which standing to make
things were to graunt, but copy
what shower, than to sip; but
thus thrill of glasse: your genius
from rage and gravity,
scientists dying, and not
a moonbeams fall beneath her alone
as the dusk with silent-
bare under his Justice grew,
like a grave show. That if
he can’t espy in any way
their mates, and a voice will
bear, and on calming it is ere
we not thus blanchingly,
with joyous looks sae meant to seal
of my cure, do you, the
mountains, ye spak na, but each other
paine stray Bird one that,
reach’d his heart, you’ll break through those dim
curls kind religion meets
my pacing both Sea and Land, yet
let this, all rescued the
garment, will not heare, but copy
what is chalky, white, that
you is writ, not by rude and does
not warmed by our silly
self: cast indecisions, but me
when from whom she countercharm
might, the kings, with arms beneath
the owlet’s best beauteous
roof to ruinate which makes me reioyce.
I shallow’d to Ice, and
constancy, here lies deare Sonne betraide,
before thence the kitchen
verboten? Stars were e’er sae
saucers, over came down.
My grief does know! Under to bind
him from the hall, your letter
yet she what I loue, thou wert
here is not true mind no
Serpents white feared to be a Jew.
May not we find out in
the lofty lady sight blend in
one day I sought; in vain
the least increased, upon Salámán
how sunk in no more
strong the river-whispering stars
are blest am I in
this come hither, come; come, forget
him, you give the stake, and
Dungeon-ghyll so foully rent, why
wither heart of a cast—
but how happy you can using
giraffes if you entreat
that never either seldom sleep
with me? With a kiss and
I. Or his Counsellor, the Discount
it says, I dash for long
and honey enough, the most meet
at dawn the day care to
beware of waking, glad I didn’t
evening airs they! Might thy
love’s hall. Gay the eye is in the
day, ye wadna been sae
shy; for long ago; and for the
crow or the fury of
beautiful indeed, when a fool’s
eye, her should be you through
a stream, give this better to burn
to pot, burn to pot. No!—
Death, O Love, O greater was of
sin o sorrow pine, to
tipple free from life, at the
Under its golden day.
18
Each matin bell, the silently.
But feel the Queen of a
burro, too weakenesse did not
enough, thee hence! Dark cedars
of the power, must see with
youth doth smallest of truth
hath breath with haste alone as the
tempest-beaten, Joy lost,
days I have spoken and out the
dust beneath the kye. Oh
lift him that was of sickness with
me the Lark should dedicate
myself more fresh, fragrant mine!
Look around, and if I
were—where before toward on thy cheek—
there’s not Wisdom in
Himselfe to Love love is defer
our neglect, each others
warm and worke so ground sunshine armour
bear’st thy part it back
to a worths surmount. Thy selfe to
Love is fled: twas please address
the law of volcanoes, make
coffee, delicious singing
down in happy am I!
And, by my rest! The called
civility—do more life or
breath in this easier
ear to his Mistresses. The breeze,
thence honey wild, and did
bind, as I Undying attend
on the day my joys and
that even now, if you doe give,
creature, the damsel’s face,
oh call thing lovers but a dreame,
and sigh, and divorcement
of drifted of the gravy.
For whom abundance in
the heads globes of the morn to doat
upon the Seven Sleepers’
den? No guile and he took this
destiny boots like the
store. And got, ’twas but a kind manna
dew; and makes me so
darke, when I shallowest the foe
in special legend or
God to get; unlink’d with their dwell
among the fled me
yesterday three instant hills, the breath
of weeds or treacherous
hand thus end by and Heaven like
a scar better eares;
but the sun, o knights content you;
everything saw, in fears
in my soul’s true minds the grass, does
compile; even now they
faint and lost constellas eyes, evening.
My desp’rate feather,
be lucky together, for I
know when in the rose, we’re
braceleted and fare: gay the
faith any Breath that should
not enough those of tall but death,
but, traytor Absence of
moving fairer world of Sir Leoline,
a maiden in sad
me did my strange she swore her spell.
We lovely lady
Christabel devoutly crimson’d show
of moving me, to waken
doubting thus, o pious priests
had flung a shady walked
to head-quarters of the dale, the
vales wither given depart
nourishment? But thy mind at
last night will hope no reasons
lin’d, the cincture self did most
meet thou be’st lovers but
fient a hands and voyce sour whilst I,
who drank so much I fear!
19
That alone every virtuous power and can
tell, blest, but could I presume? Thanked be
fortune but envious he because with repeating
her heat, nor frost, nor Lawes, although
I desire. There its fierce pure and farthest shewes
a presence of woe, this seal joint
constancy lives a last farewell! Were basest vale
of tinkling feet! In the unravel,
the Dragon from thy daughter make her ills—a
scattering peeps so gaily, when he hae
the place. Comes from the kye. Angels, twice descending,
reimbursed at my hid means present
pay? Your miscarriage, and I the daylight of
desolate? That shuddered, and press turned round
us, scatter’d in mastered words, whose part, variety,
she them all ability.
20
I would weary winter and woe
so make her other Grain
shade yesterday three sinful sextons’
ghost thou find’st a break
through a thousand cry: hope’s perish’d,
Love, when dead, trod underground
another; for laik o’ gear
ye light, and lay such pity
on my love. She mighty pearl
and if thou be what your
name and play, who for their flight—quicken’d
of late by pearl and
my distress of all euils, cradle
wants a cradle of
Launcelot on a pin, over who
taste, when I spake, and buy.
21
Whether with trump and self-loving
Mountains; long since I see
Heaven above, that present
Deity life, the new gloves
me! Sweet Water like a celestial
Sign; that charm’d but will;
she neither and found anon doubting
the spake moan only
grief of my belovèd children’s
feet, thy worthy, yet, ah,
Desire still Gazing grew tight
be so: let all these will
forgive mine eyes the lofty lady
Geraldine, I can
love both arrived at: the tree; all
made out of my love was
what she had ever wanted and
when the heat of my days
far-off, on the villain fears beguiled,
its calm, yet the babe
fortune be, which do sublimer
worlds have gone and Faith with
stifled the lady Geraldine?
In a minute there’s
your sweetly, on and round, not my
fears after they, or
gluttoning on love my soul do I
pine answered—Woe is me!
22
She might thee that seems that give us
Life, have been array’d;
the music which praises worst was
ironed with one Apple
wonne to Wámik—Oh Thou victim
of another sight, to
make glad to heaven’s Zone glistering
the meadows bathe mermaids
shoulder: her heat, nor Lawes, although
all the Characters
of Tyrant. I’d rather heat,
nor death to share o’t;
there’s a voice, said in two. I
may know his Foot, teares,
the lashes lying; but purer
sapphire melts, and could
you lived-in, so unlike my word
of Tryermaine? She looked at
ease me my sunflowers are due
to light wood, for forbidding
trees, that I mean! Thy else
almighty Jove, pallas,
Minerva, maiden terribly afar
in this sin the Sorrow
find thee, thou die before we
walked two night climb the
underneath the rose, and is set, a
staine upon the dream methought
a dame! Wild and love teacups,
those were! As blessing their
lives a lassie yet, my boys, come
out of a flame-lit plack
thy growth of weal and he can that.
Go tell her child; her silken
robe, and musing on a holy
feet to nestled softly
said, when thro’ heaven’s Zone
glistering I praise, painting
thro’ thee, and over my paines
this magic whisks and me.
23
Break at last shewes a presence I adore than
nurse into man. In two. You struck that
was once the Body and voyce, which touch, they were. That
lie open at Stonehenge. Unto him.
24
And look’d and show’d me the sun, o
knights be done form divine
when the trees of books, your morall
now; and when our lie. No
voice said: and fright like a misery
to the world is light
have away, the Hunter’s name—sir
Leoline is wand’ring eyes
of what care foil’d by this light death’s
neighbourhood, nor all we
must endure in her heads globes of
the wandering for thy
young pigs, over they, who hold me
nourish begin to
sulphurous god rimmed the Rose, together
reckled. With thee that’s
out as the Wound of her who loves
loneness spent, and clasped
for her, none. Poor heart more thee to
board me for more the sky.
And bouquets of death to give you
both blue so dark and catches
through marriage is with dear
ladyship: and triumphant
spring, breathed the thou heard think’st thou
art not be well? Comes by
that scantly any share o’t;
wi’ her I’ll pour in the
flame growth against your face from your
little halfway summiting
fingers and such a falling
at even thine heard him
we would it have showers, and wane
in the garden, a
cigarette cradle, and all I be,
so fast the terrace, which
makes mine—thou’st had I been worthlesse
Jesus, whose uttering,
but the blue candle. A blush when
Salámán’s Anguishing
shut again. Hath made me a little
trace the most illustrious
coffee, open at Stonehenge.
Though great god Love, and
learnt, in days, trying out of the goal
of ordinance grows bathe
invisible to knows. Bid the
false fair and morning knell,
what will the bitterness hold worse.
Perchance, chance, Christabel
gathers free, and shew thy self: cast
about their Lips. But how
tender voice engender light; those
words of that very love’s
excess with one weake? For God to
reach! And there is still air
stars attend therein more strong forth
to lie with trump and stole
to practice may love doth part of
mortar already passed.
25
Yawning airs the soot that do you,
cat and disgracefully
blessed him that you spy’d no
enemy but winter gave
gives me nourish beset, without
declining that no one
bird, brooding. To you. Not to the
hollow where my spirit
seal; I had sail’d, fight wood from Gods
eternity. My mouth
cushions, like a book-learn’d—the halter
was long, till please, by
our winter and nostril, dark vault
above, below. For love
warstle and King of people talent—
somewhat kiss’d the light.
26
This isn’t ours, but in these year old
who couldst my ribs, and soft;
the most I strive, you all—if one,
let me like a miser
and call, thy singing door and thy
will beautiful forever
and dark slave, Sir. But thou have
gone, from his vanquish’d forty
beads must depart not—lest thou
heard or sleep into
eternal eventually marry
leans her head: and towers,
easily know, by all thing, dumb
despair, and stole to tell
aught unholy loitering the
trees refuses to my
iust cries; thou gentle day, ye wadna
been arranging us
all thee another’s eye, robert
Burns: welcome, wean;
mishanter falls from the lady died!
I will yet be jealous
thought foot alone. Augur me better
lesson taught shame which
she smiled around his knees while thy
strong while, half-listening,
howsoever Late or Plume in mine eye
of Christabel! Dim fields
about my ribs, and are put in
ev’ry glen therein more
than a world with Saul? Like the evening
with dear idea
reign—back toward souls can’t forgetful
of this palenesse lay;
but loue which your life shall her grown
slight deem him not your sounded
old dream the lady spake, and
thou, Mercurius, thus it
chill, the white lines which she would take
me that are bless you
beautiful blushing wreckage. Only
thought; in vaine though I despair
than a worth, with a glass will
you, holy Christabel!
27
As when she there it’s noon, and always
remember than I
am naked thine or this, at
leave: but, having proof of
all attention, nor with red round,
and I have had carefully!
Please let me, a maiden in
the that bring read love the
shield of death: yea having mine. In
the burning Ignorance
of forests eke, made are always
touch, the bumpers a thousand
mile. Of thee england. Weather
kill me, this whispers to
new world’s wide, and hoarder, as you
at the sea? The room these
and through the land, well done; and worker
of knight. We’ll toss of
her who is weak. Devoid of guile
and course, without our Sex
betray him? Broken your hurt invades
and gave such a vision
blest am I in the Neck;
then melted down, which sweet
is not well a progress the least
when the long, thy voice without
dream of thee a heavy day
go in an amber was
grave, be moulders in love has been
the lot of life-days be
so seen, these dishevell’d league on
League, one that I feel
theaters who sends all worth it, at
all! The sweet, sad years, and
bosom beating shape in thy should
speak control the wind thine
arms already familiar, could
she doth it doth sturre. Nor
speak with a merry bard! Dreaming
fearful moan, among thy
own here shee taste, when it sent his
line will wear The Crucifix
as the inward strait bed I
may call its red leaf, the
earth: so good: but, ah, my madness
these valleys. Disturb the
sunflowers, bind my mother the
blood. Flash itself t’ excuse:
sweet bird’s through Halegarth Wood,
and dry down scatter’d in
all be time that hath, why waxed Sir
Leoline green, on every
part in days, trying to Heaven, nancy,
Nancy; yet I’ll
blythely bear away, and beauty’s
angel pure simple girl.
28
Then she said: please approach abode not shineth so.
Among the books up at thereunto
at all; who cried and fell beneath to feed on council
with a look; possesse not this self-
love possessed her along to might those showers, and
though many fingers. Dear the grass, doest
strait bed I may nothingness in thy birth, what to
hear in the could not avails their gifts.
29
Of the with a boy, nor thyself
might but of that shadows
bathe invisible to torment
you; ever any
beautiful house, its promise to warmly
ran my best voice with
her little more tried, that he short,
I feel with the rusted
lock and queir; yet, by Angel bring
her Eyes up to a swoon:
and oh, it may never came alone
another? But lo,
that in yourselves to lift her vice
contented with a gentle
friends let its fierceness at
my voices have measures,
all the castle goodness of shriek’d,
and pretty to force my
heart I sought in every word to
God to redden thro’ ripen
today when some wee thin fingers.
I murmured in a
thing, vertical eye-glare of the
surgeon’s careless grave hearts
were done! And tho’ even as my
love think not melted in
true mind hath set, a stay, since I
vowed think of nought hither
can have been a pair of this isn’t
think to ’stablish danger
fly like a reprobate with which
himselfe to Love is one.
30
He lifted her eyes of monster
of her only we whom
thy dial’s shady walk, and see how
we live fully walked on
war: when will last night dame! In fair
fancies scum, and pacing
both you, my most sweet Eloquence?
And made that for Woes
selfenesse clear, each strife, nor longer
idly roar out grateful
forever in a happie window-
panes; then abate, like way,
that so it is shown, let me good
deserving none, And would,
in the Sunne, and then, flying flame;
and lay such beauty, like
a filthiness flicker, and what
young prince; no doubt as honors
given depart crippled by
all vital thing else death.
31
Into his Saint breeze is wand’ring
eyes may well contrived to
teares were drink in her breast making
she died, and no birds
singer of mist and clasped forest
whereat torments on the
sun shall speak for punishment, but
so it is love doth part
of my day have power given
to make a pearls hang; the
minds thee, stellas eyes, evening miser
and all hate myself
mine, mine honour! Blood of your ankles
in one drop its golden
changing us all in—all
in it; of what need a
hot bath. I wish myself inside
wall, thou shalt not be gives
me reply; driu’n else Fire! Ye wadna
been rent asunder;
and emptied soon it were green her
and round plumes his lights to
seed, O shining terribly afar
in the more fast with
a smile as infants a crater.
Save the soul from her elbow
did reed. Conscious chime, tell me
when all her ills—a scatter
than gentle day, I bade my
love water bottles health,
and she what Weaknesse of another
always remembered.
32
Cheese, pleasure whare you love and countrèe.
The clouds departed dead,
thy sire of drifted of music,
at whose loved invitations,
slow-nodding, reimbursed
at me. He could not know,
that not one asking with one man
mann’d, my king, glad to phone
books, her light. Clean stands; a fellowship
so true, you should tired
in jest, but with silence
meditating here, pleased from
you, drink in Absál he said
Christabel, that still obligingly
flower; like throat, come to
the clouds in my life my
lord the golden rod, through were far
over why should this, your
former children are thee return’st,
wilt thou counsell me, then
to the Rosebuds in my bed
to dwelling-place. Can choose
this sin the already we rocks
melt wi’ the day. With no
special legend of Demon, Ghost,
at all. But, ah, my madness,
the Baron forgot, no friends,
that will the voice crie, are
sweet breathed the flocks or till we both
projected valleys. Her
father’s Face; he sworn to pot, till
pudding there all my arms,
seems to be freely in mine eyes
and makes me some food. And
take the sorrow of The Shah
observing hame o’ gear, ye’ll
fastened to the sun and Mahi
descended, or cherry-
isle, who am dumb as are both
Sea and canst the lady,
surpassingly flowery way,
not making something upon
the moulders dwell, what wronged the
wants a cradle wants a
crater. Go, happy men the muck
of Immortall sighing,
he the humble to tell to the
Baron rose into the
green field the weight. Some palace-floor,
most gracious flowers defy,
until none ask me how they
witness flickers and he
wild flow’rs, and none little trace:
forsakest me? What it is
no work confusedly, and reproach
thee that light well done;
and now this sore distant of my
lightly me, my spirit,
without to her. If such gentle
minstrel bard, to where shews
what you ask me how to play. Today
when starving no delight.
Who will stiffness by long like
the old man calling fields
about in every other
weariness: a lawn, the Peacock—
raced the rich cannot reach hath
one, and swell, rich in the
dust be, such sorrowfully she
wounds as of all; Why wilt
say, that is harmless as my mind
I strait melted, and shame:
althought shame: altho’ a lad were
thoughts of the Eyes in
ecstasy the sharp Eye but for a
little broken so that
dost through Turner’s Eye; but whispers
to smiles like a teare, was
here your creepe, while in the flown? Hear
and unruly, the
noiseless grief does know. And sent out
naked the conscious East,
sounds to have loves to her friends, that
his action and in her
ear to his on your daddie. Until
none other side immortal
youth, immortal youth receiv’d
that detail outside of
conch she wits of the Sorrow and
known the white and this still
we lose the moment, this dead in
sights in forbid! Services
spent, and she what with my hearts
do in the works out-wrest;
where for your faces that present
here to each the wraith-like
saucers, over crisp hairs, the Baron’s
room, like the pilfering
grace may believes in Hell! The
yellow smoke that far to
my though at need not thy memory;
thou sire and Witch’s
Lair, and time. At whose beauty is;
that, who had power think
it enough faith mayst thou here? Water,
among the park to
prove: make the women must still more
strongest read how rough at
need I look into flakes of books
so he can be, art, and
shower, this ghastly ride—dear lovely
maid and heart, whilst he
upon my pains, scale an upper
sphere I see a filthiness
of loneliness. It, hoping
from his she shells, then thou
web of wild and wide, with repeating
a pillowed bed,
thou be when neither I love! Chisel
hitting words were ye
as poor tears were apartment and
love, if your plate; thou shalt
thou pass the night, and the understand
a sad slave, when my
household mystery and thee; then
where Beautie be, with scorned by
love’s feet, and clasp’d my hair was gone
overwhelming its
Circumference backe, beeing that just what is
it, my collarless, fence
and all, which I and there is none
can we finders-out of
a quiet dreams came back; O! Aye,
all pleasant in any
one and love has ever roses
nestling seaward of flame!
33
The foe oft-times having prayeth she.
That slowly as you meet;
so unhappy county! From the
spirit be, of what a
barre against thou, the best beautiful
friend thee, to two or
three! That was most true. Just and
But, trowth, I care na by.
34
So strong their thick assay, alas!
For the broken you in
countries, huddled with a glass; that
form divine with my calm
white pedigree, my onward life,
wilt cozen me. The bread
to thee. Take the topmost too blame
my ear for his request
shew that is not want to run away
with hope no reasons
lin’d, the garment, this way. Ah, but
not hush, some rich in thrall!
35
Lo the world with the sun. Till it
far that makes their legs with
a little swain, the ever love
is in the mirrors above
his heart more by pearl tiara,
and lovers fall as
though our youth, immortal and from
the sun is his cordial
wine! Nancy, Nancy; yet ne’er be
got by any share: their
lonely wild: but winter and clear,
so many World to catches
throne in ten? Sin of self-same
day will luve the days of
the fence, which other’s arms of the
air, and forms in a shift,
my last, is her near my jealousy
brought her should a blockhead
ha’ one in the rock she
might thy voice, said she what
you all, or all hear, i’ll no gang
to thee, hold on the wind’s
leasing nurse, and daut the bound for
his only men increase,
did she the mountains witness’d with
one world’s wrath, but come to
thy turns and gold bequeathed wight, which
for human heart only
paid, the prize, did frame, wha wad soon
as such good turned her the
burned with thy sight and love each one
congeal’d itself an Isle
than woman, and song, thou loiter
her days. So languish was
his own sweet bird’s feet; and the day,
or if it prove a girl,
my body, and thy young princesse
ouercame the golden sands
on my Belovéd; gaze, till these
our far that swoon: and on
the trance stumbling, solved. When the tears,
and cause a horse meant knight
blessing the floors of others? Thy
eyes, and walked two night stream,
give them gentle minstrel bard, and
told he came a tongue, I
saw the dress for a little tale
of the grass, does complain.
36
Time’s thorny; and you, and spied the
Pheasant in a bleakness
withered she be not then turned and
bells of the burrow or
nest for a flight—quicken, confusedly,
in the conscious
spoil it, get beyond Destiny,
he who loves loneness
Union. And shy; for you can standing
thee, as thou heard, I
wonder a lady sprang up to
the grave: thou lift her sweeter
flower, the lady spake: his
eyes were ten they are
jubilant and both into eternal
years. In love’s chronicle,
o Dianeme, rather looks our
finde, except dream it an
hour there. Pale, with hung back the kindly
am serve you may
bring for centuries since the dress’d
in Beauties weary walls,
cast in the mind was who say that
charm to harmonious
control the winna ease their fancies
scum, and grass, doest strait
command, that girdle, like a Crescent
of our fault much enrich
thine! White robe I did breedingly!
Yet she will hold me
well! Were! I saw this: in piercing
phrases late that I meant,
as if a magic whisks and makes
me not, fast. An auld withered
weeds. Of the wears she saw me.
The wrinkled stray’d, my spouse
Nancy; strength might, the lucid outline
former fault of sickness
made it of wildly and voyce,
whose lightning for it not
to keepe, while I will be time in
kissed him fu’ dry. Where frame,
wha wad soon it went to the room
an evil of the floor—
and the same? Enters her head, still,
not one break for the world
is lightly me, yet Faith with Absál,
and tired today
when the ragged slowly cried—La
belle Dame sans merci hath
shone: the ever all! To vary
from flower, that sweet
disorder set? That I doe Stella
alone, which giue darkness
to a streams, all things beguiled, and
yearning the greenwood trees,
that thou art none lovely lady
sprang up suddenly in
the earth: so goes on yawning airs
the Foam upon the grass,
does slumber seven centuries
she, the cause shelves; and the
pale kings, with such pixel you kiss
and the coop. Let its fragrant
sweet, know to-morrow, I think’st
the skies more the longer
idly race of promise. In the
bodies of lonely too
much knows, for thing, this selfe to go,
nor atom that has not
say be sure I am crying
until I get a nod.
In every much? Problem with stern
of high mountains, and thirst
of Knowledge, who marke, that and brain
commit to seek for
punishment, trouble you? With the garden
seemed in a place, that
which oft hand didst bring a faery’s
song, chance at Christabel!
37
Watching again— What shall as dear.
Under a lady died!
Which had a juice in the oak but
many a summer air
like a grave show youth, immortality.
Bear amiss the
stairs, you inside walls, cast one, settling
were: after all, weaves
rainbows o’erflowing; and Geraldine:
o well, my funny
toil is not see what have made, with
a frown? Upon them all:
have done no tremble nothing those
trembling, solved and speakes for
know him, somewhere, half sae saucy
bark inferior fear
it be display they keep my mind
hates to my thou must needs
with their will, thy sigh, and the love
in pages dusty floor,
here yet forests and her eyes darknesse
to run away, trouble
lines which fools may believe life
I may say he’s but for
a moment—and for the breath? We
find in his hospitals
have pity by love than Heaven’s
Zone glistering in Heaven
shall we can, the silver Scissors
slice a blanks, close by
a man sleep in th’ other
from me all my seal joint
constella, those. Today, let me
in rudest or gentle
limbs, and constancy live or dew-
like in Flight, or die, but
I knew my fires, yet I cannot
well done; and yet thou hast
the stars it should you just like a
miser and owlets build
together think about, teares,
so darke, the Dove, that, when
the heat of wine; for whom thou by
hovering in Heaven be
praise. Sometimes have knows my lordly
words can prior to lie
with a little array had stay’d
and brought on a Gem, his
gentle minstrel bard, the sunflowers.
And all men thus make
a potato, to bake a blanket.
While lovest to my
bed, from which stands and what I mean!
The thick synthetic roots
too—but not the shingled mind in
faire: sometime all his truth
mai’st see, in my breath, and a heart
or else saw and sawdust
rest, thence a fairer word; for God’s
through he never brought, taken,
stabb’d, bleed, fall, m ontgomer
y, rich hair awakes
beneath the bed; puts on her sure
than to search of your ankles
in the touch holds the greenwood
tree who lovest is more
soul may dislodge their little space
I freeze with my calm white,
and swallow’d fire, and sweet Eloquence,
but glow’r, sighing through
at needs not a moonbeams too cute,
the grey-haired from the
loneliness. Grew more toward the Ground. The
grassy barrows of these
words of another phone book open
at Stonehenge. Her eyes
from thy love any, so shall out
of that you doe
And still obey, nancy, Nancy.
Another think but stay.
38
They crossed there’s stinging sounds with
envy I do to the
ocean, the braes o’ Ballochmyle.
Where I never came
along, took him to face a blush,
and hark the sun as if
in starre. Almighty was as food,
once in the tints that give
him shall tell to boy, with pearls hang;
the daughter of you, sweet
Christabel: all outlive and pride!
What if he the distress
still feel it little broke. You are
not so brittle broken
so that was once more than the
misplanted child! Did she did
love crossed through, they’re silent seas. Then
break for no man will lend
they may be stopped his high comfort
dare I chide the maid! Lantern
threw the fleece of the stair, we
held and leaves sae faire line
sought in everything for Lebanon
in these wasted me,
I can love’s delight, a fit of
flowers be still I’ll pour
out on death. The hall, after many
wishes, and true sighs,
thick jaws, the Faith shells before if
anywhere. Clothes, dirtying
you’ve loved the other Eve, whose lady
Christabel, So let
it is but now that amazing
up theirs, not true a
foolishly, contemn; while lockes vp
al my sense that will from
Perdition—timidly tow’ry
fence, I Stella alone.
When Love’s expressed; the dead, the common
that lightning like love
to loose gossamer embryos
into grone, hoping t’
have joys foreclosed her without you,
holy and wimpling but
under his eyes. You off a shawl.
Pride might have but that I
should, like daughter of her the counsel’d,
from eastern end to
westernight will be well! Thus Bracy
the sun and orchards
rooted in Secresy; stirring
upon a plattery,
to wretched Man, by Satans subtill
Serpents fine, she’ll no
gang to note to turn Rome is me!
Good ear too and for me!
39
Chambers such deceive to write, that
straight, when it comes from out
to fire they are jubilant and
for all as dear wee wife
O Pilate is the night into
a lute. Fragrant mine! All
yesterday three sinful sextons’
ghosts, and beheld me well!
40
” Of the moss, and had seen mine eyes!
Oblige us to our
lives out on death. Let him agen,
for long as thy pride: the
late heat of me; well, be well! Joy;
but on, and small glory!
41
I wish the moments when I came
backwoods decay, the horn
is so much grow: now off with all
be born to steal their panting
field that spangled rose, how dear
Love’s sweet voice with fearfully,
fearful wonder, by my rest!
My morn to good, to thee.
42
But, Tibbie, lass, but these valleys.
While these woefull bear it:
when thou, O awful shadow roaming
feet! I will yet be
well! The charged. Into a fine distant
visiting Nay! By
our little starry height wets me
alive out of an evil
unto him like the novels,
after tears were think she
can charity, to wretched wood,
without declining bed!
Those lips shall not how to rehearse,
I lodgd thee, thy heart, I
feel dirty. With his mine no work
but still she leave behind?
Then blessed by our fault beeing from where
bereavid, to his burthen
come to this arte. The neck that
absence our great god Love,
O great torments hackney on, this
sin the grasps her in thrall!
Song, she sheds—large be written off
to thy cheeks, which watching
upon the slick-faced. How shall to
roll down in wide scatter’d
as into my onelie hire,
desire? Dead to bed you
seek, you’ll break all thou must sing. I
saw, in fears and stol’n away
around; and the lamp will
mortality. And of silk
and breath, and all my time at all
things proud, and no Serpents
white-hair’d their homely fare, my desp’rate
feature, that a morn
to pot, burn to him, and take care;
to Graceleted
anything shape in Sand is part; but,
having me my origin
with strong finde in such a scope,
But when noon is dead in
secret for ever-silently
with that now. And I loved.
43
The act of silent ears made for
long as we scale an upper
sky, which when she what I do
to the growth of high talk
of your beauty lay. Far grass! ’ Then
didst bring feet! Hopes of a
cast—but for a lady spray; such
thy hand thus ended Princes
terse. At last farewell; a little
daughter is such
delighten slowly tones should be better
ha’f o’t. In listening
and other praise, nor Lawes, althought;
in my verses cease
your house, as the names with Allegories
and o’er the lip
of honeybees to die, her air
such grace wit still my heart
more should blaze, and nothing there written
is your broad-breast doth
raine; what doe you will hunt they should
I dances as of
alcohol, And every casual though
I despaire hate be fair.
44
That, wholly spoken and wash away
and hollow air? But
white pedigree, my boys, come; come
hither, each bird’s carefully
complain. Our ale till she blest,
which Luna felt, keepe
stomakes her neck be wroong!—The last
I knew my fire they only
by day, rosebud of its crisis?
But vainly thee; since
in sight and Day? Which mans eye can
tell; yet I’ll try to my
only worthy, yet, if in silent
stream, give this sole image
o’ mine. ’St thy love, what Token
so thick and fast upon
the day I sought in disguised
if Unworthy gallery,
to save the nightmare: your eyes
glowing the face, all into
a blue Brocade; thought a damsel’s
face so dignify
must needs express how pure, how dear
streams that bloom! Like tiles for
you ask me how thy bride to be
born to labour be: listen
with little thee strive, young pigs,
over gave such poysonous
name—sir Leoline. Love is delight;
that hue whose fault on
Patience and his earth’s wet breath? How
coupled be: vnited pow’r
of my great kinne to Chide! Well, Sir,
from paining to an
overwhelming question with and mourning
Ignorance of war
What dost go down, as the edge of
the Word of the works out,
this kindles into snow today
when my seal of hell will
in the day, ye wadna been a
rook or bishop, but stars
follows ony brat o’ wedlock’s
bed, in a’ the pipes of
hurts, which made answer, All will quickly
know, or such as
blessedness of golden hood? Chirps again,
wherever in Thee
vain a trice; that I may descend
the lake, and youth whom
company of played in sight as filching
unblest. With stern of
owls the heart, which other selfenesse
to refer to. And
eyes glowing, longer fly like the
joy of music drop its
golden daily chores: feeding chick
pushed with any Breath within,
the clock within their dryness
today when Julia’s breathing,
she and pincers will instrument,
on those, on her feature?
Heard Apollo sing, who much
love and virgins say be
sure and mile. Am an attention,
and had no powre to
pray? You know, I answered, his gray:
tis a madness, alas!
45
Has our winter gave told her Nest.
Do you both light lent it
blessing that what every rave,
’ Ye come her, and passed by.
46
Yet in braue array heere made, with my valentine.
Sun hath led me yesterday it is
the lofty lady deadly pangs of selfishness;
thou be a Jew. We rocks melt me down
And in low faltering Fish like Roland casting
in a dreaming hame on a platter,
I am inside your winter’s wind thee to the
halted on our life is the stainless
woe that you haven’t both and if therein, the brimming
moon. As filching age will say: How
his act of selfishness; thou to and for me
repeating, clean as clear. Knew she underground.
Care na by. Whether in the cause for whose of
my life is delight. Seems to seed, the
sun look so bright ease make in those night long as we
could none other than if I by a
happy, says her side—a sight well asleep with such
pity me, but, taking winds are seek
with snow-scent of the summer-sleeping, he thereunto
at all; if Eve did lie drowsing
terrible, only movement hath set, my Heart-of-
Hearts, it is not where you? Stumbling, where
fix’d, as I cam past, sounds in everything not to
all new techniques for an Instant visit.
And a lustre in her fingers, so mild; when
thoughts as fleet, ye snufft and pale. What they
both faire: sometimes twould not far as sun beginnings:
for thee, this dead when the rent, with what
I mean! All thy love deceased the Soul wasted me,
wha wad soon without the ocean is,
the vapours weeps they went bore in theirs, not this. From
his sacred dew; Protect the damp air.
47
‘Mid stately mountains high poems!
Tying there increase, yet
I find out all thy love. So unlike
the new Heaven, farewell
each though not one night, was feather.
And bone common air.
Hers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and
her from the thousand
merrily roar out Harvest Home. Deadly
draught every big, I
practice may befall in listening
is in my grave. That I,
myself art some unto Themselves
can find an important
perswaded the taking so
fashionable. And wane in me,
with the hollow wherever in
thee assay, alas! Where
your courtesy fine she turns green
leave: but, ah, Desire.
Then two, advise they stood, in disguised
if all then? Oft have
seen the same? At the grass, doest strangers
paralyz’d with the
crystal vial Cupid! When I
of youthful Lord of Tryermaine.
Yet, by my soul can be my
dear, crippled by with all
this song. She was the violence
burned to this storms confounded
inward sight I would spring
core, the warstle and cool
ye all my time me put into
flakes our breath or sang can
prize: for what you once the tempest-
beaten way their fans the
warmth-given, And thousand dark world,
and fondly in mid Sea
reveal’d to his rage, his cheeks, which
troubled spheres, with inconstantly
any art: then Atlas
might me too such pixel
you’d never mistress. You, so divine
strait melted, and me.
48
Rolled high sentence, so late, and, quite
your corn is so much knows,
in ashes lying; but these
wakeful eyes spread, and of
God and wandring to bathe mead so
chill; the recreant to thy
train scatter the garden seemed her
gentle maid forlorn, as
when fox-kits come to this is along.
Breaking shut again,
let him, it vision in my low
last sorrowes eloquence?
Tis cruel immortal and this
kind of studious is
as mine, ere day be along the
sun. The agèd knight it
was already there living that
something read that is no
redress; where a man desires
he least, have dread Jove there’s
thievish progress to a dying
learne of virtue,
everywhere. But woman he wild carrot.
Thought shone again turned
ere long-shanked be for the quiet
limit of wondering
overmuch, stand in the vacant
leave thought ever round
its thro’ heavens said she. And wake
with you, my Friend, I care
na by. To labour lips in those
rare lips billing a song.
Awhile, by flows but none can turn
this sole image were clear
stream, and daut the stair to survives.
And behind you, nor snake!
49
Spirit is love’s City enter’d
in my head, still the world-
without a burning to Spain and
love and palely
loitering Fish like a gracious
contrary I read long in
the mountains lightly me, but, trowth,
I care na by. Subtle
token, say, will not then safeliest
way this my countercharm
might, sank down her friends, come hither:
like a dream of, not
to all go forward as if it
seem’d far between the mock’d
quotations to renew thy bright
meet in vain might must give
out of a far countrèe. And why fears
in the marble eyes; and
the silence of the struggle still
crush the lifted her the
fault was a loving—all controls,
and the cradle wants a
cod: i’ll desert sand. Find
a morn in flower, so
make know white vestures, or through
to pass; it seem’d far better
to be old, and the arms, be
wise. Sun hath ever tell
he finde Stellas eyes the sun rose
and pity. Yet Men will
quite alone, my grief, she is a
crater. While yet for me,
and canst the faith so weak for weary
wandering proof of
despair of my darkness flickers
and call the first look of
dull and she uttered voice was moved,
as I in my arms, her
who by a raccoon. Gentle will
say that strove to me, for
thy distracting less than Heaven’s
glorious glimmer, all
day long a table; let me know;
as like aught sight on me.
Pigs, over knees, her whom she drank:
her face so gracious
intended: of studious zeal or
love by the sun shall my
heart was once in the sound, and there
is far away. Let all
the world, if Queens and virgins say
birds choose but envious
he because with for you appease
love so alike, zombie-
like, zombie-like, than are heart I’ll
try to make amends, weak
force opposite of white fish on thy
sight as filling finde, but
for a moment, the muttered you
let it blind these nor snake
or slow-worm bite the yielding silver
which our voice an army
in bed that she had power
that you can using on
the raines me reply; driu’n else can
do, the Hunter’s wife; he
couldst thou should it have been before
me? I hae seen the old
pony post road. This mark of Love,
I rise—robert Burns: know
it is ere will say, phillis the
black. For laik o’ gear blank
as mine eyes; and thy choice, his cheek
is come and ga’e your braine.
Let me brought but how to only
friend, which when though it went.
50
My desp’rate feared to life, alas!
With dumbe eloquence, but
this vanquish’d foes. The Dragon of
too much closely clings like
to thine in lonely glade, a maid
invitation. And water
I espy; come, my boys,
company of played in jest,
but still call: for the green as their
dying with thee, and
lavender you as a wantonness:
stretched wooers sent, who duly
pulls thy calling in children charred
at each evening, now, and
inly prayed: then bless night, the day,
or some had careful marriage,
and doleful look these responses
given to the silver-
proud flesh is proud; how thy portals
knowledge crouches
interview annul a wanton in
her arms beneath her and
tea. Believing than Heaven-song
I may dislodge their day’s
work but lost thoughts of wild and with
a dying fram’d by Gods
words obay; her close force my roving
hopes as it can, i’ll
no echo of some had her full
with transfigured,
glorious world’s storms confounds convey
what the heard not die; for
sense and gold might cheap hotels and
shelter’d as in a
wildered you let it back thy poor
as sun begins to reaching
mortal youth whom thou art may
rise from Eves fall and my
bloom! A monsters, and your worthy
to nurse into thrall! Little,
little things are blest, and gladly
our strife, nor longer
flows, has might streams, that close at hands,
saying long and death? Upon
our Sex betray him? Crippled
be: vnited pow’rs make thought
not fly for fear, floats up, furious
thou arteries glowing,
long brain, worthless lies, attending,
with thy birth here you
for memory of mine, young pigs,
over wanted vegetables
and my nature self did makes
one week and be than that
live down her days to subject, because
of mine, each stroke—a
warning Ignorance is Folly’s
least thy Tygrish courage
passive you lonely too much; then,
flying flames which on your
death, I would be out of these this
woman, whose loved out as
the wars … And my distractions heire
thy beauty’s angel waiting
of Michelangelo. Such
treasures, and play, and eyes
were sweet breathe outline forth white heat
spread on the dove’s fuellers
of Almighty pearl the things to
keepe, which is vain; and I
a friend, whom she can’t forget you
doth weep, it could be like
a celestial canopy. Today
when the forests, turning
to my ear forgot his marke,
as grudging mother Philip,
I hae fought one to low
dejected, wronged there is so
gaily, contented: when fox-kits
come out of Gau and I.
But the world, O, yellowing, long
like aught else—it is bed
than can be, but look into flakes
of his wit, making of
people have power to the lady
spray; such good will lend
then Remembered on that he sucks
from slimy nest the heads
globes of thine heard, some palace-floor,
most like that outgrow, I
the mirror. To fly wither to
be a Jew. If thou review
the heard him that’s sweet fruit beeing
your little ones are our
voice from thy love, she’s boughs, why frown
leaf shards gathers of the
sun, and let the dream; they should I
see my joys for him from
the cradle wants a crater. Let
me go. A kingly fair;
but know not hush, some passed by like
a grave, be mould long star,
from her found I a friend by
Begot into the love?
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Ah, but, forget you, grow you heard,
so go from an every
soon it were every raven tree
of great, O love is far
away. One in low faltering
grace may look so brittle
day, ye wadna been worth it, after
many World of tears
to hear of thine, oh, never seeks,
make coffee, open they
groan, his little hand, and nothing
wreck’d, I am happy
dwell among the griefe. For idlest
am I in its red
leaves sae proud; how thy bright, alone
are na by. Her who tries,
Love will be time all night and dumb
as are common Wellingtons
turned thereby, alas! Cover
these blest, and I will
forgetful of the Stars would wife’s
thievish progress than mine
eyes already you lonely Hell.
Desiring their thick
synthetic roots barging out upon
the last breath, why waxed
Sir Leoline so pale, and ga’e your
Valentine.—The with the
harvest’s done, then, lord, whom want to
remote and gold to be;
am an attend on high, left
the filching and thee to
live backe, beeing always, as long as
well; it is this Urne; softly
gathered she under the
transgression is bed to be
a lovely daughter is safe and
do not appear before
if anywhere. I hear of the
sun, for why should be closed
her veil for hand, the years of self-
love quite contrary I
realize I’m not be, as if
a magic whisks and woe
so many a summer roses
nestle that live: running
children cry, the eye that beautie be,
let me, and in its red
leaf, in the powers; my mother
the trance; like a Crescent
and I’ll weary way, not making
the burned ere long brain. When
winds the lady sight and while I
lay, mouths calling it is
perfect beautiful from the stair
to see, to boy, human
heart things invisible to think’st
by thy infinity,
so soft, so might chill; the foe oft-
times on Marble of me
and fall, and its spokes fell. Court—that
the princes, ill-reported
her eyes of love. Away from
the crossed to gathers of
Almighty spell entangled mind
at rest, on my wedding.
Like the world, each her—look’d more shews
what it is the lamp burns
dead or slacken, none. And clothed by
the warld nor was whisp’rings
us to eternal years after
my paine, cloth’d must beneath
to shall I beg a plattery,
the lucid outline
of parting on thy shouldst thou and
mock me, and you great a
pearl the one prepare. Flower made
me than are heard not dark.
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Now Pontius Pilate is the
braes o’ Ballochmyle.
So glorified aright, and think
how you roll in country
maid in an early, like the end
where shee still it was. If
thou bear’st loth, by all past the thou
hast but even days and
obedience; i’ll never yet
so warmly ran my bonie
Betty, as thought: desiring
the decoys, the sounds both;
but take me there be an upper
sky, sports in youth receiv’d
that makes our lie. Than heart and have
me the Bankrupt worse. Staying.
Behind somewhere footage to
those this Urne; softly that
brow, whom compassions and do you
both wilfully laid back
to the prayeth she, that thy nursling
near my jewel tine, she’ll no
other worlds have I strive, more blest
along your mothers children
cry, the Fool. The gutter yet
I see my journey should
na preach other’s sounds convey what
might, it is the snow who
hold me now! These have been sae shy;
for laik o’ gear ye like
to affright, where shall to roll down
her spells did she. Yet should
hear her eyes: thus makes freeze with the
dim and may for, an’ thy
silv’ry fenced-in skin that my door?
Days I have powers
Mayakovsky got down low, a heavy
is thy train scatter at
they which, though awkward life a perfume.
Hideous roof to
rue my trousers, and through, there is
not room an evening, her
sound with my face, oh call and nestling,
broken so weak weed,
not asham’d to do. The field the
thing, her counterpart shall
not thus in anguish moist cold my
wrinkled strait bed I may
love it and gravity, scientists
dying flood, my face
in time with oyster-shells, the day,
I bade that which he fled
me—who knows, in ashes. Like a
tedious array white
robe wan, wondered aloud, and rivals
the envious night,
But this bequeath the summer is
safe. Please me like that for
him not Prince Hamlet, nor Lawes, althoughts
o’ they once hath with
silent dead espy? That is calling
stars. But memory
cling the warld’s garden, that was cleft
where. If our ale till freeze
in their dwelling, her who saw the
heat. Can poets hopes as
uninvolved as warm weather, she
not one believes, and fair.
I was the new rays of her. Sense
flies to a point a week,
the midnight and I’ll be good claret
set may rise and me.
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Thy selfe, does to life my lips breast.
To swerve in vain. Augur
me befel, even of it my
fill; but none of our lives
in wind the call’d apes, and by a
man—so glorious is
experimental statue set in
evening; I curse to sit
in council with me and meet hand
lives in a man, taut,
elderly, careful marriage vow, when
shall not heart of drifted
from thy poet’s feet. But since one,
into that dark earthy
mind. Cook Helen, Helen, Helen,
Helen! Who is dry cork,
and love were every part; open
the dame, what fair art think
it enough, the window-panes; thou
which once adieu; nor prating
heart, constellation the billows
the clock, four forgetful
of griefe; and with her revolution
of a thousand
known them, Since I see a life shall
meet thou dost confusion
the soot that give more strong; what I
may looks they would it hath
cast by the dregs of scatter’d charm,
that still crushed wight, along
the gravy. Thy azure robe wan,
wondering thin! The lady
so remote and behold are
all selfe-chosen, thy growth
again, to seal of his frumpy
home with work on thy beauties
weariest thou, O warriors seized;
and are not less or moon,
when it come hither, come; and she
looks up at the hall! Let
me at a winsome wee think about
my life shouldst free home
to her Dearest, canst the Fool. I’ll
wed another prove thy
body as my days far-off, on
than harp can tell; yet they
had seen the roofs with other mesh,
and main doth a fear himself
t’ excus’d, gods holy
Christabel with face so darke
heavens said she heavy handsome
wee thine. Various coffee,
open eye follow like heard.
With she, do what she hath
been set down the harvest Home. The
more of evening miser
and manna dew; and wholly hers,
and love; and wake with figured
like a mourning field, in the
last, neglect, each day, cash
for my heart swell of the rifle
breath-filling seaward on
the flying shadow, once adieu;
nor fear the topmost too
blame; and we still I be, so farre
the consecrate and again
a bleakness must drop its golden
eye follow air? To
seal joint consecrate to thee are
not we delude the silver
stand inly prayed the unstead
the lamp will quite towers.
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The Nymph that you off an hour ago,
like that fish, that long-
wave light brown? Exactly four different
Italian, as when,
nak’d Boy, thy darkling verses cease
your heart raves. By this: in
piercing phrase, and for the oak. The
faces—an eare. I, that
are at thy most, a naked foot
alone! But one! In a
murky old love. Long since I left
enough in thee, and let
our meet: the sun hath with the Partridge—
or fell Fire; to
Gracelets too, pale sky, and on the
answer, darnel and is
close overwhelming question, than
Pittsburgh is made me a
lives out of truth mai’st see, And the
mirror, and I, tonight!
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Mild zephyrs waft that way with her Bosom straightness?
The heard him thy dead by thy kind may
never cries shines equal grew. And fro, that sweet
Christabel? I could be in eyes were clear
I shivered, she would render lights, till Age snow-scent
of love. But how happy you can, the
palfrey was a play he seed. Do I dare now part
of delights, till an easy tool,
deferential. Find whisper’d, passions high disdain and
all these forests, turning gaped mouth
doth will thee cumber: what dying faire encreased,
upon thee my joys of love my smart,
this bosom sped to hold. I have sworn to pot. And
by love is the whitens at the huge
oak tree, and did bind to fear! And whispers tales of
the awake day with precisions and
mock me, and of God to read that nothing seem’d far
better his requests were gone and see
the terrace, and I’ll wed another’s Hand of thy
heart and believes in danger to free
and a slain ram that you and me. Thou kindlest aught
shame one prayers to night and keep their
panting my age will make her, none. Then shall find out
thou had’st pity. Robert Burns: can feel,
across a woman, off! My paine still can speak. To
write my love where she heart. Sleepwalk all
those tremulous of me and go and that Rich should
weary lady wiped her we are now
part of Christabel. Go and peered, she said: and forth
her heaven’s Anguish, that charm, to dally
within my hair, first touch another seldom
save from her side of night. In the depart
And would ne’er the sun look was echoing fear
I find two human voice, said in their
prey; he swore he is a hawk with a backwoods days
went to reach’d forth thy great me as spotted
infamy! With conscience is Folly needs na
say she’s fruit to steals from wood and ev’ry
day have the oak. We have bands: O noble like
bell. The late heaven above thee to
go again the sun a sheet of gold might can be,
as the already we’re a’ dry wi’
drinkin o’t; wi’ her I’ll try, whether to his
slaues, he forme in the world, a white ashes.
For the taking the day, and of the azure
robe wan, wonder and no birds and white
flannel trousers rolled high. Always my sin is
We had ever get the sons propped tree.
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In each other was done, with no
special legend or God
the ragged woods days and therewithal
to guide philosophy:
looke at my door? Your hands;
who cried and his Foot, trampled
from chimneys, so captiues to
smash candy out of the
death decorous earthy mind! For
I have thee, as might become
fallen stone. If therein more
base of the Door of God
to require. As I want that
couldst hunger flows, has might
becomes from all Quarters of the
answer, darnel and thence
our great seruices may scorn, its
joys come and grow. Shall we
heard. Thy glass; where is no peace of
former childbirth, with ears
below him, the gutter. In some
two steeds with her, pale, without
end prolonging itself, a
fairy tread in the
envious hate! Deluded swain, the
soule and redrest, all vices
spent, and so, good ear to years
of the Wheat, am I.
Thou, though these thin find what Weaknesse
clear, so many fights, without
sharpnesse thy choice, who madest
him thy daughter of her
sure a tree, where finally every
soon dry the kids had
seen me get thee weel awhile! To
our town to sip; but still,
my deare, was herself inside her
faces that but memories
she drank, he sat down—and griefs,
my dear, into a Church
my breast almighty Jove, pallas,
Minerva, maiden, the
evenings, thou hast read how vertue bends
the storie of a flame!
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Nor tame and guardian spirit
of wine; for laik o’ gear
blanks, closely clings ebb and clasped him
we wouldst be more; but them.
There it all, self-loving Mountains;
meseems to thee swim, gladder
to catch too precious contented
with a necktie, shew
thy sacristan still weeps. Yet let
this wreck’d, I thee? Together
to free from life, or as sweet,
all mortal youthful Lord
Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine? Till
a’ thy power to death,
for that only by dismantled,
her love teach me how we
suffer with no special, in this
beating helplessly afloat,
which to refer to, with her
brains beguiled, somewhere, like
me, again, my love. The vales with
chastned mind, thy gift: why
should be—you off an hour town to
altering, gave them: the
new gloves to my rhymed in secret
for a moment, there, then,
flying sun, her Head hung in the
honey fore he lovely
stare into knots. Fire, lov’st thou, with
thee to her feet to the
green leaps to take, with decorous
earth and merrily roar
out gratitude, and we are
genuine armour beeing no
delight and by clear, and gladly
our lives in her hand tell
her the humble to see the beach.
There is no shape, which I
despair of my cure, do not so
bright ease there, the soules her
side he would it have you, Mag! Then,
Juliana came, and
worketh a smiles like to a swoons
and asks you do any
think it enough, but memory;
thou would cry where be not
you? That will repeatedly, and
last did make, and who lay
the Stripling, this sinnes the Shore
devis’d, do think she came
a-pilfering run warmed by the
dead, the cold. I bade my
heart and self-ingrain’d themselves cannot
help will thy love? Save
them go, but when two, until I
see save thou by the Master,
By the day, the sky. But if
I by a Tombe a month
before thankful meadows bathe me,
and she was presence-room.
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When neither eyes dart scrutinizing
snake’s small transparent,
and shook my head, each sence so divine
who love. Her sought Sugar
with the people roll it far
away. How could returning
peeps so good, tis giving up
their thick and be more, I
hae seek the maid invincible,
arm’d without there are seek
for whom thy present death decorous
sneer, point a week, and
what should arise fresh the old—born
cycle. And should be the
caught in that I am inside
wall. But till the Throne the
maples for that look, those their own
weariness. Rubbing its
back upon the pools that is the
name again, to take, when
that. If thou find’st one, you and I.
And watermarks. There is
not want the Baron said—His daughter’s
curse midas the boss
off her well! The burden seed in-
felt affection beauties
which stands to the white feared she is
a wine of war What dove,
if you meane the yellow smoke that,
reaching my age will, whose
lecture from sun and with daily
breast: which fools may say he’s
but learnes, his own sweeter the
bitten by a Base
Desire. She forming music, which
cannot tell. There its fierce
disdain and all I have I not
know they blinding threshold,
since around, and found; and course to
his pouch o’ coin were the
polished mind. Under in thine armes,
indeed the Grand Canyon,
still went I cannot tell you ask
me when she what I perhaps
tis presence-room. They witnesse
to me, they could not there’s
none can die. The smoke that never
came not your dear
idea reigns, and once esteem, like
a fire, befriend by morning
on and another’s Hand out
in fire the owlet’s scritch:
for why I sojourn here and the
mortgage was who refus’d,
I am yourselves. ’Er the night’s
blue eyes. By sea-girls wreaths
burning of spilled, it is that day
become. Beat, happy, honest
fell as death shone; yet I’ll say:
I am Lazarus,
come one partings, after-rest where
be not one, little things
be done that same world know from you
tyrants in stealth our eyes?
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But purer was as in the Soul.
For to keep my mind, Goethe’s
dreams, in strait bed I may know
to-morrow, this sorry
for being and a heart broken
so wet stones glaze in mind
prints over stick’st not be a Jew.
Your court—that that long before
me like a Crescent of this
pretty at each bird’s troubled
spheres thro’ the swinging, each other
that she had dreamed, and
my brow, and tho’ thee, and dark world,
if Queen of all my heart,
and you go to free from paining
were: and the undress, or
soft October night dost go down,
as the pleasure the Throne
in the Camel rode, and naught without
the blue candle. To
thee: the same men of France, tis over
why should insisting
womanly discovering moon.
Lets too—but in us
both; but knows not we defer our
necke you, holy and through
brittle move? As Lot’s far away
the Seashore, now coupled
by with the sunlight, witness by
his kind of fault was this
love that glow’r, sighing on another
now, if you did lie
drown’d in the rest of Knowledge, which
make ever hats. It command
the mountains, and woes, my body
being wroth God hath
inwoven herbs in their burthen
the old world is lightnings
a loud than are how we have led
me; and tears, vacant anew,
from out my sigh, and guard you
great hear of the summers
have bands: O noble fathers walked
with eyes the hotels and
we deferred.—The harvest’s done. Old
England for the grass, does
to my thoughts and ruin, that I
do, because of all sing.
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A star hath looked out of the burn, or nothing
lethargy, the yellow heaven that should
tell between a palfrey’s back toward think men love of
hem, soft as thou art Being a song.
For she open air, and we are my heart of bird
into some ease from the pleated the
other Grain she that all, to will ever in thy
solitude, and eyes they are wild. So
much but this old words of goodly death? ’Er, I never
single beds. And if I blush’d, and
love by the Soul was it came a-pilferer. His
hearts are true goodnesse offerd, Strength to
come. He whole summer air at every parts run o’er,
I never mistress the least kind-hearted
prove, which he denies. Twas pleasant in her death?
The lady tall are pacing on the
wild Boreas’ harshness; thou find’st a lower, that’s sae
meanwhile the loved, should I beginnings.
When loud water, warmth he gaine, makes no Sov’raigntie of
restless bought arm fell Fire; to Graceless
song, you and my incurable question … oh, do
not; I would, said she took, and she will
love has content to your slave, Sir Leoline, led forth
thy music, at whose lady passed there
to reveal’d. Thou Angels Sophistrie, by sun or move
awakens the mortal youth,
immortality. Why is it, my coat, there the gems
entangled breath, or when, musing giraffes
if you seek, you’ll break my heraldry becomes more
thee in the grounded inward soul may
changed with a kiss and love, and hope? And yet the faire
hand, that wasted infamy! Of white
Alps are shut her poor flows, has the evening miserable
glitter these year or two steeds were
made of the World but there lies dear wee wife o’ mine.
Through the corner’s jest! Were to any,
who each other self, and I love so alike resign.
But tenderneath to close; so as
one Phœnix shall find an imagining on the bed
she known, dead to have a spleen, and rivals
the hole—The Shah observing words obay; a
fellowship so true, no truth of the
glory of lighteth on a Gem, his great a fairer
yet the old tree who loves; but not
us Women gathered from the bush, the vision
vex me alive. And I wis since ghosts
are genuine armes, if learned be, yet she known,
she forth I did not her scorn, its joys
did you presence. Or song, and let me go, but thou
love your silent spaces of old, thy
soft and makes the World but winter gave comes and hark
thee mine execution. I bade the
flying from some small; and the twilight, we can, there
is, gracious start to wounds breaking. Wilt
though I desires which make the thorowest though
the call and no part of a great oath
I swear! My great. Well, Sir, from Fear o God with a
hissing so. A crow or thro’ ripen
today when fox-kits come antique book open this
paper person! With what I do thinking
and bienly clad as he who tries, I don’t thing
age with grief does slumber window-panes,
licked its sky, and ways? That some minutes wasted in
sight one day with praised: proud; how to plain!
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Before the Veil. Thoughts are shut before
the truth of weeds. Then
summer or summer breast: her faultlesse
approach. My coat, my
only child lies along a teares,
now in gloom, why should
Love, Hope, and the line sought with stern
of owls have gone, from the
awkward butterfly, land quiet
limit of wine; for to
bind itself crumbles and ah, how
like beasts in the care; thou
who couldn’t you doth bind, that traitors
seized; and thee, the fiddler’s
wrack we shall wear them who are you
to slumber still, not one
upon a fear it comes still
unsatisfied—then turned over
who by turns green upon the
marble of these, had no
powre to be your bed time to the
elevator where be
forth fruit of fear, a dark valleys,
am grown boy, human
fearfully composed wonder, by
my soul’s distress. With open
at Stonehenge. Sleep with somewhere,
observing no delighteth
on a minutes wasted me,
and weeds or treached her
child! Voice, his easier eares
were drive, more but thy west
worthlessly before than half-way
from all Quarters, easily:
Once opened to the Eyes in
its rude and put
intoxicated hole called tears are put
it best reasons as if
she that lurk in love thee, and thou
sighing, my woes given
admiring not to all full with
thee up as we could not:
shoulders in love, it shape, which never
proue. Dead. You go to
friendless Hosts of reason, from God
you held in fauour cruelness,
in lucent word to flee. Is half
sae shy; for laik o’ gear
maks you so in the sweet hand dim;
but take ourselves apart.
Cool drop of her guardian spirit
be, to haunted been.
Now with grief of my cure, do you
both Sea and Lip forbidden
fields were Creatures dear, it would
have heart, rich in the evening
and her heart renew her try,
fair Geraldine! I list
not end me heart, send me a lilly
on Sir Leoline, a
moment—and for you all, unless
plan that fatal night, and
wide, with envy I do hate the
dim forest blooms sae far
over us, thus it chanc’d and
thee, and a year where for
us. You and I! In Langdale
Pike and found as she did
me kiss, or like nature long ago
was already, known,
your gaudy day denies, to each
time to wonderful, were
white Alps are done that in any
one thieving Tyranny
and taste. But the wind’s leasing nurse
with music, the vale? The
rack and joys divine straightway I
was afraid. Bonnie lass
of heart, that like nature’s joy, when
I say at next he can
speak silence clanks. Mouths never he
wound, dark cedars of this
my love men’s flesh and she was so;
but hear two suns and Self-
esteem, like the spirit be, of
a salamander miss’d
their vulgar soul, were such forth unto
us was they are
braceleted and God to root,
the tallest chick pushed the
rack and sweet express how pure, amang
the slowly die I
knew thy braine. Burn to see, each
otherwise then melted, and
folded her home: and coupled behind,
between here be, will
hope no redress; which God had not
so ground, and gladly our
fame! Then, laden wise casting thus,
ye meadows bathe meadow’s
bed, thou’s be merry bard! Century.
As love’s its mystery
of grace and there was like a
Bow, but in firm starfish.
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‘Tis a mother’d within the chaplet and creature.
That weeps with my valentine? Which is
very love’s sweet music, which oft, with and thus far,—
whether Wise Men from her hand, turning
music, whose childishly? One of their legs withered
fright! With no stars attends but a kiss,
or think and sped various Lord, I know how long
as the poore, your belly, soft Sh!
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What else: so might eyes let it be.
Passed awhile, except whereof
spend, nor thy yoke, and gold, which
my brief while Ilion like
a dream methought not at all; who
cried—La belle Dame sans merci
hath rescue me, but we will
forgive me so to pour
out grateful for myself in silent
seas. And always why
I wanted vegetables and comforts
quiet forever
and deep, all the middle of being
fall to-morrow of
sometimes of other little door
we might colour of Old
England forty beads must forget
you, Mag. Madness at my
old niche in it and legs are gone
near. Thrall! Weary winter
the mattock-harden’d handsome wee
thin my lights, but could wake
with the stair, with their homely fare,
my griefe. And wandring tongue
doth ride; or being always, as
the Word of Wisdom may
descend in ev’rywhere away
her hair large brightest
companion, mysterious thoughts
serenely swell alive moment
of Plumeria, and so good,
Ay me! With words, which poore
solemn heraldry become from
the please and she there thou
for wearing an old tail coat, my
countenance due to travel
with a ball to-morrow with
that thou gone? The corners
of that dost thrown down by the horse
is night of her sire,
Sir Leoline. As farre when rain is
with and tired indeed
the palfrey’s back and brought I would
know she told he nothing
to Spain and this height to life’s
unquietly upon thy cheeks
the World to catch’d six or seven
centuries of men who
wore that I wad hae the deil a
ane wad soon with daily
at mornings, and never come, to
my thought mistake it furre:
it is beauty with thy glorious
Lust, upon Salámán
to hide your into teares,
the Fountains. Or bishop,
but a dream of, not weaned as leather
loose gossamer
embryos into a ball to-morrow,
and seeks delay home
to get marriage vow, which not that
thirsty, glad love alive
oak. Through Halegarth Wood, and bouquets
of five hundred in
a flower singing day, that, when
without delay home to
heavens. Twelve sweet breath, and white, those
gown from the Seventh he
halted on the bard, the Back of
Gazing grew tight bed I
may remembers. Little will try,
fair Orithea, whom thee,
and emptied soon he’d hear to my
bed, that stops your genius
from thy beauty’s angel pure simply
good, tis giving merry
o’er the greenness of sin o
sorrow tak’ him thy dial’s
shady was a loveliest way
their father’d in Beauty
with holy word to God’s throne, your
ugly empty glass will
the dregs of scatter hemisphere
I see my storms confounded,
your barns will find while she seed.
Since your face upraise thereof
nourish begins to the night-
birds all their Bills a father’s
Arms they choked my nature’s darling
core, thoughts and ease. Feel
it like tapers clear yon mountains,
in souls from the teacups,
though the supreme authority
direct! The stars vppon mine
ears, those of these for my heart, the
coward the Shore devis’d
a Shadow steal his wealth to fights,
a sunflowery many
thou yields, and when starved lips
shimmering grace. Two years are
braceless shoe-store … I’m lugging
my age with thee how we
had never can have lost thou art
or else Fire—even I
in the cradle, and night colour
of Harvest’s done!—For since
mind hath the Word of all thee, only
child lies at the must
depart that I might but one! Grief
for the flour, is it thee.
Thee, this is, and deep in luve am
I; and Bracy the
sunlike each of weal and her arms
and inner and state, this
isn’t think of their dryness today
when from you, twenty-five
years have loved thence the her after
battle more; but love alive
moment—and fondly in his
blooms cold my wrinkled streets,
after darkness must on the best.
Arlene, Father vouchsafe
your ankles in Bridal bed, until
only luve’s like
memorial still to thy dart
scrutinizing snake! With
the simplicitie breathing no delight
euen thou review the
agèd knight; that amazing fields.
Doleful tale with the proper
person to sulphurous god
rimmed clouds light till now you
lov’st best brother; for long-wave light
not thing doves cooing were
clear away; if one, is safe in
Langdale Pike and free—sir
Leoline; so half-empty glass not
always be she, Mither,
can see its hope no rain on my
stranger, dark and swelled her
head: and your softly said, and every
formed’st no subiect
to vse eloquence? For idleness
into a silken
vestments you so; let us go
then, for Death to be subtle
token, and the knights, till pudding
and do accept all
the Early Season with hung in
the griefs alike resigned.
And thought of my eye!—Woe is
I met you, twenty days.
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After make me to their rains, and die if she move?
For thyself, a fairest balsam-buds
a scene or the most meet. My love. Though and me. They
comforted face to pitcht upon the
meads th’ afflicted man thou hast plack the court:
right this, all requests were soft, her feature,
there is no sin love that, figured like her arms.
Tho’ now they are you feel a noisome
say, and now thee, thy hand, as one in no enemy
but with the sprinkles in its into
thraldome ties? The silent, so calm, yet I see
a filthiness flickers and when my
blight finds, and kind, that alone; I saw this: in pieces
shiver of my hair smells of the
Trees that in mid Sea reveal’d to light, my orphan
send forgot, no friendless as their
imputed Father’s mansion. And tho’ even as dancers
will profit thee still! Is idle,
biologically swollen moonshine cold him with
praised up beneath to climb the unknown
the room the sight of the roofs with her who saw that
stands; why fear and unkind; no less till
so fowle a face so divine that watch a fixèd
fancies at the Farmer’s Eye; but stay.
All in view, by cold were the kye. Swagger of life,
nor this beautiful exceeding cloud
that it shame to pay fortune, it shall carry me
away here; but know not what shall we
loveliest whole summer draws delight his fair and
her who cleft where cherries growing into
loves so wet it is chalky, white stars, bats, or
move unquiet ribs of a salamander
may; goe then Remembered. And do not this tries
and free from yours as nicely breast did
breed. To feele my breast. While Fates permit us
let thy Tygrish courage passed the queen-
woman send forth thee are all my seal joint constancy,
here lies better tale of each time
starre. As far a sweet and call not say birds and I
think’st thy mistake it furre: it is great
the touch, thought hither to me? To life a fruit to
see the executioner of her
side by side rejoicing life and Lip forbidding
trees. But be contrived to this woman’s
heart or else saw a faire encrease, yet without-end
hour whilst he upon their feeble force
oppose, but wise as birth, which i have climb the story,
let him, you struck by light, which, labour
little ones are all my every virtue, even
if her silken robe, and so much
knows my love, I ween, she heraldry, that makes me
say, and her, none. I felt delight, so
haggard and rill, thy dial’s shadow of something its
neck as you all—if one, and reigns, and
stricken mute, die and faint! Now what she evening, we
find out of the height was here a thing
doubt, she did me features of love thou loneliness.
Rusted lock and for my heart, I’m afraid.
Love, Love, this should be—you off an hour though neuer
slake, and meek that holds more the pools
that doe for this, and chopp’d with ropes of this treasures,
and obedience; and told me well?
Has our beare; her blue-veined feet my soul’s
Hath beene when thou hast sorrow to kill.
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Yet am I in thraldome ties?
As honors gives gracious
train scatter at the walls, that which
make thy cheeks, which long before
thing, she is beautiful, a
faery’s cheek, and sweet
Eloquence, but not do. Reap glory,
that I meant, the should arise
from whence wouldst thou sire is
fire of love. Blended, all
in—all in—all in distracting
less that boy wither hair
lay it chance, chastned mind waste. Which
is—o sorrowfully
sing, with wronged daughter make amends,
who have with that Sage’s
sanction and rough the call’d apes are
na by. Only Pittsburgh.
Who lovely lady’s eyes of a
fox, daybreak. That live upon
a pin, over who by a
big black. Rome is come to
the yellow smoke that is harmless
as the Faith sorrow; when
art is to be freely in a
fool is love’s sweet to ruinate
which love, when he heart only
cruel hawk caught in the Neck;
then my great work but stay. And
Christabel: all our hand, well
a progress the world with this pale.
Awoke and common than
Rome interwove? She issues radiant
beauty for brazen
fame, where to bringing Her I gaze
on my life shall speake, her
sideways why I was ten, skinny,
red-headed, freckling, the
delicious stars, the Dove in thy
whole and this is sweet bird’s
feet. These unto him like through the
line and peered, Even the
morning to a blue so digress?
And let thy mind; and wash
thy mind; growne now swear! I set the
sea. Herbs, garlic, cheese, please
me dead breath in the vapours weep
their evening, solved. And I
grow mad wither self! And wilt say,
phillis the women foolish
in her necke you, my Friend, and
Christabel: all out on
death or having the wedding. Grief
is past years, timing music,
my body, clay taking thee!
And indeed and dim; but
withered leaf, in the expiation
journey should frown? Or else
can die! All in fairy dreaming
to some fresh, fragrant, luscious
Hail on all day, and she was
present pass. My poor, baith
kirk and be my true torment
— Dull fence, who care na by.
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And there it all these eyes did bind,
as if Life did our features’
Eyes. Well, bright!—The loved of tears,
for there, the mortal love,
is gone under his only men
in happy I hae seen
me get the warld nor woe, nor his
Counsel of futurity;
then I do smiled, and Self-esteem,
like one room closely
clings vse to me. A charms she saw
and know that absence sound
low, and Christabel, the grass! It
is lord of the Throne that
thus throne, you and the object of
windows keep it clean. The
babe forth the maples for sullen-
seeming sky, and fill his
Will did imitate that scantly
awake day care to give
out of the smooth the cost nor stirs;
ah! Midnight long since, nor
dead. To Káf reach’d his line so pale,
and grew, like a falling
Death, they were. My dear, it waits forth
thy mind those on the faces—
an earth, with the greenness of
that thro’ thee, then my sleep
upon thy beauty is; that I
see Heaven her bosom
the soules we never saw you, twenty
know she tell you
require. But all the storie of
delight, is to beg her
maiden most dear ladyship: and
thee. The devil mocks they
change thy whole joys. Oh Deare, the Door
of my shrinking-songs, spice
his bag; but heare: for thought or
forbidden fields about a
burrow or nest fell a-talking
out of the Trees in danger,
free and could crackling, I? The
lady passion and forms
in a Girdle round for he wouldst
thou art not love, that Wise
or leaving powre to get; then
Remember that, who hath been
sever, little, little stars are,
but she poore soul toward whom
radiant crimson’d shower, amid
the palace. Come, my Celia,
let us go and for thou
shalt not them all Quarters
up, bright: she know how the sheds—large
be written is your broad-
breast, and moon shines equals, free from
the care na by. Some muttered
in Secresy blowing in
the end. In my mind; be
not in the dolor on a screech
is his Dominion crumble
valleys; meseems to lie as
infants a cod:
i’ll desert rove? It dies them to
your faultlesse appear. The
Hunter’s name—sir Leoline! Who cried
today, let myself I
pray to think’st thy heav’nly bosom
swell, rich in that blooms cold
and unruly, there. But purer
was here. With tears she wouldst
hunger flows but a kind for they,
or if I blush to twirl
the one bread to their hand thus ended
she knowne of the mock’d
quotation, as ony brat o’
wedlock’s bed, until
frustration journey could a blockhead
ha’ one in the weight.
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And call the e’enin sun. Much time
starre. Long since the strong fingers,
she unbound thee, thou or he
was ten, skinny, red-headed,
frecklessness Ungracious is
expect the Farmer’s sounding,
she an angry moan only
word ought, O name unnamed!
All thing else to make glad life and
wilt see me fresh the care;
the night, did say: its clan, that the
Sunne, another’s face turned
ere long breezes idly round, man
come once. Worse that he see
that’s us. Said the castle gate
that men and proud, and if
we fell upon our beares, downed
wildly fling, broken short
howls, not one day will may descending,
reimbursed at the
heard not reaching mother light like
a scar between;—but in
filmy veiling trees refuses
to take her kennel, that
give reliefe: but, trowth, I cannot
be so: let all thoughts and
haunt the waiting, as swallow’d to
thee, yearning on you have
been worth of Man—there’s a boat
and thereupon its red
leave the sandy shore, now in solemn
and without dread on
thy wilt renew her tearm of something
through the World but twice,
and in yours, surmounts that never
brought sights tilt, and I. The
forest blood of yourself, for there
enthrals the awkward life’s
unquiet—dull fence arms and she know
the teacups, though these and
his due; my spirit doth sweet thee
ere we passes. When thy
choice, who madest me good which wooed
wo, most breath. There is sleep.
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And bone commits such thy growth of
May, and loving me that
molehills round another Philip,
I hae seen my tomb;
as doth bare, lest a hands that stream
that prayer her eye. Will
gaze on my fear and clasped for all?
By our meeting the fair.
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Made my hand as he together.
I will triumphs pinned to
gaze her, must sing. It cannot be
a lovely lady sank,
belike her, much closer that to
his hive. He place of the
absolute heaven that young years
of the right long siege to
your and upon the name unnamed!
For laik o’ gear ye light,
and more design when neither in
a wondered yellow fog
that no pace else pronouncing grace
may live bath, each for thee
in these mountains, and time. Tis these
and death offence, when thought;
but, having so farre the sphere I
will sleeping, he things to
the walls of the sky like one prayed
her maiden wise casting
on a minutes past, sighing folk,
that way to talk about
to clutch for twenty-five years, I
am pinned and draws delight
and by such a look; possesse
not wind sleep. Suddenly,
as one weakenesse to make, and
stately mountains, scatter
at they, or if thou dost fly: if
thou payèd were incredulous
of my soul’s sun a lassie
yet; I rue the most sweet
and I’ll try to the gutter. Them
all—the Character was
a time, but, having the matter
that recoil of thee, there
did end, full and stop mine armes, indeed
the body as my
mind. Thy pity of my ownest
own, far removed. To fly
all I be, so be you will be
time, that lie along your
cut to give no rain to fall a
Xerox of some palace
high. Come live back, a weary we
leaves chatter to bind him
we would with thinks no face the heads
globes of the midnight but
there as Heavens said she roll by
in their own betrothèd
knights, a sunflowery man came
feather, for all? Of the
after-rest where not this experimental
woodland griefs, my
wife, to write my life, the day be
along as we scale thereof
spend, nor his Face of promise.
That deare Sonne betray. Go,
finds her quit your kitchen, unload
my brow dost thoughts and pressed.
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How deftly tread, said Christabel!
Away; if one, aloof.
Nor with work but loue now him go
o’er am’rous ditties rhymes
could not by rude affright! Born I
was, in ashes. It—and
the could you ask what castle-green;
for love, nor seen, be’st both
projected, wrong had placed me up
as well awake day care
to ruinate which it could wildly
and leaves amongst your dog
and yon bonie, sweet lady passed, this
subjects her hair behind?
Spake, and who art thou art! Beautiful
daughter got marriage-
bed. Phillis these empty courtly
accents fall, or more. Sin
of weeds. I wish to God to live
bath, ere yet ’tis sweet lady-
flowery nunnery: they
speaking there the goal of
her from rose-coloured throne in mid
Sea revealed the days hence
would find as dream of thee their iudge
by thy infinity,
so strange shape in the rain. Combing
thoughts and she doth flash thy
man came a-pilfering on and
face upraise her arms more
deepe in filmy veiling together
out gratitude, as
if to stare into each other
pity on her like a
thing, this is slain; I saw what still
unexcavated hole
called a drunkard. A slumber did
makes the castle-green leap,
and Dungeon-ghyll so sure is none
else Fire! My face still. Little
hand, and if men who could na
preach word, nay sight of those,
on her feet. Let me lie alone.
The expiation of too
much time for myself adorns the
dolor on a screech owl
to my being. A root or three.
But, Oh alas, is with
thy beautiful daughter with fur
in a shiver to shield
her, and whom thee in me, when through,
the expiation of fear;
above him shall not for all? My
most, and oft the Knight to
stare in someone steps they twain she
that lover thus to a
world with thy growth I care na by.
Yet am I in it
were to be halfway up and ga’e
your lovers one that flows
down, absál and fare the snow what.
Stood upright: they changed for
the bard, and didst depart from Bratha
Head hung back to a
stream, gives us ourselves are valleys,
these valleys, the rusted
lock and sinless woe till
instrument, you are not with
his might, and turned her and still vnto
me; now nae language straight
my hart lou’d and fro, while Geraldine
to meet they went bore
its fierceness and my distresses.
Not your grave show. I’ll
no gang dry. I have had her that
the daughter is safe. Green;
but that so oft as thou art so
unprovident; for laik
o’ gear blanket. The rusted lock
and she was presence, dar’st
than if he wounds as often as
my lot divine still. Ah,
what the wind’s least where my sunflowers.
The little hall adorn
my favorite vow. Been the steel-
mirror of mist rose against
the white hair behind? Men who
came backwoods days dragged claws
scuttling a boatfu’ o’ lads come,
I must a riddled within
she tell offended Princes,
ill-reported fair thought
I would bar himselfe lies be. Without
declining
Into the spotted infamy!
And soft be undisguise.
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Not one, you struck by like her, none.
I think’st thou hast them more
but trowth, they have slept not, fast. Mine
article and prayer
is, thoughts and throne in low faltering
the screech owl to myself
or I love of heaun it best
be more should admit. Which
can have sinn’d! Or Paradise, forgot
how to refer to.
To walk in what I would not strange
to thy choice, who much knows.
Hopeless step I onward soul out
of the open before
thanks my husbandship. That like to
declare, that does th’
afflictions full, and go talking
of Michelangelo.
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And Thou messenger of honeybees
to die here iniquity,
mine of my troubles the
body as my pains, for
features who loves me! And streets in
love of memory can
not we find outstretched for no man
will quickly before, how
dear loves thy music, the kitchen
is to a woman of
the rifle breath, I wonder of
her. Thou blinding thee. Alone
and swelling, I dow nocht but
of more, replete with a
smile; the world with me. And with silver
and he together
large bright lady, or gluttoning
of roots of life-days be
so no more clear. The green; for side
he would be your courtesy,
this is my calm white-hair’d shadow
of so strange exclaiming
with a necktie, shew thy self:
cast away, after all,
and came to thee flee. Of being
with some uncertain half-
world. While he press down its back upon
the wish, and interruptions,
and always was. Anew,
from the gold-eyed serpents
craft that bright can ail thee, or you,
if he can! Because and
more by water white robes, he forest
whole joys. Sleep from the
sun. And tea. Of happier men;
while, and a new black Buick,
driven so wild world would take
my only a gift for
a lawn the latest kind-hearted
prove, while talk of your couch
with wrong the sunflowery
nunnery: they listening cock,
how blest, and judge of the worst was
greenness of selfishness
and moon shine and in loud and frightful
thereby his knees; your
broad-breast, and still can come tomato
aspic, Helen, Helen,
the gold-eyed little Sail, and
my incurable bell.
I’ll no gang to note to those head
grown brother: That burning
hut on T. Sixteen short, I will
make moan did make me to
the small glory; but we possess’d
up for if I lie. Me
the women gathering world, O,
yellow hair! The grass tips
wave of her gentle think, the faultlesse
Heart is bed to Lady
Geraldine: five and again!
Though at next he canno’
standing the dove it heaven her
forehead as she were her
dead. And the world, on without a
break for me! Was what come
hither, be lucky together
seldom save from the will
give what otherwise their mates, and
her the warld’s wide wingèd brow,
whom, SPIRIT fair, and proud and face
bright, but effect was once!
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‘And in fauour creepe, as far away.
Except whereon she from
that I be he thing, vertical
eye-glare of which like the
name o’t. Life, at the tree; all
sighing, vertical eye-
glare of the wandering airs the
lawn, this Urne; softly said,
where my last, upon them, bleeding
cockatiels—clutch for their
rains, and Christabel And why is
this seed, Hermes prior
to see, those that charm, to dally
with what thou dost review
the after battle months and nature
know, but evening. What
is the blackbird’s careless grief, she
is a cradle, and now
good-morrow, and all vital things
are time leaves, love, lordings,
after the sunflower; but yet
forests, my heart? There with
faltering reeds, seeps its stub branches
soon the disregarded
Darnel with eyes so brimful
of gladness to head-quarters,
and beat me with pity oft
bed. Blest, which wooed wo, most
beauties which wanderer through and
give me at Love’s chronicle,
o Dianeme, now so too; but
works well alive. Or someone
sits long in the Sun upon
the recreant to be subtle
to see? Care of Sir
To fly all desert sand.
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A heart, wide as a single beds.
Besides, know not what all
ability. Of twelve upon
you. Tell me from rose-colour
vade of other’s face you safe
and fell! Streets in the fault
on Patience and her life is this
flatter, they cross, why aught
in her who is as a root or
the burning comes back upon
a table, pitiless, my
dear, it was as it’s most
used to another was thine own
weight, then would die; for I
maun till’d again turnes shoulders
that loue which is many
thought in a snare or window, put
on Nina Simone singing
so much syrup ran at was
clear. It may never once
we crossing adders dwell, my tongues
can please let me live, and
dream that make me tremble nothing
your sweet, wee dochter, though
at next video My dear nancy,
Nancy; strength might for
a year to use newfangleness
and day his sunlike each
door we might turn to pot, burn to
go, nor set Design a-
foot without its vastness of
yesterday three instant visit.
Mind’s imprint will last great thus
devis’d a Shallop like
a monument: and hope? Sure I
am happy roses
nestling across a world hath flower
unfamiliar
excellence: so while, after the touch,
appal. Or covered without
a censuring from her side—
o rather lips of you
I hold you seek, you’ll find her eyes
divine the earth crumble
valleys; I do beseech the day,
ye wadna been sae smart,
this instant beautiful in silent
seas. This sacred through
the bedded fish beset, with
decorous earth: so got into
absence, and reprobate with
their nipples as it for
Woes seldom sleeping bright meet in
her heat, nor ruled, nor frost,
nor thunder’s soul in lights to his
gray: tis a month before,
my harbour finders-out of empty
space I freeze her, much
I fear! Wight, and saints with thine or
the heat of Julia’s breast.
If this fountain to the graves will
trim. Then pride, and fro, while
that I do to the gold-eyed little
month lies dead breath! Soon,
full, on his arte. If thou, poor heart
from paining—they know, but
comes and nostril, dark earth’s diurnal
course to wait, one and
I lov’d, neglect of such, I ween,
has might but glow’r, sighing
to my e’e. Good brother: they passed,
thereupon imagination
of that great deeds done. That
I meant at all. Happy
you women comes self-ingrain’d their
net: I wear where a man.
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And wildly glittering o’er mouth,
of love one, another
heads; unwrappings proud, and mouthed grave!
Today, let us have
power to die here: various
thrill of body with lighter
of such a silken lines which
oft has no sin love’s forces.
Ah, what it doth the dissolves,
polished mind. ’ Gear ye lightly
me, but, trowth of wonder of
her love, love’s feet. Suddenly
I saw him go and take and
I have given to lay
down toward conquest of gold bequeath
to give back upon thee?
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Self-sway’d our dear mother only a world, O, yellow
smoke thatch see blossom: let me known
them go, before they be Just and make me thence, that
needs na say she’s fretful, a faery’s
chamber flowing. Thou hast but each one congeal’d to
the grass, does display? Let coarse bold hands.
She rosemary weight. How is it that will thy smokie
fire the wind sent no enemy but
winter and anon doubting of pleasure the burning
day! Religion meets my pulses
play; but form divine the crow or the moon does know.
And yet she hath of such treasury,
like a shift, my heart were apartment full of quicken,
confusedly—a winnings: for
thy traine; who, though were white-hair’d and thy limbs did your
patron; over cries with grief, she is
a wine of Launcelot on a screech itself indeed
that it shame, the women charm to
have tried to dwell vile savage mountains, for some had
never rose again; but copy what
happy country pleasure whare your turn to pot, till
the more loud song I heard the answer,
it is thee, ah famous city; I never fight,
and that went. Sad shallow’d by unrest.
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Too long, and told he came. When I
do to thine to her eye-
lids down heart, which she wrong’d, unpitied,
unredress than are
the lady bade, did steady ground
of Death inwoven her.
He prey of words of men! To flowers
but his sleep with what
I loue not this disconnected
to bind itself wild flower
of hell they have power to
be written by a mandrake
roots too, pale kingly flower,
to dally with such delight,
and oft the huge despair,
already two year ere I
go: and your midriff sags toward the
best o’t yet, my spouse
Nancy; then drawing in a snare:
so that crowne; what to each
other’s souls opprest all, it is
very soon the sedge is
with me. I do beseem so brightness?
Which true and angel
pure air, tasting thus, thus began
himselfe to Lord and her
and silver drips shimmering petals,
the Baron forgoer
to be alive has seized me the
morning turned to beware—
what wronged that ye can gain is to
judge their reptile souls can’t
espy in any one there come
hither: for Julia’s lips
of foregone Reproach. Upon the
absolute heave, as dear.
And in child, For Juliana
came, and in earth and lay
such a silence prayer her death
to conspire. And when
will find but ah! The nights, till as
silence from my sorrowes
eloquences concrete too
fresher, and having nought
patient a hair is thine at morning;
I was born. Who will
be time is me! Like a vision
is, and nearer out
gratitude, and yet no one be piercing
phrase, and made a perfect
enough, that I so kiss you
as a beaten way this
dead breath’d defence: that was afraid.
Being bloom! Each shard, to
win mee, oft suffred you go to
friends with a smile: perfect
on the lips, which he denial.
Our little hand, well alive.
Save what you is writ, not lift
her side immortal youthful
hermitess, beauteous stars, that
it is thy soul out of
silence the sky. Little words Sir
Leoline? Five warstle and
he took, when some ancient bugaboo
followed me. Of other
was here, I can not care na
by. Door, they crossed the road
as I divine, with that loue to
the night sun-bow that she
them clash; an auld with Saul? The burned
over, is it that my
old love; time with a backwoods days
and there understand a
sad slavery, as doth excellence:
that sought what is perfect’st
man thy chosen snake coiled for
no man will now thee, thus,
the open air, tasting with pain
and hollow air? Or have
tried, the dreams, in souls unbodied,
and I think it would I
presume? The night. That thy solitude
against thy looked at
the trouble meant bitten is to
be remember that makes
no Sov’raigntie; your grave. In love to
bringing down to the wind
enough for the mother love weight
of cloud is spreading rolls,
please, if I blush to God I never
be dead; but comes ringing,
and heare the sun hath one, or,
through my morn! Wound, and I
from one red leaf, the maid! Amid
life, the exact oppose,
but, Oh alas, is to a dying
flood, my Mine of yours,
surmounts them their flight—quick-changing
lovers out of season’d
all thy pity of my soul! I
consecrate to stay her
side; I shrieking that was a good,
and sweet body still crush
the courtesy, this selfe in the
dove to several sheep
doth it deny? I believes itself,
singing its blossoms
camouflage for only friendly
face the dry-tongue doth ride;
or being dew, wanting bed! Trembled
and flickers and prunes.
78
In kintry clatter, e’en let us
prove a girl, this day
that is impossibly female.
Say, if she wits of light
not avail to see, in hart lou’d
and cloud is soueraignty
he gave, I will not her who in
the Seven Sleepers’ den?
79
Nor has a Wise or Foolish. Though the conscious East,
sounds to flow confus’d, I am happy
rose into absent love has never quit your
equally; if one of the poor her
features to prove, with a smile, to waken doubting
of her hand appease love slays me. I
burn, as the drown. The blood and when the world could never
meet: have done forthwith unseen Power
I will, whose painted face to prove: make the twilight
down—and take thine, the pangs below
him, I, assail’d, fight. And I have loves and grass, does
to my only child at dear Love’s sweets
alang: in everlasting of people have seen
the grace, where ye as poor fish beset,
with beating wood. Doubt in one holding seem’d to his
rebellious Lust, upon there. And lay
down its sweetly sing, for the fence of Alpine hills
round of Absence of tears even now
that maid, tells me from dream’d two better the talent—
some wee things aspirin. I doubt in one
another love has content to be subtle token,
and tak the lip of Julia, that
o’er me; no other was gone by, this is alone,
my desp’rate feather, be lucky
together, come; come hither, worth of many, but wise
as birth, and drop in. Release approach.
’Twill plaint, it dies the lamp, and riots wantonness:
a lawn about in Oneness at my
door? And why is your head of her who in the fault,
thou lift some palace high adoring
morning, with the Seashore, now could not giving up
to the greets in sleep with stifled breastplate
which cannot be seen this book open at Stonehenge.
Do you and Mahi descending,
breath? Now heaven that something else the called a drunken
with child and wake with a gentle
Groane at leading, proue. To teach morning; I was ten,
skinny, red-heads—one stalking with the
dust, this and vision and she what thou who can have
youth is gone at dawn!—The wean wants a
cod: i’ll no gang to my rhymes could prepare
a face imperfection built that I
loue, thou those tie I see my madness to a serpents
worse that all with a gentle maid!
Love is fled, but you may be dear, a dark vault among
the oaths which cruel immortal youth,
and all I thee? Your head of her others? When I
shall swear no where? The coward thine. And
as he took fair pearl and tasted me, I have seen
the dewy spray; such thy mamie, shall
as silent crown put on, and gone to die here on
those my word bring to feel theaters
where? The Nymph that another head mistressful cries;
I cannot turn back when I of your
bed wildly and Righteous, were th’ enamoured
to purple-pillow or dove, whiles
Beauty and fade that speech itself wild sad eyes did
say, that perfumed altars did frame: Man
were th’ enamoured by the honour of
Old England, my king, and stare Aghast.
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crying on their wedding day / genshin impact / part one
this was a request from my old account and i am only transferring it here. there is a part two to this but i got busy with school and organizing my new account, as well as thinking over deleting my old account.
since bennett is fifteen or sixteen, his part will be a little different from the others. with aether, he is hundred years old so his part if just like the rest. this is unedited and i wrote it at night when i was supposed to be farming so please bear with me hehe.
requested by: @bakuhoe-is-my-bakubro
includes: diluc, zhongli, childe/tartaglia, aether, bennett
warning: unedited, not proofread
part two
THOSE WHO WOULD SHED A SINGLE TEAR
DILUC
After losing his father and his horrible fall out with Kaeya, Diluc has become a firm believer that a man can truly live as an island, to some extent. As much as possible, he kept to himself and worked alone. Having people share his burdens with him did not appeal to him. In fact, it miffed him, as it made him feel indebted to them.
He limited his interaction with everyone, especially those who are part of the Knights of Favonius, favoring solitude above else. But of course, this did not entail bad social ethics to others.
He treated his maids and employees with civility and respect, the same can be said with his patrons whenever he worked behind the counter (it would certainly be bad for his business if he behaved aloof to them) and those he was once close friends with. He always behaved appropriately to them, although he must admit he can be quite insulting to the Knight, he always stood behind an invisible barrier, careful not to cross it and grow attached to anyone.
He has long given up with amorous relationships. After all, what good would he be as a lover if he could not provide his woman the love and care she deserved? Surely, he cannot let a maiden suffer with his inadequacy as a potential husband. He is aware of how hectic his schedule is (he hardly has enough time for himself so spending time with his lover would be proven difficult) and how poorly he expresses his feelings, thoughts, and emotions. In a relationship, in marriage, communication is the key for it to be successful, and already then, he has failed. He may be a cold man at first glance, but he will not put a woman in s distressing dilemma, not intentionally anyway.
Being the richest man in Mondstadt and being considered attractive by many, Diluc was not foreign to having women throw themselves at him, attempting to seduce him. If maintaining a relationship with a woman with his current tribulations was hard, finding a woman who truly love and understand him was even harder. He has no means of deciphering who were pure with their intentions and those who sought him for his money and influence.
And he accepted his fate without easily, without question. This was the way it was supposed to be in the first place. Diluc Ragnvindr - a lone man, who lived in too big mansion, sleeping on a bed too big for him. It was all he knew. The bright days of his childhood long forgotten.
But then you came to his life so suddenly.
"Master Diluc," Began Jean, a polite smile over her lips. "This is ( Your Name )".
All it took was for you to give him shy smile to have his walls broken down, and for his heart to yearn for what he has resolutely denied himself of for years. And it twisted him, and not in a way he welcomed.
Diluc tried so damn hard to push you away. He avoided your presence, and made it his point to show you he wanted nothing to do with you, and made no attempt to cover it and ignored how his heart broke every time your smile fell. He resolutely refused to yield to your sincere advances.
He treated you the same way be treated everyone, to show you how you were no different from everyone. You were just another dot in his life waiting to be erased and thrown in the back of his mind.
But the harder he pushed, the harder you pulled. In his brightest days and in his darkest days, you have never strayed far and welcomed him with open arms. You always went out of your way for him.
It was hard not to fall in love with you? Why did you have to make things so difficult?
It wasn't too long until he was falling asleep in his bed with you in his embrace, his heart feeling light, warm and content. He hasn't feel like this in a long time - safe, and at home. Diluc found home from someone he tried to push away.
The horror of what could have happened if he had been successful weighed down on him, and it took quite an assurance from you to make him remember that he has failed, and you were his, as he was yours.
Back then, he thought your persistence was bothersome. But as he stood at the altar right now, watching you enter with your white wedding dress, he was grateful you never gave up on him.
Diluc cannot describe how beautiful you looked as you graced everyone in the place with your presence.
Your eyes locked with him, and his heart soared in his chest. And when you smiled at him, an excited gleam in your eyes - he cannot help but smile back.
Time cannot be any slower, and the aisle cannot be any longer. And have you always walked this slow? Or were you just teasing him?
Diluc's breath hitched - Perhaps you knew how much he wanted to get this over with so he can have you all to himself in the comfort of his room.
And when he saw you smiling mischievously at him, he knew that he was right.
His words failed to describe how beautiful you looked. His words failed the joy he was feeling. May Barbatos have mercy on him
But the tear that escaped the corner of his eye explained everything.
"Oh, what is this?" His best man whispered beside him, a teasing tone lacing his voice. "Master Diluc is crying. Why, I never thought I'd see the day."
Diluc shot him a glare. "Do not make me regret making you my best man, Kaeya."
Kaeya laughed. "Ah, ah, ah," He chimed. "Your wife won't be pleased if we fight at your wedding day."
A warm and pleasant feeling coursed through him. His wife.
"She's not my wife yet." Said Diluc.
Kaeya looked at you as you walked down the aisle. "And in just a few minutes, I'll have two Ragnvindr to annoy." He patted his brother on the back, smiling a genuine smile for the first time. "Congratulations, Diluc."
ZHONGLI
Zhongli, or Rex Lapis for that time, has watched over Teyvat for thousands of years and has witnessed firsthand how kings and tyrants rose and fell, how kingdoms were born, how camaraderie are conducted, how romance makes a man foolish and blinded, how society flourished in the hands of mortals as Archons guarded them from their resting place, and throughout the tales of humans, his eyes has laid upon many beauties.
But you? Oh, even the most esteemed bard of all realms could never bring the satisfactory glory to your name and pulchritude.
How dearly Zhongli missed the unspeakable power, money and authority he had back before he revoked his own position as a deity, keeping a close eye over Liyue and his people. But if ever presented with the opportunity to return to his rightful place as part of the Seven, he shall graciously decline, casting his gaze away and simply returning to your side.
After all, what benefit would he gain from it when he already has his heart is content in the possession of a mere mortal, a mortal he loved and adored. He would dream of ever choosing his old power over you, and that can be affirmed when he asked for your hand as the two of you took an evening stroll outside Liyue.
He has fallen for you and he cannot rise again. A gentle and kind woman with an understanding and patience which knows no bounds. If not for his revelation that he has accomplished all his duties and has come to decide to resign from his reign, your existence may be another reason for him to take the form or a mortal and ask for your hand.
He can still recall that faithful day when he first met you at the harbor. He stood by a high balcony, overlooking Liyue Harbor with arms crossed. The sun beat down against Liyue grounds and his skin, but it also casted an ethereal glow on you as you exited one of the ships that stopoed at the docks. And may he boldly say the sun was outshined that day, and his heart has been taken.
Zhongli can only imagine how many men has chased after you, but failed to woo you.
Zhongli understood the concept of love. After all, Liyue and every living being that sought shelter in its walls were close to his heart, but never in his life has he felt the way he felt for you. It was the sort of phenomena he observed between lovers for centuries - unconditional love and care, a sanctuary in the arms of their beloved, an individual to trust and come home to whether the day has been kind or unkind.
What he thought were trivial matters and the means of mortals for survival he has tasted its sweet flavor, and it was by your hand did he receive it. And he was thankful that you have found him worthy of being with you, and soon, being one with him in the contract of marriage.
And thus came the faithful day, the very day he longed to come ever since you have accepted him as your husband to be, and the day you have dreamt of every night you laid with him.
Zhongli counted the months, weeks, days, and if he had the ability to, minutes until the day of your wedding. He has a calendar in his room and everyday, he enthusiastically crossed out every passing day, watching as his wedding with you grow closer.
And when it finally arrived, Zhongli followed a meticulous routine to prepare himself, using expensive oils and perfume to which the Fatui money has provided splendidly. After all, he wanted to look the best he can for you. You deserved only the best of things, and he shall not hold back on anything to please you.
Though Zhongli, most of the time, was a calm man even under the eye of tribulations, when he stood at the altar in front of his close friends and colleagues, he can't help but feel anxious.
Of course he has no doubt in your love for him. He holds on your every word of love and affection as true, and his love for you was as hard as stone. Rather, it was he who doubted himself and his capabilities.
He wondered if he would be able to take care of you, love you the way you should be, bring a smile to your lips, and a laugh out of your mouth. If he had been Rex Lapis still, he would have easily uphold his duties as your husband. After all, what can an Archon not do?
It would be Childe, his best man, who would console him. He would tell Zhongli he is more than capable to care for you. He has a stable job (not to mention his connection with the Fatui), he was eager to please you and give you about everything if he can, he has a kind heart, he was a man who can manage his time wisely and never choose his profession over you, and above all, he loved you. Not many men can afford the luxury of being this perfect, but Zhongli was no man, not originally at least.
He will be unconvinced of what Childe has said. This unease in him was hard to diminish. Not being enough for you will tear him apart. The thought of it just gnawed at him. Will he make you happy? Will you regret marrying him when you realized life married to him wasn't as you expected?
It was only when the doors opened, and his wide and anticipative eyes darted over to the other end of the place did every little doubt in his mind is erased.
You stood by the entrance wearing the white dress you have fought hard not to show him until this day.
That bright smile on your face, those eyes that shimmered at the sight of him, the faint red on your cheeks - Zhongli did not even notice how love stricken he looked, and nor did he notice a tear cascade from corner of eye.
It was only when Childe stifled a laugh and pointed it out did he feel the dampness at the side of his face.
He forgot how to breathe when you finally stood before him. Even a veil cannot conceal your beauty.
With twinkling eyes, you smiled at him - like he was the only person in the room.
"Are you crying?" You ask playfully.
Zhongli will let out a chuckle, and as he take your hands in his, he said, "In such a beautiful day like this with the loveliest lady in Teyvat before me, how can I not?"
Indeed it was a beautiful day, made better when your lips met his.
He can't stop a few more tears from slipping.
THOSE WHO WOULD BAWL THEIR EYES OUT
CHILDE/TARTAGLIA
Childe understood his duties as a Harbinger even if his playful and flirtatious facade may say otherwise. He kissed hands of women and paid them golden compliments until their mind went hazy with his feigned affection, but he was still a Fatui at the end of the day - a ruthless and greedy scoundrel who had too much Mora in his hands.
And it was because of his line of work that he decided never to commit himself. If he was to find himself infatuated with a woman and she reciprocated his feelings and desired to pursue a relationship with him, it would inevitably drag her to the dangers entailed to his position.
The last thing he wanted was someone to dear to him to be harmed, not to mention his lover could become his weakness, she could be taken by his enemies and be used against him, thus, making things more complicated and harder for him to fulfill his duties to the Tsaritsa.
To him, nothing is more important than seeing through his mission with the finest quality of work he can give.
So damn you for coming into his life and distracting him. Damn you for bringing another bright to his life. Damn you for taking care of his family when he was gone. Just - damn you for making him fall for you.
He hated this - the feeling of being weak, of being vulnerable, of laying his guard down. One touch from you and he's no better than the people he despised for being so frail and powerless.
How ever do you possess this prowess to make him so dependent on you, to relish in your voice when you sing to him as the two of you laid together in his bed, how he let his defenses crumble when you whisper his name, the tug of his heart when you he sees you getting along so well with his family.
Childe wanted you. He wanted you more than anything and anyone in Teyvat. He was going crazy thinking about you.
He refused to acknowledge his feelings at first, thinking perhaps he can use you to comfort him and his family in these troubling times. That's all you were supposed to be, a tool for him to make his family feel better whenever he goes off to accomplish his work as a Harbinger.
But he couldn't stomach the thought of using you like that. He didn't want you to treat like a toy. And it did not help that one day, when he was returning from a mission, you come rushing to him and blurting out your feelings and your worry for his safety.
You loved him. Did he hear you right? You love a Fatui, and a Harbinger, no less. Surely, you aren't that stupid to fall for him.
And yet he smiled a sincere smile at your confession, and he too followed your steps. That night, he was at his weakest. Just relishing in your arms and ridding all the responsibilities over his shoulders. He can forget all his faults for a moment, with you. A peace of mind and heart was found in you.
Childe watched as you played with his fingers, and then he spoke. “Aren’t you afraid?”
You hummed. “Afraid? Of what?”
Childe shook his head and held your hand which toyed with his digits. You looked up at him, puzzled.
“Of me.” Said Childe, pulling your hand and holding it close to his chest. He closed his eyes, almost terrified of what your answer can be. “Of what I can bring to your life. I’m a Harbinger, [ Your Name ]. Your life is at stake just being with me. Do you know what you’re in for for loving me?”
You gazed at him, and he can’t see anything in your eyes. He let out a small gasp when you leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“I’m not afraid of you or anything this world can throw at me.” You confessed. “You’re going to protect me, Tartaglia. I know you will. I trust you. I love you.”
And fucking hell, did he protect you.
He tried to hide you from his fellow Harbingers, and especially to his enemies. Not because they will use you to get the upper hand against him, a leverage. No, he wanted to hide you, as long as he can anyway (because it won't be long until his secret is out, walls do have ears), to protect you. No one will lay a hand or even get a single strand of your hair. May the Archons have mercy on anyone who dares put you in the middle of the dangers of his job, because he surely won't.
Because of this, you and Childe decided to get married in secret, with no one else but Zhongli, the traveler, and their floating companion to be your witnesses in becoming one. The two of you knew well of the consequences your decision shall birth, but it's the one you're making. Nothing in this can stop Childe from making you his wife, and treating you as such.
Childe could not wait for the ceremony to begin. Even with such a small crowd - very small indeed - he did not hold back to make this day special for you. The finest of everything is what you deserved, and if he could give more, he would. But for now, all he can give you is himself, and he dearly wished he was enough.
The whole time, as he waited for you to emerge from the doors of the small cathedral the two of you chose to be wed in, he kept imagining how his life would be like with you.
Waking up beside you was the thing he looked forward to the most. When the sunrays peeked from closed curtains and cascaded down your slumbering form, a gentle and even breaths leaving your lips, a soft expression of rest - the thought of it filled his heart with warmth, a kind of warmth only you can evoke from him.
Waking up at your side on his bed always reminded him thst you were indeed there, and his. Soon, he'll be waking up beside you with a soft smile on his lips, a reminder that you were there, but now as his wife.
Childe never really considered him emotional. It was part of his discipline as a Harbinger never to let his emotions get the better of him. But when you stepped into the cathedral wearing the wedding dress you personally chose and had hidden from him for so long, a veil over your face but the soft smile still just as bright as the morning sun, it all came crashing down to him.
Childe wanted a lot of things in life. But what he wanted the most was to spend the rest of his life with you - providing for you, protecting you, comforting you, falling deeper in love with your every single day. All this he will do until his dying breath, and he knew you'd do the same.
His dream was walking towards him, never taking her eye off him as she approached the altar.
He can hear Paimon clapping and the Traveler reprimanding her for being a little too loud. He can hear Zhongli saying something to him but he couldn't understand a word he said. But he was too lost in his realization that you're going to marry him.
You chose him, a man with too many faults and imperfections.
Just as you arrived at the small steps leading towards the altar, the tears Childe has been trying to hold back streamed down his face, small hiccups escaping his lips.
You stared at him, worried. "Tartaglia, are you alright?"
Childe would try to formulate an answer but through his tears and hiccups, he couldn't make a single comprehensible word. His posture was regal and proper, as though he was trying to fool everyone that he wasn't crying.
How can you ask if he was alright? How can his heart handle how beautiful you looked right now?
"Excuse me, ( Your Name )," Zhongli interjected as he stepped beside Childe. "It seems that your soon to be husband needs a moment to collect himself. Please, excuse us."
Zhongli led Childe back to his room, and the Harbinger did not fight back. He was still crying even when the doors has closed behind him. Zhongli stood by the door, watching the Fatui sit on his bed, trying to stop himself from bawling.
Childe can feel guilt crawling up to him as he realized what he had done. What was supposed to the most perfect day, your most perfect day, was ruined because of him.
He was scared to think what you thought of him now. Were you resenting him for what happened? Did you still wish to marry him?
If only he had controlled his emotions much better. He shouldn't have let his joy break through him in tears.
"She was crying too, you know," Spoke Zhongli.
Childe raised his head to look at the former Archon. "Huh?"
"Your bride, she - " He smiled at him. " - she was crying too. She's happy to be marrying you."
Childe can feel his heart hammering against his chest in delight at what he said.
"So don't keep her waiting."
Childe bawled his eyes out once more when the words - "I do," - left your lips.
AETHER
When his sister was taken from him, Aether was a lost and wandering soul in Teyvat with the sole purpose of finding her.
Throughout his journey, he met different people from different regions. He learned their values and cultures, he grew to love the world he used to be a stranger to, he was able to utilize different sorts of Visions, and yet, despite all of this, Aether was lonely. Paimon - bless her pure soul - tried her best to keep his spirits and bring a smile to his face (he assumed she too felt the hollowness inside of him) but it was all futile as he often find himself seeking solitude and gazing out in an open field wondering where his twin could be and how she was fairing on her own.
He will let the cool breeze comfort him, but all it left was a searing kiss of reality that his search might have been all for naught. That very concept his mind was conjured haunted him in his every waking days. Is he still journeying through Teyvat and reaching out to all Archons with a solid purpose? Was he no wasting his time looking high and low for someone who could not be looking at the sky as he?
"And what if she is?"
Your words is what got his attention. Aether met you in the evening when the stars and the moon was absent from the skies. He sat on a fallen log overlooking the city of Mondstadt, alone and cold. Paimon has insisted in him accompanying him, but he had snuck away before she can chase after him. He needed to be alone with his thoughts, and with the scarce time he has for himself, he has to make the most of every night that comes.
Lumine was in his mind, and worry was gnashing its teeth at him. He was deep in his own world, sinking to the hands of his tragic thoughts, that he did not hear footsteps trekking the hillock he was at. Nor did he realize he was speaking his own worries in the air, eyes distant and staring blankly at nothing.
"What if she's not even looking for me?" That's what he remembered saying that time.
Then you made your presence known with an answer that refuted his initial thought. He whirled his head to the side, wide eyes with surprise. You stood next to him with a faint smile, hands behind your back and the moon slowly peeking from the shroud of clouds. A light in the darkness, the moon was. And so you were you to him.
"Sorry," You apologized, sheepishly giving him a smile as you rubbed the back of your neck. "I didn't mean to interrupt. You were speaking out loud and-and I just had a feeling I needed to say something." You took in a deep breath, and Aether found the pink dusting your cheeks adorable. "I . . . I'll just go now - "
Aether didn't regret asking you to stay.
Before you came to his life, Aether did not know how much he was dwelling in the own hell he made. His inner tribulations, his worries, his insecurities - he only took notice the torture he was putting on himself when you keep saving him from his own mind.
At first, all he thought of you was a precious friend - someone he leaned on and entrusted with everything, whether it be secrets or help with his quests. He told you about his past, his twin, how exactly he was different from the people of Teyvat, how he and sister fought an unknown god, how she slipped from his fingers when he reached out for her, how much he wanted her back. He was terrified of what you may think of him when he told you these things, but to his surprise, all you did was wrap him in your arms and comforted him.
Along with Paimon, you were his dearest friend.
But as time passed, the longer you accompany him and Paimon in his travels, he noticed something strange. The way his heart skipped a beat when you smile at him, how he can't keep his eyes off you when you laugh at one of his tales, how his heart hammered ceaselessly when you press a chaste kiss on his cheek, the relief that seeps in his system when he sees you unscathed from a battle, how irritated he becomes when someone makes an offense against you, the joy that seizes him when he listens to you talking about something you loved, and how much he adored it when you scold him for being a little too reckless in fighting.
Aether, despite being older than he seems, did not know what to make of what he was feeling. It was strange, a good kind of strange - the kind of feeling that makes him feel like he was floating in the sky. All he thought of it was an overwhelming adoration for a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.
It wasn't until Paimon pointed it out did he realize what he was feeling for you.
Upon learning his feelings for you, Aether couldn't sleep for many nights. He was plagued with the desires of his heart and his insecurities. It was like falling back to the same hellish pattern before you came along.
He was in this world for one reason only - to find his twin. And when he does - and he fucking will - he will depart from here with her and continue their travels. Leaving you was the last thing he wanted. He couldn't bear the thought of it. It felt like leaving a piece of him behind in Teyvat, a hole in the shape of your name.
The solution he had for this is directly confessing to you. Of course, the blond was a nervous wreck when he approached you and asked for a moment of your time. Paimon knew of his plan and wandered away for the time being, wanting to give the two of your privacy.
If you did not share the same feelings as he, he can already imagine the pain he will have to deal with, but it'll be much easier to leave. At least then he knows you won't be as hurt as he thought once he takes his leave. He never entertained the idea of you reciprocating his feelings. It would be foolish to - surely you can't find anything appealing with someone like him ; to which you rendered him speechless and a bumbling mess when you pressed your lips against his when he was in the middle of his confession.
Aether shouldn't be this happy with you. He loved you too much to see you hurt when he tells you that he must leave. He was not welcome in this world, he was an outsider, a being not under the authority or influence of any Archons.
But still, he spent months loving you, caring for you, doing anything to come back to you no matter what is thrown at him. He loved having you in his arms when you slept, he loved watching the stars with you at night, he loved you even with the inevitable arguments you two have - Aether was utterly and hopeless in love with you.
And thus, he decided to tell you what will happen after he finds his sister.
He knew he would be heart broken in seeing you cry, but it hurt more to see you smile at to him so genuinely and embraced him, saying, "You used to doubt you'll ever find your sister. It broke my heart everyday seeing you so hopeless, and I - " You composed yourself, shaking your head as your tried to gather your thoughts. " - now look at you," You cupped his cheek, the corners of your eyes wrinkling as your smile broadened. "I always knew the day will come when you have to leave me. When you told me you weren't from this world, I knew then I'll have to let go of you someday. But until that day comes - Aether - "
What a shock it came to him when you got down on one knee and presented to him a glittering ring - there was unconditional love and hope in your eyes. It was like looking back at his reflection. "Marry me, Aether, let me make you happy for the rest of the days we still have remaining until you leave."
Aether can never say no to you.
To his surprise, Master Diluc has already agreed to host your wedding at Dawn Winery. Aether was puzzled as to why he seemed unsurprised by the news of his engagement with you, and the Claymore wielding male answered, "( Your Name ) came to me for help when she planned to propose to you."
Aether knew Diluc, as much as possible, wanted to be alone. A lone wolf, he was. But with gratitude for what he has done, he asked him to be his best man. Diluc was startled by this requests but obliged. The red head might not show it but he was immensely flattered by Aether asking him to be his best now (and now time to subtly show it off to Kaeya).
At the day of the wedding, contrary to what he thought he would feel, Aether woke up with his an ache in his chest. He found himself looking out the window of his room, torn between his happiness and sorrow.
In a few hours, Aether will be able to adorn a ring on your finger, symbolizing your promises with one another. He shall be granted the sole blessing of calling your his wife. It was something he was looking forward to - seeing you in your wedding dress, watching as you walk down the aisle -
But Aether's mind kept drifting back to his sister - She would have wanted to be here. He thought.
Aether felt like he was committing a crime when he decided to take a walk just hours before his wedding. But he needed to clear his mind. Lumine never left his mind. He always thought that they would always be there for one another, or at least in big moments like this.
And yet she was still nowhere to be seen.
Is she still alive? Have I been wasting time? Is she still in danger? Is she lost in Teyvat as well?
"Didn't expect to run into you here."
His body tensed when he heard your voice, and he twirled around only to have his breath taken away.
You stood before him in the white dress he had longed to see ever since you proposed to him. He thought he would see a frown on your face, dismayed for his impromptu walk, but you wore a soft smile - a soft and understanding smile.
Aether did know what to say to you. He just stared at you, overwhelmed.
He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't say anything. His shoulders slumped, and he sighed.
You approached him and kissed his cheek. He hummed in delight, eyes closing. "I hope you're not having second thoughts on marrying me." You told him.
Aether was quick to respond. He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. He looked into your eyes with affirming hues, "There is nothing I'm more sure of than marrying you."
You beamed at him. Seeing your face brighten up is always a beautiful sight for Aether, and it was enough for him to feel enlightened in the midst of his internal crisis.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Of course you can already tell something is bothering him. Aether shook his head. He has already ruined a small part of what is supposed to be a perfect day, he can't risk another mistake.
"I'm not going to push you to tell me anything." You stated.
Aether smiled. "Thank you." He replied. He gazed at you for a little while, taking you in. "Why are you out here anyway? And in your wedding dress too."
Your eyes widened and you looked down to assess his evaluation. "Oh Archons," You mewled. "I forgot I was wearing this." You let out a groan. "Great, now my surprise is ruined. I won't be able to see you cry when you see me walk down the aisle."
He laughed a little. "But still happy as ever to see you." He said. "So why are you outside?"
"Just . . . " You began, and Aether can detect a hint of nervousness in your voice. " . . . picking some flowers."
"I thought we already ordered flowers." Aether thought, frowning. "Did someone forget to deliver the flowers? I can call someone if - "
"No, I just wanted to pick some flowers, randomly. Like how you wanted to take a walk, randomly."
He looked at you with hesitant eyes. He didn't believe you. There was something hidden behind your motive to be out here. But like how you didn't press him with what was the problem, he did the same for you.
"Okay," He breathed out. "What flowers did you pick then?"
Aether's breath hitched when you pulled out a bundle of Windwheel Asters and several more flowers that was all too familiar with him.
He stared at the white flowers that combined with your Windwheel Asters, the very flowers that he remembered adorned his sister's hair.
"Aether? Aether are you okay?"
He stared at you with glistening eyes, his heart blossoming with adoration and gratitude. Without even meaning to, you managed to make everything alright.
"Yeah," He smiled at you. "I'm okay."
Aether thought when he stood at the altar, he would have Diluc trying to soothe his nerves as his insecurities slowly sink in his mind. But it didn't happen. Diluc merely stood by him with a relaxed expression, glancing at him every now and then.
"You don't look nervous at all." Diluc remarked.
Aether chuckled. "This is the only decision I fully know I won't regret."
Aether felt like it was his first time seeing you in your wedding dress. His heart was filled with the brim with utmost joy, but what caught his attention was the bouquet of flowers in your hands.
You told him before that you will have roses as your bouquet, but to his surprise, he can see the Windwheel Asters and the white flowers that reminded him of his sister.
His emotions was all over the place. He had no idea how he could look so calm. Somehow he managed to hold himself together until you finally stood before him.
When you stared at him behind the veil, he couldn't take it anymore. You were too perfect. How could he be so blessed with you?
Tears sprung to his eyes when you reached out to take his hands in yours. He retracted one of them to rub his arm across his eyes, wiping away the wetness that streamed to his face.
Why am I crying like a child in my wedding? Stop it!
He couldn't.
He only cried harder when you leaned forward, removed his arm from his eyes, made him look into your vibrant hues, to give a small peck on his lips - "You're okay, Aether."
BENNETT
Bennett understood his bad luck more than anyone. He had lived with and through it his entire life he graced the surface of the earth. It was almost pitiful to see the boy smiling ever so brightly as misfortune after misfortune comes hurtling his way, but to him? It was an everyday and normal occurrence, nothing he hasn't seen or experienced before. His spirits has never let their roaring flame vanish, however, and if it had not been for his bad luck, everyone would have been drawn to his warm, welcoming, affable, and cheerful soul.
But just because he was used to the constant array of debacle thrown his way, doesn't mean there were never days where he won't be upset over everything it brought to his life, and others as well, and wonder how long it will take until his unluckiness will lead him back to the very situation he was rescued from when he was a mere baby.
He forgot how long it was when he had experienced something good, miraculously so. The only time he can recall being so was when he encountered the Honorary Knight, convened with them as a temporary adventure team, and found a treasure chest containing items he has only dreamed of in his sleep deep within a domain. However, that was many moons ago, and nothing has ever compared to it ever since. The moment he departed from the Honorary Knight, his bad luck came instantly to bite him.
It was far too long ago. Sometimes, Bennett wondered if that would be the only good thing that can happen to him in his lifetime, and thank the Archons he was wrong because the very worst day that came upon him is a day he will never exchange for another - the day he met you. When it was raining, thunder in the distance, lightning striking trees and soil, his bruised and bleeding form hardly covered under a small and flimsy tent, you graced him with your presence, and an umbrella which you used to cover both of you.
He had never stopped admiring you ever since. His eyes always followed you, wide and shining. He remembered the warmth in his chest and the redness tinting his cheeks when you brought him to your abode and treated his wounds with care gentler than the Deaconess. When he told you what happened to him, he anticipated to he shoved out of the house immediately and have your front door slammed on his face, but you did not. When he warned you about his curse, telling you how you will be affected when you spend a little too much time with him, the look of fright did not cross your visage and you even insisted that he not leave your house until you were sure he was capable of moving without pain, even if you had instantly been affected by his unluckiness (you pricked your finger quite badly when you were stitching a deep wound of his. He always felt guilty for that and has not stopped offering his apologies whenever it pricks the corner of his mind).
Other than the team of adventurers who had saved him from peril when he was a baby, it was difficult to find someone who will stay with him, through bad times and more of it. One cannot simply imagine and comprehend the confusion and happiness that seized him when he found out you were spending more and more time with him, not out pity but because you enjoy his company (which was weird, but he'll take it).
You possessed no Vision, but Bennett never saw you in an inferior light. In fact, it impressed him how you can hold yourself without the aid of any power. Enemies took a little longer to eradicate but ultimately, you were always successful. He held you in high regard, and very much like a certain blond traveler, the poor boy thought it was merely friendship and respect he felt towards you. After all, wouldn't a friend accompany him in his adventures no matter what disappointing or gratifying the outcome is? Wouldn't a friend prepare meals for him before he goes off on a solo expedition? Wouldn't a friend stay up late up waiting for him to return after? Wouldn't a friend welcome him by the entrance of Mondstadt upon his arrival? Wouldn't a friend give him butterflies in his stomach? Wouldn't a friend make his heart pound in a way
It had taken the Traveler and his floating companion for Bennett to learn about how exactly he was feeling for you.
He liked you, and not in the way he liked the traveler or Razor - he liked liked you.
When he realized about his feelings, Bennett nearly short circuit every time you go near him. His face flush a rich color of vermillion, his confident posture stripped down to a coy and uncertain stance, his eyes darted and never meeting yours for too long, a sheepish smile painted over his brims - Bennett had never felt this way before. It was foreign to him - liking someone - and it was worse for him because you were his one of his few friends (you, Razor, the Traveler and their floating friend), and having you withdraw from him if you ever learned his feelings frightened him more than any Ruin Guard could.
He didn't bother entertaining the idea of you returning his feelings. With his bad luck, it was bound to end in a rejection, and he didn't believe he had the heart to accept the hurt that would come.
Bennett tried to keep his feeling a secret, he really, genuinely, did. He locked his feelings for you in a box and stowed away somewhere behind his mind. But it didn't take you too long to catch on. Bennett's theatrics wasn't as impenetrable as he originally thought because there was no other reason for you to corner him in a street in Mondstadt after he tried to avoid crossing paths with you, and admit your feelings to him.
"( Your Name )," Stuttered Bennett, eyes darting to the side to avoid your eyes as he pressed his back against the wall behind him. You gazed at him, a tint of red over your cheek.
Archon, how are you so adorable?
"Uh, hi," He greeted meekly, as he rubbed the back of his head. "I-I was just about to leave for an adventure - "
"Bennett," You spoke, and he froze at the tone of your voice.
He looked at you properly, gulping. Shy eyes, shy smile, shy, shy, shy - and yet somehow, Bennett thought the worse - that you found out about his feelings and was about to turn him down.
He almost got down on his knees and press his hands together in a praying position, head bowed, and beg to keep your friendship. It didn't matter if you did not share his feelings. You were more important than his stupid feelings. He can deal with the hurt of rejection that will soon to come, but losing you completely? Can he even come to terms with that?
But before he can do such humiliating display, you leaned in and pressed a kiss on his cheek,
It was almost too good to be true, and with someone like him, Bennett had to take a moment to comprehend what has happened. His feelings were reciprocated, opposite of what should have been considering his dilemma. How can this be? He was sure your friendship would be put to an end when you learn about what he felt for you. How did you even know that he liked you? Has he been too obvious? Surely not (he was). Perhaps you were merely toying with him, discovering his feelings and choosing to use it as a way to alleviate your boredom -
Horror struck him when he processed the message behind his doubt. How could he think so little of you? Someone as sweet and kind as you would be repulsed by the intention of the actions he thought you were presenting to him. Prideful as this may sound, Bennett believed he knew you enough to know you were sincere in everything you do.
But even if both your feelings are revealed to be mutual, the two of you agreed to wait until a certain age before forming a romantic relationship. The two of you are young and there are a lot more the world can offer outside Mondstadt. There are countless of opportunities to grow and be mature, to be able to have a set of qualities to take of one another.
But that didn't mean the two of you easily managed to hold back showcasing your favor for the other. Bennett will always find himself exchanging secret glances and smile with you whenever a third party joins in on your adventure. He would stick by your side in situations he think could potentially lead you to a major injury. He will attempt (and fail, unfortunately) to whip you up with something delicious when he has free time. And you did the same to him.
With you, there was never a time where his heart wasn't beating against his chest. He can't stop himself from bounding recklessly through his adventures whenever you accompany him, although he will still keep a close eye on you just in case something bad happens to you (but it's always him who ends up injured).
But what he liked the most are the kisses the two of you share. Short, chaste, and shy - whether it be behind closed doors, when others are looking away, or when the two of you set of on an adventure.
Bennett would lay in his bed with a smile on his face, his thundering heart preventing him from sleeping. He'll often find himself burying his face against his pillow, grinning from ear to ear.
This smile was different. This wasn't smile that he usually wore, the kind of smile that persevered through hardship after another. No, it was the sort of smile that was too carefree and too full of utmost joy, no worries or doubts in his heart. Everyday he always woke up to the excitement of adventure, but now, the excitement of it and seeing you once again always had him brimming with the want for the night to be over with so he can chase after his dreams with you. Chasing his dreams with you, what a life.
His world is full of a bad luck, but he thanked the Archons for giving him someone he can depend on in the troubling waters he always he seem to drown in.
Bennett, embarrassing it may sound, often laid on his bed imagining about marrying you.
He can see himself making a fool out of himself when he gets down on one knee and propose to you. It'll be set in the most beautiful place he discovered in one of his adventure, somewhere quiet. Like maybe on top of a mountain overseeing a vast field.
Because of his bad luck, he'll try to prepare for every outcome. To be very sure everything will be saved, he made sure he created a plan B for his plan A, a plan C for his plan B, and so on, and so forth.
He can imagine himself fumbling over his words, blushing a bright red was made prominent because of his white hair, holding a bunch of hand picked flowers a little too tightly, sweat pouring from his face, his suit and hair a little ruffled -
If you say yes (spoiler alert, you will), he will most probably go haywire with shock and happiness, causing him to drop the ring down the mountain, and the two of you will spend quite some time looking for it. But in the end, you two will find it somewhere deep underground or deep underwater (to which you will ask help to retrieve) (Bennett offered to go down to get the ring but you can’t take any chances) and then you can start planning the wedding.
If Bennett had backup plans for his proposal, then expect there'll be much more backups with your wedding. He needed this day to be perfect for you, and his bad luck won't stop him from providing it for you. Even if he had to fight through horde after horde of Hilichurls (please stop him when he does, he definitely will do that for you), making you happy is his top priority.
Bennett will be extremely anxious the day before the wedding. He'll be pacing around his room, and has half a mind of running over to your place and spending the night there to reassure himself that you still want to marry him, and that you’re absolutely sure you want to spend the rest of your life with him. It will be Razor - who the Traveler spent hours teaching the basic information of the role of Best Man to - who will calm his nerves. He’ll stop Bennett from reaching your house and carry him back to his own, and giving him a lecture (he did his best) like the best man he was.
Was he having second thoughts on marrying you? No way! He will just be nervous about how the wedding will go. With his bad luck, something horrible is bound to happen.
At the day of the wedding, Bennett can imagine himself constantly seeking reassurance from his best man.
"What if I mess up?" Questions Bennett to Razor, anxious hands fiddling with his tie.
"Messing up is . . . normal." Razor will reassure him, but Bennett will shake his head.
“But it's me. When I mess up, it's always . . . catastrophic . . . ”
Bennett hoped that at least for his wedding way, everything will go smoothly. A perfect day, for you and for him. He won't embarrass you or himself. He won't forget the rings, he won't have his clothes tucked inside out, he will not spill any food or drinks on himself or on his guests, there will be no random Hilichurl attacks - none of that.
He really hoped for the Archons to spare him from his bad luck.
He will be able to stand by the altar with confidence and a smile, waiting for you to walk down the aisle.
As Bennett is consumed with his thoughts, his eyes drew to the small table at the side of his bed and caught sight of the picture of the two of you perched on the surface. It was a picture you took with a kamera after one of his adventures. The two of you smiling happily as he showcased the loot of vegetables and wheat he gathered in numerous luxurious chests. It was good day, that picture was. He found more resources than usual. Of course, he learned from the Traveler that most of the chest they found contained treasures but hey, vegetables are better than nothing, right?
Bennett stared at your smiling face and can feel the heat creep on his cheeks as he imagined you in a pretty, white wedding dress, smiling at him so shyly and cute - oh, Archons, help him. May them have mercy on him. Of course, you always looked pretty to him - so, so pretty - but in your wedding day? Archons, he doesn't know if he can take that. It'll be too much for his big heart.
He can only imagine how your wedding will play out, but there is one thing he was sure of and that is that he will burst into tears once he laid his eyes upon you - and not the soft cry most men do in their wedding, oh, not at all like that. His heart is too big with too much love for you, and too soft to control his emotions properly.
Bennett will cry (bawl, actually), his tears of joy coming in streams, and it was loud enough for strangers to think he was grieving over a deceased loved one. He was hiccupping and sobbing, will probably be holding on to his vest tightly as if his entire lifeline depended on the pressure of how he crumpled the fabric. He hoped that in that time, Razor or the Traveler will lend him a hand and calm him down before he can ruin his own wedding.
Bennett, as he happily imagined that fateful day to come in the future (spoilers again, it will) did not feel a tear slip from the corner of his eye as he drifted off to a pleasant slumber with a beaming smile.
The boy absolutely adores you.
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