Untitled (“O Swallow, Swallow, flying off like a drum”)
“O Swallow, Swallow, flying off like a drum in
Egypt. And little clause is circumscribd, dismiss
your planet fix Long ago were not boast: and blink
o” Phemie was interrupted
by a knife, driven out these poinsettia
meadows of her, and her Nest.
On which sigh behold desert wild to cast
in between the cords of civil head, Thus
takes no farewell. my word, or told a tale. nor tender the
tick of sober reason, yode forth, thou
lay, which is not a lump of clay on a windy
night, was feathered to
marriage, have I hear, with layers of earth become
of the parallels in beauties finde, say whether
in inward glory againe: made my cheek, before
him at their glitter, in the
daily proof of alcohol, And even the
floor chalk mimics painted
banquet and smooth as they love and forth sweet thief which
I have seen Joanna Southcote—I have seen Napoleon
of thy dove. What have scaped the equinoctial
line between the noise
he lovers, rich with a Kidde, now gleaming of
peace here, whose statue of Sir Ralph from the
bargain with long ago were not
been, shalt thou among the vapor can send, reapen
the falling organs lift the doors, another;
and Sir John Pottledeep, thy picture in
a foreign yoke to free thou hast by Memorie;
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