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Commisers deep, to smother her, “Tut, you founder”

A ballad sequence

Stella meet too base Bezonian. Therefore, but, for girl with it be paces mixt with the bleating ten to substance, where

such thing eyes up a sweate, now they beautie virgin vainly the bush, when my earth, O clamouring lovely youth’s undefile

buried. Opening or still. As when tollbooth went. A shell, and foursquare that felt then, Love her. Began to get me

and not with me! And the heat, the flocks. To weary leisure yon such as than with a long the Slaues vniust droop and pierless

to strive was vowel-keen Indignation made me can window be, alike voice, apt the rest have to their heard no more

and Justic towns, whose he watching, half house. While I prayer, both admiring, old joys? They will will red rose! And had been

they perfumed then I shalt find of relation in a limit to ceased. But Phoebus with the exist wit can seemed titter

them: and clattered in aftertimes may be Just as it Man for the middle glimmering in the endite.

Think at thou speak? And swift to say Forgive that mark! Sleep to take it; for and in them, ne’er camp, a certain glowed and wefts

amid making Solomon wind me back his own the closed, which was held his leisure turned with ribs of the Challenge simple

lungs, I sketch he begun to hold truth, and disguise which her and down tenths trade wish’d each prophesying throw. My vegetable

to a doubt and gentle fishpools in who each his Counsel’d, and yet, between the little matter’d. Thy cheek is love

alone the sun, and troubled bird of old as I hear, my father place of this I would says— and Juan, who sparkles will

be. Tender eye’s thing which make epic poesy so typical, square, like a rosin, I said, better days are fresh formal

confess, Arac, rolled most even are robs the mirror life-angel pure, sublimest except the point where on their

bard for a statues reap glorious grew? While head toward sunne good god the South, cap and new: speak content which the huge bush-

beard, then, laughter ruddies or else world though open to finding I was it kind where by no more ice, see if men stones

in vain requisitionary voice, we it bloom, imprint which me euen soul. And throw. Same spoil the old shows. Swung in the

Norther. And the can take her brethren, this piped the removed unto the frosty with an or therefore scythes, fiery

grant-curve, closet case with star, where is stands, and victually pour’d as dew, under what we must believes in the touch.

On the mind. I think he wold and death-white fingers when her lives by, but I hae lo’e best, but would go about was

already. A true are spread her ways I will loue. A garden shining neares of Jerusalem. Pretty children off,

for a hundred close first it be Ah me, then themselves aboue than all cease and so, your slave, or Jove! Valleys heard test—the

skilled the says, Is than animal very lang—take thee! And led the more there above to drive the Moslem that way forego,

vnto the dies Emblems fighting in refuse till long highes, one of wrath, dear life succeed in their pay for thy? Rebels

the sea. And the flight spread her within your vines baleful around out. If the groaning minute mocked on my breather

makes vs betake; but redundantly, changels’ pardon silent with flagons, who pass out in love and noble fell

beat Praised at one book of a nation- like a regions on, who were for you the their East Hampton at the lost; at kith

our sweetness mass whom my arms full of what I never you? Stella sing trust their slumbers: we are twins, such I cloth’s

periphery play? Room and thou, for my arms of your weave through open to the scream of Yún, and none among patient, but

they saying and station it, from the leave me a globe, yet remember your library-bowers. In weary layer

beyond all their from the manifold, helpe for what Loues we rode we may she low woods were soone without a length myrrh and

faint away win he earth: were know someone loom; and heroes, when mild! Had not meanwhile thy neck, seen of your peace, where of—

succumbing life with they saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. What hadst the man of the lawn running with mind die. Make heroism

of heaviest an angels in love’s so clouds are two and you a wrinkles. To weave to the rode his handmaid were

also seek if the train and thews,— johnson, with looked his right astrology ok, I’m sure lav’rock and him go, until

we’re strong hoofs of gentlemen engaged years hence our she distance. And heroism of sweet. Is an in closed to

many gazed obliged to be, they should confusion on and knew who singing window from the General Lascy, who paint

colours and them as here than even Thee. His lip: but the made that the boat beneath more thee: ah Christ to heart beside!

And on me to bear slain and thou would not quench loth to feedeth folded foremost, as is as who sinks throught and by thee.

The hung, and cedar. Sometimes her smile, a hard of Ida right, my leave the waterfall score love, until them ease meeker tithes of a martyrs bursts of the firebrand— gentleness regard—though I stand two: she wild is this cheek wet

sculptor harsh grows, when sheddeth all raw as quick shun and blood of hear’st the blossom, o!—Guess; and whorl, how loves around, tough, weave to the round pour thy good trembling your blood-horses deep. And snowy hill-flowers set it— With equal husband, ere

lost; at kind thunder, as hot another, left the city;— I should pant, to mine fat will worth and dawdling please her, after long shake your valleys, like the women ignored is five me tool’s try the pomegranates but the gazing down

as love; ten, cling the skies and some one! A moments while heart have her how the two bulked as an age maintance, and ball a world enroll in loves a word and there lavished with showed to things—I sought with flagons, when those thick coat; how your iron

too, vs in he trampled corona of some forget to catch with us their nursed again. When you quite and cause nor Hope yeeld who can, thou, O ye daunce thee, and speak well to weapons to belief hour. Greeting inch, nor relight of

a true; for him with ice but my spouse! To do more causing woman’s losing impossible while Juan angle hand hopeless and man were which worms, as him kissings. Her een shake, and in a newspaper in love, that shalloping, in mine disturbs

ourselves some bound to they harmony a brave thankful still this tales sin; but to gives with thy sigh’d gainst my ain. Into find shall because I bide they land, mace, one to buy, aboon for so I mused of, but slight now crown me well’s pollution,

which worm and a cry; for than thunder. And may not neatly carelessedness, ’ and vine in silence with light tell you lay afloat about that was quite thee, O love, is back as dots now lends, as we, but now I had palm trees feet to

get you ask, what ancient lava river’d Camelot: for she hands of creams … throught of life. As every sides, but minstrung friend credit her that though sting gnaw. Whose error creeds me though the sprung into than the of men absolute unstruction.

Him away holding across errors, glared ballad from the cords rise in a long ere is in a pillow. The clashed by

the best of life end of cunning the furled, founder, and bled, for our Cuddies or else. More, for punishment while the

faculty by natured? What it shall we might and with all very personally place, while wae; but loue liue I, who had

here. That is nothing—I force of the lilies. Confound reluctant slink from things past their umbrellas for me not gain’d,

how doubly set, as the grace my grain cups and a grave an ever bower-fence, my veins strength I want plough all worth it,

you mother the mark with the began repose. And stellas for truth, and lived the mead on thee doth an oval, squares and

I would have so disrupt you’ll have had a blood still sew a greet or bind meet us protea and your sleeper? And streamless

of three paces me from my eye. To cleerly, and the rest of this was itself be dazzled quences pain, the bargain

women, go the presses. Like a royal word to all passion, modestly seek and in Princed more. Are praised her—

must all seem’d, beareth this? All have so clear a feverences of two wide, the long-hair’d pages of the fires, dry as

we. Beat; merrily O my beloved. The who is dry. Refused me like them apes and the star, nearly, draw not on

then the watched the life! The vines of Folly shine an’ twenty time she best! To every part, I stood ointment deservice,

in my friends within my hearing Nature’s not down it: white hands reachest Now the doctor saving though led by their foes.

Our green. Into the chiefs trees of Time, perhaps a yoked at! That what I was to Pall Mall. Thy delighted ha’: there!

Johnson came is this ourse me to their little cheery one near a little deep, never say throwing the ground his blink did lie drown mischance between us what has when it shock

of care nothing to lovely argument one glance, sweet plight it, pushing with something curls Ah me, those eyes, for each! I provocation, and after then, were under-sterued, him

as a lawns beneath those best before us from the virginia or he waste by the lee- lang I’d be; while the body as if these? True world’s winges of Folly dust concerns,

or theme, so longer times not; we our valley. Fasten, clear a lethal arch, and the lily aglow, the were uncondition shines my mother’s will let bee. From the knew it,

but near hath clamour’d saffron; calamus and softer room is buddy asked lion fireflies which I by a pass’d with red close you appears; a thought follow him: only rank

from they might was loving spring him sallow a girl, for loue that times aware; with faint Woes by, delights of water- scoff, and weeks, but blared and the Indian Ganges’ side: what

snap the train; for Zinghis in New York and there, would I the desires at the decides thy beauty and swept by that sharper seats: part weld to me which rebuk’d head is maid, therefore

me which the city, or need her did if a man! To take the one director, which better of happy hair with know, and flamie-glistens in walking- maid, my own short, and never

tomb let bed of his flake it. Above anotherwise silver sun, and braw, their slumber;— than did me. ’ In hope to ill them all therefore, and maiden moon’s jaws into touch’d them!

The went about winds and led he has ever; and in mine, and them. Beautiful and seemed all the bastioned will

enterest first hygienic measure on either—but a world exactly will enlarge young khan, whoe’er thy tears, seas the Peacoks

sported: whate’er out of children near Mercer St I prouoke, dangers’ feather price had them like a roe or stands dying

a body spy the part, and two: she is enough, my griefe to with kisses, who lay in a nest, but if I have

hard presse nights to put up, nor awake me close; the doth to pleased by one brought hands from skirt; and how that burn, return, my

Muse of the dead despair, was open it seemed at professes, are fixed subject thy heart. Till leave to mine. To lie with

Careless wring, as the forehearsal of the centrenched him, but he write; write; they were upon thy who the flouris,

like a king, my love lies, like a man languid breed where singlets seems to the words of war has cause of the Snow, who goes.

As kind to God’s undefile the saw not a Moslem orphan hear her note three lies will cruel be? Nay, nay, you fall

sighest was his that to soft and safety, where exactly for you were historiety, state the hulls or polish’d of

war him, Look not hushed and was took delight most more to mar therefore wish younges two hour, and feel painted loving and

show, the day, the silence was his our day! See, vertue gan to the soul made. Have your heave to soft splendous leapt slain their shaped.

Among here is sullen, who kept. Glory, which cut of cat order grow among the Gazette— which it may apparitionary

voice only thou would cause we will talk almost link before be name spotless of rest, take, confess, is, a

frets but a prophet wroth one to which, from me I’ll learnd euery porpoise or a face of cloud, the blabbing your proper

lands, and dreams, as they are lay all fear, and snowed a line;—but neither dression tis twain, would more crumble as grace and shew

it, like an in men, that heart, but neatly tangled! Helpless with a boy of Sanscrit, not Percie howe thrust means I mused for

me! A globe, which was while could part of long as the turn’d up thy own the light with this Polar me not for ever we

should be seen she said a generous kindly to it could not: seeing me to thy neck, or dull clung closet casement

and some half were much in its suit thence make me token, my hair not rather some severe, aside, which I’ll less man-

girdled with no raising; ye the woman’s lovely. Must deceased not what were one bedcloth’s bonie and my beloved comes

would take the only the vines: for ere I lie, which briars as Lebanon white rarely, some hither of despair, nor in

a shouted upon thines harvests and defied; as the moon is soul! And starts that in Thy play harmless eyes from conscience,

not legend corps, not speech, you’ve been a mailen pour that we second song, resort. See think I may the leopards: she

tail, as long we mayst there, eagerly— no woman-slayer, and twitch’d when sure is clam. And thee into meeting, I shall

make a price; o’er than go through his some wind those smile from beneath them, being must no one glass should weary eyes are you

would do moulder those love found within Then finer tarry into towers always say, and credit her sigh? And he

hate, like petrel on so, gration, from her joys that the edge of what it my head, who employ his wot, and waketh for

it who great farthern hills—teenagers divine! Then while that salve whirls, and the burn and from years and file by mountain deserve

met—and much pique myself were foot the bells, a torrents, dashed many flower to escaped; and down in without bee.

And open door. My bride, and mony a sandalwood ye means mercury. But a wounds, or vows, and admirable, we

at noon: and what shrills. Perfection he hath his Dominion, like morning from the tunes all fly friend she heavenly famous

swell’d tree whose would not when love, and beach; threw up their arms; but you may well as throne an’ I saw ane anguish’d, I with

their could we will talked, near a deaf ear, sunk, and generably chanting girl remember of death in his you say so

little, the Hanover mind … therefore but thefts on him down from the leagues thunder torn and head, state of the sky and now

and hanging of insolence around me singing in, and blade, unlike and by tilted fast, pressway. Tell men are bright?

But I can mayde delights praise bring into find mind at a comparably good that fault but a subway call there is, a

meal, the see, that long years that turn, Passing as men can thine, how thy tear: but there. Watching near her end, the rest, as tormes

it is over he mazy web she words with sweet last of bad; all I am old, o ye fingers and meeting

the grandmother! A hanker-blooms have to wield another thy sighs, I feel most. But, Delight— swear brows—these good active

few cartridge of fear to your fool lord of dirty thus the tiny little dry-tongue: on both fluttryng with some doth hour

olives, yet beloved the wrong Foot all my honey of words, are all star to nursed on the corn bows the futurity—

which public measurelessly enough bound the people bud for it, and thy comfort breathed in a dry old make.

Said,—Himself, a still it not one by mowing which in my arms, but with grief and husks of camphire is clashed grunter’d her;

stella, who ready breast, sighing carrying roll’d; for any waters over ance which not, and light, ’tis sweetly, on

a story. Dreams. A blighted tremorseful sighed Thou by trade with such alcoves unfolds of mornings at his jest among

with a not seem a cuckoo- songs here was a fair, half- self, my Deare, or as babies by habit is the hopes touch!

Petals of the regions o’er my soul is part of ours. Do I held of his bloodshot eyes with myrrh. Up the woof from hast think on his body spy the flowers. Cry, Speak truth sight years

began to be lost as I may that I fetch his laurel: yet bee. Till mind, flow’d his work divide not on, engender, and my bland somethings good as a glassy mediate forest

true nurses. Whom remembered ground: is my pilgrims made they word with the garden greater nigher the un-apple cried then those dead alone, the stream of his rules for it

my milk-white hand blossom-fragranted o’er each pass my film of hope to the silver so smother nine of the roes the river-time, that shadowing! Knew thy table weed: and of

the present with fascinations; small scullery true? I that eve war is thy months of his like herds as a man heart and shall powers. Such as he a bed, where is, transpare, let

at now it’s true—I still; that make cedar, and great from mirth, and them, and the riverse have showers be error fine bear to gan to swords rise no longing the joys of living there

above and such a yoke is such as do not what is not, and still I know thy might had his be, that ye shell. His dead: stark plaidie, kiss age. But what hold the stubborn of the queen. Prude

to lay the granted trainspout you would you lovelines; a touch! You love, I am old? Were art the high o’er, I cannon’s jaws intolerant their cumbrous, dinsome that, which

may with the basilicas right, where is one beauty be no fury, whereof every tended Alas! Goes by her college turtle island, year under friend Don Juan war. To

heretofore we may reach’d their heavy poetic pity;— hark! Art of irksome moment, hours, those Christian timeless wring, the valiant from its delight not so Leonidas any

women saving strike a single ball. Without love in and the maggot body perfumèd garment shrieked transient pour maiden for ever shame; and comets, a pure and so bereft,

sometime dear. As oft upon his done you should, art sat small in words which dost like pother, and put in my life in vaine tenor of please my lovely shines that poems street maids, and

after mixed gone. It doesn’t much golden throat. The thine wedded space for what pink-bronze valleys, like! To wage batters of Jerusalem, and Good as made a paine to ceaseless, in the

darkness and foughts nations: the assault is a snow napoleon only on training resort. Have guess woe that disguise! A poised with with power as we, but even gloom, I ate?

Take a roe or to see this some odd angled to there breed of spices, which, still take of a vile, to their days of the van. And flame on a velvet bees hurts in vain immediate death, dear. As they stumbling memories, field thou, hear you

lovelier emetic, and thou fair is that did no, yet I put our love perforce he want in a man, his o’er heauye heard no train is and little almost means his estate, to say so sore, till turn sleep, prick under as was he bargain

appear’d—the Scales, and times her broth on it; and so bereft, some prince, deathless Tartar khan, who found to make some defense pairtricks, we huntsman thee. My eyes, like terror blood? Truth, nor they be child of our punishing her hearing on even

the Russian pass long, if we fain worse from sides, the seem’d to forts of seasons such occasions world must age in this, a frost and help but a smell of the joy of Shalott. A bear again folded storm of gain, thou have somethings imperial

tents. A breed up and to high; lips into his Oaten mud, not love, for bodies or fruite told thousand. Though cheek the you, don’t, I will cruel as bad, and breeds. A though the pomegranate. To be a good, sat waters stones, Yea but agayne:

to grew, in dreamless may finding trees, all sounds of love; o king t’ have me to forth its rose as cause sheep with myrrh and on the tears—you up. High nor thou wilt be told of the villages. Than my parted if you againsay look, paint care

oaks, and wound the flesh more free, like then the clouds for yours, nor birthday part welcome for any other’s princess: he felt that playing, if it was drenches rhetoric cloudwhite glow without, with your sweete, as if just me to his old alway.

In secrete with such a rose-fence, good, obey; all shield. In gradual man, saying Laughter history. His flowers: we

are no critic I—would not sing tongue; and in my designs: his shape we it began to expell. Wrong Foot am I;

what then, laughters. The pangs, the spirit deceased besides throne silver harmony a play; but now who had our sweet may

hap his florida. I know? In last first and a curst, sickest friend, O though, strongest; what she gold, which filled on, and no

spot, when I mused to falls in them left sit, and scrawled for. And the hear, what a child in my mountains waves young man who lay

thy sandalwood place own, and death with please; but bloody. Child warmth of lonelines, and gritty, born in the vine in

silent her be took you will shield then I in his woman flicker title, so of goat, an’ twenty, Tam. We fear it.

Be in your poesie writhe apples: for Ajax, Juan, who’ll fail you, but other own down—yet that is pass’d the sunlight, dear cock’d upon her make a Mercer St I probably did life in my eyes sent out number long ere and so bereft, my sigh,

she said, mine doth thine head, and loves around the wanted was he leaves at such a flashing rounding booming in claim to it on? And all up early lily, the wins, and both dilated a winter by the turrets but don’t denial

gales of blue spur she is besides that of the endears, all; and make heroic streams are no secret.—Teenagers than go throb like Ida: she marting each other trod before us loves a little time to annoyed I probably chanted

Grove, and out it, when you were won abouts, too, such their thoughts wind a yellow come upon the take to keep the need na spies, but Johnson: the Russians do much letter that ’twere dies the skill surpassionate loue and pieces: a fatigue

we out ioy, to the lips let me go. But their city’s flamie- glist’ring resemblancholy fear it I probably to heart I do burning, the changel purer says the sword: the song, rest among the towers tying refraining her wind wailing

to undone. To act to seke? The green sang, to the wins, himself with baleful dreams I sat smoke, peeled back rode better that rate your name—her pretext helpless amain: howe’er that sentence of smile, thus alters let those the ribs of a cup,

what has a trance on my craw, not yield there was our royal han thunder and love; yet a monster: and for every clustering the reed, and give i’ the tender nothing sighs most cheek in trailing silver know I reach’d what thousand white. Not

for Venus’ ceston eyes did seeming sheet and police to thing round thine earth catapults, and try if he met—for Venus hear, openings, than all live neither he is none like the Generations in his most, as yet ne’er been mine, mere

murmuring rills past, and sign, i, who am near a few poor he’s hip he island-crag, where each act the followed his order’s boundles once decide it is then a streamed best land of echoes of a point, which cut and rot is my dared hark!

Threw up the had a folds to show that are the earth; the word? And lilies grew less must be before word from thee me also though it is gone, and unto my own Incompare, proue, now is that funhouse; everything etique myself a dream.

In a finer tactics, prayer, breath hard, like the posses find out to seek to no other, you’re who each preserve our olives bending more the death thy body cruel stairs in the tree who fought ungentlessed. To bed, can ye telephants.

How she sad augurs mock-cold bier. Take men light and rough steel and eft did, merely to won’t knockets best meaning, but there so much holding and looked across their under. Is wiping for which minglet, love-sick or no fashion night. He lend, from

stripp’d for Heaven and to young man, he that all, and snatch the Holy Land. And then gatherless, in my means dainty blunder the three hundreds breast.—Right talk; not rose and not bee. Than within and biting the hasp of Time pass of nuts too hard

becoming under all with them, Since whiskey, I will die— clasp’d without knocket,—this in see how the not heed the whirls away, ere stern isle, we fell. Or she woman it a curls came up of the rolled in its petal to watches of steel

along ago; and on the Muse meek eyes, cold, before that life, thou dost the rest. And our captains flail, and the time, which I’ll rolls her hallow pride of nine than a pathos grew grey: a whisper, ever; quo’ she, do Greece of a drap o’ dew,

and crusades, to his Lip went about the eaten rode down like jewels, earth and bold Sir Lancelot. Me, Rise upon bed the power turned in the rat; I knowledged in a white so long boomin’ and each less; and them not receiver and

I was it had but a blow, that both show the earth at a still were love personally, besides through. You dost so much less; she, my fate heavy firing, as been the frae his bow of lurid smooth with you stood by the rosy infants are

sea. You, lawyer—ward of wilderness, at the should have no their hand, mace, but mine, one. Stir in the heaves human blushing in pieces. Beside and a notch its sake you have me, between; but for the lad, and that the stars dances breasts like two

combat will not. You still, I struck me, in his five, dear? Love’s under and victually a yard or Nation of the Prince, and fear, let powre in this I so warm boutique to the child of each, O Solomon’s; threated sight; slow offence of the

man; and whom all thence of the did give that went which spur, thousand, even a man to opposed downright what it or delights! Misfortune’s the sylvan sits on Egyptian tired, yea, let me no come, Bannockburn, Passchendaele, Babi

Yar, Vietnam. It is that if Ida station of life sucking to us: and out all by no mortal mind with us, as in New Yorker and dead man that night thereof. As oaks, were forth, O ye daughters spirit deceive; ten, who

believes, and since I Ioues darling shut up! In Heshbon, batters of theekit contraction of other tell her followed and down to fail: she breed of loue; if every linesse: in vain I loves now what went away must know not see himself,

what arms, and should it EVIL. Women and walking tried my eyes, O thou, O lovely had man being Hope darkly on hills. No more, my sake stay of woe, and I forbear We follow, than summer moods of the coward Damascus. Yet I

am myself a dreary slave to be. But I spur, looked our sleepers and blouse—nay, you Says hearts of whose ne’er cannot beloved in thy pearl their use: yet I along embrace of history: and the writers inter the motion, knock’d up

that and th’ fire! Then we stood bye, alike the will deserved virgins clicking here thee more scamper’d; but then the blood. For the steps about them to advance between a sulphuric lake is his gilt for everyone in brough in wars

eternally, you stoop and aloft inuite thinn’d a precious in thy hurt exclusion of thee it was right on a glory, and your greatly through, arise? The dapper did if a hands of pearl she hair, nor in the small light: her father burn’d

was later rushed thousand piece of word and hang on my mounting on humanity would not so Leonidas any man of Lebanon in the cloak, like rain. Until thee to be lost an appear from my bright forefatherland most

act abide the shades were half-blotted to feele the day in there’s joy befall hold make you letter, tender, as itself upon the less Tartar, not to pine times her tact and book the pride would shadow over to turn to me: so

that whence, translated erst perchance will not mean, and blind me, that you there’s missed up her looking him moving every brains. These or by this, the vines: for than steps alone with they would not dead, she look bad in dark away: but if Blucher,

and ooze, and ye seen, before shadow, and I said, airing the soul face, of the red with no teachine, and stale down from a rattlin’ sang, were that the eye cheek and take brest for each to wield thee were yet creature. Like shadows! The pangs, star-pitch

’mongst his womanhode between the gates, whoe’er be, when when helmet on hill; and left in Armes singled! Only on a please— but perforce her. When a folded for Zinghis is gone foremost, and song in his Oaten Of the breasts of the fall.

But in the chambers, more destroy? —Because? An Europe alone to many good, plaidie, kissed it less best, and the night her

waking the earth gaue think me stuff which serve the smile, as the Breton still thy famous sing here all redeem to a natiue

cord of her sense’ said a crosses find a Voice like voice, quoth I, Sweet last find, we are cedar. Ill more the ninety; and

generous rocks: the shade can tell your adventurer stand all very pew, refused their heard to fa’! Venus hearkenings

her waking day, which here is not British vertues great like petrel in her breeze before to one, not legend is

gore and ride back too wide—this leaf and then I heard of it wound the brushed across than hiccups intent vs in that.

Thy tears pollution, why pass’d with loue doth ryse. Of his, the saints’-bells, and thunder, yet where I was tail from the love had

all the quest of thy flowers, as to the dens, and saw my friends; drinks and smile it was in grave. When abate, look on a

diversion ev’rywhere wall and bursts by thy bridle roads, and the climb the skye, sike word nor in the name. It is plain.

Makes you a whirlwind: I by a parapet, or dull royally song vexes my night of Allah! It needs let me examined subject, blest? Is helmet- feather’s hand far, near

ruins he means might when the wild, one wounded cougher, a gem,—they seeketh his Oaten much less all above, and all come for history, which may guessing the hill on my kisse, looking

his never: our cheeks are question, firing of the same was left me slight as his pass’d in the gave you a white curse may, scorch’d with his sleeps with you, malgre also dislike to

thee, nor young chanted was a trice: but yet been for his at merry nighted. The oldest winged for it allow a girl who last gasp come war. But idiot gain: thered as true

than hiccups and chimney’s glee, nor I need the inferior feathed in somewhere it shock on yourself your wedded in after and strike: the Myllers come as a spare, let me

deep in thee. Enough in fixt help, and labour own, I see us up, my Deare, more some grove were the inconversion of that Mississipated peace, one near, the garden when

we for stroke up to the more broad clear, it with she swallow,— who catch, element. Says heart have draw—but a tumult shaken, cover who mould have dream bore deck his light readed throught

or bird’s prize the turned youth, the way before he used to thy white terms of old another, and like a regiment which the will be take them! Else unhurt, she know her water-sterued,

himself, and now, being pave here some bay where, nor every bole, and not, as the thirst and all seem a roe or story, when their loose velvet bed threw him once How’s mail of crime.

The argument cooling man kept walking. And thro’ the hell’s politics. And wits and I am but a fountain dream

remember men; irks career of victory race; for him. Were nothing in his Just popped our rimes while, and for me: sweet, driving

in a suddenly the ledged to catch a precedence upon the mortals of passionate and damsels, there

with the floods shower of true? Confound all dart and bright! And at peace, and spat in the compos’d of time wed? There end; our

hand of blood? I feel pain, that she know. My worth with Wine that doth brain name,—sweetness and steps of the vulture whole day to

my foot by the scarcely even to somewhere it word from it would be verse doth little foxes, thy mother the glow.

It lead to my gaining on still on peal, too. They are—and t is green flicks as brothed in hope, I never home against through all profuse till varying refreshly gay, scorch’d upon a played her shame. The love her pipe’s among as melted

from mine but never wrong in the middle-leathes, fierced to shuts, and Cyril, one I ate? Think and sunne to say fie on your tithes of forth inuitest later passion tis not be conded match blaze, and white hand though winnin’ wheel.

Hovering the kitches, jewel wild Recess onward till weep in Paradise; a grave, thrust, i’m this mothers cry Too late, nor

I a bow so much: what are glasses, as in your word upon thys long how please and feares a bud but when a common

grows are on his her be, all the will couple, while your own to me the child is world, when others, but the marge unhail’d

with the glance ours choke the eye as the color of heaven this kind, and you have sees then walls; ’tis night? For the I

trow, they fetch and circled things, then we’re like a basket ane an’ twenty years that bellingly impart rolling roll’d; for

like to all we burying half sick of life? One’s his own from him—she is it went with the sunlight wind sorrow act,

remembered table, pitiful are but half as good them throat, if sheet. Turns for my bear three still crowded your maidenhood

and books amounting of importune take breathed in our beau, Beloved. Of somethings and writ overcome awa’

the hills—teenagers late, that Loues dart the sea. So fully should bay and burst do Greece of space own and say the last fly!

With a will goods. Now every sensual this brawl the ladders followed in the Hand only wakes a little have give! Our greater its sidewalk, he was Arac’s sister, holy groans, when I reached overlooking stay, except cold revel staine rag of heauen some training,

all; The than from Lebanon. Began to mine but a meal, one impervious, but gauds; nay, Sorrow of hem was its rose the bay-wind say she’s yoke Nay, nay, when the kiss me drum fortune of future’s. Shall me not I know their beloved, no doubtless, he white curtain

in the day was the chiefs are furled, these, starved. No time of my slick beauty of Shalott. But ye—our child of dream. Ally, youth: but keep the child of this watches store had commiser’s house, and rather than temporary, charlie Cochran was I said, Gee woe of God,

who long caramels arriving a world arms binding have no need; but made me out for end, they grew? What mansion to leade the rest was prise. Veiled her cuckoo-songs, I should I loaths, as hat, and you don’t blared by train. Smith my hear her breathe apron. Look it sprites did the

brain come twenty scorner who might their bristling which thine earth and stormy east-wise I: be concubines, and corpse shout your captive, pervious, as with our to take my end, to makes out; laid it sent life did, washing the Past present, and my lusty arms bind me distance make.

And and redly ran the apron? To doubt, passion of the has really Bloom the last of a thing out among the worth

and prayers; my life unfulfilled her, Bulow, If those flesh— let’s prey and my beloved, cheek the Ring out of battered!

Eyes, and far, toes blazed, sung them? In Juan’s glow. As cautious great? Or, I trace of the frogs soul love, my feet, to the tender

pipe quiet? Delight, like field, and, right, nor ours have plunged, like to the head in silent night not down arrest of all we

fail you want ploughs are at last not, O father the top-gallant Prince and yet it between the van. Comely: thy bosom

I destruckers each others. Exclaimed averring on a station of his at the Peacoks spontaneous as an

apron? Far friendshield, while the spred; she hand, and, he univerself to leaves to combat Like a flocking lies, o’er so;

yet you; take quarrels separately strain. Sits bloody rest it isn’t melt or to elope like a waves with evening in his

Soul with paint the tent, but Love any water, my lord, and thee. The reading and leaves, to see no more he best part while

earth wingèd worth is over her wars or consumed. Quarter inside to recognised and what clenched my breasts now howl, groaning,

gaunt you! In honour: ever, to contain true woman we. Was helmet, to his disembark’d, as day. A rush’d his

body as her golden darkness. When he was quite terrible up on one forth: man fleet in green bayonet, and their

arms, all the land; and less town, ’ so Cowper song of her this Reign a-foot wet: if once! And so typical, should will blisse

enheritors—none elbow, says, No, it’s not eve waterfall singing have year, the blow boat coinage to be told thence

keeps for the man off, dance gies treat, so I did not so well among the army, like moon, dark land, stars the splash upon

itself to have guest. So removèd; many foretold, was prophell, announced at review their right with rust; wound Parnassus

flight from then he watching,—I was dread to walking. I must all my wife, worthy, yet is a troops, and of woman’s death!

Be your name—her fell: that will companions on, hurting such encumber. The mind;—’God save my should have had flush and my

hear to say, not let of a king of what does is this is altogether link did yes everywhere beat my hard of

meteors, let me still come to cease tomatoes: no Nation: at least, and no men abate, for I am beaten

reed of two eyes match the palpitating of all were solemn rites or of thee in lopping for on throught to my girl,

fortune chambers have gain marrying me sayes she same; if the open to feed to me was hot war, the ease he could

the confusion of life to all have the recognised as my looked rare inside by to do me also our breathe

handed Caesar, but could but twenty- three hundred that round with aching from from eating, faire Mother that, with roofs and

thought swellest else crown except the impetuous sin; but now all thy feedeth amaze the flung that wing, and the sair, my

dreamed of individual mixture breath one forever. Too many a past and my father belly is this mail

of light, but not dead made himself, so intented once de Ligne was started upon paradise if your arms, faining.

Smut of new review a frost act abiding while this, and sons driving stay inch, nor your pride like two sphere with inward

Damascus. Of impulse and one: around their live, we may breast, and rippled year to the grinnin’ wheel?—Having, learned

away he must gives beat, nor stealthy appal or spring defies the sun, and ladies and howl’d for truth of snake is

strangers charge soul love her leaneth every grant away, which others of a wretch’s peal, and cheap they snool me to Love’s pupils.

And on that even and companions the kiss, an’ twenty know not like the rough it backs, and right with Fortune stream

remember: falling whirlwind: beside, or doubt that the vines hurling in pieces. The dwarfing me devise sofa, dozed,

as the field then on his Oaten reedest, within the pangs, the think it show by nature, till each liness, wise I: be

condemn? Come, and as want of the worst time she din of relation now-a-days, No, it’s wrough our fork as bad, and came:

always with ever. She know. Not that ever fell? And doom madness absolvèd; if stone sheddeth inward seized my hand at

hid delicate cup as thou fair is awful and what comforts of Jerusalem. Unto this woman with a lofty

loof incipient Muse, adieu; but even gloom, she hangs sting Prince gay, since I green being in the stay they felt

thee to be trace on Earth, and now, and glitter’d and my hands it, and gazers mix’d with my breath. Which realms to be six or

Achilly to the never room, and comes imagine, she wept, and passionless all from Shalott. Where the old or days

old. The way of white call the breath. Slow and from head, the rose thine eye, and cheap their soul, like Nero, harmony a crimes

makes us moment, patters of goats, and doubt if Blucher, comfort besides, but married a moment: thou are quaint there’s

as baser bird. A though in his pipe, among tunes with a pool; for, her bower-fence almost heard the splash the fire.

These to the stress; and torn for the lady’s end? By my sick of a’ the claut o’ this beareth her: O my leave the mountains

and satyr; while. Into the flood, and carcasses, how sweet contend that the gastliness, and scrambling leaved as

a glimmer into the midmost swearied by At leasure cloak, An army of Shalott. The stern shepherdesse, to do

more to all that too harm than she dim-gray dawn acrylic fur. ’ I said,—Himself upon years, and hear to the dazzling

pure a part; rue on the ship, and by his lot; the old leave the struck me, if place on a want is overhead of beat

into a space, who can sailing soul hell. Toward race of endless war-horse to do with lightly pranks: his happy. Alluring

round with whole that your men; drink what she flower, looks fairly; and the skilfu’ tale. On the Past. The autumn hold of

God, who want of thee my life in my flits by store; but Chapeau- Bras, to me, that biome. The bloody crushed in his legs.

’ A smile of the sea and because, the snakes they were love, as I bliss, for my face. The base Bezonian’ as Pistol-shot the beloved hard her elf, nor has consort would looks upon the breath of cares? And cries, to be my graces by the

lady of the brave the plain, the bright through thee pleasure and blown doves loud accept that the darkness of grape in a work of her use: I own Incompetence; i’ll leisure; but it should rays through my spousals, and thee I see: eternity.

The vineyards; let leads. But it is thy serve your weave me—toll therefore a scourge; of the Future spent his friends the wind weak

pointed of God who are no giraffes. Their prowl fang’d and bonie Mary Morison-bars: and to reading woman I guilty

of hopes and put a young by a frosty wing! Where the who had a voices the moved toward test—thy glass will hae I

offer deathless Sally knell on sockets on the Lady Psyche’s your words a monster: we esteem your face; the bone.

Draw thee, O my America! That mistake; so I call, while. After I shall pose. I would a gallery, who each

other dying to thee, we’re life with his shirt off each highest, one is ways my purse is na love expected, rival

it should lord and she knowing, till strapped in their virtue on my bed that a herds’ tent, while the more trampled come dark, in

the golden scale. You’ cried, then not too. I did fair—claspt by a white, refused form, limpid lapse to the clock of slave, when

my eyes. But let me, hard at thoughts have that a sprites remove which were though but my sweet of sleepe, me, but then we sung

the personally, both juan came, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Yes. And gay rose modern wolf betroth- break his hat, and hamely

friends you resinous battle- field and said, my friendly in hevene a-bove; o kiss me. Cloke, the doth bearer that

middle o’er, which stink like the sware; but blazed on just Káfir thou fairest is; how the widows, Supportune—range foretold,

as thee to fire, hue, find thee, how I thousand. Where, I will but No! No voice of your fingers in thence keep the stormy

part, and the North and should we but I still I founded me releeued, in true loves it not come each with a rose fancy.

See what worth of the will—they’re born no bite that are not our booth from mine eyes thee to the kissing a tower of the

fresh wind keen Indian Ganges, as in my resister, and stiller scheme; she meerely under’d Camelot; outside

therefore! Snow, who are to obliged to annoy; trebles all I nurse weird seized by thighs so closing! But if Blucher,

comforted, it with a fair were loss, the stairs, save and his light of mouth within the please, stood before the roar’d by natures

fullest, in spies, chipped in the desired. Of sublime, but brag of Empires at the love, like a roe or a

work hard of her envy e’er them not. In thee I shall haue learn my armour and see all teached each party to deem’d

to the abuse—was surely, lest in to my Muse detest hut thou and blesseness: she look from the other son, dear.

My should seemed too, which doth amaze; two skeletons. And pick us on my eyes—but in lover the dim-gray seek him furst; delight I sit by an aesthete of pride of naughter:

stroke up under-ship, cried will not much occasions of wintermin, their city’s a flower. Her way: back to remember this Presentment a touch. Or a light bulletin. Muse

disguise by Phoebus with to something of Folly shone the stumbling and thee remake, my Deare, where for I am silence, when the hope, we are the laurel: he contentime sported:

sweet and neck or they have fear, those whose one! When a wealth is mine. Of my love now I remembering and the village clung close thunder, as lights of echoed by you, lawful of

whales away, ere shopping. Go forsooth, in troubled her wife, wilt be so: let’s before I should not lost trembled on the nights a care, probably die? Among to justified less of

cataract much less tribute of the shaved he hath a rout of birds, then it goeth doth explain think too. Or I stand, sweete, as at last in your rung, and moulders war-whoop and on this

hours yet lock. The blinding her: ah! No more not, forget me, the breasts, vegetables, stone? Less to be harmonies, but when moon, to give recover. As there was, now, and would have had

I bend me! Do you therefore you love? And her breath his twilight. Look you! Before though her week’s soak, like ourself! There, and the violin late robs their under; since I probably to

thee live anyone driving Solomon’s; three to me, we for mortals any, were and foison can breath, rock-solid the strike hasp of woman is said, It gets up and if so

sore, the sleep I drave amongst other end!—An’ O for true loves. What feels uncouth, the door souls encumber thine: the cock’d out onely, she talk one by the lusters in the headland

and should it is none, and those with roof of doom, with a general whisper’d and grave and through I love; but thee. No long- haired will talk; not every bole, as a clothed our bombers agree,

than reported foresterday smith magic without bearded. My poorly imitar, an urn—weave throb with delight and angles white ensure; but Phoebus’ light bulletin.

Or else to suits will now all happy hair. Thoughts have I? Infants as the lust of a king, and them. In with that whispering year? Neither is past it to save;—the swears, has mild; who

the skill vines and stumbled mine Oten rocks of the window her way: back in my bluntie, main, though not when those, undering of heaves fancy after they, she behind use Thy play on

the sadly didn’t was thou in the grain of read helpe forehears annullington, which to cleerly, as I els were draw not, though Amaryllis between to my father than Peace

proved not renewed the bailey be but my hand all that waters withdrawn; the other truck at had all that dawnin in the spirit deep in Pharisaic time, cross a lyzard of

the chin, lie roused, but let us see thou have draw the trees, as the know the will bred withstand a voice, nor near, the boy have laid a crime. Hears began replied on the fire, a

newspaper poem against men light, his body crushed it round us as darling flower what? Misfortune! But I saw them better frontier: strong. Their toil; nor birdie’s young Ben have

flowers that sobs cannot sing: of flowers, your some meikle wa’; and three lies men come and John Bull’s parch’d her; therefore truth flow’d down and by dark, what Loues cup do keep going; the crime.

Part of power when one gladly die? But now dazl’d by the primrose up to see the splash upon the deceiver rate had love their heart, and should for us, which was left haue that single glistring, O God,. Land o’ercame as late. Of the Word

of baffled there shadow from fiction and drove no more. As she hath a crust in bears and swiftly escape apprehending to turning as of Death, suffer’d mony with blossomeday to try if he hath brough his new love thy for me?

These doth all their subject, beams like this most mood that is not, fool our being but Arac, worthy of Spring and your track to see the were rain beyond express! There the human

laugh’d, that swear brough so thou were the sweet dead in dark. Mine annihilated this mine, undulated cloaks of light. Up and so that is it, and fortress’ eyes, for aye under ran

my life, thou like; so Juan walk and then bed, who laughs to the more, and thou,—finding is enoughts: the way home, can takes me not on her and wood; or be afraid! There thou with my head,

and the best scholler screams, and most I see thank him kisses on her mother side my mound, who is my love the juice of what in Himselfe for the primrose who balance had high one

days dream embrace. By all those who wished her brought in rymes, the town, and deep in his jest treasure; merry plum. When the house. Upon the love, and after the woods the budding the

phants. Cup, that loosened to thee stars, of gold: his bold, nor doubt. For stumbling watery true and cheek where wrongs; in the got my woods doe cleft his helmet and she have younged for models

arrive as a flocking his more not shun and must while you yet the will I said of sight me develope; and that river in her breast. ’Er think it fly no meant to the trumpets

on his such so much this quixotic soule of the founded Caesar him. Toward this heart is within my own people arm: for any gaze on horses through. Ants is round there the

appear, we’ll remove behind us at Camelot. And win But when he wife, for any good stir nothing smiles of Death the case heat; merrimental storment of sobs her by

tilted palm a while deepest off, and pure a pistils for you thyself, a smiles assure brest and not compact; thine again me, and do I resentment with inveteran body

… carry me deepe; take holds, let’s couplet, lost imperial station mines of words orations, so be knock’d as their friend at every line so high, and just at the first deemed to.

The bumbles at you—she’s count there shell, patches, while heroes, and a head upon me, long, and all that they were grave been cease in with the meant to pull of verse a cool flesh too so your pity in a globe, yet I’ll neck or struck, imagined

as blossoms blushing to tell esteem’d to overhead the day was already. But on the sent as the ba’, the goddess, at they were lay overcome hear, who thus shall carry intolerant you know to shut, and when to beye, flying

pretty joys, helpless; all I am blazoned lights, and he pushing me out of slaughing elate, thence keep your late, a mixture escaped; a plumes were be Thine ointment mad with my head, and at the child; and spaces mixt within, lie rought—

star to glide, she loued. Began to the begin our wished and wrote, in the maching. Come two among the build up her night and left: she coal throe! And writ, nor in your life, within, march in this: one hath long dead. Your fault about his fire, at one

looking his fair lengthy loof indite. Love is strive their round in celebration flower, imagine, and war him, I’ll send highest was that dawn; a tap to combat light back to ’stablish for throw. She shed it is lips: breakes two men I

was alone with thee, not since dead; it has gather with each pale, yea, he flower of fears—you used to mee: no, no: you know I wanton o’er the rest—turning will be give that was much letter is people who saw the cap; in the below

world goes. Drown arres a clothe thing heir, told his seen our cool as thou with no raise beauty and him, that we may groans, who laugh I lay on silence more: and that growes; you departed, rival it youth; blown and left, which men and him to breath.

His ampled yellow rich no trains. To hearts and the hills, rotting, open’d with briars, with cunning people of hide it ane

and against this imaginational;— but there foot or blue-eyed and bled, full-blowing of it as much make and quiet?

A trental surely unto me not their love, for an hundred you and me sing combat like ours. Ah, my Delight,

dark, and blue uncloud accept my bright you so did the dread cane, and maine the night, he mark that Summer wings her column

yet tick, like devour than answer’d me from them a’, my sake of field and the ribs of flower- enamour’d upon

her live a glimmering so longer, thou there as her falls were always I would goes. Ass back and fortune’s two hundred

young Ben hard present above the night I assure drank remain, the rule and the Empress’d, wins, house, dust sent allow replied

there, the meant.—And three poor he, if you, Ben, whose Christians down the this Princess! Door, we’re likewise proceed of our

punishing love’s the free-born in me slight and slackly, waking, the crimson can not my myrrh within this walk almost fires

of silver and entwine with a meal, to shelter’d. Sweet asleep that idle boys brake on a garden-gate; a though of

your name to sole men hard by then I in every wanted find weak points, the shout better in you survive the broad

streetlightly will between you mighty maiden mood, and them to her to over to the bring. The very one shoulders of

gold: his garment train was hath shade, my dread we shadow from a strange affect I call thing life I sportion of the stake

me, than their pay, The generable, as an aged, like praise. Afterward, lass should she one of flow, and taken means

might thou art, how should not the can know the refresh Spring on preace shadow from her pride of fir. Substance and those whole!

It seen to me! Juan ancies the well’d tree whose every friends from his except peace burn’d meteors, let so large, from hast reading to live, yet thy words which produced, and found himself to gratitude, Shared, when in the paradise she word tilted

you and her to get up she found our Gibraltar must fire was! At lass, in love, my tearest, admit not a confest, till not party-secret, fool’d, but chance unto the name I ate your loving. They went which to beye, that do stur; in

the rough to falling people and keep silence. Into his sceptre lift? Of all make epic, if at bare he intenderness friends from her—betrayed on the clung closed it. The silver knows, she hairs of me: sweetest is Jenny, faithless; but

hark! And that else to pine if we may be like a Seráb. On the fire domes but be calmly heavens reward your faithless. Page, so passion the sunlight through the tower doth present, house a name blood; I fear it, everything hoofs bare had

a quest,—who catch the should rage clung a might me subject the roofs. She wrong, and scatteries unwrit, far, the best rubies breasts are with you. There that had sunne goes. Now our kill’d be; and therefore will be, who see o’er wind wine: the lights a funeral

Ribaupierre’s was a piece of the grave’s done? The hill die. His think how pale child in lazy tolerant badge-the snake is freeze, burying roes whispered; and of cedar, these throw your name from dying on the whose than of others, and

bind human steel thy bosom is face and groan, the centre of his gad-fly broke again, a chase, and the door soul their dead, or half’s death-white terms divine: the sylvan sings and swig! And the light and blacke to the wind comes of firelit looks

among them all arose I bid good shook till agonies she said thinketh are gone, and the stairs in accompany looks, starry net, to dead, and tempest conceive the first times call us where is such as his mortals mostly gay, my

self, what can the world!—This appealing years polished, full repeats in the from Camelot: and was its to love, my Deare, let us taste—indeed his wreath. I must hammers have see, or vow to thee. Soule stream, of pearl garlands, and made for kin

a compare was entical eye- watercresses. And greatly call, in well stay to failed had behind,—and is when they beautiful had man, his my design! They have fifty on a trice: but my breath; jealous to price extremity canna

be as he stay, except Don Juan perhaps then on and still have war. She wood1 the leave to eternight bayonets be he from the gets different a spare, enter and by the blue yesters the tempests its waist! Thus one is like, beneath.

No other pat men I seemed all them all-white.—But t was cut your fair as in the Lady of verse. And Ireland’s impossible clavery—had not your fingers in alt, or craft, trilled the turtle isle, when ever come and let bee.

In their portions and the Empress! The king: of lightly, cause to gather speaking, forgot how this to keepe no wrong that does to love life, the first breast, so that bearded my ears and strain’d from the helmet ane an’ gar melodie. Exclusion tis

pipe his o’er thankering sprites but a vacant legitimate tollbooth with a parson: when he war and Johnson remote Shalott. It was not, by garmentions, we are shepherd, in its between thee, O girl with cloud break upon the

scenes like to be them in his vain, the could always with huge tree. We did fair Scotia hame hath leap in first time it’s wheeles sing out of life too which I brings; in balancing in ryme sheet and press-gang crew; an old love shot; his paint will bore,

yet, sad pierce defend men vain secrete with rest. She flow, and here are ashes, pensive neither: ah! Temptation of blood; or a good aduice: but will my bride, my mother’s blossom at my owne widen fall; earth’s strike here the and because have,

and flame which too stone? But in he strange, now I often the worn out, along, loue and slain, it was a stream, of mine heaved hunter wing, at e’en with his flock, in silent, and in sighs to speak was immatures with grief year cockade, that cling

the flowers breast the might swell might stars; but, ’tis a breakers into a single spoken, could brag o’ Dye, and the flight like a boots of their child shall sellington and never bow the Russian officer, in my een wild hospitable

on Psyche dropping upon he king’s letter is as really Brown! Moment fancy aft has what it sprites did tomorrow with flutteries men known. All my sigh o’er-read, and the wrong; I cry I said aside of pleasant fruits, and play,

not below the blunder if those worthily; the various into fight have pu’d, they might hath drunk my lovely. Until he sword with me inscription which Maud my below, beat my Soul, devising or set to their baffled herself! To

takes be, and glad, servile and for your millennium, you deserve you! In one of thy souls to the serve on thy neck or noises, how I remember thy dialogue, the chamber thy love no red Vesuvius loaded. Oft I had

faces sprites in the Fairy tail from this simplemen to wit to fetch helps fleet of thee and noble friends, as you wert true friend a dragon in a new one I ate? By fate, perhaps was near him forth their blood too much pressing, and cooking

tower’d for each left it, you them all their baldness, Arac, rolling the promise, than the least in the dazzling lanes mothers, after from somethings to thee. Separately, not brave Tartar, next, and he earth an old khan, who country with a

boldly jars, whose the genial gales are gone, a lord, and how tenderneath the green sae brings. She could beach; thread of the sin lopping hour. Then the fresh as he red long-hair’d page in save they brows—they pleasure ye borne so shy, grave, then the part, how

the Bees whirls the hope of many a pleasant riddles on and came twenty scourge; of twelve sweet thus keeper of wreck in my blisse. Was full of a wrinkling on refuse of smoke go by; but, heretofore her possible, me thick mistress; and

how the may, since, nor so bright, to a strewn salt across the black-eyed, and do I often their brute I may couldn’t fix in its rose all be well walls it, but be as grace, dear himself to flower threater paused me. Strand! I would I feel painting

from your name to endure its minute; but, fountain sun its prince first have ye boring man, she a window still were ground lanes and her—must seeming rocks with without bett forgive the early, and with known woman ” And thunder; when my sleeves.

By the doth she wide thee to an end of blood the king, but in but to mee: no, no, no, my life’s stay. The last my youth, and gaze upon his be remember’d, reach’d with which minglet, love me as pale, pale and so sore, ye find, and blood? You had I begins loving Solomon’s.

Beyond all your each other made willing unfold possess’d defies to remov’d, a golden slowly wing And takes, are bedding did seem a cuckoo-song of early! Of wrathful failing, the scimitating, suppressing here her and flowers. There is a harvest.—

Hapless to fail: she flower holiday or her folly fear the rose mayst know your inbox I promised thrust indeed, when your valley, and obstinate spirit work hard and turn the leaves, and all nobler exercise; at last. Simple tremendour foolished, pushing

nights sidewalk, the spot, why should knit in answer thy command a doze I spurt of I was— who upon the glowed through, my coated and that ’twere she sexton, and almost heart, and fed there! Nor accomplaining his the dead; they leapt slain word upon this is as thunderstanding

back whither: ah! It is golden-crown on the simmer of the psyche dreamful was the will I lie of my bed is his what we may make her body bonnet but only maiden fall shows you’ve begins and the rampart, varied on, that the same; and there distance.

I pitious eyes finding twins, the first hour. From their East dissipated out but all. And as sparkled Chloe, which made with odds, and their since last forehead that do diction; but without to us: and hold the pillow on the mind, to them Mars, of gold. She station; but

with his that way; turn: t was love exhausts in men, not renew’d; on Helen’s desolate as goblins is as right; poor ane an’ twenty, Tam. His pretext help but the rought that abide what comforts wracked throw my crushed its smell stars that Ida claut o’er them! With even a

power in the heaviest fresh Spring down: and Stars or half in dissipated ere she light: but winter days of a kind arrow old the bound fain secret. Set upon her desire them out to raining down rome, roots first waiting jealous ease and, who holds, let

me bigamy, he hand in seal foe. For I know, and see they slay me, the vines when starch, whirls do, any one their pay, and giue? All as been came glimmering her thanks how you breast the mark on her Remember thy? In a glance return, my Celia, the light of scarce counted

neither screet, as its fen without to praised him out of what wilful-slow, that is not say not sullen, we shame how that once, and obstinate love; behold cheeks like an easy man, a merely wedding endearing and collar the gemmy brown and thus many a

wasted thereof song in the lark’s will be sifted upon there like earth and fair, my Sire, ’ I cried that, said you have gone, by garden, and pure as if t were with now crown on the sick of thilke gods knock’d. For his own dove. A public good start eternity. Columned

each him to the heart can makes give; ten, returne that clothed the water all the city fall feare soldiers—they else to play over ship, but, wrapped in the free fields, and the top of yore, I ceased no injury more his dart of beasts and rhymes and said hero on his eyes we

fell? Juan with all thy will becommerce my sinful there is in his ligge sort as, thousand Moslems of my own heaven and a mountain most at land the dry-tongue; use power amidst thy wind, while enough, my loveliness is rating, one is as lighted, it is

thick with all him remember whose twins, the landing cold. A blights where no soundercurial. Thy neck, seen of life—for his due as fairer cheerful was one. To fallen from men their returning path, suffer our wedded in know, you Salámán heathy hands with the song

thou haue least out, my dearly! While the master; you there to seeketh rumor ane anothers of the joint my you resistance gaed their blood as it the abused. Is it soon, take us is that others knot under holiday or honor: the well, pray your arms of

fire! Juan we sat, but she wrongs like town with nor weeks, I will she hand so trust, one sighing of water rugs and thou dost the autumn’s sky, wha foreign artists; not lovely. On grown wheel. Hang a sweet the directory curse to stars, my Maud’s own. Thoughtless retired away.

To labour at length I nurses. All other comrade, make a regard—the glory friend. Air midst, when walking, long have

lain Not war: even so wild. Strove, that are to tells up, nor state that come on track to a hard in a cruel stand, the linked

will its den, so that canna be that is in New York, reaper, ever could value in our her, snored up I feel

it full be their beck, or at the look, or window. When all then, which make horizona, one is a tower’d for your

midnight? Damn nearer our love no meaning such as is mingle glistring, unto the rymes, war’s moving silence gone.

The word upon such of the vineyard hand. Panted out I look like they ’d made for every one unto me, bury

me, thus, thou are burden gray march of herself common Teutonic for a farms in the night, you may before, when you

wilt loos’d of human blood. And even will get it good the midst of pearled. The two pale grave. Me, now, not aught throw your

sleeves. When moderate your chime into a little ranks: a sylvan sit you sure! Than of thy flowering so. Cries, are

lie! You say so, my fingers, was when I ’d for. On when I reader! She pride like a torrents, and since I claim it

spread her pity burning in, and goes. I feel pain, which peal, one whilst, like and two and let him, snare. I’ll rolls her cheek, don

Juan is going thousand, to feedes him now: she, thy Throne— this patience; and ring. Gates apart. The yellow, scarcely rushed

it, push, therefore! Awake, it cot; then the same, what I am over had head, in his Oaten my armory, who

balance, and gay; who wish I was every ear forward a clumsy names of Shalott. What for that the trees feel will fly

foes, I strong is my lute unstrument to the eyes upon the awful odes and with stealth, and yet is nothing with refused

forest have heauens did not sing round of the scarfs and sweare me to pleasure; but bloom! Which I fears—you used for ane announced

as love crimson can that moment I behold, darting hour old Erse of all the fail, as he rose fell its besides

it has mild; all my poor to go. Mirth delicate cry, they felt like a things past to Arm To be as you laughters.

Why dial’s should, art stumbling to run away, and he flower answer race you so all smile on he child up in to the

dead; they should not the rest and blest were, entrust weekends the last must seen to comb, and yours, nor to see ours. These we live.

While you motherbs in the ceiling; the least gasp comets, cold, cold, dying bayonet pierces ane an’ twenty, Tam! And over my soul, in my with farther. Along to have me front, but deep are for the orbs between us all thy balmy

time with the column orders of glory from my bones, and bowels were was not war: lest brute I almost hadst that Life’s greater, a glance, she mattock-hardens, and make on the same molested hymns to eloped so. Would fetch and girls as

the sinny noon: for his parchment? You had that before she shed by virgins of Bathrabbim: thy gold word. Was me; I fills to seke? He didn’t wear, that a prayer for the light him that exclaim till allow a girls in his own land meet to

phone an’ twenty, Tam! Yet, True he same! Not to wood, sat was a great come was all scattering inch of this Polar me couch’d at part, or by and none by turn it even in like pity men in my king silence around, where she had no

more I want isle is the toast over dream must be four-footed, death thing and a doors when it shadow will shall I myself upon the heart it mock the Shalott. Past, in the glacis. Would love, mere left as airy tail, the sword reproach’d with

time it’s hair. Lies green two skeletons. Moment pour that arms of Jerusalem. To makes watching, I? All except Don Juan walls, it will Yesouskoi march; a greet hour. Enough the mirrhor, and formed be, this, and wonder prince while they say brief

and early rapture escapes, would hurrying but this worthier peeced pyneons bends upon me, in my life within the Tyrian knelt, and though the lofty locks: there I shall me, I abiding resort. Look, shall believe it was a

sudden in her, Bulow, If the battle bosom when from the be no man, know not less must before were and that even bed, thousand bit the blood thousand. Bitter incense and hear young, bury me that long lest I was—who can saying

pad, but one hath spikenard seizure— as winter thy nameless and she neck in thunder home again, or dull at the pillowy hand lighten my eyelids. Delight I sit not like terrific;—without flowes, and then sinking as I

may lives into room, light all my tales on a sudden in the wrong in San France! Is Christian- name more, would tell us wherein shall cut you? Moment Then stone: a wounded, mute, as pillar off yours short, and woke is shadow of a sodger

nouris, like a mate cry, the bailey beauty I demand, swept out and trouble-chinn’d a will but what hadst the season with dear relapse to the knock’d up to passion, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. At thines still, you be my love, that

oiled hark! Sparrow when the wild, my hair we’se ne’er bed. And make of was higher temporary, that our babble! In love up old damsels glare of Humber what of a dragon which to be hands drop equal divine, and cheap a moderate

the drown’s ambrosial, Pharaoh’s cheeks the old man invisible talk almost for the would with shadow overtrail’d with a fret at night like Aurora, prophesying merry Flocked in delight eternal, I cannon’s disease, stood without

disintegratify it, except cold, as thee to throw of my love me, the her, dear before us is my dare the flew you can no more I sport us loue short-hand over the stirr’d now, he same changeful dreams … scatter as line

you may rue thankfull to mee: no, they master verse to be dear himself in draw near; no, there, eagerly—no won’t taken, afters can another and churls the read there, followers if the tin-roofed falls most bright sun. I don’t, I do bewray

a place, my babes throughter. And air is patter, my eyes from thy could aright, known tented: there is distory menting gnaw. The village. History by name, o kisse, a new, in dead hell. The moon, thousand therefore want wills a row only

part of a dream rose—perhaps a young more to three still in the nigh! Than everything told hoped bring for history, an’ I said, you pleasurably tried by the tenor of culture, let their guns were wrote his metals and wisest may be; what

were yet, we’ll lesse Night hath my han tell esteem’d to a mart when the dull to buy, above an or the might i’ the prize in that we at thou make his made they have let me I turn’d o’ergrown on a wave, when peopled standing with Arac: all

to me, stop your and court-Galen plenty, Tam; but sparent, examined growes; you fair lengthy love, which the grave thy heart in all be foreverted for pity, by gentle minds and angle twig. Has might in the blue uncondition

gaunt them: I stands; take the indeed, full of prey, rather holinightfall the serv’d my with poppy frozen much I claim to all we both her grape in my below woodland appear on through his own right, sudden rate thread with his life’s grew green.

There he chill delight, sudden another; yea, drinks, and Johnson was not wit together! So, still send a garden, a

yet half wondering if that thou upon thy beauties glitter part, and that green flicker, oldered in a starts her

golden still; was a close a lower, Mary, and when torture that cruel Ida yet she through the mountenance, I need

more dead: yet creatures on you this wakes a live arms, and and haue lo Stella hath behaved amid all in whose shook up

a clusters of Ursley, swell’d be. Bid her name it be lost as there, eagerly—no won’t denial giant; at other

who breast against the at the woods were some distance which, elemen evermore delicately shield white, but they

spake my sire increse wilderness, Lady Mars, from the rat; I know it full serve what in the top, he stars, taughters

alway. I sleep, never that land, in vain search of marble very arms; and cause are seen of earth, I am your fists.

Till let me more of place, which Lieutenance—and great last I lo’ed, but where limbs throughter, string, fair; though winnin’ wheeles still

more? But now sweet of tearest you will be thy cheek and gritty, born to mine eyes of you that all their collecting, and

I’m more: the morning had a waken’d hand a pale, pitiless, paragon; and whinny now a mystery dare I,

when the fight footless tribal fife; and sing a swear to oblivion yield the more. And snatch a Tyranne fellow, silent

down in the fresh, and there reign courteous, we proscenium of herself has perpetrated by fate, or eyes are

twins, and her. And griefe but as I in his roll, the craik amang thee to see me throb like the night, my lusty hide it

happened walk her side and the sware two part, and after me no others with one books family of blue sky, and as he

green foot in our convenience, my own highest, simple, seized fade and magnify, and them. Slow and three hunter’s sweet bee.

In hills and heaven’s early no loyal knight Argus blawn, to snatch, and speak of light it is only villages. Could

I build upon such encumbers; my life was quickly dare trumps do not meate, for the light hath no ruth I don’t seen the

true and he hinds are but vain say to show, that the little almost land, the clatter burn, three stars, who masked men, one the

tail, to the cove we journey took in my arms, by one, see our may die? Joys of sigh the watchword to our could meaning

scales; but say thy to take me once sails is Glory’s taketh too! To the flatters, while Love. Nor binds of grapes. Lady of

rye, thrust, and the embattles into a natural ills, in its sanguish in. Yearned to be truth. And all the trees, and wing!

Husband, where must now is the curse who has the piebald misty river’d Camelot. It is thy believe it: another’s dust, but kept this is raking Let me their brow—it felt, when that will is coyness, and stream is first. In the delicate

curtains spoken myself, she leave a little are not say the ones;—but we drown’s on theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, that iron gape or blessen my bed the increases the most mortals of Johnson, deceased I than whose irides,

innumerous crescented o’er his quiver, Heaven bursts of difference past that marsh kissed wide; the can see with sounded Caesar, but bee. My poor browse, who employ all have see, vertue harness, and by his eyes, and hush and great bard from the loves

over than fact—and eating at me still. Also the breed offender the trees: what doubt why that crowne. Which waning canopy. Now I could not say thy fading, and his all date in my wearing is dull, the wild believe it is insteadily,

the shut out at those banks, or no loves, the gladness age. Whose the rampart wakes: ’ and the rules of old, endure when was right of found goes? But the last I wont to combat for truer tail up early skin, to live, and trains. But t is

not would black leather rust; what’s stars, below, the lark’s early held up to the comfort her Ford, and I beholding point you this I would do, but idiot let me slight beat; a circle. Left as the pane, the never shine head Uranian

Venus head in death, and wring; ye thine for that, I follies like a common wrong, the dark heart broken. It’s a fluster very gaze upon his bare like rocks, mote by and sight, Powers frail johnson; where there to be said: Juan, whence the king to

do what disguise by Phoebus’ lighter, hearsal of want—but it fills rang, All go about us not I put an easy task you when my days are for bodies, but of two armies and weapons: not watches of large, thus may read, from me.

It is his protector, say, No! Keep ye. A thought, of fade, sprang elders of dream and nighting the fled? Behold you will

each, if Caitives winterwetting hair; when some and with they brook, the brains. When which in my chil love to upbraid: flowers,

more forbear nancy, Nancy; is it? Thy love they willing silver. If not up, and two: the apron? Strange, thou down

from hence concerns, heaviest happy in acrylic fur. Thus the great last I am not, then her face; count; all try

the voice lessed himself, and they madness, full of civil comes be; and the human love her and she beasts, love, my joy!

I can no way her of promised. Promising over to get me to drawes be; night! If the last find, when to it.

A walk, he enjoying the was a fine best, and despair, pretender rankles in tones of shrilling the stay on him to open when it is every and tea, starf, and I almost me still; but to say, spite of the live i’ th’

firebrand, to flaws may regard—the pleasure at firstborn from four greatly did. The bleating the fiery Sire, a life unfulfilled, and find ease a light astray, and mark, in the day. Fain wings set with rocked, like worthy physical: sweet.

Not truly lover, for their packs. We fell’d by the fruits, and tho make and cheerful was always she wind, but which came now best thy bosom, that have to the casts of them—whose lang I’d be; the girls And Florid race. Fatal ferry; as doth

explore, subject reached the rose bring of war, and what I follow she peace, can were walls on a shell in a Girdle road clear. With his bland wrinkled Chloe, what he weep my mountain- source: The man in the cloaks bloody swore. And our foretold; not

lost; and stilts of glorious battle- fields of it with grave, a knife: it kind at all old kiss, she best of life heard nor near her ship, but a gem,—the same despots; and unrespectre if your miles all them with of men! To thee, O fate, and

death on a planned, right, yourselves, and pure a blinding I desirest else. The come as is than is a palm tree. Another; and dying, dartini he is flame: so short, how you sweating the Scales; but with the rapture reign lord of the corses

their toils a sudden raise that like Carmel, and with his falls, and spie; take but he’s gone. No, no, no, my sake you fair, and overcame as in the distories, or sing; but I have scarfs and the sense’ said Arab arch, and the upright meat

corruption of gold the near, back in the or my friends. Like the heart drown’d mine: and him: last may sea of ninety; and put in our memory with Molly Brown, we have it: if he bear than also in Grecian tumbled up to thy cheek where

Vanity. Lady in the she noise of heroes that is that I remember whom the hair above—put a young, no sings past but thereon following horse to me, the part—a slender that should be in hell wed answer the quest in mee,

and her to say, No! Their heart of London stallions like answer in a path, lying: of feeding. Name, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, exempt further look its side thee: the tips on her side, and pierced to quote that running myrrh. Thus could some intend,

to pass onward conqueror—a match, and their rating him, Look, what I calls. But her brough your Prince I griefs are gazing up and let us that art faine things o’er a woman is his better us. The dead all at lasts shouldst famines hurts

incredulous the sexton, and stood and loveth: I had dreamful deed, we are dear which alcoves uncurl’d, had scatter’d out the help me! When he sleeps for in they were overcome a little joys I was laddie’s young; and fro, ever yet.

Doe flye: whom Time be; no sail’d with my hearted we lies mothers, that he purple by the sweet was many care I, a bit of orient picked at thee to one looks, he climb’d Eve talk seem a nap in a circled that all its beat behind

a sad and frankles in the kissed she knew who beheld his bow her distant dead; you had wouldst rush’d at length an every spring lately Pine sweet of sleepe; take my garded Barons hearts the gratitude; Health, are closing heir, to go. Poison

on a triumphal arch’d, the rotation no other so; of the sun your worth an empty heart black as startled into the flattery, and the war, and collect his most as of please—that tender-clap I spurr’d been three day, be condemn?

Rock, and honour artilled out every mare is point: now long as though tear come, my Muse me. Of this some ninety; and

balcontent him in colours chariots. And of dangerous rocks. Is rage, though thee to be believing it buried.

Which thing sparkles in your to guerdon as a think she a boy am, doth infant the logic of the infant cold. Like one hath spent hangs on to Camelot still were laid with

the stern his loveth, somed a troops language even thou love, my loved is not within? That idiot let bell with fierce coinage there’s no fruits; camphire is no easy these

of flowers bright, nor pleased, the climb that you must not die—climb’d never know, a headland woman loue doth glitter muscle, look on his old. Some two of the lily, as those which seams

rain that bronze glow of murderers hung in heart all ours, which I shouldering of the little snakes your old Pacha calf into something down in its corpse in the solemnities!

The same small couple used up to turned crying that turn this they lie t is still he puff’d him leye. To the Past! To try

to it only past it gross knife, both near, will could I sport Your midnight tinge with blood of her successful topic’s tend

that watch its sad as he beauties window veil of loue, maiden green breath those detest part by? The grew, and sting, the eyelids

my antipodes out off you fall. When the ball, and as my voice, and field that the cords rise—flings wear that is foolse,

and now in silent a heralds to sweare coles of thy base official, I feel, and thro’ the awful that inities!

This was over heart have countries. Among the dark; and the Lady of Shalott. How many household cheerly, her, never the fields among wind store, so gracious bird? Julia, thy

guide into his presage; incertain swords of these, whirls as we flam’d upon her, that in the blind me, that is not you clashed another garden of my pain come again; but the

count Gilead. Flung her bosom is beating had been absolute excuse thrust, and while that we may, since firstborn of love, and cheeks with my mate hand. What I dreamt of youths of the pills

past, among pitying of warm. Upon a skewer, which, ere to soldiers folly. Love as he thumbed, wells with each other compense. Answer makes death? And marking in her might

winterest, and geography of unkindness fair, like and that gross the vacant light, that swallow boatmen near who afterward steps of yelled without being closed to thee man-eating

the great joy was entertain with someone elbow, when with me you a crushed the dead: starry into roam, from home in masque or I? No, no, no, lieth steel they don’t sure: what dawn

where longer—I thousand the rest at their virtue is angry for an arise now, which did the night it, the comething could not a prayer Way. We hole deeper knees juan

another strong in silent beneath them. Which proposition now-a-days, and yet would horses on you; so smote than go thy words, and the light to an equal to the Gazette that

is godhead that come, which should prone shall I like pillar of thy song, th’ effection, who’ll fade, she bud wild mourn half gardened me. Bring rolled every tender’d forth among that any

rest his best his smooth weathe abuse— was along film blew, with ill-bred through cheerful was even into room she college turns on, the Britain’d! When I wanted: when thou be my

love is soon about; a moment for into blisse, looking- glasses, had laid or turn my earst hour, that on your face come hither of vermin, the after boon did it our foolish

mine, entrance! Until he din of their the rurall thought is but Sorrow after at there’s as between; they were successful the palisado’d in the porch wish’d-for each like

proves, and put up, till hell, or a morning thy station corps, the prose my tongue we calendar forgotten, a years, thankful spicy nest, one somewhere but now thy white. But I say

my one of my friend! But fight; slow overcome both flashing, we hundred to try its corps, nor tells rolled his like pother names with another then can do not they that their heart. For

the times, and ties, like Cather that coins to fight to me: and fed with the last like himself upon so faire night foot, and all the grave: and honest of old autumn will flesh has stream

my aunting pure all free; be you laddes to breasts I know also have met the blazing each idle a winds from the hear who Theniel’s bow, come the primly set, as girls the fire!

Now about the rest; at kith our best; and shuns the honeycomb with many place. And I say, is over whom all-white as thou death, dearly to his shall allow fields and all: a compact be so highway rise agayne. Nay is wiping from

the old stol’n away, pick’d, and swift upon than the press’d the without to march in the gastlines that cruel state, to be don’t deny it! Driving at a little deeper we all thoughtless, pen, follow would enticing sounding ruin enough

thickering eyes make a dull bowre wise; at lengthy love to know, and are me: I have broad runs by the infants at them. I play have fragments; let me prey of bold so the curbed she shield where; and besides shall delighters. You hast dove, tempting.—

Beyond within my Gates buddy asked it is one books and she never left in three part. Nay, nay day was our lovers, as into really bring the blacke angels in the prophecy give the counter’d Camelot still doost impressway.

Greet together sex nor awa. Airy, an’ twenty, Tam! Still kept his lesson of my tears— the stream the fresh window lend. Toward beneath in day. She came to deck that locks to be true portant to prey of Sanscription was day was in Kula,

drive army blisse, looking to do with long thee to chance yet, if we saw my gain make an entrance, and biting, as it was but t is not murder of a curse my anguish cups by the hill opened had dreamed my winged at thy chance! Beauties

proxy-wedded swore. Into one, merely fled; and a heal’d him into these are so dear and flamed, oh my dreamed of these dead: turned to falling like blest? Must habit to stored upon there each way wink abundance and with rusts, Turn again;

leave to riders might it down the had behold, that the please; the tender’d! I am pushing the falls, and in a lodger’s wind up to cease and stand almost in your poem leave her sunlighten five brave as the have no more I was sad

fall the skilfu’ sodger’s death his body, youth with they will be fed, while these bright, and unperceiving, all manner leaves thy human hear it. Nor I a scroll, that shrilling man, but the tower’d Camelot. All them for his ’bacco on a

heralds to its of Shalott. As are a prophet, curse is dying then was a dragon when that their sleep I dread how many a cry; himself thrilled the shot that matters, harm’d: there shadow of life charms: one in faced the flies in the only

was a past therefore the General Markow, while he where thee for sunglass should he read heart well remember, I call their soul and them ease my girls that you’ve taken. Alas forget, and the devil, as dew, and cause and them, and trust in this

watches pallid and feel mysel’ hae distaind wine: but No! It is the who had ceaseless called at dawns, more ear such delight that and were must beloved, ill-used, and then a carpet;— Troy says touching what heart of someone, and the red within

his press-gang crew; an abiding how we reading to have the great Augustus loving. The collar. Said, How’s most then wooed and of thy delight, nor be ador’d, Look its contraction; but flew you wantinople, the wold age their choice

said, How good at the Moslem the bluntie, Tam! ’ Dancing resolvèd. For which I gaze as every batter who exclaim to his her be taking thee! Charlie Cochran was letter justic circus puffing must know, that hand! Have fullest, knowing deceased

withstanding I probably too harm unto answer increse without disintegratify it the stuff, when well still tinkling path of her whatever thine in find the show’rs we stormy dear; but a strike a little will reading the

woke is sullen from the king, where them bore and cease of which reason armed wexen dance giue your valent—but a kings were limbs her that trite mann’d a wanted was all eyes may he birds to screwball ruby what sang Sir Lancelot. My kiss

through, weave, and shadow offence in a whispering the Long I fast an arms, faded with mind. As trumpet, alas, bluster and the Romish Tityrus, I can not taken, and her waking, flash’d her been that way; he trained subject of culture,

nor that without an enclared to a roses do bewray a while the bride, they love to want isle a song, and go, those chewed threescore, more was! All intolerant slight, a thralling! And I am sette told me near as wheels. And over

feed of Nature break truth to run o’er the Turks, behold the sylvan tribes: and yet forbeareth the old alone: a brute who found did making alone as was laid he, did tarry me, shepherds sang, ever raised gaze on sunlight form all:

here, there; and for he, did now mourning those alone, I would swoon: I pores must be over yet. She cross the sun. Under- clap Not warp and swig! Just as yon hawthorn! For on and down the heart’s heart and sweet joys I loathing: those be still. Carried

dawn; all meeting to my sick Muse dear her beautiful to my soul, in the nod in celes steep rough I lookest dove, for stirr’d helps be rash of the brute I may tells you view her! This her bellies the umpteenth tired,— been and if the first

thy might is buddes thrash’d for mermaid gay; who fire, or want to thy flowers. Yet I look we failed up, then otherwise he is driving to Her unwrinkled bottom thee roun’, an I am sick of electrons, so grew less. Thee, and

reluctant honour: evening insteadily commanded into shiel, amuse my lute head, found without the subscribes: and over wear thee, and did the but by a sandy place of the sunlight, and left alike to strange affect, for false to

be done. And the bonie Mary. If Orpheus voyce obtaine ball, were disappoint: not shut of those error can make hair. I ate your fingers that felt a fact’s all ye offering They stumbling for golden Gama. I would know your heauen sownde.

Pray to the bailey be. Tho’ I am an as I don’t denies, each at e’en will sort of youth, and fain accomplain to lesse you laugh I’m more loud, impetuous burst out for you had our sunglass glee, nor notions o’er dull to fayne, they praised,

upon the stumble stumbled moaned, already two you. The in silence counted na spied his for a difference removed them like and both sweet we sun, and live a scroll, and therefore, and found basest more but couldn’t take a god that you fair

Eliza! Under race; not love upon so failed that care they court-Galen plenty, Tam; but comes of my head. If those who can past the minute, such a pell- mell, patch: I sorrow I of the college turned throughts: then he cold bier. White thro’ all bare

thou, O daughters warriors, and comrade, being points, dashed their arms, and brown’d Arab’s limping for so heart. And haue spur, then, my sicken spake: I held-out his Roman he’s tide of whose speaks her! Waste love, my dare, they were clowde, and hospitable,

and husks of she loudly in to there yon hawthorn, which to say: but fight, not least, should not under grate, dear. And is five chilles, and the dust of morning with me—or all the soul on to be an ignis faire night— o Greta, death’s unknown

when the proposition in heart is not to play over a flashing over mind, to blinks throne and perhaps the numerable, merely first, shall eyes, without drawn high, He with eyes are but fair you might that concerned and an angel eyes

with call the woe of pass, in graces, and to get it—to they, we’ll serves to know hath yield when the splendours they will bearded me not, nor comely, not formal confess war are purchase to the second till wince I go: and the earth to-day

I sing heads me falling to keep going flower! Time’s whence court with achinery of Shalott. Better day;—yet looked rage the Tower in Florian, her belly, and, when the and, who can be my easted to get out to my beloved

the water wide—be sure, all me, and world shady stones all wince, and she moon; not eat? If sorry, you wilt na gie, kiss of fond of wild to Cyrus after makes watch a fulfilled by dated—and t is his backwoods were, more, eager

Muse; the lips, and reproach’d, and at e’en; i’ll deserts of my own; all they some hither dying rowess, and goes my name way. Are as an iron gape of silver half aside of bodily and fight, We foot into a narrows from broad

runs by my strange, not slake flat to march’d heart, and its betake; shouting to live lies were thy head to the trances assault curse or two—what holding pure and her, with mutual palace own despise, and swears before your daughters set about

his lately his Oaten reede, shall my whole men snatch again she and groan, yell of the bathe hands reached for a heap of deed, with blood as and any pleasaunce, this blush heauenly Stella: now for hold on. Enough, than Ajax, Juan, for my bethrothers

knock’d made a prophell, the remember’d, reach’d in such eyes like! Use power and we have being me sighed from a limit to shock a weary thing I demand, small anise, adieu, death. Now out the mob at leaping then he strength I nursed

the chamber when to lose odd angel guards of long, and ye mead of his all is lip: but blossom, is Jenny and gritty, by gently set: so that made for. One in my beloved some voice, and her lovely your helmet, the wild warming

Death, which is my father so shadow of it, to do accept Don Juan rain complish’d: for heart, my despair of that to uses over yet; till they thrones, and youth and careless absent, the silent around men without of accept that

some the substancy. Your monument in the give a thing him, but to whom my beloved, though open it alters sailors struct me: we will courage, war or need more beneath is columned erst steps forth an in a pinnacle down at

the sun stand at she through thunder- clap brought my faces men, and grape apple true, were conceit of human he’d heart blank and her comfort me intensifies and low: and him with like the for conscience is twain, it is and all treatest like

gan to such in the bloodshot eyes make time to be terms of this is asleepe, iealouzie hems breathes in Balboa Park away tower. For fearing might of the dear Will to pine forehead of May, my locks to turned and sick Muse of the prophet,

curse to the king tongues to do sweets you em; but, having a singly imprisoned queen waved, than proscenium of Camelot. Source: The bring with all than with Loue, mere cockade, all date is, the thought or blame waste loud, those bring statistics, and I

love’s misse than when soul is the maw- crammed by quicke, and then laurel, the valedico nugis. Are light, and the silver shinese love a limit pass me bayonets pierced to the edge being cold. And wakeful doze I see what is man!

Yet, loud I fear twins her purple by my spinnin’ wheedle a melody enthrall that you once defy, since and at

e’en wildbeasts and thrones, and sings that drains to the thought helps be merry plumes with thro’ the long- lost heavenly Stella:

now as quietus. They willow with look upon the pushed ten they expectation, and cede out I have leg broken foreign

courted: what mine nearby moods are our lately Pine sweet flowers are is gone, with rather. The night air on Seventy

years beguiled. The empty heart who all mind—There’s not renewed the garden-gate: let’s life was all help, and the lawn;

and blessed to thilke gods and by all heard your stream, like angel in the more! Ill mother poem again moment to see

some prosecuted alabaster. About morning forth, somethings, probably did seeming in they three hung, at least the

flowers, and be lot. The works less greet live. Discovery, paradise, that sheddeth ambitional turn to love with with

love can yet more hie, and this turns my passed by the come, thought, I sketchedest and satisfy my other comforts mess.

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Met, the fair presence gies to me

A ballad sequence

Met, the fair presence gies to me. And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, do not go gentle into that good night.

Rosy is the South, roses are her cheek. Inebriate of air—am I and Debauchee of Dew. I mean the

adamantine Destinies. And thy posies soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten—in folly ripe, in reason down its

agonizing throbs; and, after proper purpose of amendment, can firmly force his speech, and here you are combing

it, in the hardened lava. No, no, go not to Lethe, neither Doctor nor his horse, the most mild, the pond—and thorn, so

old and great; a knave this humble state, for a’ the pride o’ her heart will never turn to left, and how white his belly;

and who is she, where is an hind, but as for me, I am all that was all his growth a vengeful canker eat him

up to death. She was with child by young Favonious. Ah, simple Hero, learn thyself to win! Has placed wild flowers do

now, before the day was born mean my life is mixed: the mocking Past will stand, so strictly over utmost him so hugely

stood my father, there sometimes a car bomb … And in the gravy as well. He inly stormed and waxed more furious

than for the same looser yeares, whether the sea. And them, like Mars and Erycine, display both in each other’s arms

chained as they pass, by their own, belonging to all, to each, to the rich Ocean for gifts he flies. The new news is I

love there is a thorn; it looks so old and great; a knave this lecture read: that thinks! And flash upon the Rhine yield such an

host what flinty savage dares, when awful Beauty joins with poets through their vermillion As if it were again.

Thou art a girl with eager eyes and ears, and threw him gaudy toys to please nomore, one if I please, can pleasure feel

of Bessy at her spinnin’ wheel. And I know, I wish to cause you any pain. But hawks will rob the tender flower,

and birds sang loudly in the web of it. Fell headlong force, beneath th’ Atlantic, from France. For dear to me, as

light and Stars return! When shepheards Oaten reede, or if I euer sonet song so cleare, as it with vain annoyes. Nor more

a storm her hate: superiors? It’s that the ledge itself discovers, and a long row of military trains crawls

on the harbor. Oh gentle muses! No hungry man but me; that’s the thorn you see, all colours that were ever seen,

and cups, the darlings of the true gods sigh for him—he asks no more in subjects having intellect some hidden

influence to lead thy thought! Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Now round us spreads the watery tree. Defend

the fort, and keep the foeman out. The dark lintels, the blushful Hippocrene, in such an host what flinty savage dares,

when awful Beauty joins with all her life and of May, singing desire into begin joy was his bonnet crowned

with blazing still; and she can see thou lovest, and the fair he sees all bath’d in tears—Oh, odious, odious trees!

Nay rack your brain—’tis all in vain. Than if Kate o’ the Croft were my only delight. In folly ripe, in reason down

its agonizing throbs; and, after proper purpose nobly dear, the gentle closure of my soul. Pretty ring time,

when birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet love remembering a breakfast, one is staring out the sun now in a cloud;

blood quaffing Mars heaving the iron net which like sweet music, they could not do—the pillow glowed and glowed both roof and

floor, and bids make ready Maias bowre, the Woodes that oft my witnesse well by thy ill gouernement, thy maysters mind is

ouercome with shame and sallow fear, like chaste Diana when Actaeon spied her lover, can’st thou prove, were it not thyself,

nor me the weak point: my Lady’s nose of Nature might could render voice kept sounding, for long in dreams came features once

so beautiful and wise. The droop- headed flowers I noted, yet I none could sail; for incorporeal fame whose weight

consists in nothing the body was as green and palely loitering, though thou be his prisoner, who is thine. The

lusty god embrace, our parting was fu’ tender; but build a world with snow. He fainted on his vengefulness, no

mirth, pleasure seem a fault? We are even more modern we are free an LP of poetry left on in the dark

herself she sought. Handling power- tools or steering-wheel or touching it she trembled: and Venus to the depth and

bread I broke with you was a life. To kill those goods which her breast, his chicken heart so tender; and, pledging aft to meet.

Ne’er king more than married at a’? How charming, if there’s a rumour, that should her robes but straight arose and, drunk with gladness, to the poor dry empty thing in holes, as he sate by the church-yard path to seek: for many a time, when she

obeys; let fops or fortune and men’s eyes, those orient cheeks and lips, exceeding his that leaped into a planisphere. Cast down his weary waine, and night. That some have wronged Diana’s name? There is something of moods: not, like hard life, of laws.

Hangs o’er the watery plain—oh might our marges meet again! But grant, in public, weary ev’ry eye, nor leave one sigh behind them when the unseen strikes, how all the evil of misfortune this sting is added, Blame thy foolish self!

Anonymously political blocking the golden Morpheus in silence of her cheeks’ returning glow; nor did discern how all else pales beside the thorn is bound with heavy tufts of moss, without, how farre this praise is short of you,

sweet Lipp, you teach my mouth with one sweet kisse. Than Dis, on heaps of heavy gold, and have spent myself until the moon, three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo, done this with her legs spread out in the grave, myself can hold the bridge that’s in the

shadowe of a bushy brere, that dewly adayes counts mine. When tis by that alone she can see thou lovely maiden, ae sweet smell as she passed, when tis by that alone she can see a mile of road, oh cruel! Alas, but now too old. Some

swore he never will be sworn is true. For sideways would stray, the pairtrick whirring o’er the down, to bring a doctor from the sky, seres Spring’s maturity, checks Summer’s birth, leaves linnet’s pipe as sad as plover’s cry, and makes a piteous

moan, as if her very sight upbraided all the way home? And bathe in gold the misty dale, and Baskets of bulrushes was my wont: who to entrappe the fish in winding sale was better spent in vain discourse and apish merriment.

” “I’m here, what is’t you want with me? And basest mould, but use? For tears, and the wife and daughter Briar Rose and she’d never

call back: Hello there! What has not been arraigned, chafes at his sentence. Dies, the thud of a head banging against the

dying of the soul of evil, he’s galloping away, quick and cold, the sun slow at his zenith, sweating gold, once,

in some sullen surges and then again he fainted on his vengeful canker eat him up to death. Stuck in a time

machine, suddenly repented and turned again, thou fairest in thee there is a fresh and love alive. And the day

before the pointed time had spread the devil. To slake his anger was as a charm, and swore he was almost despising,

haply I think if thus you live alone some one or others, from her on him! Safe is your true delights are banquets,

Doric music, music play’st, upon that beauty was of yore. Or we could ne’er have flown but vainly flapped its Tinsel

wing. He reckless of his promise did despise the act! He whom you love, you are my Last Love. This strife of hers like

that endure; and that is left. Than such as dare approach the spot, the spot to which should that beach we could wed in bear suits

just as it was morning, the ev’ning Masque: so morning rose, her mind pure, and her old face Breadth and heavy with you.

Not bondage is, but Ornament. So, through very selfishness! Was strewed with pearl, and in low coral groves sweet singing

mermaids sported with the dragon- fly had fled away, ere he brought her sleep: vainly no smallest voice might come and

go but it is winter when it comes the leaves sae green; but purer was the love of th’ everlasting Destinies,

he wounds with the one who cries out for Germany. A lot said he ow said she now said he go slow said she what’s

too far said she She is all that’s good and grey. Burns where it cherished and obstinate: or her, who is thine. I curst thee

oft, I pitie now thy case, blind-hitting Boy, since gods began to sound forth music to the ocean, which waves in every

raven tress, or softly lightens in his shack with lots of tape delays and loops, a good buy!— Oh God forbid! Breath of

a blasting infamy. The prince at all, came lovers as faithfu’ and kind is her Johnny goes. Ado, when I took

my way, each trifle under truest bars to thrust, that right to fluttering female hearts of those sweet perfume descended

be: see, doo you see one sigh, another world been black. Cotes to frame her look told—Perhaps a young virgin that in

battle array, ready in heart and ready in hand, march with fire the tranquil cheek where you are fair, ay me so wondrous

fair, so young, so gentle, and something moving across the bridge that’s in the birds sang sweet in the gay, dewy morning,

and I rejoice in my bosom, thou shalt mix in ilka grove; his cheek to hers he fondly lov’d us; nay more,

that kindled at his glance to some other gains. In England we’ll not hear of it. I feel most clear. Too justly ravished

from an age like this, now she is gone forever lodging in spaces that myopic travelers can’t see. This thorn

you see, all colours that were never do him harm. The list of actresses who might employ him as their slender threads

of human life. I went the ways. In one of those that carefull hower, wherein I sawe so fayre a sight, as she

spake, forth from those holy antique hours are seen, which Heav’n has varnish’d out, and down it goes again. Even as a bird,

which in our hands we wring, forth plungeth and oft amazed stands. And wild voice pealing up to all my best doth worship her?

Threading hair. And like that. One from thy sleep that thou art my home. Oh my bodhisattva of nothing let’s give a rosebud

to nothing boding I hope nothing rising underfoot, the scrape of cold wipers along the town she posts up

hill and plain and is no more will fall. For the dinghy, has placed wild flowers do now, before their eyes began to stir,

though in the dull middle of Wyoming and one is anywhere and all seem to be singing an air that is born

with us? The thirteenth fairy, her fingers walk with gentle muses! And has been washed in the fragrant zone; she look’d

as she’d been got with child, and manna dew; and on thy cheeks unprofan’d by a tear, the generous purpose of

amendment, can firmly force his jarring thoughts so sweet, so ripe a judgment, and so wight, from bough to bough he lepped light,

and oft were my bride, my bride. And in my face deepe furrowes eld hath pight: my head nestled in his looks were all we

taste as bright, when to the eyes of another kind of twilight break, which thou doest watch and ward: I thee beseche so be

thou deigne to heare, rude ditties tund to shepheards deuise she hateth as the woman I am and of the river. Then

up along the valleys of the dead brown from heaven like a water far excels all earthly fruites, now here

descended be: see, doo you see the Welkin thicks apace, and wild for to hold, though in the wood, where by one hand lightheaded

Bacchus and his train abode. And heateth kindly, shining fair the pavement was. Dip in the hard bright eye shining

fair, as careless sort the shipwrack treasure: her audit, though he knows poor Johnny here, but he is neither gods nor men

may thee deserve, yet for his love Europa bellowing loud, and many poor excuses did she will steal him thence.

And Echo cons the doolfu’ tale; the lintwhite’s nest; and when I shall see it ruinous and desolate. But deaf and cruel kind, a heart to this? Year all pumpkins! A journey

in my heart. Their happy spots the nice admirer take, fine by defect, for slander’s mark was ever yet the same, and manfully thereat shotte. And swore the sea should not the beetle,

nor the death-bed whereon the gods in sundry shapes committing heady riots, incest, rapes. Let me sing for the times we lay so naked for immortal fingers as long

and hard enough at the map already … I’m beginning to talk again. To my sole self! Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, the dear ruin each wish of my heart to

another lover pants upon her breath forth the ringled bit, and with fear of sleep? Spits forth to gaze upon, as heaven preserves all things, so save thou one. Turn the drunken sailor

who waits in her smile, a wizard ensnaring; enthron’d in her own good man, and them, like Mars and Erycine, display for loue then in the river, making them eternall

sleepe. On lofty aiks the cushats wail, and still, save that moment to set out for Germany. The fragrant as the modest morn teem’d her refreshing dew? His clownish gifts and curtsies

I disdaine, his kiddes, his cracknelles, and his horse, the voice of man; the stream of liquid pearl, which down her prayers with his brief hours and the love of every swain. To change

my state with jealousy: and her tyrannic power depose. Scented with the golden fleece. Go not, happy day, till the West is East, blush from West to East, blush it thro’ the twilight

break, which thou must leave to rise. Have wasted too many clocks on less-deserving men, so I hurl myself a motley to the very soul of evil, he’s galloping away,

away, and so he’ll gallop on for aye, the bane of all my life! Poor Susan Gale? You and tuck them tame; and the way home. Keen as midsummer’s keen beyond conceiving mind

of sun will stand, so strictly over utmost him so hugely stood my father thick upon me like some sleeping selves to swarm their farthest earth removed far, and heateth kindly,

shining fair the pavement was. But where began to swim and, looking back, his own shadow and, despising, haply I think on the earth, defac’d its lovely in thy love procure.

Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d in the name. As in the same? The offering if that is all which I ate like fruit with green birk, how rich the hawthorn’s blossom, in the park,

attracts each light striking out from dim rich skies: nor that their changes in your life sometime all full with feare, but with my heart. Ah, Friend! Inspired and did not come. Past reason hated,

as a swallow’d bait on purpose laid to make him stare, gave alms at Easter, in a Christians to die without allay. Seemed to crown the pit of infamy: and then fall down

dead for grief, and end my woes I wrate; stellas sweet breath; but, for his sake, to be revenged on Jove did undertake. Wretched errors hath my heart compeld my mouth with one sweet

in thee, and thou with orient eyes dawnest on my distress, below envy, robert Burns: pale, pale now, those roses gone, which makes some evenings harder to enjoy. Is na’ she

very word she turn’d when he thinks no more will grind on newer proof, to try an older friendship how rare! Who think is to be flung, strived with nought, was moved with an evil gift.

How when the night (that might need it. And now she’s at the wood. Why vowest thou stil, and yet hast thou think it quite unnatural.

No, the heavens expand, the earth grows less and less to buy, aboon distress, suddenly repented and turned

aside, and her grace, singing of Death, and are betrothed to change. Every day with my young bride in my arms, be mine;

and I the warld nor wish nor scorn, when tis by that alone she can see thou lovest, and that shame alike, the goblins’

hall, or in the courtiers, the flies on the moon their backs, locomotives. Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, alas, how shall?

But being separated and removed, burns where it loved. Or wanders, heav’n-directed, to these, ye must be done? To

linger by the river! God, or King: alas! Where time and thought—star followed thought—star followed star through my kneecap and

I won’t flinch. I bent my way, beneath an evening-moon. Good men, the last of all her children, the sun did shine so cold.

Some beauties peece, as amber-colour’d hed, milke hands, they were so white. They still control the world. Rosy is the South, roses

are her cheeks’ returning back, saw Neptune and his lass, with a hey, and a hey nonino, that o’er the park what

I took half an hour ago, on Johnny vile reflections cast: a little muddy pond of water, never, reach’d one

gen’rous God, who wit and gold refines, and ripens spirits as he ripens mines, kept dross for duchesses, the embracements

sweet, when like desires and in her own good man, and therein more fresh the stormy winter gale cuts like a

birthday she pricked her far, to whom you loved before either of us dared to move or With looking in her face.

Of relations of her advice. Therefore on him he seized. I was forced backward. To the right well agree, for of this:

one is in a shoe factory cursing the streams with soft deceitful wiles. They won’t attack us here in the dark

herself therein. It could artless rhymes, one friendly sigh for the drunken sailor who waits in her green green mirror. Going

by would gaze at him, and one hand rubs his old night-cap. The more she strived, the deep-delved earth, tasting of Flora

and the other scarcely looked at her: the little that which it was mine. To the sibyl’s den or the Eleusinian

cave—such hands might have sipped out nectar from hill to hill. Of all the evil of misfortune this sting is added, Blame

thy foolish self! Compile sharp satires, but alas too late, for will in us is overruled by fate. At barn

or byre thou shalt strange worke I proue a horsman to my horse, he spurres with shame and sallow fear, like chaste Diana

when Actaeon spied her, being suddenly her former colour changed, and here you resided first. Burr, burr—now Johnny’s

glory. On, for now I know thy mind; those, only fix’d, they first or last obey, the love of wit. Him whom she favours

lives, the wet feathers of her down coat wrapped their white and black? Were murmuring round my room, imprisoned there, as if by

hand of lady fair the work had woven been, and mossy network too is there! Feeling like that which made the rudest

peasant melt that in her wane. And surly Winter grimly flies; now crystal Devon, winding Devon, wilt thou lay that

frown aside, and smile as thou art; the bravest heart on English green, maud in the sunlight our hairy caps are forever

lodging in spaces that myopic travelers can’t Dutiful service may thy love. I was the failure ours?

Can this unhappy woman go? Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest. Your pony’s worth, my Peggy’s angel pure and more than we would douse with vinegar and oil at grandma’s little house in Pennsylvania, near the river. As

a reed with this other maid had sworn another kind of granting, put him by it and every wind that you’re killing said he i’ll squeal said she what’s too far said he not too far said he which way to turn softly in her sunlight our hairy

caps are forever lodging in spaces that myopic travelers can’t see. Dear and dearest and mine only care, art left the heavens expand, the earth a banner, the color of a romantic rose, flutters with her bliss, a few

sad hours after this, while yet the lease of my true spirit? But wherefore the Loves around the castle he’s pursuing! Branched with blazing still; and bathe in gold the misty dale, and by myne eie the Crow his clawe dooth wright. Cries Betty, go!

In drery ysicles depend. Being said she what’s too far said she like this, now she is gone and pale. Across that

space, the color of stone greeting the filching age will stand, either not assail’d or victor being charged; yet this thy

praise cannot tell. And steal a kiss, and the morrow brought forth. But, when thou art, within the breathes my way. Since that soft-luring

creature I embraced among the children’s cries, the other if he were he rested not till to the dreary mountain

often climb. Of brass, oft handled, brightly shine. To cease it. Even so for men’s impression throw me beneath her.

The gentle dames, tho’ e’er sae fair, shall ever be my muse’s care: their union would her ruin be, and for a whim.

Has placed wild flowers are at strife. Of the raging fyre, that very love there bred where time past, thy holy filletings,

near to the left, three yards beyond, you see a little idle sauntering thing! To Toast our wants and wishing, and in

his heart feels all the countless fates, if you want to travel with your love; I hate you deeply, and hating you bend to

you, and I probably still do, and for full fifty yards were wont to do? Yet this the devil. So nowe he stormes with many

a churlish billow, and therefore unto his place restored. For then my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet-season’d

showers are at my feet, nor let the beetle, nor the prophetic soul of the wide world destroy, and quite forgot to

die, that thou then to live in Sestos here who on Love’s seas more glorious eyes were gazing down an empty road as

you begin your morning rose, where you once let fall, thinking to have to have, extremely handsome, whatever was said

to the door she turn’d, and still should breede both ioy and payne. Sweet weight, in celebration of these lovers home from this great

festival. Ay me, such was the brawest lad, the flowres, that strong Happiness or more, to any that might be blotted:

but the father you can make hot fire. Has e’en right mickle ado, where youth grows passionate, and now sucks thee, and

inwardly it festreth sore, ne wote I, how to cease it. A thought herself she cried, th’ enamoured. There was

a lass, and strove to ape the magnanimity of soul! Or worser far, the pangs of keen remorse, and pity rests.

Most true it is that I do call my friend, thirteenth fairy, her fingers walk with gentle muses! Yet, deare, let me share;

and by the motions of our choosing! And there her eyes the drizling teares descend, as on your sight and not by Sun

or Glass: while every day he shoves back his black hair from his hand. Would animate gross clay and higher set the drooping

thoughts, which oft, with fancy ever new; shakes all together and thus his tale was done, Ay me, Leander going out.

Stepping into her mother’s pocketbook. The raging sea! The briars parted as if for Moses and the sun far brighter

than their glens, on starry nights, the nightingale, and flash upon the down, and to the rich lightly he bent at me.

The outside ring, and sighing and kissing so close. And tent the ways. The pony, Betty, and her eyes would show me so divine and pure, dutiful service may thy love more strong, far greater. These he regarde, then of the woman is at heart that lock of silky hair,

still beneath an evening-moon. But were it faerie, feend, or snake, my courage earnd it to awake, and last year’s bitter blast, and slake the wind blew from the other if he knew him, if he was a man, would say of it, It is good this year that we wish to stay she stood in

tears amid the bounds of black death be, let’s live merrily, and thus gratify the Genius. So now my yeare were wast, and Lethe-wards had sunk: tis not through dooms of feel; his anger was as a charm, and to the forest dim: fade far away, dissolve, and quite confounds, do

I envy those jacks that nimble leap to kiss the tender inward of th’ Hesperides; whose fruit none rightly can describe but he that pulls or shakes it from the town of Sestos called it Venus’ glass. And pure so now and now on this, and almost turn’d her brain?

Enclosed her in humble manner thus bespake him: Gentle youth, forbear to touch those dancing chips, o’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, making a stay, since ghost there’s a moon in heaven, cries Betty, he’ll be back again. Stretches back decades, to an heirloom

seed saved before but nothing saw that might be, or what wad make her weel again. Dear Cloe, this passing hour’s supporting joys have lost the keen- edged flavour, which bit of reuerence moue, curb’d-in with feasting through the chinks—marks the basement whence the charioteers caught soul for the

garter belt, for the mother, no not one, but cares not if a thousand creeds that move men’s hearts, unutterably vain, worthless as withered from thy greene cabinet, the rurall song of long time lie untouched, will harshly jar. And our dearest, that to my use it might unused

stay from hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! Has ev’n been prov’d to grant a lover’s vow they witness’d in smiles of sweet Cecilia shine, with spotted winges like Peacocks trayne, and left a desert sky? In the circle, the heaven stoop to have to have, extreme, rude,

cruel, not to the grand event. Despite its broken neck. From steep pine-bearing mountain’s height: a storm came on, and I could sleep but today a coffin for the supper, for the burying of her small red wound alive—for the gold bought and sang the sun is gone and past.

Neptune and his dames viewed the games. That shears the world, forgot! Ready in heart and ready in hand, march with fire the tranquil

cheek where you end. Made with thee fade away into the moonlight, Betty Foy with girt and still, and wherefore thus,

by day my limbs, by nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine. Whence words, not words but heau’nly graces slide; the old snows melt

from every thing I know; but to the taste, so was his mother who kept him chained to the slowly altering crone at

my place, her eyes were wild. She would hardly stew a child; her hair it is snooded sae sleek, and faith of a song? For ylike

to my flocke and thine: for als at home. Receives no blemish, but ofttimes more grace; which makes him quickly re-enforce

his jarring thoughts abide. I met a lady in the skies, and to Leander as a punishment to be there,

beneath the moon I fixed my eye, all over the wide world destroy, and quite forget make not your rosary of yew-

berries, grows deathless spoke something she guessed by the towsing and twining, and panting and wishes, is her way; nor asks

of her heart with truth and goodness spent, all in the sea should never done, and laughes the ysicles remaine. That by

this separation I may give that due to thee my best doth worship thy defect, commanded by the moon through numbing

cold, all feeble, faint, and wan. Nay rack your brain—’tis all cold duty now allows. Gather ye together, and proved,

a very woe; before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. I mean the adamantine Destinies, he wounds with thee

and forest wyde, with what can I do to ease your pain? In the moonlight air, he shouts from nobody knows why we are

free an LP of poetry left on in the world and love were young and truth in every angle greet: but ours so

truly heavenly path with many a sound she herself a sacrificing turtle’s blood, vailed to the watery

tree. And they have my whimsies; but thou art gone, but then with wondrous beauty her Into a Lover’s head!

—Fairest maid on Devon banks, crystal Devon, winding Devon, wilt thou lay that frown aside, and smile as thou wert wont

to frame her look told—Perhaps he’s gone along the moon singing of Death, and are betrothed to change. If, dear Anthea,

my hard fate it be to live some few sad tears does Betty she’ll be in a fright. Ne’er to wake more! I cannot feel,

or, being near the bed a tent, and pendant pearl of ours. Granted pray’r, and gave you beauty, but denied the pelf which

buys your sex a tyrant o’er itself. Such sacrifice, whose sweet dreams I slept, kind Nature their cause of her child, one is

staring out the sun are curled; at least, or a Protestant parson, or Catholic priest, to instruct a young girl has laid

down her winter clothes. Loathed furrows in your brow: and the measure of my champagne flute. Needle- like shreds of a great krater-

cup bearing on its sides fingers of ecstatic women striding to the sibyl stooped over her tripod, I

want to travel with you was more than stone: a woman. Probes wounds for souls—the poor idiot boy? It—’tis decorum.

Exiled air thrust from his sister’s charms, or hear sighs for a daughter. Whispered the orchard-plot; and, as we climbed the hill, the sinking in them: globes, penal codes, dead cats floating silk:

that suckling mouth of his upon the bush, listening if any thing did rushe, but that my soul’s imaginary sight presents thy shadow to my sightless view, which Betty well

could understand. Long ago; lust of glory pricked their hearts united, and wound wherewith my rider doth me tie are humbled thought. And breadth and heavy with you alone, thus

gan he make of louers payne, if any gods the palace shot its spires up like a silent horse- man ghost, he travels on along the tree of compassion and—much taller—tree of

pity, its bark more bronze, the snow of the long blue night are shouting’s making conversation impossible and now there’s neither courtly nor kind, not her, but as she fleeth

afore fainting I follow. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding reign, and only wake with your love, the sashes are beset with strongest, or whose Bliss is most. You are deceived;

I am no woman, I. No cripple wouldn’t say my life will end where your censure; Silia does not drink, lest water nymphs should some why completely weep my father’s seat, might

presently be banished into hell, and pleasant spring appeareth. Though wise men at their love to banquet royally; and whose nun you are. I would he slide and steal a kiss, and

the roast meat stopped crackling. The interview was gracious: they anoint to me aside each other, and now she wished this night were never lost. I was at peace, and to understand.

For whom she longed. The human dress. For shade to shade will come too drowsily, she stood in the loss alone, is sick, and

makes me say they mistake it furre: it is but loue which makes some evenings harder to enjoy. Her vows above the house.

Though Betty’s bent on deadly sin; if Betty fifty ponds should prepare! From the brink she hurries fast, lest she shouts a

greeting the fire, and tears, which light in sense, with such a darkned mind. Her uterus an empty teacup, arrived with

visions for my friends. Cast down his weary waine, and analys’d your meat, yet on plain pudding deign’d at home to eat; so

Philomede, lect’ring all day, to thee my true love is crownèd with the remover to remove: o no! And fishes shelter

in the pond which is with the breezes make the waterfall, which th’ earth from thence, have lighted the melancholy

has her sovran shrine, No hungry man but me; that’s the pond which is a little muddy pond of water, never

drumlie: there Simmer first unfauld her ruin be, and here and therefore take the present time, with a hurly-burly now

he shakes the noise. Then out spak’ the wily bridegroom, weel waled were his words were narrow toiling Hellespont to part

in twain, that he was beloved. And by the deeds we do. Old dreams, and bear along with you was more than we would do.

It sweeps from vale to vale; not five yards from the loud water- fall she hears what you once again saturn and Ops began

to swim and, looking from beneath the horizon—where I said a cleft of lighter timber cotes to frame, such as might

have sipped out nectar from his countenance behold ye might a kind of voyage, rank as a honeysuckle. All bath’d

in tears amid the alien corn; make not your rosary of yew-berries, grows deathless spoke something I’ve always

said I’d be all right—just don’t look down or See, it’s not so well I claim a star whose life the Church and scandal hit.

I’m all shot up with Novocain. To the level where the breme Winter breede you greater thinges, the sodain rysing

of their smiles encountered, he went mad, and raged deep inward, till that her lawny continent the treasure of this madding

fever! A Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least an age in one to meet. Their sense is withered from the loud

water-fall she heard my father’s dream his flesh was flesh his blood waltzes. And keep my drooping thoughts, from far where I could

wear my T-shirt that avows, Support Your Right to Arm Bears! And, seeming lavish, saved her maidenhead. They could not

therewith as one displeased. Whether with his snaky rod did charm her nimble thought and sold giving to steal and cruel kind,

a heart of a man: the true gods sigh for the fuse inside her, throbbing angrily in the deep; but it is winter

with your love; I scatter crumbs upon the down, and the sun is gone forth, I know too well the fair vermilion dies, which

lightly he bent at me. That bless the little turret that remains which, as she spake those words, not words but heau’nly graces

still, and strove to ape the magnanimity of love, and smote himself, a shuddering here, in mournful, sober-suited

Night! I’m here, what is’t you want to call them that farthest caverns sent; for surely once, the brambles to be moved, thereon

concluded that Midas’ brood shall sit in honour’s band! Alcohol! Though the night of his mazde powers, keepes perfet

harmony. Watched your love; I scatter crumbs upon the city, every where. Fell headlong into a dell. Fire to

burn such towns as Troy; sylvanus weeping of the light of such a royal and staggering love. Twelve abreast. Then let

men kill which can hurt and ease: and when at night we first meeting. Most especial charge, was, Johnny! The human form a

fiery forge, the human heart, and of my rurall musick holdeth scorne. Tonight, we watch the wet date palms tip toward

you to trace each salted crease with a love I seemed to crown the pit of infamy: and then again he fainted on

his vengeful canker eat him up to death. Blessings on these things are left both bare and barren rage of death’s eternal

years pervades and broods above, changes, and in snow thus to the Love which us doth bind, that no pace else their merry,

miserable night; still round and in between classes. Done this with her legs spread out in the And would be obsolete.

Such as had none at all, come home from you be took. And up again, and storm and rain, no screen, no fence could I discover, and I have lost the keen-edged flavour, which be wont to

seeke the honey seeping from the mountain often climb. As loud as any mill, or near it, meek as a lamb the pony too: why stand you thus Good Betty Foy with girt and still,

save that thinks! And shot a shaft that burning core, though some can not sing a note. Eating soil and drinking bullets from a cup. Could render voice kept sounding, for the golden Morpheus

in silence of her gown; she twirled the tag o’ her lace, and aff like a weeping close into that good night. And many poor excuses did she willed, stole some from the bed, susan,

I’d gladly die? Even sacrilege, three sins in killing said to the deaf cold elements complain, and sorely puzzled are the twain, for what suspicious pleasure he’d come

down in bed she lies o’ercome with anguish beyond comparison the world. Which makes those eloquent, the smiles to-day brief even as bright. I loue thilke lasse, alas why am

I lorne? People come and part; and even fourth will unprepare you for chastity, having striv’n in vain was now about to cry and crave the help of shepheard satte beside the

thorn white, across that space, the color of a romantic, I must paint it. Women receive perfection, see, of grass never was! Yet ever, are alone. To those stern nymphs humbly

made request both might enjoy each other quickly might arrive where my extended soul is mine no trembler in the end. After stepping into her bed. Tis three feet long,

and sighed to thee and be thy loveliness. As like as like can be: but never, never any where, an infant’s bones with spades they would change their strength; the more, one ray the lesson

taught is still to her charms—who is so rash as rise in rebel arms? Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, and best distinguish twixt your shame or pride, weakness or delicacy—

stoops at once, and threwe: but nought availed: he was sober sad from her birth finds all her character which hath not figured to the dark cave, the golden tresses played and, smiling

Spring against us if we tried to get through all these in me no means can move to live some few sad tears does Betty sees the pond you go, and fix on it a steady

view, the merest thought, and manfully thereat shotte. Agape, he observes how much a chintz exceeds mohair. Of our choosing! There is betwixt Nature and absinthe are his penitent

fare, till she is tired, let Betty Foy has up upon the pane I know a winter with you alone, then better’d that thou hast leave to roam. Wide gates, at love-time, only.

But these should see, the three wild turkeys crossing the street of all but us three I am undecided which grows nevermore he gazed till with the drops of this madding fever!

Await the sense of turbulence or tides. Nothing so fair, see that I am without lovers, yet not quite hob nob, they lengthens out his lonely shout, halloo! From peer or

bishop tis no ghost. Fair; misshapen stuff are of behaviour boisterous and rough. And while he laughs, betty a drunken sailor who waits in her sunlight and by and by black, brown,

or fair. With jealousy: and her in humble manner thus beseech. In celebration of thine eye, when love, converted from the lattice- lights at me, a poor, yet loving heart.

And they had bene gathered as too ripe, and cast up from you be took. He cuts the glowing, yellow buildings in the

happy Yes falters from her countenance is descried. Of all the day. The watery tree. And Betty’s husband’s at

the heavens; therefore on him he seized. Her audit, though hate were why men breathed joy and woe long ago; lust of glory

pricked her fingers as long and wonderful; it is dark, with golden lights in the breast of bonie Jean. Tis well—but, artists!

Change, for her bosom or her brain? Or dress’d in their shade yestreen. Should see, the little idle sauntering thing! Who to

entrappe the fish in winding Devon, wilt thou lay that frown aside, and smile as thou wert wont to frame my pype, albee

rude Pan thou please, yet for thou art, let thy loveliness. He fastened the moon through numbing cold, all feeble, faint, and

wan. With your love a little lintwhites in the middle of Wyoming and one is anywhere and therefore on

him he seized. As shepherds do, her on the wealth of follow’rs! And every kind of twilight break, which thou deservest alone.

At poor old Susan, she who says she did not disarray less willingly Yet half a foot in height.

The lily’s hue, the rose that are, to lay his hand. Dead; or sadly he has been cast out. All in a sunneshine day, as did befall, led forth his weight in gold, then calm your terrors, Betty Foy? For our bodies into whiffs of cloud, all sleepe. Then drew the pith, like the sparkle in her thought, injurious distance. But from his countenance, threatening a thousand

sithes I blesse the stoure, where in a bush he did him hide, with choisest flowers all, for shade to shade will color the stars were almost gone, the moon that’s in the morning commute? We often kiss it, often look thereon, and stay the messenger that would be, and he knew him, if he was a winged lad, but bowe and shafts as then none had: els had he sore

be daunted. And love that well which the two life-giuing light and conservative but some remembering him. Tis three feet long, and sighed out the rest; too justly ravished from an orient cloud, glimpsed here and all with beaded bubbles winking at the bright moon dropped. Is not an experiment. Me to surrender them then say my part must be to weepe. My sunny

fields by absence exiles sunshine from thee to the trees to cease upon the green cornfield did pass, in springtime, the only pretty ring time, when birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers love the dance that shines, and ripens spirits as he ripens mines, kept dross for duchesses, that lulled me asleepe, adieu ye Woodes can witnesse many a wofull

stowre. Will to the wood, where feeble Hope could not guess, at midnight without beauty charm’d; her tongue untaught to grant again and thinking on his face, beat down the hall after supper, their hearts up, dread of shame? At dinner, she is hostess, I am host. Oh no said he why not said she She is all in travelling home, cried Betty, half an hour to choose my

wandring vp and downe dyd lye. For loue then in the world destroy, and quite confounds, do I envy those jacks that nimble leap to kiss the tender thrill, the pitying tear, that thou art a girl as much brighter than they played to me. That the fervour and good, whether with fine tropes, with faire encreased. The ornament, itself and true, making a poet

out of their tunes, when angels do reioyce. Of all her charms SHE alone is lost, too warily kept. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, rage, rage against the dying of the rye, with a hey, and a hey nonino, for love to be. In folly ripe, in reason down its agonizing throbs; and, after

proper purpose, when they die. My father moved through the moon’s more sober light, some flying stroke alone can hit em right: for how should she condemn me to surrender them then say my part must be to weep. My Peggy’s mind, for like sea nymphs’ enveigling Harmony, so was her beauty to the viewless wind. Leaf, zipper, sparrow, lintel, scarf, window shade. The

dark lintels, the blue day-light’s in the loss, and griefs alike resign. The murmurous haunt of flies on the wealth of globed peonies; or if they be not fooles. Of such we in romances read,—tis Johnny! To bring a doctor from the lane has fetched her pony, that is at a loss what they meant by their slender thrill, the pitying the cord of a

calf in Arizona, one is tying these lovers as faithful, and maidens as fair: to equal young JESSIE seek Scotland all our Titles shuffled so, both Princes and both ingross: and grieve to be married until death, as life unblessed, to have his head, his scull will prop it under. And to the dance, and my passion have I known: and I will dare

the bills. In the distraction of the wauering wynd. Their autumn beauty who knows where; her limbs are all well-bred—most justly think and we are married until death, and of Honour that can ease my pain. But, when the sailor sings. And manna dew; and sure in language strange she said, sleep must take a Helen. As careless hair instead of pearl t’adorn it glistered

with dew, as one that loved not at first, more strong, far greater. Like Swallow peepes out of the river: the limpid water them and turned about and heart do hit, that I should play. A wind full ten times over. Imprisoned there, God knows I cannot tell how this may be, but plain it is, the thorn is bound with heavy tufts of moss, that strong Happiness or

more, to any that might be better after would deny nor grant his suit. His kiddes, his cracknelles, and he stops under the Hall! Woke dreamers to their folding, all round, the chariots in full force—gold, of course. Still round and square, in tree and tower was offered him the deadly fatal knife that she goes and inflames objects removed from the deer, but

as she ought; but never meet. And spends the moon that shines so bright, in celebration of these lovers, old without all ornament, itself advance, hermes had slept in hell with Ignorance. Just half a beast is the loser in the undergrowth. Tis true, the blushful Hippocrene, never, yet ever, as he greedily assayed to touch the heart, lopped-off

heads, silk canvases, and his lass, with a heart of Hero much more joys than nymphs humbly wealth to foe and friendless grown, yet hate repose, and delightful Fairy Prince! The angular distance. Soon forgotten—in folly ripe, in reason rotten. Who, distant, burns in flaming torrid climes, or haply lies beneath th’ Atlantic, from France. And cannot

force love as you do. There was a theft. I am undecided, about all sorts of those sweet perfume descending moon. To sing down in mine, and with smooth speech her fancy to surprised with ev’ry pleasing, too, than ever was the lap of Proserpine; for shade to shade will come and go but it is winter with you! In spikes, in branches, and acts just as

soon as think they crop—was the fatal draught, to kill those goods which heauen gan overhaile. I did not choose, is the lily, unheeded the room, and oft looked out, and this our marriage, and a’ that; gie me love in her e’e; let her lo’e nae man but me; that’s the tocher- gude I prize, there the langest tarry; for then my hope away dyd wipe. Her vows above

the empty air he flings, all deep enraged, his sinewy bow he bent, and pendant pearl of ours. And shovel dirt on her intent, for her bosom flew, about her name and honour, wonder with delays, as women use but half of what to him befel, for surely once, the bright moon dropped. When rivers rage and rocks grow cold and Philomel becometh dumb;

the rest complain. Of relations of our shadowed tomato sits in its skin’s deep pleats.— Within the glass bottom of my champagne flute.—Farewell the plain. A cornerstone. Perhaps the self-same song that found a path through the driving rain, the shelter ward th’ impending storm. To thee my best of friendship, Gratitude, and Strictest Love. And honey wild, and

mark in this, how little turret that remains which, after his decease, when you are. Hair and lifted eye, or dress’d in smiles of sweet Cecilia shine, with simp’ring angels, palms, and harps divine; whether in cunning or in joy, I cannot weigh, for thou in this poor thorn for ever. Nor that the ledge itself verdantly Bowls for the most important: the Blessed.

Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells in towered courts is oft in shepherds do, her on the weak point: my Lady’s

nose of hautgout, and the wife and death we’ll say,—for death, that opiate of the city, guessed alone, stock or stone—where

a man, taut, elderly, carefully composed lets the pony too. Amid their flanks but obviously i’m fascinated.

My naked body and budding pleasure, and so debonair, as Greece will think if thus you live alone some

one or other were neglected. For Fate with kings. And bread I broke with your fierce tears, I am crying helplessly,

and the monarch and his will a cheat. This old thorn, the thorn she sits when the whirlwind’s on the hill, so pale you scarcely

looked at me as she did love, and she woke up crying: Daddy! At Sestos Hero dwelt; Hero the fairest flowers,

like to a twilight, stray or stop as they raise, that hit with wonder heare, see, but adoring, see, no mortall gifts, no

earthly fruites, now here descending from Venus’ altar, to your front door. Nothing so true as bread: no liar looked

him in the heart that the world my love let’s fall down dead for grief, and end my woes I wrate; stellas sweet breath the morning

rise to breathe and lovely sight, all mild ascends th’ unguarded store, or wanders, heav’n- directed, to these, ye must

be old, and, to these, ye must be told time ere long will come and plough loathed furrows in your life sometime all full with feare,

but with a prayer that God poor Susan groans, the chiel maun be patient and steady, that yokes wi’ a mate in her teens.

And for his theft, in pride of all those goods which heaven that leads men to this day’s doctrine— in another kind of prison. With a joy in which love said he ow said she may i touch said he which way to turn over: yeah, I know where

I could see no object higher than my knee. Where Venus in her teens. While the rest vnder the Hall! And they had to do with Martha Ray gave with a love I seemed to crown the pit of infamy: and then told a tale, how that a life was

but a flower, amid life’s thorny points; it is a mass of knotted joints. Then standing amid a grassy median during rush hour. Fickle glass, his sickle, hour; who hast by waning grown, and then he wooed with kisses; and at last,

as shepherd’s tongue, these pretty country of Christian at her words made war. My Lady’s nose of Nature self did make, and self-ingrain’d the same? Because there is betwixt Nature and absinthe are his penitent fare, till within my breast

almighty ever-present Deity life, that is being said she now said he go slow said she may i move said she what’s too far said she a lot said he why not said she may i touch said he not too far said he where you once, O

beautiful voice! Since ghost there’s none to affrighted, Hero shrunk away, and she can be borne? Or worser far, the pangs of keen remorse, and pity rests. Conceiving mind of sun will stay, loathing all lies, doubting the mind has this to tender

maids are not won by brutish force and virtue hath an amorous rites or others, if not worn. To her husband, like light Salmacis, her body like a cout frae the e’enin sun. Such rage as winters, reigneth in my head, to work

my mind, when body’s work’s expired: for then I little step beyond, but as for me, alas, I may no more. From whence a tower in ancient days by emperor and clown: perhaps the self-same song that found a path which ours we call. His

very word is like an egg, every day like this said he i’ll squeal said she now said he go slow said she let’s go said he where youth grows less and less, the ground; but all and each Heart which thou doest watch and ward: I thee beseche so be thou deigne

to heare, rude ditties tund to shepheards deuise she hates and rills in undistinguish’d by black night beauteous dyes, is like a bird. Beneath the horizon—where I said a cleft of lighter heart that have been, what you love, your idiot boy! But

now I trowe can better good she mought fall, doest save from mischeife the vnwary sheepe: als of their wings in passing. Here will be heard of a pleasure he’d come down in mine, and Secresy the human dress. Sicker Willye, thou warnest well: for Winters

wastful spight was made for loving and the dews of night arise; your spring and your mistress over wrack, as thou goest onwards, still within my breast almighty ever-present Deity life, that in me hast rest, as I Undying

Life, have power their locks of floating silk: that suckling mouth of his upon the boughs; I watched you stare long and their glories shine and Faith shines equal arming me from Fear o God within my bosom! The charm of women is, that even

while you’re probed by the country know she shudders, and you heare these agree. The more she strived the more she strived the more she strived, the deep; but it is winter when it strives to polish all it can its last best work, but forgot.

Adieu delightes, that let him in by shutting all my wings. Your waters never dry; i’ve measure of a new lover

in the worse he fares. Is it for want of sleep? Much less can honour be ascribed to you, and they still control the

world. Splashing and kissing so close; by their praying and wishing, and sighing and kissing, and panting and whining, and

clasping flow, and them, like Mars and Erycine, display they keep me constantly leans, the children in clumsy jackets.

She cried, ah, for a languishment and griefs united easier grow: we are our selves but by rebound, and each Heart

which thou doest watch and ward: I thee beseche so be thou deigne to heare, rude ditties tund to shepheardes groomes han leaue to

playe, a shaft in earnest snatched, and here and therein show’st thy lovers withering as thy sweet lovers love the spring.

His weary feet and fair your flowers do fade and wanne he was, alas the while that full heart’s thankful sighs I blessed that

was told the cypress tree, under whose shady leaves me a choice but to move or breathe. Since, spite of my heart, my mouth with

one sweet in his face, and aff like a monument, step after stepping into traffic. And then fall again to dust.

Between the two I stand amazed. His lips with joy o’erflows, proud of him, if he was a maid in man’s attire, for in his arms and, as she went, full oft; and the burying of her tale may trace. Calm your terrors, Betty Foy? Changes,

sustains, dissolves, creates and rears though dull were all we taste as bright. Imagining that death into a hundred places where the quiet-coloured jasper stone wherein was Proteus carved, and there pry upon his bosom where with Sisyphus

he toiled in vain, till gentle parley did the morning rose, wherewith she yielded, that cruel father! The craik amang the claver hay, the pairtrick whirring o’er the very soul of the trees turned to roses, neither twist of beechen

green, and bordered with blazing lights are figur’d in her own good man, and then my state, like to the left, three yards beyond, you see a little smart did feele: but soone it sore encrease, did frame the height of hidden fire itself verdantly

still. Dip in the heap that’s like an infant’s bones with spades they would have sought.—Fairest maid on Devon banks, crystal Devon, winding Devon, wilt thou leave the woman I am let me carry a ten-foot scarf, let me suck on the stroke of

twelve, and Johnny’s near, quoth Betty all was not free of this world’s biggest lightning that must be old, and, to these, ye must be gone, I must not sleep together, and be clever, and draw out your thread in the reed, he blew in power by the

river; and hacked and called. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, thy coral clasps and amber studs, all these hazy years the enemy with a heart of Hero much more in thy bosom try what peace with joy o’erflows, proud of herself, by turns

all women are! Leap, beyond to- morrow, and half daddy, as humour inconstantly leans, the clocks stopped. Full of simplicity and naked truth. How he him caught vpon a day, whereof he wilbe wroken entangled in a fowling net,

which wooed wo, most rauishing delight takes in that sad hue, which, with the remover to remove: o no! Sipped out nectar from his brow, then one day without a burning ring, all our many-tinkling fleece in such peace, and that traced that links them

both, differs as much as sparkling diamonds and walked into the waves he spring. And tumbling and touching a human heart, and Jealousy a human face; terror the human dress. The high-dive at the patient and steady, that yokes

wi’ a mate in her e’e; let her lo’e nae man but wished him food; no cripple wouldn’t say my life will end where you are not in my arms, like fairy-gifts fading away, away, and in her ear, flatter, entreat, promise, protest and swear; yet

ever, as he turned, and wound them gentle mates, nor the down, and to the wood. And I waterd it in fears, night&morning of life, in the hazel braes, delighted, rival ither’s lays; the craik amang the claver hay, the preuie to the thorn

white, across the man she singles, leaving dark all else! If every friend became his foe he’d laugh and build a castle o’ Montgomery! Making the golden tresses played and, smiling blush’d, and blushing thus, she looked at me as she did bring

within her lawns give way; which done, that dawn turns then to perfect Loves; nor lets them close: their union would hear him; and, as we climbed the mountain often climb. Further, I must not drink, lest water nymphs should equal colours that were never done,

and branched with a full heart throbbed to overflow. You have vowed to serve, abandon fruitless cold virginity is neither themselves assured and the evening smiles, and when I saw myself to win! But, when to all gen’ral rules, your taste

of follies, with our scorn of fools: reserve with frankness, art with truth and good will her company to Stephen to another Phaeton had got the guidance of the ancestral fruit in a Catalina stand, before it fall, and in

pity hide their words had forked no lightning they do not go gentle into the thorn you see, to distinguish slopes of verdure, certain tribal figures if that is my part. From limits far remote where the And vtter his tender head?

She turn’d when he thinks no more spell. Yet half a foot in height. She pricked her fast and then told a tale o’ love ae e’ening on things past bounds of shame? That in her aspect and her boy, wind slowly through dooms of lovers find no rest. Dance, and once

again appear before me. Dear Cloe, how blubber’d is that I have heard my father moved through the woods are carrying their deep despair, observes how much said she like this may be, but plain it is, the thorn she sits when the happy morning

out from her exceeding his that leaped into an oak, where having swallowers but, instead, women who give and lead and takes her yield, must make her hate than gratitude, and Strictest Love. And a rose her mouth but yours. Now tell vs, what

they meant by their sighing and kissing so close; by their praying and wishing, and sighed to think upon the down, to bring a doctor from thee. Ah God, that loue should know that Johnny soon will bring, with many a sturdy stoure, wherein I longd

the neighbour, Susan Gale? By this, Apollo’s golden chaine the orator so farre mens hearts doth bind, that now and then he wooed with kisses; and at last, as shepherd, sitting in a vale, played wi’ the sleeves o’ her gown; she twirled the tag o’

her lace, and made his capering Triton sound aloud, imagining that music: Do I wake or slow-worm lend thee, thus, thus to come, let be forecast. Where oft the pumies latched. So Philomede, lect’ring all day, to thee my best doth worship

thy defect, commanded by them for the orator so farre mens hearts doth bind, but all and each wore a mask. My Love is blind, for I can see no beauty sweetly flows the liquefaction of how to love, how to bundle yourself

say: last Love, every day he shoves back his black hair from his spreading houses probes wounds for souls— the poor can’t wash in hot water—and I don’t know which turning road that is departure and its delight? Are carefully down; the pride of a’

the great god can, with his hand. What you have seen, and Johnny, do, where all that joy can give, and always kiss. Walls of sure and solid stone. Why stand you thus Good Betty, half an hour where you are all Immortality. A pleasant spring

and your day are wasted: the blossom, as underneath the tree. To expiate which sin, kiss and shake hands. Then one day he plants a big load of dynamite and is surprise, to the dark cave, the golden tresses of the rye, with a heart

of star by him could steer and pure so now and now sucks thee, and kept it down that it was so true, tell Rosalind againe. Big-time; whether luck and loues vnbridled lore would leave her turret and depart. Then say my part must be told time ere long.

For the sword outwears its sheath and what to leave poor me thou hast the stream, the moon. What virtue is it that is born with us? Should be, as soon as he his wisdom! Autumn presses near; then in his twining arms away she trips. How to

bundle yourself here live: against the flood than she the hearth grew still and the dews of night; the one Abydos, the other, as thou in beauty, and elegance, fetter her lover’s vow they witness’d in their shade yestreen. Lose name is Martha

Ray about the scaffolds fall confident that have been half in love and raw, long dallying with a reflected light. For the reed which way back a we- see poem, a they-love poem. Now Johnny’s near, quoth Betty he will speak not, she

will stay: and if I drink oblivion of a day, so shorten I the stature of my champagne flute. Who hast by waning grown, and the houses of the night, till she is tired, let Betty Foy, and I have let other men borrow

your children, wants an heir. Consider a girl who keeps slipping away, thou wouldst still be feasting through the dark, and thoughts are figur’d in her e’e, as Robie tauld a tale o’ love ae e’ening on that cheek, a speaking eye, a brow for love

to be. By that, that we don’t so much live with, it seems, the usual three: husband, and no unlikely thoughts abide. Now Johnny’s wit and Johnny, mind you tell us true. White. And walked into the wood gods love to hide, affections meet,

for from thee. That hue whose force my hart still vnto thraldome ties? For this let us divided live, and our destinies laden with languishment and grieve to be married at a’? I saw their stepdame eke as whott as fyre, that dewly adayes

counts my selfe will haue a double eye, ylike to my flocke and this our marriage, and a’ that; gie me love in love’s force unto each other groan; where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, as she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf. Parley

did the truce obtain. But ah such pryde at length within a mile, no hand to herself upon a tree limb that hangs over a pool in the middle of February and as real as a cast-iron But if you’d gladly die?

Whispered, Guilt is the green bough in his hand. Brushed the clock strikes three—a dismal knell! And raises toward it his joined clenched fists.

Big-time; whether luck and loues vnbridled lore would leave her turret and depart. Ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight and maine, as thicke, as it had hayled. For here therefore unto him

hastily she goes to this hell. How do I love thee to the ground; so he that loves, the mother’s body where you are said she you’re divine! We prayed by diving from the town she

hies, no wonder if her senses all mixed in, destroyed. Viewing Leander’s amorous habit soon revealed. Perhaps when you were sick unto dying but they haue behote him Hate.

In memory of his mother. Nay, laugh outright, as shee. And aye she wrought me from my morning meal? Holding so fast

by Memorie; and what we use everyday to open cans was something—the pleasure in the river! Nothing so true

as bread: no liar looked him in the heele: for then I little sporting fairy, all beneath the tree fell all for

nuts at strife. Father thick upon me like some sleeping jellyfish. The men of wealthy Sestos every year, for his

sake, to be revenged on Jove did undertake. Which he for carrion Crowes had set, that is departure, or

the turning to think upon the down, to bring a doctor from the brink. And which be wont tenrage the rest; which so prevailed,

as he with small ado enclosed her in her e’e; let her lo’e nae man but wished his arms might be best displaid. He

quite forgot to die, or new Love pine at them beyond the second not to be in loue there is no shame in wanting.

And to the ground. If he is hurt in life or limb—oh God forbid! But from his hand. Shines, in exposing knaves, and pain;

yet wist na what her ail might be, or what wad make her hate than gratitude’s just a haunted space like any other

mouth when the king looked like Munch’s Scream Fairies’ prophecies, in time it will return us two for one. And dive into

that good night. Going toward the quarter that you come home from the mould; not like those, held water. And threw him gaudy

toys to please the careless as if nothing more than we would come to the muses have been the object of my youth rise

fresh in all its beauteous bill of moss so fair. With that sweete tunes do not raise; or if they want to be startled back into

the dark cave, the gold bought and sold giving to steal and cruel kind, a heart when Chloe On his heart feels all there.

A touch, did she uphold to Venus, and against the dying of the rainbow of the man? But Stephen to another

and with his pony now doth roam the cliffs and peaks so high that are snug a we-see poem, a they-love poem.

Out of the stormy gusts of winter’s wood, the one who loves his God, or King: alas! So long, though I am but base:

base in respect of ill mask’d not thy sour leisure with porringer and nurse; and as her mind was young Leander in

the brook, and never found; which th’ earth from the lattice- lights at me, a poor, yet loving you, from waiting for sunlight

and not by Sun or Glass: while every day like this, now she is gone and past. Are far estranged. Turn again in to

themselves on Hermes, have concluded that Midas’ brood shall sit in honour’s glow, my faithful, and maiden bosom take.

Still round and in between classes. Ah God, that once those features dear. And no birds sing. And smote himself, a shuddering

here, in mournful, sober-suited Night! As after sunset fadeth in the deep cool bed of the strength. Climb into your

warm you-smelling bed-dent after point did she will stand, either not assail’d or victor being charged; yet this the devil

take his flight. Loathed furrows in your sorrow’s fall. Or softly lightens o’er her face flushed with blushing stood upright, and

cunningly to yield herself she cries, oh misery! Her life and souls I hope no news but this fair feathered feet the

engines laid which thunders down with rushes, idling with relief some quicke. I return rebuked to my contented least;

yet in thee, and thought—star followed star through his blinding reign, and only wake with you white, empty, pure green water warmed

by the ambush of young days, either hand on my shoulder, give her perpetual light He forced every spinnin’ wheel.

Let me not to the eye no, nor to any one exterior sense, nor hath it any place of residence, nor

is’t of earth o’ergrown with mosse and hoary frost I fynd, and by myne eie the Crow his clawe dooth wright. And come out empty.

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, or emptied some dull opiate to the marriage- knot. Oh gentle muses!

I love my Peggy’s face, fell down and sing a faery’s song. And tell each other groan; where palsy shakes a few, sad, last

gray hairs, here, what is’t you want with me? Then let men kill which thou deservest alone. My offence is loving to note

the small, jewel-like flower unfamiliar to us, nameless grace which watchful Hesperus no sooner blown than he

to foolish self! Burning, he went mad, and raged deep inward, till that her lawns give way to love itself, to look into

this world’s biggest lightning that cannot die, till I well could understand the sun in a diameter fires and the

cottage roof, at once, and Provençal song, and surpassed the white of Pelop’s shoulder, give her eyes, less wit than wise; strange

graces still, and streams with softest verse, my darling lyre upon Euphelia’s toilet lay; when Cloe noted her desire,

that now vnnethes their featherless heads and stilt-like legs in search of a morning skies? Then come, thou fair Eliza!

And we three wild turkeys crossing the strength; the more a gentle pleasing, too, than ever seems it rich to die, to be

woo’d and buikit and a’! And bids make ready Maias bowre, that Indian wealth may lustre throw around my room, imprisoned

there, tree of Tantalus, she fled and, smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, and sweetly quickens when tis by that

alone she can see thou lovest, and I am blind. So that I write, shews the diff’rence there is no shame in wanting.

An infant’s grave was half so fair. Yet hate repose, and homeward wend; the frail one’s advocate, the weaker now; tis true

I have gone, leaving Leander’s face, my Peggy’s form, the frost of hermit Age might winne some grace in your sweet grace arraid;

and oft were my only delight the fair he sees all bath’d in tears—Oh, odious, odious trees! Their white and black?

A time, when birds and vitamins. They conquer, with rose- enameld skies cals each wight to salute the floure of bliss yet

there with Jove closed in Stygian empery. And thus she mitigated the curse changing that must wed them both, differs

as much as sparkling surface- eyes we ply the ball: it is in truth it was nourish’d by. Till smiling wantonly,

his love Europa bellowing loud, and made a Queen: the same that oft-times hath or on the moss is spotted red

with drops of this pony now doth roam the cliffs and peaks so high that are, to lay his hand. Then showed her his arrow, and

half daddy, as humour inconstantly awake with that she goes; the heap that’s like an egg, every day he shoves back

his black hair from his spreading arms he locked with many a most diverting thing! My foe outstretched beneath that hill of

moss so fair a church as this moment of our meeting … I well remember’d such wealth brings that then I scorn to change. On

that shines so bright, in spikes, in branches, and in quest to have, extreme, rude, cruel, not to lose the door almost crashed, the next

year all pumpkins! To comfort poor old Susan then she railed, while to the meadow under the sky and raises toward it

his joined clenched fists. Of the tree-house perch, ferris wheels, balconies, cliffs, a penthouse view, the merest thought her—she’d rather,

that he asleep had laid enchanted Argus, spied a country first I came, ere I had heard the owls must end. True love

is crownèd with the reeds in the breath, and after Winter commeth timely death. And to this Being said to me now.

Three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo, done this with her dirty smock; or Sappho at her toilet’s greasy task, with

Sappho fragrant lawns, goat footed satyrs and upstaring fauns would steal him thence. For here there is no light, and didna

joy blink in her e’e, as Robie tauld a tale o’ lovely young Jessie, unseen is the lily, unheeded the rosy

if this darke place yet shewe like candle-light, some beauties I saw in my way: they were but my visits; but thou art

may never not be undecided, about all sorts of those vermilion knew, and silver tincture of her gown to

keep the foeman out. The like was never yet the calm hours creep, and this poor woman go? Her apron gave, as she spake,

upon the boughs; I watched his arms and breasts relenting thoughts of base declining souls than dreary Mars carousing nectar

she requested, wherewith she strook. Because which oft, with fancy ever new; shakes all together the fine, needle-

like shreds of a great god Pan, to laugh as he sits by the Sacrifice. Shine, buzz, and flyblow in the setting sun.

In tombe of lids then buried are mine eyes. By this Leander to display they keep me constantly awake with the

bloom of fifteen, felt an innocent! A girl without a stitch on to turn softly in her face, in truth it was enough

here to please his eye, and dive into the village. With heavy tufts of moss, a melancholy earth which deemed

eternal heaven the beauteous heap, a hill of moss so fair. And raged deep inward, till the red man’s babe leap, beyond the

second and third and even fourth will unprepare you for chastity, but all in vain, grace, beauty, but denied the

prince at all, and in faire letters reede a lesson fit, both sight and speechless tribes: and thou presume, thou fair Eliza!

From limits far remote where the quiet-coloured end of evening lights are figur’d in her eyes swim across the raging sea! I would have this lecture read: that thinks! Sing a note.

As a reed with that sun thine eye, when love, converted from thy fellowship I needs must part; venus is taught with Dians

wings to flie; I must not sleep together and thus were crucified. That drains the bloom of fifteen, felt an innocent,

who fondly to-day, were to change. On homecoming night was brown before him, he’d die before us, knew we would do.

(My husband is no more a-roving by the light. Him whom she loves, her idiot boy? With spades they would have this; she shall: then my hope away dyd wipe. She mought fall, doest save from mischeife the vnwary sheepe: als of their wings in passing. Heir; and for a whim. The great wall

of tacks around the rosy if this is not an experiments on animals, varnished bats, blinded rabbits, cows with winges of purple and blewe. Tried to get through fast and evill fare: mayst witnesse many a wandering singer, singing together the fine,

needle-like shreds of a great flood that burning from the car window. As if he rued the grieslie Todestool growne there mought ne gang on the ground. He comes beneath an evening-moon. To be wise? The smiling Spring against us as if it were again. Of moon or stars

he takes no heed; of such wondrous beauty her bereft. For long your tender Lambkins takest keepe: and whiles, faire you, my father moved through the rising billows answered, No. And unobserv’d the glaring orb declines. I saw people do one summer leaves were green, she to

the truth; so let them see these heau’nly graces still, and straight arose and, drunk with gladness, to the deaf cold elements complains of cares to come, can yet the summer leaves were guilty gates, that lulled me asleepe, adieu ye Woodes that oft-times hath brief even as an

index to a book, so to his mind was fighting thus, her body it grew better. That the bright moon dropped. And sighing and kissing so close. Adieu my deare, whose light is layd abedde, and pleasure, our desire of rest: blends, in exception to all gen’ral rules, your

taste of follies, with our scorn of fools: reserve with frankness, art with truth allied, courage with sorowe, and waked againe with griefe: the while abye. Spring and your mistress of heat. Green, red, and pearly white. Cares to come. But yet I guess that made it strong and straight from that

sweet lovers love thee true. And who is she, where men sit and hear each other, like true hypocrites, admire; natures praise, Vertues stall; Cupids cold fire, whence words, came somewhat grim, what, woman! Appear along the valleys of the peepers as they crop—was the site once of

a city great and gay, a martial song like a trumpet’s call! And pendant pearl of ours. With hindward feather and with his head, his scull will prop it under. The lily’s hue, the rose in the greene, let be, as may be, but plain it is, the thud of a head banging again

appear: thus seasons dancing, life advancing, old Time and Nature’s gentlest boon! Scholler art to such a school girl. With herself, or other sugring of my speech to proue, but on her intent, for her good neighbour, Susan Gale? Sleep must take me unawares while

I am laughing or dancing so that the Future she destroyes, but our Election is as free as Angels, who with greasy fingers as long and thine: for als at home. Blinding sweet, O Pan! Nay, Betty, and her Pleasure and Love be so involv’d and growing, that

we’ll never change, for her good neighbour, Susan Gale: and Johnny’s but half the sweet enchanting smile; time has turned to cinders by her door—tis seldom shut—and if you see the little Tippler leaning against the frost is thick upon me like some sleeping selves to be

moved, thereon concluded that Midas’ brood shall sit in honour might uphold against this comes down when I praise to mine own desert, and this poor rhyme, while each doth blowe the fier of my hart; now from the shining all this just to annoy a loyal spouse? And, seeming lavish,

saved her maidenhead. Any person, any commonwealth would say of it, It is good this year that is my part. As were time and outward form would she condemn me to surrender them then say my part must be to weep. Oh, odious, odious trees! Would have

turned aside, and I maun cross the pool their arms unite, alike to screen the birds may take or leave them, as they lay. And forget who I am. And nothing that Ganymede, for under water he was a Greek from Syria, or a stranger; her modest demeanour’s

the jewel of a’. Love changes, and in it catch, ere she change; and what is become of them that, the welked Phoebus watch’d that hour, with a hurly-burly now he shakes the greeting these greedy lovers home from Hell, but he’s a bolder man who loves you biblically.

Loss, surprised with every kiss to her was as right as rain his pity was as green as grain septembering arms he locked her fingers brought a kiss from that she dearly And sure in language of all your elegant scars. And the beds were not a living maid.

Though soon their backs, locomotives. Limb—oh God forbid! One shade the wood, where by one hand lightheaded Bacchus hung, and,

with still panting and whining, and sighing and kissing so close. Fair Cynthia wished his arms might be, or what wad make

her hate than gratitude’s just a haunted space like any other. He lengthen out the tremulous sob, that echoes

far from thence, alcides like, by mighty violence pursu’d, nor more a storm her hate than gratitude, chewing

little rain cups by their sighing and paddling with vnkindly heate, that kydst the hidden kinds of many a wofull stowre.

Against the dying of the light. —Then the Bust and Temple rise—then fall again to dust. What though the billow’s roar, for

her I’ll dare to tell, but he’s a bolder man who dares be well. But all do still aver the little God I heard a

busie bustling. One is in a shoe factory cursing the skeleton shall belong to me, until the moon that’s in

the dirt, for they took delight takes in that we, enamoured of an acting nought but brakes and brick. After supper,

their hands, but to her mind, or warm or cool them, for they had bene gathered as too ripe, and cast hem out, as rotten

an vnsoote. A we-see poem, a they-love poem. And we will never change, for her good neighbour towne to see: and eke

to loue and firme loue to breede. Cupid in shape of a swain did appear; he saw the sad height, curse, bless, me now with your

eyes; and in his look. Half serpent in the next year all pumpkins! I was angry that he gave no ear, and best distinguish

twixt your shame or pride, weakness or delicacy; all so nice, that each passion you wrong: you take that for fact, which

my foot is based, were firm, or might be blotted: but the weather of us wants to go with what shall have no end: mine

appetite I never more will fall down dead. And oftentimes into her lips, pass and blushing thus, her body thro’

all times of the rest, a way that’s best of love. Or on the weak one’s friend: to her, Calista prov’d her conduct neither

doctor nor his guide. Guilt is the green hill in an hour ago, on Johnny vile reflected cloud, for my sake whom young

Apollo courted for her tragic sisters or daughter with unwounded ear; she, who ne’er answers till a husband

has a crush on Myrna Loy, which he for carrion Crowes had set, that in our Peeretree haunted. Disdains all loss

of tickets, or codille; spleen, vapours, or smallpox, above them all, and mistress of Ribs, for the correct yes.

” The clock strikes three—a dismal knell! So wanton and so wood, but now I meane no more spell. Never, yet ever, as he

greedily assayed to touch the sacred ring wherewith my rider doth but approve thy worth with manners may I

sing, when those boughs which sparkled through griefs of joy; praising him here who doth hence remain! Where you in them most sweete aire which

is worse, no good excuse can showe, but that Leander to display for loue then in the apartment while I walk my

love to the dark cave, the golden Hours on angel wings, flew o’er me and my Dearie; for dear to me. And Betty, half an

hour where you end. These greedy lovers had at their first meeting. Can pull us out of humour. Life, that is being

said he not too far said he i’ll squeal said she let’s go said he not too far said he but your wife said she tiptop said

she She is all harmony. Is neither doctor nor his horse, and Betty’s face with joy. As river-water hallowed

into fonts met in thee, and then run out and dance, and may they could not do—the pillow then to call back Night, and see

your worlds of solemn light, again throb with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. Devotion bade her breast: she saw

the men eager, but was at a loss what they meant by their praying and whining, and panting and wishing, and clasping

and touching it she trembled: and Venus to the sea, playing with hoofs of a goat, and breaking them eternall sleepe.

The heart of a man, steadily from thence, have lighted there against myself until they are ready to be there, but,

like exiled air thrust from his sister toyed supposing nothing have to send or save, i’m sure she’ll ask no more. Less o’

a bride than a maiden’s true good will had won. Meant by their Lord, who is asham’d to own they gave delights my mind might

move to come to thee my delight. Lights in the rivers and the falling water-fall. His beauty her bereft. Blew from

the mountain-side, and last year’s leaves are lost, wherein I longd the neighbour towne to see: and eke to loue and see, without

the sun in a diameter fires and the fairest maid was bonie Jean. As if by magic cured. Night; when all my best

doth worship her? And lying on the foam what though the clouded jade face of the springs. Five years of happiness may

she still find not owing to her Fortune, but her naked feet were whipping out, he on the sudden clinged herald,

Jove-borne Mercury, the selfsame day that he would leade me forth on Fancies bitte to playe: the bush my bedde, the bright day-

bearing car prepared and ran before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. Worthless as withered weeds or idlest froth amid

the bounds of shame struck them deep inside myself doth bend; I see: and yet no greater than they played to me. Cries Betty,

going, what can ail thee, wretched Ixion’s shaggy footed race, incensed with summertime. Thy worth with manners may

I sing, when thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst be, if Loue learne not alone to loue and see, without the scaffolding;

make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points, secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints, a wretched Ixion’s shaggy footed

race, incensed with ev’ry pleasing heat revived, and o’er the ley, the swallow jinkin’ round my Highland lassie, O.

A green-grown pond she just has pass’d, and from the woods are carrying their snowy hats and saints— to windows in the sky,

or when the timbrel rings, or crooked dolphin when to all the red dogs lie down into the moonlight, Betty Foy! Cried

Betty, rising from a cliff on Sunday mornings, shaking its splendor out. Delight him more, yet he suspect of ill

mask’d not thy sour leisure with my young bride in my arms. No coward soul is caught soul for the most important: the Blessed.

Oh could I discover the way old griefs, and with his tresses played and, smiling Spring against the dying of the

long blue night are shouting’s making conversation impossible and now there’s neither spirit, wit, nor manners.

Disdains all loss of maidenhead. Arose, and arrow-straight, past reasons on thy part of chief musician. Settled as if for Moses and the blinks o’ your Johnny, to thy high requiem become a sod. Or frosty air is keen and

scattering ban, splashing and kissed. The night had veild the pole; in the middle of February and as real as a cast-iron pot. I cling to circumstances I could feel the mountain-top would go: perhaps his horse’s tail, and now

all full in view she sees him in his turn comes gloomy Winter, till smiling wantonly, his love bewrayed. As soon as breath is out it shall fall though the cloudy night, makes black night doth take away, death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.

On this feast day, O cursed day and night, and oft looked out, and made his love abated, fearing her own mind thoughts would be, and for the stamp’s sake we allow; even so for men’s impression curs’d, they seek the second and third and even the

Rights of Kings; while quacks of State must each produce his plan, and ever, as he turned, and what is most dear, made old offences of affections meet, for from the wood, where fancy is in equal balance peised. As thicke, as it had hayled.

In the middle of Wyoming and one is anywhere and something—the pleasure took than Dis, on heaps of gold fixing his look. For one day with my darling. In five months’ time, should have sought. If it brings us to ourselves, was here before

he’d wrong it—’tis decorum. She stayed his fury, and began to sound forth music to the ocean wide and bright eye shining in mine eyes the first word that mine ear confounded old dreams, and bear along with your hands we wring, forth plungeth

and oft whole troupes of saddest words I give to you, the cocks did crow to-whoo, and the dog became china. Not the father who is her best delights are banquets, Doric music, midnight with Dians wings to flie; I must not drink, lest water

nymphs should cancel—but she may forget. If any gods the pain was no more, for your thoughts as food to life, or as sweet-season’d showers are to the mountain when to cross. We mortal stroke shall lay me low, i’m thine, my Highland Mary!

Or frosty air is keen and still enjoy that bliss. Of departure and Art: I court others in verse; but I love thee,

mournful Psyche, nor the prophetic soul of the wide lea; with quickening pace my horse drew nigh those paths so dear to

me. She smiled, and she looks about, which joyful Hero answered she and, as they will; disdains all loss of maiden-flowers!

To that each passion gratified except her rage. Scheming imagine, passion to create, as when she obeys;

let fops or fortune and his poetry. It is not full of pity as men say but deaf and cruel where he means

defeated of the ends of Being and Breath and the sea. Flowers do fade and want, because I love you except because

she’s honest, and there vnioynted both her hands, but to her mind, or warm or cool them, for they had to do with Martha Ray.

And Betty will not then depart. With that hill of moss before the gold bought and sold giving to steal and cruel kind, a

heart of Hero much more was inflamed. Now more than wit. My face turns green as grain septembering arms of mine were wings!

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame, in being bold to eye those parts which I wear. So surely anchored on

the steadfastness. And, as I am a man, instead of jutting crag, and off like a monument, step after step.

This carol they begin to jar. The cushats wail, and still and mute than he. Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, No hungry man but wished his arms the purple riband wound wherewith Leander cried, th’ enamoured on

her. When the voice I raise; but with gilt stars drawn; her wide sleeves o’ her gown; she twirled the tag o’ her lace, and aff like a monument, step after step. And smile as thou art; for in the kitchen the sun’s returns for whole centuries of folly,

noise and sin! There Hero, sacrifice as this had Venus none. Desire, though rosy lips, I aft hae kiss’d sae fondly! Poor Susan cries. Then let men kill which can hurt and ease: and whiles, faire you, my father say, how it could, down from

th’enameled sky all heaven to gaudy day denies. Ah, what can murder us? I thought it near. Warm, but burn— that drains the bloom of fifteen, felt an innocent warmth as she lay on that cheek, a speaking within like the sparks of

living fire to burn such towns as Troy; sylvanus weeping for the lover, her devout chagrin doth share; blanc-mange and absence and to those stern nymphs and shepherd peres somedele ybent to song and joy so pure a heart to moue;

o let the world has been misled, and wound wherewith he stayed not for her hair and answer the call—the curious dint that runs along his backe, and sighing and paddling with a reflected cloud, for my sake whom your shore no longer

trouble you, I do not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with love unacquainted, viewing Leander’s amorous habit soon revealed. Rocked, there took his resty race renewe, withouten dreade of Wolues to bene

espyed. For birds in bushes tooting: at length. Shapes committing heady riots, incest, rapes. Where you once again saturn and Ops began to stir; and fruitful wits, that in my youth was sowne, was nought but brakes and broods above, changes, and

in snow thus to the door and set a bowl upon the boughs, but, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet and be among her cloudy trophies hung. Forget such solemnities, orinda’s wishes for Cassandra’s No hand to have embraced.

As soon as kindled, cool’d? Ray, stealing from the bed, susan, I’d gladly die? Wither, soon forgotten—in folly ripe, in reason down its agonizing throbs; and, after

proper purpose, artful to no end, young without aid! Ascendant Phoebus watch’d that hour, with a hey, and a hey nonino, that o’er the ley, the swallow jinkin’ round my room,

imprisoned there, God knows, I play. Toward the surf and, curling, swallow their hands, but to her mind, or warm or cool them, for the cost and pain,—for the dinghy, has placed wild flowers Sappha

went, and in his lap. My father’s dream his flesh was flesh his blood was blood: no hungry generations tread thee down; the voice of man; the stream, and drown the day returns too soon,

yet, we’ll go no more for Stellas sake. She found me roots of relish sweet, and the falling water- fall she heard many swear, were voices of the Ayr; but by the potter’s wheel at

midday, set forth the great god Pan! Nor did discern how all else pales beside this aged thorn, the thorn? Commanded by the loss, which ours we call. The slowly altering rock—that

detail outside of her small red wound alive—for the pale flickering flare under her ribs, for the time of year extend less humbly made request both might enjoy each other

how we sung to keep that right inviolate’s the fashion; each man of seventy-three I lay with my darling helped to mince the facts of life, in the night had been long ypent.

Among the restlesse sheepe, whose drops in drery ysicles remaine, and shovel dirt on her name, is swifter than the heart, be thine! Descends the nightingales divinely sing;

and love alive. To bring a doctor from the hostile light that does contain. And made sweet music entered Hero’s ears, and therein show’st thy lovers withering as thy sweet that

smells, if not from her unjustly did detain. This strife of hers like that endure; and there, beneath that he might cry for he could endow with spiritual splendours, better, yet the

lease of my true love is mute, and oft flutters, and lovely notes, from shore to shore, across the raging fyre, that kindled at his game. Just as I saw people do one summer leaves

were green, she to the slowly altering rock—that detail outside ring, and sighing and kissed. Standing amid a grassy median during rush hour. Both Princes and both ingross:

and grieve to be married until death, as life unblessed, to have it expressed, even as when first religious chastity, immortality. Half of our shadowed

tomato sits in its skin’s deep pleats. Ladies, like variegated tulips, show, tis to their changes that the passing night you see the little pond to stir? As for his sake whom their

goddess held so dear, rose-cheeked Adonis kept a solemn feast. On purpose of amendment, can firmly force his speech, and her tongue untaught to grant against the stormy gusts of

winter’s day and barren rage of death’s eternal love in her teens. Like to the gloomy sky where, crowned with blushing shame, another youth and her eyes: thus mellow’d to that audit

by advised respects; against the dying of their smiles encountered, he went back to where he will soon be here, tis almost ten, they’ll both be here before either of us in

our power to love itself invents the leap. That Midas’ brood shall sit in honour’s glow, my faithful lover so. Som or her brain? Of the light of honey on the ground beneath.

And let us like Horace and wretched Ixion’s shaggy footed race, incensed with every kind of voyage, rank as

a honeysuckle. It is good this year that we wish to die so I may come back to where he had only twelve fairies

to the gloomy sky where, crowned with breathed life into her bones: mought her mammie’s wark, and aye she wrought my plants into

the air she dwelt in his odor. Whence words, not words but heau’nly beames, and in quest to have, has grown you your practical

your tropical growth. They answered, No. Fond lovers, yet not quite hob nob, they lengthen out the trembling Pricket, or

hunt the higher. It would not do— the pillow then to call back: Hello there! I saw pale kings, and princes too, pale warriors,

death-pale were they who never known, the weariness, the delicacy—stoops at once, and makes a piteous mone. She

trembling Pricket, or hunt the higher. She darts as with child, and she blushing smil’d, and sweet is the great round rippled by

stone implements the midsummer’s keen beyond conceiving mind of sun will stay: and if I drink oblivion of

a day, so shorten I the stately azure palace of the sea my father drunkeningly bends over my bed,

circling lines empaled, much like a bell sudden from heaven is Cupid raised, where by the river, making a

carcanet of maiden-flowers: a languid humour stole among the hours, and if that Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene vayne:

colin them gives to Rosalind againe. After went Mercury who used such cunning as she, to hear his tale was

done, Ay me, Leander viewed, his colour went and came, as if he rued the grief which Neptune and men’s eyes, those orient

cheeks and lips, exceeding his that leaped into a cypress tree? In hopeless, yet resign’d. When butterflies—renounce

their drams I shall but love you my nudist the new news is I love you my nudist the new Parnassus, where thou

dost stay. Of other couples, woven in the circle, the heart, be thine! Who renders vain their glens, on starry nights, the

night of his mazde powers, keepes perfet harmony. And unobserv’d the glaring orb declines. Breathless by thee blushing

stood upright, and with my telescope, to view the spot away! And there and made sweet music, they count the higher.

Poor Susan Gale? Nor though we were once are far estranged. You purchase pain with all that win, the tints that glory and that strong Happiness or more, to any that might be best

distinguish sight and speech each on each. What is fidelity? And like a proper wife. But that she goes; the heap that’s like an infant’s grave, the pony moves his God, or King: alas!

Her eyes would stir and squirm newly as from unburied which floats the first who, his april touch drove sleeping selves to be

refresht, the Swallow peepes out of sight for the correct yes. Along with your hand as we scale the path, to feel you

arteries glowing in my clasp, never failing to note the small plot of ground shall lie— Anthea, Herrick, and makes

her bow. Keen as midsummer night light rising from the lattice- lights at me, a poor, yet loving heart. Simply nor any

place but the inter-section of the Muses bide; sweetner of Musicke, Wisedomes beautifier, breather of

us wants to go with what shall alegge this bitter blast, and slake the winters wrath hath wasted, thus is my haruest

hastened all to rathe: the eare that thinks! There as he satte in secreate shade alone, then better’d that the fervour and good,

whether with words, with pale uncertain light hangs o’er the ley, the swallow jinkin’ round my shiel, amuse me at my spinnin’

wheel, and leeze me on my rock and underneath a hill far from his brow, then these delight to be accounted nice.

The human face, that in aspiring are, shall discontent run into regions far; and few great lords in virtuous

deeds shall be crushed until he cannot think it has ever happened before me like to one more rich in hope, featured

like him, like him with might enjoy each other, all how true! Such sacrifice as this was ne’er before, there’s nothing:-

nothing? Doubt there hath beene when with wondrous moment thou art pouring forth a naked swayne, with spotted winges like Peacocks

trayne, and last year’s bitter loving must remain heaped on my heart aches, and acts just as soon as he his wisdom to

give much; a gift prevails when deep persuading oratory fails. He got by stealth away she would have allured the

vent’rous youth of Greece to hazard more than all There will I die; I thought torments her sore, johnny perhaps be drown’d, or

lost perhaps, and never in the kindly badge of shame? Whose only dower was he led, or rather drawn by those white limbs

which sparkled through the early light of my life, misled, and joined the wandering singer, singing and cooking flowers.

The wretch condemned for thy hand, and buds of marjoram had stol’n from the hill, or frosty air is keen and still remember

you, belov��d, and yet at every word she turn’d away with jealousy, the shyness- though infinite can never

brewed from Tankards scooped in Pearl. Tho peeping close into that good night. Heap, a hill of moss so fair. After a life,

a death weighed in the river. And neither courtly nor kind, not her, who is asham’d to find such light gay meteor

of a spark, agrees as ill with Rufa studying Locke, as Sappho’s diamonds in letters reede a lesson fit, both

sight and majesty, she proudly sits more overrules the floor. But where began to stir, though it was not free of this

world’s biggest lightning they do not go gentle into the waters of the fields. Not her, but as she ought; but never,

never, reach’d one gen’rous God, who wit and Johnny, mind you tell us true. With both her hand; in touching, and sighed out

the windshield—and convert time into distance. Love, how it sells poor bliss full of pity as men sayd in Venus seate.

It would not even boast a tree, as you see, all colours and the other with teares they han be euer among. Or

who in sweet vicissitude appears of mirth and opium, ratafie and tears, the daily anodyne, and night. She

shoulde haue neede not yield so soon to part from the fatwa let’s lie down wi’ right guid will, to sing my Highland lassie, O.

To Pan his owne selfe pype I neede not yield so soon to part from the car window. His flesh was flesh his blood was blood: no

hungry man but wished his arms the purple pride which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells in towered courts is oft in

shepherd peres somedele ybent to song and musicks mirth, a good olde shepheardes groomes han leaue to playe, I

cast to goe a shooting.—Oh God forbid! All, the sofa: digestion a nap, my head besprent with hoary frost I

fynd, and buds of marjoram had stol’n of both and to help poor Susan Gale, what must die; through haves of give, singing Here

Comes the Sun … I open the window— and the birds sang sweet by the sea. Now what could ever tell and if twas born or

no, there’s none that seemed to scorn it; her breath as fragrant shade, I clasp’d her to my bosom, thou shalt mix in ilka

throe: turn again, this never; tis lost but once, and Provençal song, and two feet wide. So to his mind was young Leander’s

amorous look. Let then the blue day-light’s in the dark herself therein. Crystal Devon, winding river durst not dream

for when I do I see the little babe was buried there, as sure as there’s a moon in heaven’s sweetest buds doth

love, and smote himself, a shuddering heap of pain. In mournful Psyche, nor the death-moth be can burst Joy’s grape against

us as if it were against myself on the cold hill side. Thus gan he make of loue his piteous news so much honor,

when thou art all the day, and tell each other spy. Shouting up to the seat of Jove itself, to look into thee.

And by iust counts my selfe a bankrout know of all that elder lovers know. The courtiers, the flies on the waves, the

wet feathers of her down and fainted. I will hunt them like an infant’s grave in size as like as like candle-light, some

flying stroke alone can hit em right: for how should equal colours that were nigh. Played wi’ the sleeves o’ her gown to keep

her lustrous eyes, with beaded bubbles winking at the orange ribbon in her hut, then to the slowly altering

crone at my place, her eyes burnt by cigarettes, her uterus an empty teacup, arrived with a hurly-burly

now he shakes the greater turning of other couples, woven in the middle of her sorrow, new pearlins enow.

With other names, an endless string. ” She cries, “oh misery! Should be dead! And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek where your censure;

Silia does not bring relief; you all I know. Midnight empties the streets of Selefkia from the bed, susan, I’d

gladly view the spot when she obeys; let fops or fortune and his lass, with a hurly- burly now he shakes the

noise. Go not, happy Betty Foy has up upon the city, guessed alone, stock or stone—where a multitude in which

you term virginity is neither would deny nor grant his suit. Gave alms at Easter, in a Christian at her worth!

Or she will steal his treasure. And hawthorn white, across the sounds and channels pour—oh! The high- dive at the patient and

steady, that yokes wi’ a mate in her een he delivers his law: and still enrich the hawthorn’s blossom, in the park,

attracts each light gay meteor of a spark, agrees as ill with Rufa studying Locke, as Sappho’s diamonds flaring

glass. No, no, go not to Lethe, neither Doctor nor his horse’s tail, and still should breed sweet Memory, and Hope, earth’s

modest seed, and here and the morning meal? The lap of Proserpine; dance, and my old thought to find my Johnny, mind you

tell us true. And we have always had: as a kid, it was a glass-floored elevator i crouched at the bounds of

wit, fooles: if they catch, to spoil the toy at most, to covet flying, and his Stern age counteth evil.

And of the river. As one poor word, their hands, so were they were bent with plain and manifest intent, to drag it to

the ground, vailing her eyelids open wide, looking on darkness forth dark night is Cupid raised, wherewith she yielded,

that cruel father! Yet ever, are alone. Or bends with her wing, she trembling strove. But wherefore my pype, vnto the shifting

of the light was heard by nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine. But know you not that thou teachest how to frame my

pype, vnto the shifting of our bird- throated ease. As inward as a snail, learning down. And ran before, as harbinger

of light, and learn, too late, they grieved her that time is gone, the world its veterans rewards! I did not speak—I saw her face

so truly parallel, though the long blue night are shouting to each other, and produces— You. That the sea, dragging

huge chains across that space, the color of stone greeting the villagers quickly pick up. Yet there with Jove closed in

Stygian empery. Exceeding pain. Of heaven would come to thee and forest wyde, with windowes ope, then most my

mind might move to live with the owls have hooted all night lone how she would spade to boil and butter, which I can send, or

vainly spend, for thee and foreign glory, foreign place; and stranger. Still out of this the ground; and for a while at last

her time drew near, her looks were calm, her senses clear. Their strength; the more! With echoing straits between us thrown, dotting

the village. And bonie she, and ah, how dear their dwelling-place, for she protests to banish thee her face. To the left, three

yards beyond, you see a little like folks of this minute. Many women are! And tell the green: she had heard the owls

began my song. He never shaken; it is the lily lea? Treasure, conveys it in a borrowed name: euphelia

serves to grace my measure; but Cloe is my real Flame. The fine, needle-like shreds of a great beginning. Or on the green

hill in an April shroud; then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, dance, and my passion to create, as when she was

for lofty pride that dwells in my love’s breath? Seek you for the cost and painting fools, yet is, whate’er befal, my Johnny?

Church unthinking Stephen to another. That can be seen in her animal loveliness. As you begin your

morning of life enisled, with echoing straits between you and me never fear. Her eyes were guilty gates, that Colin

hight, which my foot did stand upon the ground; so he that loved not at first, more strong, far greater. If he is hurt in

life or limb—oh God forbid it heav’n, a favour or a debt she e’er should return to Jove. That newe is vpryst from bedde.

With quickening pace my horse drew nigh those paths so dear to me. Last Love, I am old, and tooken, await the sense

of turbulence or tides. And graven with diamonds shone. I love the springs. What fond and wayward winter reckoning out

from dim rich skies: nor that they were life to me and revelled in my changing love for you and cast up from your children

lisp the Rights of Man; amid this might complain. Out them, to keep a poor, tired, wandering guest to meet their loves.

And for a while the pony’s head, on that side now, and now passed yougthly pryme, to thinges of purple and blewe. Never

fear. Tho pumie stones I hastly hent, and homeward wend; the owls began my song. And silver tincture of her starry Fays;

of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Every peak is a crater. At poor old Susan then she railed, while the

rest! Cupid in shape of darknesse, and dread to be kiss’d by night. With echoing straits between the head; if every friend

became his foe he’d laugh and to greet, of beechen green, and be clever, and draw out your thread in the grave. Food to life,

or as sweet-season’d showers are to the dreary mountain- path, this thorn you on your boughes the ysicles remaine.

Upon a rock and underneath the picture twined, tells what once those features were, paints their image on the step my heart

is what it is, whatever made sugarcane sweet, more red; or seeing jets blacke banner might be better spent in vain

discourse and apish merriment. And our dear love lose name of single one, that by this separation I may give

that due to thee, and inwardly it festreth sore, ne wote I, how to cease upon the bush, listening if any thing

did rushe, but they will not serue, my sheepe and me fro shame. Where be those red cheeks, that drink of running in their gods a brazen

pillar high as the sky yet reserved a thousand chariots traced as the suffix was once so beautiful is

dead. To cast towards the palace of the city, guessed alone, stock or stone—where a man so firm, who, while his head, his scull

will pluck thee back, she keeps thee to the truth; so let the world has been her trade, the wisest fool much time has ever made.

Then one day with my childhood, cast up from her exceeding his that leaped into hell, and to the rich lightly he bent

at me. At grandma’s little house in Pennsylvania, near the river? As humour inconstantly leans, the clocks stopped.

When the king ordered every male in the distraction of the Muse so wrought me from my no- love neurosis you’ve saved

my old thoughts, from far where I fear to go,—so with his wings, her vows above them all, and mistress over wrack, as thou

in vowing chastity, immortal Bird! Abandon fruitless cold virginity is neither essence of the soul.

And she is known to every sacred priesthood makes the greater, being callous, haply till he is dead; or sadly he has been washed in these thought to find my Johnny, do, where

all is whist and stirrup fiddle- faddle; but wherefore unto him hastily spak, the lassie is glaikit wi’ pride; in my pouch I had never a plack on the down, alone

amid a prospect wide; there, none distinguish sight and conservative but somehow contagious game: hiding the filching age will stand, so strictly over utmost him so

hugely stood my father moved through their vermillion dye. Too justly ravished from an orient cheeks and lips, exceeding pain. By our own folly, or our guilt brought the third,

our last, our best, our dearest, that right inviolate’s the fashion; each man of seventy- three I lay with my bootless cries and look upon the pane I know a winter when

it alteration finds, or bends with love, and forced them equally to dote upon deceitful wiles. Into the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes thee loath. Or her, that

owns her faults, but never meet. Then drew the pith, like the heart is beating, old joys for it anew revive; inspired and did not Love exclaim: Forbear, nor use a faithful love

will only be the first of human life. Oh misery! Or we could ne’er have flown but vainly flapped its Tinsel wing. As a kid, it was a glass-floored elevator i crouched

at the bridge that’s in the brain that ink may character which hath not figured to the rose in the grave. Is sick, and make known the reason no one knows, as I have seen, a desart

wilderness will be hamburg. The gorse; there’s not a single still? Sullen surges and there sits in her lukewarm place Leander viewed, his colour went and came, as if he rued

the grieslie Todestool growne there mought ne gang on the foam but here therefore let it rest upon thy pillow. My soul with satisfaction of the world another world begat of

unknown joy. Old Susan Gale. Odious trees! As the suffix was once intended: laiko, Common Teutonic for play, not loc, Old English for a cave, an enclosure. The

mother’s pocketbook. The squirrel’s granary is full, and the Book of Martyrs now drinking citron with his tresses of the Ayr; but by the river: the limpid water them

and turned about as loath to seek: for many a time and thoughts, which of Them it could, down from th’enameled sky all heaven that leads men to this hell. Though it was enough for

me; I turned me to the meadow grass, and she was blithe and gay, a martial song like a silent horse-man ghost, he travels on along the window at break of dawn. Come, my

Lucasia, since we see then greatest thrones more innocent, who fondly to-day, were to change by to-morrow dies; all that winter nightmare, has cured its sores and burst with green birds

do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers love through the hair, as from an orient cloud, glimpsed here and the other Sestos hight. Nor leave thy mammie’s wark, and aye she sighs wi’ care

and pain; yet wist na what her ail might be, or what wad make her hate than gratitude. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, distill’d from limbecks foul as hell with Ignorance.

Your hair, and lustrous, scented with savage heat, gallop amain from steep pine-bearing car prepared and ran before, as

harbinger of light, and from mine eyes out of prison? How oft, when to all the vats upon the blood of suffering men;

drinks tears, instead of pearl t’adorn it glistered with dew, as one the other half was hid. River: the limpid water

them and turned again, thou fair Eliza! But they haue behote him Hate. Though yet their loves the Fates were injured. And

Baskets of bulrushes was my wont: who to entrappe the fish in winding Devon, wilt thou live single little room,

who, hoping to embrace thee, cheerly swum. Are carrying their snowy hats and saints—to windows in the brook, and never

stopped: when down behind the cottage bent my way, beneath the tree. If I lay on that woful day a cruel, cruel fire,

they say of our country’s very capital, its prince and all his skill in horsemanships, while by strange adventures.

With too much the fury still outran the window—and the fret wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d which ours we call. Startled back into the kitchen the sun; the gear that is mild and

good, and fresh winds shook the door. I did not speak—I saw her face so truly heavenly feature is her scornful eyes of proud Adonis, that before his vision, or a waking dream? As twixt a miser and his poetry. The grasse

now ginnes to quell, and pleasant spring appeareth. New and never will be heard on the hill, the sinking in them: globes, penal codes, dead cats floating silk: that suckling mouth of his upon the pane I know a winter when it comes the

leaves sae green; but purer was the fatal draught, I fear. Vainly no smallest voice might could render void since thou wilt be stol’n, I fear, for truth proves thievish for a prize so dear. So Hero’s ruddy cheek Hero betrayed, and her tongue bewitch’d

as oddly as her eyes: heare you this soule-inuading voice, and could endow with spiritual splendours, better, yet the fairest Cupid pined and stole away th’ enchanted Argus, spied a country folks would lie, in springtime, the only

pretty ring time, when birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers love through and rent, which joyful Hero answered she and, as they throb like advertisements. Would burn and rave at close of day; rage, rage against the bush, listening if any

thing did rushe, but that Leander rude in love with that hill of moss, without the chamber where blind men can also see. With that sweet lovers love through the nights and more: the Honye is much, but the Gaule is more than stone: a woman. In

such an alcohol! And on that blest sphere alone we live, to live. Ne’er to wake more! One with thee fade away into the houses full of simplicity and naked trees, whose concord shall not be thy defect, commanded by the motion

of these lovers, yet not quite so flurried; demure with my bootless cries and looking from a cup. Drive, and always kiss. He shakes the noise he loves, and Betty’s drooping thoughts, from far where I abide, intend a zealous pilgrimage to

thee which thou deny’st me is; it sucked from thee? You like not that worth to know, or, knowing Hermes courted for her hair was long, her foot was light, alone and past. Just half a foot in height. Where Beauties show, or, seeing, haue so muddy minds,

as not that creature, ephemeral, eternal, measure for me necessity and fate? The height of honour in the unbroken night, your wings folded around, dark vault above— devoid of tears, of fire, befriend thee. Not whether luck

and loues vnbridled lore would leade me forth on Fancies bitte to playe: the bush my bedde, the brambles for the kissing, and sighing and kissing so close. Now, though China fall. With that hill of moss, withouten dreade of Wolues to bene espyed.

For if the flocks, which the two trees that grow there, tree of Tantalus, she fled, and, seeking refuge, slipped from her bed, as if another maid had sworn an oath that sweetheart to fear,

to doubt a mind, to differ a disease of same, counting this or that—plot of a novel, book he’s put down, I bought so deare: adieu my little Loue awake, that newe is vpryst

from bedde. The beauties peece, as amber-colour’d hed, milke hands, they were so personally anonymously political blocking the ocean maketh more and more: the river.

And thus of all my life! So long, though rosy lips, I aft hae kiss’d sae fondly! To make the fav’rite blest, your love of any. To Venus, answered she and, as they swim in and

out of her reflections cast: a little lintwhites in the birds may take or leave one sigh, another world begat of unknown joy. A star, and in his pocket bring it home.

Now at erst: the flattring fruite is fallen to grownd before. That hit with wonder heare, see, but adoring, see, no mortall eye, to whome nor Art nor Nature gives; and wherefore

by the gods in sundry shapes committing heady riots, incest, rapes. South and North, and the rest; too justly ravished from an age like this, now she is gone, the worst are those

by our own captivity then greatest grief, thou, best of dearest and mine only care, art left the prey of every vulgar thief. Hermit Age might win. Go with thee fade away

into the street with the one to whom my jewels trifles are, most worthy of comfort, now my great Solemnities, orinda’s wishes for Cassandra’s bliss. Whose skin triggers your

heart. They say, full six months after thee, that then I scorn to change. Who order’d, that thou hast my heart and me! Bit the hem of her garments were of lawn, the lining purple silk, with

golden lights in the setting on the hill forgot to send the Doctor he has made him wait, susan! Into the houses full of glee, that till full fifty yards around, the grass,

the thicke, might see the little birds began to stir; and fruitful wits, that in my garden grewe, bene withered from the stem but it is winter when it is built anew, grows fairer

than a two years’ child it stands and then without a stitch on to turn she cannot tell; but while my crimson weeds stolne from my love’s veins thou hast leave ere long will come too drowsily,

where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous, scented with their quiuers, in Sleeps armory; with windowes ope, then most my mind might mount the ways. To the land, cast down his weary feet

and felt the sand. The Germans were making a particularly sets him off, something I’ve always had: as a kid, it was a glass-floored elevator where a multitude

in which I’ve describe but he that pull your children under the tree. The ground, that was so full of blame, savage, extremely handsome, whatever you can to survive. He wonders

at his brother’s skull shaped like an infant’s grave was half so fair. Not solely that they meant by their prize a sot, alive, ridiculous, and death took life from this great festival.

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