#Susan Hoare

[gogmstuff]

Susan, Mrs. Henry Hoare by William Hoare of Bath (auctioned by Sotheby's). From their Web site; navigation marks and a few spots in the background removed with Photoshop 1595X2077.

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: We Do What We Can (2.11, LWT, 1972)

"I have to be careful."

"You're big and ugly enough to look after yourself."

"Not with this little firm I'm not."

"Which firm?"

"Jimmy Sutton's. He don't believe in straighteners. Goes in for surgery."

"Surgery?"

"Amputation with a sawn-off shotgun."

"Ah. Well, you can always apply for a claim at the Criminal Injuries Board."

"I wouldn't have a leg to stand on, would I?"

[witchyfashion]

SHORTLISTED FOR THE PEN ACKERLEY PRIZE 2020

‘A uniquely strange and wonderful work of literature’ Philip Hoare

‘An exciting new voice’ Mark Cocker, author of Crow Country

In his late thirties, Edward Parnell found himself trapped in the recurring nightmare of a family tragedy. For comfort, he turned to his bookshelves, back to the ghost stories that obsessed him as a boy, and to the writers through the ages who have attempted to confront what comes after death.

In Ghostland, Parnell goes in search of the ‘sequestered places’ of the British Isles, our lonely moors, our moss-covered cemeteries, our stark shores and our folkloric woodlands. He explores how these landscapes conjured and shaped a kaleidoscopic spectrum of literature and cinema, from the ghost stories and weird fiction of M. R. James, Arthur Machen and Algernon Blackwood to the children’s fantasy novels of Alan Garner and Susan Cooper; from W. G. Sebald’s The Rings of Saturn and Graham Swift’s Waterland to the archetypal ‘folk horror’ film The Wicker Man…

Ghostland is Parnell’s moving exploration of what has haunted our writers and artists – and what is haunting him. It is a unique and elegiac meditation on grief, memory and longing, and of the redemptive power of stories and nature.

https://amzn.to/3EZk2of

[libidomechanica]

“Our Ida heart”

The Hermes, hast not more fruit there.     “Most Women have stroke, life. He wander mouth, and the bark o’     yon rotten all thy love, all whisperingly, but spare you.     The cause embrace may have done as the steps of Nature, she     shoulders bare. For what other

fled from wait, susan, she said,     from elsewhere! Her fearful steps of these are about. Clay take     my own Blood fell in vain for her toilet’s greasy thing. A     light o’clock,—a clear; tlot- tlot, in embalmed evening ray that     seem’d, sweet it, with such

disparity as is twixt your bring     fear no fate for your mother’s train of doves in the village     church, and so thick, for that’s the Ear of Heaven with thine own     selfe I needs must that lived and lie, so ready with thou didn’t     just not through verdure, then

assum’d, as never blisse, who even     as ye: and by the two more to spare, to see a plague     ’bove scope, more than ours, but for breast, but, in purple is now     come to me, for house. To draw them and their require found     the thinks! No thou among

the sting for you almost has he     ground, and aspire to drown has my thoughtful tale pursuing!     Wood shoes as well might eyes, accomplice of yore. I would ride.     Thy delights that wronged it, and then with her silver bow, with     bright gay meteor on

spring dim he would hardly he     entered through to be alone like a broke a genial warmth,     her idiot boy? And I hold with words: nor dare not grief;     for trust their pattern to lament to a coarser place of     his Discourse untainted

down they mournful rise among bird’s     careless for a debt she e’er her weakness, and I, who dwell;     the down to blame, He roses for so their pleasure! Between     the cottage fade like was mountains hoar the fair brow, nor winks     that he measure the throw

around therefore I knew what taste,     while you so that then? When my mind at my darlin’. And was     a lament what could inhabit on a still voiceless     omissions find; in worth thy nervous verse than thou sing, her for     merit at the cool hours,

and pleasure: but take the fountain     sideways, pitying as before. Our Ida heart. It is     soon absolvèd; if to love doth water. She story I am     cunnin’, sae ye wi anither cease to the snow is     seen the stars, sun, his head,

by secret troth and Satyrs knelt     on one,—and press the saddle set; opening in loops like     her chills and her, and great Juno goes far. Painting phantoms     of other secure found her head. Darling are should lend out,     cajoled by things break from

sound, and scorn to single souls unlike—     it seemed like tyrant said? She spoke The Sage would fain was     I using it to be at charm of earlier thanks, that     lays; the bowers bold Love’s father off, and the brighter eyes     o’erflowing orb declines.

Fade falser self and straught, and she     third errand see a glorious train: the garden came behind     seen but not a single soul! Over the closed eyes,     accomplish thy bright forking the speed of the like some love be     seen, and good, when he came—

and Ausemán—the Head once,     inviolably true, and can hit em right back again, and now     she single break; till he be not as brittle King Cheek,—upon     the pinch of wedded in love, and good! Love, thou leaves unseen     she knock again, and

unruffled cage of thy frown. When     with too much as that, womanhood. That her tradesman once     comes thee down like to the daisies round are up—she said, My     name is quickness, prouder as he green, and suddenly, that     I shall she becomes to

sing my Highland lips! Pain, for who’s     so true calm. Or wise doubt, in sunshine, but every word she     ground, and boy, you have been her eyes in tortured eye, if the     Bust and far into the world’s releasing, while the brook, with     disdains all. Him whom she

looks o’er his wisdom his voice I     held an eye that we see, but coming mute, and, relaxing,     with her beames, taking; thinke, this bustle, Betty, he’ll gallop     on for some please, but a fool would your most, when the soft     feet. On tiptoe seem to

the world for beauty, so he rest.     For eleven; tis silent form, dost possessing nurse, the     time, dying day. And trust to me now had largely given     back over then no longer and silent light, and heels to     endear’d, but a breathe a

sugred lies turning like-hat     relation. Were I go, she storm he live: but cannot chuse but     put on the melancholy eyes, and she thatch mine happy     in a hurry. But sings. On waterfall, or in the earth     do find that are the centre-

bits grind on the doctor from     loving shadow of the accomplish’d unseen, she rose; the     restored; nor asks of Maud; I play’d with a daughter, my sinful     ear in one hands, and weep; is it peace, and alum and     discouer whether the palace

at our misgivings. When hurt     and had a mother woman’s life supplied, beginning to     be alone in the soft hand in the sun, his will die of     love and gold Expression burns with potent spell.     That Dervish-dances turned.

[wankerwatch]

Commons Vote

On: Opposition Day: Farming and food security

Ayes: 187 (55.9% Con, 34.9% LD, 2.7% DUP, 2.7% Ind, 2.2% PC, 0.5% RUK, 0.5% UUP, 0.5% TUV) Noes: 359 (98.6% Lab, 1.4% Ind) Absent: ~104

Day's business papers: 2024-10-08

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Conservative (104 votes)

Alan Mak Alberto Costa Alec Shelbrooke Alex Burghart Alicia Kearns Alison Griffiths Andrew Bowie Andrew Griffith Andrew Mitchell Andrew Murrison Andrew Snowden Aphra Brandreth Ashley Fox Ben Obese-Jecty Ben Spencer Bernard Jenkin Blake Stephenson Bob Blackman Bradley Thomas Caroline Johnson Charlie Dewhirst Chris Philp Christopher Chope Claire Coutinho Damian Hinds Danny Kruger David Davis David Reed David Simmonds Desmond Swayne Edward Argar Edward Leigh Gagan Mohindra Gareth Bacon Gavin Williamson Geoffrey Clifton-Brown Geoffrey Cox George Freeman Graham Stuart Greg Smith Gregory Stafford Harriet Cross Harriett Baldwin Helen Grant Helen Whately Iain Duncan Smith Jack Rankin James Cartlidge James Cleverly James Wild Jeremy Hunt Jeremy Wright Jerome Mayhew Jesse Norman Joe Robertson John Cooper John Glen John Hayes John Lamont John Whittingdale Joy Morrissey Julia Lopez Julian Lewis Katie Lam Kemi Badenoch Kevin Hollinrake Kit Malthouse Laura Trott Lewis Cocking Lincoln Jopp Luke Evans Mark Garnier Martin Vickers Matt Vickers Mel Stride Mims Davies Neil Hudson Neil O'Brien Neil Shastri-Hurst Nick Timothy Nigel Huddleston Oliver Dowden Patrick Spencer Paul Holmes Peter Bedford Peter Fortune Rebecca Harris Rebecca Paul Rebecca Smith Richard Fuller Richard Holden Robbie Moore Robert Jenrick Roger Gale Saqib Bhatti Sarah Bool Shivani Raja Simon Hoare Steve Barclay Stuart Anderson Stuart Andrew Suella Braverman Victoria Atkins Wendy Morton

Liberal Democrat (65 votes)

Adam Dance Al Pinkerton Alison Bennett Andrew George Angus MacDonald Anna Sabine Ben Maguire Bobby Dean Brian Mathew Calum Miller Cameron Thomas Caroline Voaden Charlie Maynard Charlotte Cane Chris Coghlan Christine Jardine Claire Young Clive Jones Daisy Cooper Danny Chambers David Chadwick Ed Davey Edward Morello Freddie van Mierlo Gideon Amos Helen Maguire Helen Morgan Ian Roome Ian Sollom James MacCleary John Milne Josh Babarinde Joshua Reynolds Layla Moran Lee Dillon Lisa Smart Liz Jarvis Luke Taylor Manuela Perteghella Marie Goldman Martin Wrigley Max Wilkinson Mike Martin Monica Harding Munira Wilson Olly Glover Paul Kohler Pippa Heylings Rachel Gilmour Richard Foord Sarah Gibson Sarah Green Sarah Olney Steve Darling Susan Murray Tessa Munt Tim Farron Tom Gordon Tom Morrison Victoria Collins Vikki Slade Wendy Chamberlain Wera Hobhouse Will Forster Zöe Franklin

Democratic Unionist Party (5 votes)

Carla Lockhart Gavin Robinson Gregory Campbell Jim Shannon Sammy Wilson

Independent (5 votes)

Adnan Hussain Alex Easton Ayoub Khan Iqbal Mohamed Shockat Adam

Plaid Cymru (4 votes)

Ann Davies Ben Lake Liz Saville Roberts Llinos Medi

Reform UK (1 vote)

Richard Tice

Ulster Unionist Party (1 vote)

Robin Swann

Traditional Unionist Voice (1 vote)

Jim Allister

Noes

Labour (351 votes)

Abena Oppong-Asare Abtisam Mohamed Adam Jogee Adam Thompson Afzal Khan Al Carns Alan Campbell Alan Gemmell Alan Strickland Alex Baker Alex Ballinger Alex Barros-Curtis Alex Davies-Jones Alex Mayer Alex McIntyre Alex Norris Alice Macdonald Alison Hume Alison Taylor Alistair Strathern Allison Gardner Amanda Hack Amanda Martin Andrew Cooper Andrew Gwynne Andrew Lewin Andrew Pakes Andrew Ranger Andy MacNae Andy McDonald Andy Slaughter Angela Eagle Angela Rayner Anna Dixon Anna Gelderd Anna McMorrin Anna Turley Anneliese Midgley Antonia Bance Ashley Dalton Baggy Shanker Bambos Charalambous Barry Gardiner Bayo Alaba Beccy Cooper Becky Gittins Ben Coleman Ben Goldsborough Bill Esterson Blair McDougall Brian Leishman Callum Anderson Calvin Bailey Cat Eccles Cat Smith Catherine Atkinson Catherine Fookes Catherine McKinnell Catherine West Charlotte Nichols Chris Bloore Chris Bryant Chris Curtis Chris Elmore Chris Hinchliff Chris Kane Chris McDonald Chris Murray Chris Vince Chris Ward Chris Webb Christian Wakeford Claire Hazelgrove Claire Hughes Clive Efford Clive Lewis Connor Naismith Connor Rand Damien Egan Dan Carden Dan Jarvis Dan Norris Daniel Francis Daniel Zeichner Danny Beales Darren Jones Darren Paffey Dave Robertson David Baines David Burton-Sampson David Pinto-Duschinsky David Smith David Taylor David Williams Debbie Abrahams Deirdre Costigan Derek Twigg Diana Johnson Douglas Alexander Douglas McAllister Elaine Stewart Ellie Reeves Elsie Blundell Emily Darlington Emily Thornberry Emma Foody Emma Hardy Emma Lewell-Buck Euan Stainbank Fabian Hamilton Feryal Clark Fleur Anderson Florence Eshalomi Frank McNally Fred Thomas Gareth Snell Gareth Thomas Georgia Gould Gerald Jones Gill Furniss Gill German Gordon McKee Graham Stringer Grahame Morris Gregor Poynton Gurinder Singh Josan Hamish Falconer Harpreet Uppal Heidi Alexander Helen Hayes Helena Dollimore Henry Tufnell Hilary Benn Ian Lavery Imogen Walker Irene Campbell Jack Abbott Jacob Collier Jade Botterill Jake Richards James Frith James Murray James Naish Janet Daby Jas Athwal Jayne Kirkham Jeevun Sandher Jeff Smith Jen Craft Jenny Riddell-Carpenter Jess Asato Jess Phillips Jessica Morden Jessica Toale Jim Dickson Jim McMahon Jo Platt Jo Stevens Jo White Joani Reid Jodie Gosling Joe Morris Joe Powell Johanna Baxter John Grady John Slinger John Whitby Jon Pearce Jonathan Brash Jonathan Davies Jonathan Hinder Josh Dean Josh Fenton-Glynn Josh MacAlister Josh Newbury Josh Simons Julia Buckley Julie Minns Juliet Campbell Kanishka Narayan Karin Smyth Karl Turner Kate Dearden Kate Osamor Kate Osborne Katie White Katrina Murray Kenneth Stevenson Kevin Bonavia Kevin McKenna Kim Johnson Kim Leadbeater Kirith Entwistle Kirsteen Sullivan Kirsty McNeill Laura Kyrke-Smith Lauren Edwards Laurence Turner Lee Barron Lee Pitcher Leigh Ingham Lewis Atkinson Liam Conlon Lilian Greenwood Lillian Jones Linsey Farnsworth Liz Twist Lizzi Collinge Lloyd Hatton Lola McEvoy Lorraine Beavers Louise Jones Lucy Powell Lucy Rigby Luke Akehurst Luke Charters Luke Murphy Luke Myer Luke Pollard Margaret Mullane Marie Rimmer Marie Tidball Mark Ferguson Mark Hendrick Mark Sewards Mark Tami Markus Campbell-Savours Marsha De Cordova Martin McCluskey Martin Rhodes Mary Creagh Mary Glindon Mary Kelly Foy Matt Bishop Matt Rodda Matt Turmaine Matt Western Matthew Patrick Matthew Pennycook Maureen Burke Maya Ellis Meg Hillier Melanie Onn Melanie Ward Michael Payne Michael Shanks Michael Wheeler Michelle Welsh Mike Amesbury Mike Kane Mike Reader Mike Tapp Mohammad Yasin Nadia Whittome Natalie Fleet Natasha Irons Naushabah Khan Navendu Mishra Naz Shah Neil Coyle Neil Duncan-Jordan Nesil Caliskan Nia Griffith Nicholas Dakin Nick Smith Nick Thomas-Symonds Noah Law Oliver Ryan Olivia Bailey Olivia Blake Pam Cox Pamela Nash Pat McFadden Patricia Ferguson Patrick Hurley Paul Davies Paul Foster Paul Waugh Paula Barker Paulette Hamilton Perran Moon Peter Dowd Peter Lamb Peter Prinsley Peter Swallow Phil Brickell Preet Kaur Gill Rachael Maskell Rachel Blake Rachel Hopkins Rachel Taylor Richard Baker Richard Quigley

Rosie Wrighting Rupa Huq Ruth Cadbury Ruth Jones Sadik Al-Hassan Sally Jameson Sam Carling Sam Rushworth Samantha Niblett Sarah Coombes Sarah Edwards Sarah Hall Sarah Owen Sarah Russell Sarah Sackman Sarah Smith Satvir Kaur Scott Arthur Sean Woodcock Seema Malhotra Sharon Hodgson Shaun Davies Simon Opher Siobhain McDonagh Sojan Joseph Sonia Kumar Stella Creasy Stephanie Peacock Stephen Doughty Stephen Kinnock Stephen Morgan Stephen Timms Steve Race Steve Reed Steve Witherden Steve Yemm Sureena Brackenridge Tahir Ali Taiwo Owatemi Tanmanjeet Singh Dhesi Terry Jermy Tim Roca Toby Perkins Tom Hayes Tom Rutland Tonia Antoniazzi Tony Vaughan Torsten Bell Tracy Gilbert Tristan Osborne Tulip Siddiq Uma Kumaran Valerie Vaz Vicky Foxcroft Warinder Juss Will Stone Yuan Yang Zubir Ahmed

Independent (5 votes)

Apsana Begum Imran Hussain John McDonnell Richard Burgon Zarah Sultana

[atlanticcanada]

Locals want visitors to respect ‘hidden gem’ beach in Waterside, N.B.

Waterside, N.B., is located on scenic Route 915 in the southeast corner of the province.

It's where around 100 people call home.

There's an old vacant one-room schoolhouse, a 170-year-old cemetery and a winery with a stellar view.

There's also a breathtaking beach located roughly between two major tourist attractions - Cape Enrage and Fundy National Park.

Locals call it a hidden gem.

Some want to keep it that way, while others are happy to share.

Susan Rossiter of nearby Lower Cape, N.B., was there Friday afternoon with her children and grandchildren.

"It's just so peaceful. You can walk up and down the beach and you're not going to have big crowds, hopefully, and it's the beauty of the area," said Susan.

Her daughter Ceila has been coming there since she was a little girl and has fond memories of it.

"It's a great beach. There's sand, then there's little rocky areas. There's always things to do, sandcastles to make," said Celia.

Jim Kendall of St. Petersburg, Fla., is visiting the Maritimes for the first time.

He didn't know about the beach until he decided to stop on his journey in the area.

"It's amazing. It's so huge, so few people, it's awesome. Our beach got voted the number one beach in 2021 in the states -- St. Pete Beach -- and this is spectacular," said Kendall.

Linda Martell owns Waterside Winery, a business that overlooks the beach.

"Most of the people see this as a hidden gem. It's a diamond in the rough," said Martell. "It's a place that a lot of people didn't even know existed. A lot of people will head down to (Route) 114 to Fundy and Alma and totally have no idea the 915 is a scenic route from Riverside-Albert all the way to Fundy National Park. We just love it here."

There's no doubt it's a beautiful beach with a magnificent view, but some people in the area are concerned about parking and congestion along Route 915.

Brenda Hoar has lived in Waterside for 37 years.

She owns a small parking lot across from her home next to the beach.

"We're concerned about people getting hurt because they're parking along both sides of the road and we're kind of on a blind hill,” said Hoar. “We don't want to see anyone get hurt. It's private property and we would be liable if anyone got hurt.”

Hoar doesn’t mind if people come to the area, but she wants them to pick up their garbage and show respect.

"As long as they pick up after themselves and don't overpopulate the parking lot. If it's full, just keep going," said Hoar. "If it keeps getting congested, we'll probably have to remove the parking lot or make it smaller so people won't get hurt. We just need people to use common sense."

Ian Peach was visiting from Fredericton and parked in Hoar's lot.

He admits that the parking situation can be problematic so he backed into the spot to try and avoid an accident when he was leaving.

"I appreciate that drivers along here are very careful but certainly congestion would be a concern. As things stand right now, she's absolutely right. We have to be respectful of the beach," said Peach.

Martell welcomes people to the area as long as they are respectful and don't block traffic in any way.

"It's not a concern if the people that are parking park on one side of the street and they leave the road accessible to cars travelling in both directions. That's been a problem," said Martell.

Like Hoar, Martell wants people to take their trash with them when they leave their beautiful beach.

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/nrDjYA5

[cabaretcapricho]

Festival Corpus Comediantes from clauno dromo on Vimeo.

Festival Corpus Comediantes - Locura Pura Realizado para celebrar el 50 aniversario del Estudio Búsqueda de Pantomima-Teatro del 10 al 13 de noviembre de 2022

Por la organización del Estudio Búsqueda de Pantomima-Teatro A.C. Sigfrido Aguilar Sergio Langarica Janet M. Izzo

Registro, edición y realización audiovisual Michel Alzaga-Studio Inútil Cámara 2- Lars Uribe

Con profundo agradecimiento a La familia Villalpando Navarro Lars Uribe Estrella Labrada Michel Alzaga Cuauhtémoc Trejo Blú Azcué Ángela Olivia Vela Pavón

Y a las compañías de artistas participantes: Nahuales Callejeros - alumnos del Estudio Búsqueda, Cía. Tiatro de Chihuahua Jorge Mendoza y Joshua Franco. Cía. Escena Cuerda Floja de Chihuahua Cristina Córdova y José Sandoval Cía. Circonciente de Oaxaca Jorge Reza Cía. Impulsus Comediantes Pantomima-Teatro de Guanajuato Sergio Langarica y Lars Uribe Cía. Cabaret Capricho de Guadalajara Erandeni Nava, Violeta Castro, César Omar Barrios, Fernando Mánica.

Fue posible con el valioso apoyo de Kim Bancroft Gilles Ste-Croix Sereno Aguilar-Izzo Gail Tilmont Amy Oppenheimer Joyce Hartvigson Kim Bouchard Alan Craig Terri Rasmussen Shana Carroll Beth Binns Schoellkopf Yasko Endo Janet M. Izzo Stefan Grimberg Susan Duff Drew Richardson James R Moore Laurent Sallard Cheryl Lewis Lauren Stringer Chloe Walier Isaura Contreras Ríos Eva Bennati Vera Hoar Jessica Hentoff Audrey Crabtree Terry Lorant Joanna Sherman Joel Foisy Jenny McAvoy Zita Bettig Francisco Sentíes Avi Pryntz-Nadworny

Este festival fue producido en el territorio ancestral de la Confederación Guamare, en una tierra que ha sido protegida y honrada también por las naciones Otomís, Purépechas y otros pueblos originarios.

[suffragettecity100]

The Susan B. Anthony Amendment

33. The Susan B. Anthony Amendment

In 1878 U.S. Senator from California, Aaron A. Sargent, husband of suffragist Ellen Clark Sargent and friend of Susan B. Anthony, introduced the “Susan B. Anthony Amendment” to Congress.  The proposed amendment stated “The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.” Those exact words penned in 1878 would eventually become the wording of the 19th Amendment but not for another 42 years.  

Sargent even had the audacity to make the unusual request that suffragists be allowed to address the Congress itself! He stated, “We ask that women may be permitted in person, and on behalf of the thousands of other women who are petitioning Congress…to be heard…before the Senate and House.” And so they did. Among those who testified were Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Reverend Olympia Brown, the first woman ordained in the U.S.

The senators listened politely but decided to postpone the amendment indefinitely. Some senators objected to this but they were not in the majority. Senator George Hoar of Massachusetts remarked, “The American people must extend the right of Suffrage to Woman or abandon the idea that Suffrage is a birthright.” Senators John Mitchell of Oregon and Angus Cameron of Wisconsin were among those who objected to the postponement.

Senator Hoar was not deterred. In 1882, with the assistance of Senator Henry Blair of New Hampshire, he proposed the creation of a Select Committee on Woman’s Suffrage. It was created in January of 1882 and by June of that same year, the committee released this statement, “We conclude…every reason…which bestows the ballot upon man is equally applicable to the proposition to bestow the ballot upon woman.” And then nothing…until a full five years later in 1887 when the Senate took its first official vote on Woman’s Suffrage. It failed miserably. The vote was 34:16 with 25 members absent from the vote.   

As explained in Episode 23, historical political parties have the same name as the current parties but party platforms have changed radically. Many of the senators such as Sargent, Hoar, and others who were in favor of suffrage are listed historically as Republicans but at that time, the Republican party favored big government, was against open trade, and was pro income tax. They were the socially liberal party very similar to the current Democratic party. Conversely the historical Democrats were socially conservative, preferred State’s rights over Federal ones, were in favor of free capitalism, against income tax, and were more similar to present day Republicans. Historical figures should always be viewed in their proper context and not used for current political points. Modern day propaganda from both parties try to make themselves look better using misplaced historical party platforms. Regardless of which side represents your values, be an informed voter. Judge the current parties on their current platform and make sure the candidate’s recent voting record truly reflects your values.

This week’s song pick:

“Reflection” from the movie “Mulan” https://youtu.be/lGGXsm0a5s0 

#FightForThe19th #SuffragetteCity100

Episode 33 Sources:

https://www.senate.gov/artandhistory/history/People/Women/Part1_BestowtheBallot.htm

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Republican-Party

https://online.norwich.edu/academic-programs/resources/major-american-political-parties-of-the-19th-century

How to research a candidate’s record:

https://www.usa.gov/voter-research

How to find your Representatives/Senators and track issues that are important to you. This is a non-government site devoted to transparency in government.  Created in 2004, govtrack is the oldest website devoted to transparency and has a good track record of being accurate and  non-partisan:

https://www.govtrack.us/

(Don’t get overwhelmed; just do your best. There’s a lot of information out there. You don’t have to do it all. Pick one or two issues you care about the most. Start there. Even suffragists like Susan B. Anthony had to stay focused on  just getting the vote and let other people become leaders on issues like education, marriage laws, reproductive rights, labor laws, etc.)

[gogmstuff]

Susan, Mrs. Henry Hoare by William Hoare of Bath (auctioned by Sotheby's). From their Web site; navigation marks and a few spots in the background removed with Photoshop 1595X2077.

[tom-killingbeck]

GHOSTLAND: In Search of a Haunted Country

Edward Parnell

In his late thirties, Edward Parnell found himself trapped in the recurring nightmare of a family tragedy. For comfort, he turned to his bookshelves, back to the ghost stories that obsessed him as a boy, and to the writers through the ages who have attempted to confront what comes after death.

In Ghostland, Parnell goes in search of the ‘sequestered places’ of the British Isles, our lonely moors, our moss-covered cemeteries, our stark shores and our folkloric woodlands. He explores how these landscapes conjured and shaped a kaleidoscopic spectrum of literature and cinema, from the ghost stories and weird fiction of M. R. James, Arthur Machen and Algernon Blackwood to the children’s fantasy novels of Alan Garner and Susan Cooper; from W. G. Sebald’s The Rings of Saturn and Graham Swift’s Waterland to the archetypal ‘folk horror’ film The Wicker Man…

Ghostland is Parnell’s moving exploration of what has haunted our writers and artists – and what is haunting him. It is a unique and elegiac meditation on grief, memory and longing, and of the redemptive power of stories and nature.

‘Ghostland is a delicious, creepy, gothic gazetteer to a British landscape filled with folkloric, literary and filmic spirits, avian auguries, and natural history and a deeply touching personal grief that speaks to the hauntedness of childhood memory and teenage dreams. Obsessive, possessive, nostalgic, an act of vivid retrieval – this is a uniquely strange and wonderful work of literature’ Philip Hoare

‘Psychogeography at is finest, Ghostland is a personal meditation on the primal power of the British landscape to shape literature, film and television that tunes into the core collective experience of the Haunted Generation’ Cathi Unsworth, author of Weirdo

‘Part memoir of family to two parts brilliant excursion into folk-horror darkness and literary nooks and crannies’ Roger Clarke, author of A Natural History of Ghosts

‘A marvellous blend of travel writing, history and grief memoir, Ghostland provides not only a seance with the author’s lost family, but also a premonition of his dazzling literary future’ Paul Willetts, author of Members Only, filmed as The Look of Love

‘A skilful and intriguing weaving together, less of haunted houses as of haunted people, including MR James, Alan Garner, W G Sebald and the author himself, in places where the past has left its mark’ George Szirtes, author of The Photographer at Sixteen

[verdiprati]

Upcoming performances by Dame Sarah Connolly

[NOTE: this post is now out of date. Check the schedule tag on my blog for the most recent version of this list.]

After the jump: an unofficial schedule of Dame Sarah Connolly’s future performances. Those of you in Britain may catch a performance in London, Glasgow, Edinburgh, Cardiff, Leeds, Gloucester, Exeter, or Chipping Campden. Those on the Continent may see her in Berlin, Madrid, Paris, Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Katowice, Geneva, Aix-en-Provence, or Zeist. And finally, those of us in North America have a recital in Philadelphia to look forward to! Don’t live near one of these places? Take in a concert from afar: I am adding online broadcast and livestream details as they become available.

Not much is new in this edition of the list; we are just turning the corner into season-announcements season so there should be more news to report in a couple months. However, Dutch fans of Dame Sarah should check out her May 25 recital at Zeist, the date of which was just recently announced; Londoners should bookmark her March 15 recital at Wigmore Hall, the program for which looks intriguing and seems to be still developing; and Madrileñ@s, don’t forget that Dame Sarah is returning to the Teatro de la Zarzuela for a recital in March a few weeks after her current Wagnerian stint at the Teatro Real comes to a close.

This is not an authoritative list. These are the upcoming performances by Dame Sarah Connolly that I have been able to learn about from Dame Sarah’s new website, Dame Sarah’s agent's website (Askonas Holt), Operabase, Bachtrack, Dame Sarah's Twitter, and generally ferreting around the web.

I sometimes list concerts that are not yet officially confirmed; you should of course check official sources before making plans and be aware that cast changes and cancellations can happen at any time.

I have added links to venue, ticketing, and broadcast information where available. Tips on new information are always welcome! Please contact me via email (verdiprati [at] selveamene [dot] com), Tumblr messaging, or ask box (plain prose only in the ask box; anything with links or an email address will get eaten by Tumblr filters) with corrections or additions.

Wagner, Das Rheingold (Fricka) at the Teatro Real, Madrid, January 17 through February 1, 2019. In a production by Robert Carsen; conducted by Pablo Heras-Casado. Co-stars include Greer Grimsley (Wotan) and Sophie Bevan (Freia) among others.

[New! Deferred broadcast] As of this writing, the Teatro Real has announced that there will be a deferred broadcast of Das Rheingold on RNE Radio Clásica; the date remains TBD.

Berlioz, L’Enfance du Christ with the BBC National Orchestra of Wales at Hoddinott Hall, Cardiff, February 15, 2019. Sir Andrew Davis conducts; the other vocal soloists in the all-Brit, all-excellent lineup are Andrew Staples, Roderick Williams, and Matthew Brook.

[New! Broadcast] The program is scheduled for live broadcast on BBC Radio 3.

[New! Livestream] The program is also scheduled for video livestreaming on the orchestra’s website. 

Recital with Julius Drake at the Concertgebouw, Amsterdam, March 5, 2019. Works by R. Schumann, Brahms, Wolf, A. Mahler, and Zemlinsky.

Recital with Julius Drake at the Grand Théâtre de Genève, March 7, 2019. I don’t see the repertoire mentioned on the theater’s website as of this writing, but presumably it will be similar to the works presented in Amsterdam and Philadelphia in the duo’s other recitals this month.

Recital with Julius Drake at the Teatro de la Zarzuela, Madrid, March 11, 2019. Works by Brahms, Wolf, Roussel, Debussy, and Zemlinsky.

Recital with Julius Drake at Wigmore Hall, London, March 15, 2019. Contrary to my earlier guess, Connolly and Drake are not repeating material from their recitals in Amsterdam and Madrid, but rather are preparing a completely different program for the Wigmore. It is described by Dame Sarah’s agency, Askonas Holt, thus: “On 15 March 2019, Sarah offers Dominick Argento’s cycle from Virginia Woolf’s posthumously published A Writer’s Diary, which won the composer the Pulitzer Prize in 1975, and Schumann’s moving late settings of texts attributed to Mary Stuart. She is partnered by pianist Julius Drake and actor Emily Berrington, who will intersperse the songs with reading from Woolf’s diaries and also from Schiller’s ‘Mary Stuart’, in a new translation made especially for the event.” Dame Sarah adds on Twitter, “There will be more songs in the second half.”

[New! Livestream] The recital will be livestreamed on the Wigmore Hall website and will presumably become part of the archived video library afterward.

Recital with Julius Drake at the Kimmel Center, Philadelphia, March 22, 2019. Sponsored by the Philadelphia Chamber Music Society. Repertoire includes works by Brahms, Wolf, Roussel, Debussy, and Zemlinksy.

Recital with Robin Tritschler and Malcolm Martineau at the Wigmore Hall, London, April 24, 2019. The program features Robert Schumann’s Myrthen song cycle.

[New!] Recital with Joseph Middleton at the Festival Katowice Kultura Natura, May 14, 2019. Works by Schumann, Debussy, Zemlinsky, Wolf, and Roussel.

Berlioz, Les nuits d’été at the Chipping Campden Music Festival, May 21, 2019. In a program with orchestral works by Fauré and Mendelssohn. Thomas Hull conducts the Academy Orchestra. The Festival’s website says, “Currently, the only way to make a booking is by postal application. Online booking will be available from early February 2019 after all postal applications have been processed.” Application forms are available on the website.

Recital at the Internationaal LiedFestival Zeist (Netherlands), May 25, 2019. With Sholto Kynoch. Songs by Brahms, Wolf, Debussy and Zemlinsky.

Elgar, The Dream of Gerontius with the Hallé and three choruses at Victoria Hall, Leeds, June 1, 2019. Barry Banks and David Soar are the other vocal soloists; Simon Wright conducts.

[New!] Mahler, Das Lied von der Erde with the Bergen Filharmoniske Orkester at the Grieghallen Bergen, June 5, 2019. With Toby Spence singing the tenor part and Edward Gardner conducting. As of this writing, the orchestra’s website still lists Ekaterina Gubanova as the mezzo soloist for this concert, but the engagement appears in Dame Sarah’s diary on her own website as well as on her agent’s website.

Mahler, Des Knaben Wunderhorn (extracts) and Janáček, Glagolitic Mass at the Maison de la Radio, Paris, June 20, 2019. With the Orchestre National de France and the Choeur de Radio France, conducted by Jukka-Pekka Saraste. The other vocal soloists for the Glagolitic Mass are Simona Šaturová, Mati Turi, and Christof Fischesser.

[Broadcast] This concert will be broadcast live on France Musique.

[New!] Mahler, Das Lied von der Erde at the Festival d’Aix, Aix-en-Provence, July 13, 2019. With the Orchestre de Paris conducted by Ingo Metzmacher; Andreas Schager sings the tenor part.

[New!] Michael Betteridge, Across the Sky (community opera) at the Cheltenham Music Festival, July 14, 2019. The performance is only an hour long and the nature of Dame Sarah’s participation is not totally clear to me from the festival’s website; she is not specifically named as a vocal soloist.

Recital with Malcolm Martineau at Wigmore Hall, London, July 23, 2019. Part of Dame Sarah’s yearlong residency at the Wigmore. Repertoire to include works by Robert Schumann, Gustav Mahler, Frank Bridge, and Benjamin Britten.

Berlioz, La damnation de Faust (in concert, presumably) at the Three Choirs Festival, Gloucester, July 27, 2019. With Peter Hoare, Christopher Purves, and David Ireland. Tickets go on sale to the general public on April 24. Update: Dame Sarah has been replaced in the program by Susan Bickley. I have not seen an explanation given.

Bob Chilcott, A Christmas Oratorio (premiere) at the Three Choirs Festival, Gloucester, August 1, 2019. With Nick Pritchard and Neal Davies. Note that this is an afternoon concert, not the main evening concert for August 1. (Multi-mezzo fans may want to stick around to hear Anna Stéphany do Les nuites d’été in the evening.) Tickets go on sale to the general public on April 24.

[New!] Berlioz, Les Nuits d’été with the National Youth Orchestra of the USA at the Konzerthaus, Berlin, August 6, 2019. Part of a concert conducted by Sir Antonio Pappano. Tickets are available via the link above or on the Konzerthaus website.

[New! Details TBA] Performance with The English Concert at Exeter Cathedral, October 15, 2019. The Two Moors Festival has published a post-event survey intended for 2018 Festival attendees, but available to anyone on the web. The intro blurb to the survey offers respondents “the chance to win two tickets to see Dame Sarah Connolly and The English Concert perform at Exeter Cathedral on Tuesday 15th October 2019.” Keep an eye on the websites for the Two Moors Festival and The English Concert for their full season announcements.

[New!] Mahler, Symphony No. 2, Resurrection, with the London Philharmonic Orchestra, Royal Festival Hall, London, October 19, 2019. With Sofia Fomina, the London Philharmonic Choir, and the Philharmonia Chorus. Vladimir Jurowski conducts a concert also comprising Colin Matthews’ Metamorphosis. 

[New!] Max Reger, “An die Hoffnung” with the Royal Scottish National Orchestra, at Usher Hall, Edinburgh, November 1, and Glasgow Royal Concert Hall, November 2, 2019. Part of a concert also featuring Reger’s “Serenade” and Saint-Saëns’ Organ Symphony, conducted by Neeme Järvi. For details, see the PDF season brochures for Edinburgh and Glasgow respectively.

[Details TBA] Recital with Julius Drake at Temple Church, London, November 25, 2019. I cannot find any reference to this recital on the Temple Music website but the website Seen and Heard International, apparently going on a press release from Temple Music, mentions that Connolly and Drake will perform together on this date. (It also mentions various other concerts confirmable on the Temple Music website, so I assume the website simply is not as comprehensive as the press release.)

[New!] Elgar, Sea Pictures with the London Symphony Orchestra at the Barbican, London, December 12, 2019. In a concert conducted by Sir Antonio Pappano that also includes instrumental works by Tippett and Vaughn Williams. (At the time of this writing, the Barbican lists Sir Mark Elder as the conductor for this concert, but that seems to be an error.)

[New!] Oskar Fried, Verklärte Nacht with the BBC Symphony Orchestra at the Barbican, London, March 13, 2020. With Stuart Skelton; Edward Gardner conducts.

[New! Details TBA] Recital at Wigmore Hall, London, March 19, 2020. Repertoire and accompaniment remain TBA. Listed in the Wigmore Hall preview brochure for the ’19-’20 season.

[New!] Mahler, Das Lied von der Erde with the Philharmonia Orchestra, Royal Festival Hall, London, April 30, 2020. The piece is being billed as The Song of the Earth but there is no indication that it will be sung in translation as well. Andreas Schager sings the tenor role; Xian Zhang conducts the concert, which includes a Mozart symphony in the first half.

[New!] Mahler, Symphony No. 2, Resurrection with the Rotterdams Philharmonisch Orkest, De Doelen, Rotterdam, May 14, 15, and 17, 2020. Chen Reiss sings the soprano part; Lahav Shani conducts. 

[New!] Wagner, Götterdämmerung (Waltraute, Zweite Norn) at the Opéra national de Paris, November 13, 17, 21, and 28, and December 6, 2020. Part of a new complete Ring Cycle production directed by Calixto Bieito. The 2019-2020 season will include the first two Ring Cycle operas, with Siegfried and Götterdämmerung to follow in October and November 2020; the complete cycle will then be performed sequentially twice in “festival” format during November and December 2020. (The festival performances are being ticketed as a four-opera package; curiously, at the upper end of the price scale, a festival ticket gives you a small discount as compared with buying the four operas separately, but at the lower end of the scale, you pay a premium for the festival. Concise ticket price information can be found on page 168 of the season brochure PDF.) Dame Sarah’s co-stars in Götterdämmerung include Andreas Schager (Siegfried), Ricarda Merbeth (Brünnhilde), Johannes Martin Kränzle (Gunther), and Jochen Schmeckenbecher (Alberich). 

[Unconfirmed / details TBA] Handel, Agrippina at the Dutch National Opera. In June 2018, opera critic Hugh Canning tweeted the news that the Royal Opera is planning to offer Barrie Kosky’s new production of Agrippina with Joyce DiDonato in the title role during the ’19/’20 season; in a reply that has now been deleted, Dame Sarah mentioned that she and Alice Coote would do the same production in Amsterdam and Munich. (If you are a member of the Sarah Connolly fan group on Facebook, you can scroll back in time to June and see a screenshot there.) Subsequent discussion revealed that Coote would get the Munich gig (in July 2019), so Connolly must be the Amsterdam Agrippina. Agrippina appears in neither the ’18-’19 season nor ’19-’20 at the DNO, so presumably we must look farther ahead.

[Unconfirmed / details TBA] Brett Dean, Hamlet (Gertrude) at the Metropolitan Opera, New York, sometime in 2021-22. Allan Clayton, who starred in the title role of Brett Dean’s Hamlet at Glyndebourne in 2017, mentioned in an interview with the Telegraph that he would be reprising the role at an unspecified date and venue in the US. When prompted on Twitter, Dame Sarah indicated that she would be participating in the revival, too (“I shall be misunderstanding my confused boy again”). In a later interview with Opera News, Clayton reportedly specified that he would reprise Hamlet at the Met. The Future Met Wiki places the production at the Met in the 2021-2022 season (as does this New York Times article). Hat tip to Christopher Lowrey, who sang Guildenstern in the original production at Glyndebourne, whose tweet praising Allan Clayton brought the Telegraph interview to my attention. (No indication whether Lowrey will also be cast in the American revival.) Additional hat tip to the Tumblrer who submitted information on this topic via the ask box.

Previous versions of this list can be found under the schedule tag on this blog. This list published January 20, 2019. Edited January 21 to add Das Lied at the Festival d’Aix. Edited January 23 to add the Wigmore recital in March of 2020 and the Exeter performance with The English Concert. Edited January 28 to add the broadcast of L’Enfance du Christ. Edited February 13 to add the livestream of the March 15 Wigmore Hall recital. Edited February 14 to add the livestream of L’Enfance du Christ. Edited February 20 to add Resurrection with the LPO, Das Lied with the Philharmonia, Les Nuits d’été with the National Youth Orchestra of the USA, and Oskar Fried’s Verklärte Nacht wth the BBC Symphony Orchestra. Edited February 21 to add Sea Pictures with the LSO. Edited February 24 to add the Rotterdam Mahler 2 concerts. Edited February 26 to add the recital in Katowice. Edited March 6 to add the Paris/Bieito Götterdämmerung, and again on March 8 to update details on same. Edited March 13 to replace the leaked Opéra de Paris season brochure PDF with a link to Götterdämmerung on the official website. Edited March 19 to add the Bergen Das Lied. Edited March 21 to add Michael Betteridge’s community opera at the Cheltenham Music Festival. Edited March 24 to add the Max Reger piece with the RSNO. Edited March 26 to reflect the replacement of Sarah Connolly with Susan Bickley in The Damnation of Faust at the Three Choirs Festival. I may continue to edit this list as I receive new information.

[robotpoetry]

HAPPY

"HAPPY"

Am A Tear And His Work

And Susan And Join With Bondage Bound

Love And Got Berk

Mothers Many Sisters And Hoar Around

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To Beat And To Its Thickest

Shade O Queen Enter With Soft Face

And Fallen Light The Forest

Boy Lost Ona And Place

[libidomechanica]

Red-headed

A sonnet sequence

               1

Over them appear’d to open for Hell. Blush-tinted cheeks, half smiles, O let me tell but half-wise; susan, we must take care of his pence, this huckster put down the red cloaks of market girls A half-disdain perched about the teeth of winter hoar. His forgotten hands: then would her brotherhood. A musical but melancholy loth to answere, nor your eccho ring. She sees him in that peep and yellow! What can be this high a? Is not more strange? And we still loud her prayse to sing, to meet him there! The hall after supper, the better to be a Then I thought worthy of your childhood well.

               2

And now shew theyr goodly vermill stay, begging them, lay down thine own praise, which the impression by the things be so witty, but I shall not fail; a musical but melancholy spirit, smile or mourn according as you to me, that glory should have broken statue propt again, and owners of the mountains light, when all above was faint with hollow as the county town, to bring a doctor from the whole most nobly, and I own it from my breasts would be better seene, or hurtful beastes to hont? Thee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. Woman who march’d to Moscow, led by Fame, the siren!

               3

Their lucid wombs: throbs of pianos, children under the arches of delight. And thou, O warrior from your childhood, cast up from her set his lips with joy they burr, burr, burr—now Johnny’s lips they blest, by new unfolding his forgotten—out of memory: fair creature in your distress her, she quite forgot em. And Betty’s husband nature’s power, fairing the trees that but one night Rauen that fester smell far worse than worst of foes, the Mauis descant playes, then would have broken statue propt again, whate’er before, so sweetly doth deceive you, because they him called, that thro’ heaven and hell!

               4

And promised of time all chaff of custom, wipe away dyd wipe. Will waste, and none beside if Juan had not stay your leisure gave sweet air stirs blue hare-bells lightly dipt, and its will the sea, the way the curse is on her do stare, vpon the tabor, and sad, alas! Your power in your souls up in the fall of a year, in the Eternal World, yesterday, the singing Here Comes the fury of long delights to weave their wintry day. Waking on the open plain, besides some vexation; but Juan, season’d, as he satte in secreate shade alone, is sick, and orbed brow; the whiles with holiday: nor had the glory to display at once to death in the end is close hands before toward it his joined clenched hands, your power in your brain, he said: Brother, ’tis vain to hide that the mayds and yongmen cease till the unimaginable touch of Time; and I am glad, yea, glad with delightful scarlet.

               5

To my down-sunken hours, and think of the year, I walked out one evening-star, alike, and now on Shooter’s Hill! This said, he rose, flutter round of hours to crave, being your fingers like a house within my grasp, that I started to scream. Alas, what my life hath in the brook, and then! Who, moving others, Claudel vilifying Gide, and earnest look pierces the body makes the ground for a return to left, and hover upon the mountain’s side, on which had a juice in it; of which her voice shoulders in a rosy silk, that my memory doth not greatly, know how her great god Pan. Found that he could as soon as thinkings; such alone could only see stems throng. And gather nuttes to make love groan: to say the entrusted gem of high and low, above, below, turning thought, mark me, Peona; nor will wed sorrow to persuade myself known, everywhere, and in hand, and with the then resolved course.

               6

The fat pillows whiten, aspens shiver. But whether in the air but who am I …? As dews o’ summer weather; to summon all those who scour those double vales of Thessaly: some idly trailed their little Mercury, by stealth, had dipt his rosy child, its perfect of mothers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and fast she holds her idiot boy! The owlets purr, and Johnny nor his horse forsook, to hunt the sandy shore where no man went; and if from shepherds gone in blood. My book to mind: and opening clouds, which who drank, he said no thought, which, when flowrd my ioyfull day the answer came back.

               7

At least I’ll try to tell you truths translation, these obtain her homage. Placed are, or captain, a padded shape, a bought control your time to what awful power shall I, unskilfu’, try the poet’s feet; and while a glow, hectic and in a cloud the Lady of Shalott. As hollow out a tomb to cover me—me, the goblins’ hall, or in the Past. It is no goblin, tis no ghost, he traveller bold, his very eyes are you, whose light of Albion’s chalky belt— a kind of inclination, or disorders of the sun, the moment seemed to praise and broke my heart, sweet loue she signified.

               8

I asham’d to owe it to those bright gold sands, islands, and singe, for her messenger and see feed our idle sheep; and such too is there inherit, of blessed gaze, know that small lights of winter campfires in the sum of your folds ye lock, ere the long blue devils or a dun. With ebon-tipped flutes: close after the cold, with bathing in the springe giues place to elder time, and Phoebus, father, sister, help to sing: ne let housefyres, nor dolefull teares, breake gentle ears for themselves a cooling covert make ’gainst the sun hath rudded, her lips lyke lyllies budded, her paps lyke cherry.

               9

Of weary day he shoves back at Sunion, hurting with two smiles? With leaves and tropics there, erneis, Radulphus—eight-and-forty manors if that my memory doth not kneel for what most people standing at the chaunting birds of dapple brown: who stood therein they must be inserted, the siluer scaly trouts doe tend full well that men think exists when the tables every channel hath, will amorously to thee, and the chances in the mid forest wild than Dryope’s lone lulling of passionate then, in those holy places, whereof some but charme the sea, and see that I have sigh’d and smooth!

               10

That commeth in to you. Roads diverged in a sinecure as he: for which the rougher voices cooingly ’mong myrtles, what I know no other class, through the bridle bells rang merrily round the things, whose age, and drunken be withall then those halcyon days; unwrapping a twig. He will ne’er forgetters, your idiot boy? Now, as deep into the count. Yes, thrice as well as of the call, the very big, I promised of time an endless rue. Of night a quiet smile can warm earth’s poorest hovel to a home; which gave her dukes the greater thinges of ryper reason selfe applyed. The while.

               11

Twinkling rimes and lights of winter sunny. But when their short lives give to you, the cocks did crow to-whoo, to-whoo, to-whoo, to-whoo, and the aged priest ’mong shepherd-god. There hollow grounds, and wonders puls’d tenfold, to feel this thine, the bramble was my seat, when a man’s, and I won’t reflected in a sinecure as he satte in secreate shade alone, is sick, and may never know your faces and a kirtle embroidered all with the knives, their smart, eternall sleepe. From hollow fields: and the tann’d harvesters rich armfuls took. The trees that buzz about our souls up in us like a travelling three.

               12

One if I please, enough is me there many a less and greater is the Fountain of immortal too. They had, alas, the whispers, glooms, the birth, life, death of Zephyr bids a little streaming sun. But only in my heart, in little token, and Johnny nor his guide. Extremely wholesome, thou fairest in my arms. Little lap-dog breed, but find some Hercules to build to cadenced, more forest trees, a venerable priest full soberly, begirt with new stings! That all may hearken the lovelier than a flower? As a marble man, frozen in the hartlesse pleasures with thee well.

               13

Till the least propensity to jeer: while such-wise she loue denied, and joined the woman who cherished her pony, that in my arms I hold the clear religion, Mrs. For causes young cheek; and how, as here at Christmas solecisms, seven-headed monsters only made tongue like a crescent moon: and in his hands repelling, gaue repulse all night long had heard the owls have been doing all the purple and fine linen, ’ fitter for Babylon’s than Russia’s royal harlot—and neutralize her outward dislike, which threates, if we misse this large offer of our tender haunches: late, and loved.

               14

On all sides doubts and terrors met her; point after point did she find the unsating food, that brought them with thee shall be telling, wherever it went in little beam reflects upon a saddle him whom you love, your former know what a wretch’s knife, dissecting tower’d Camelot. Sat by this the secret ayde doest succour and supply, till he is dead or sleeping, but that so its inner sight may be won by favour of the men, like linnets in the moon to slacken all the Damzels doe delite, when the preserved, a pure and leave his name, made answer and your eccho ring. And who, when lo!

               15

Would say, Shame on this tree, was nought but envious hissing adders dwell, thy golden chalice, drank. Juan, instead of courting courts, was counted fair, or if it were our need to them that youth once gone returns no more content thee, for of this pleasant Quyre of Frogs still croking make vs once affeard: ne let the woody dale; and what is become of him? Lets the day, where he will die, old Susan Gale, old Susan, she who dwells alone, thus gan he make of loue his piteous mone. Yon valley, that is ever again her idiot boy. Awe-stricken breaths at a work divine, a fellowship divine, a fellowship divine, seeing they mourners seem at such who, not born fair, no beauty, Common Sense. Gold; a belt of straw and ivy banks; all leading, by degrees, he somewhat for this work-day world, out-facing Lucifer, descended from the fields of barley and of flood. Of little ways.

               16

—Rather think the moon or ladies’ rights, a feudal warrior from the shadows, and thou great Iuno, which he grows? The face of Sage or Shah, and tears even widows’ shrink, like Arno in the moon to slacken all the way and wanted to go that dark rain: yet it may not be, that maks us mair than princes; o sceptred hand, a king’s command, is in her cloke, twinkling strayt. Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet their tongue to mine, mine. The water sinke; and, looking somewhat grim, what, woman! To those true numerous graces, where and hoary, see it half finished throne. Seas Seven but dropping with two smiles?

               17

For ioy doe sing, that all may hearken! Small flattery! Give to me your hand there, the sober ring where sat Endymion pine away! I can see a mile of road, oh cruel! Ha! Afford to give; of moon or stars and loued sheepe, and when. And, when things mysteries molder, distinctions meet in all- resemblance of gold rocks to where trod Apollo’s foot; bronze clarions awake, t’awayt the coming, in naked comeliness, unshaded, her snowie necke lyke to a black cable. He is giving out her fly, ofte peeping on tiptoe Night holds by the weed-covered with sanctimonious theory.

               18

And somewhat lower down a vulture could not, women who could this flea guilty be, except in that resounds from Yugoslavia somewhere thought to seeke them of tours, hussar and higher bard than simple times, his garments white, plainer shewing, till at last; and yet one, like the seasons of their wills and fields among, they happen in our lives may read it, could figure out to all the echoes far from his brow, then off she hies, but dark velvet edges them round, and this. For solitary breeze bluster’d, and sail in their voices. The forces razde, thy banners: and the temple of the same day.

               19

Sat little clouds melting into these sodas or magnesias; which for memorial still kissing me. Gloom wrought, there hangs by unseen flowers at the tape-recorder not merely feel these essence fine into my being, and leader of men. Whatever you cannot find her in lillies and in worry vaguely life leaks away, with arms crost, yet testifying restless ways, until, from those huge honeycombs; our village churls, and then there, the siren! And ne’er sic powers by which portion of an Alien Shah whose Throne and Crown without be rich no more; drop like the vegetables cooked.

               20

Their measure of contented: when thou him. All heavens darken; and the struggle in my hand was gold. But heavy tears, I am crying head, until my head, but in these effects suffice, but wilt new warre vpon her paradise of hops and humming string. But she was used to sing, ne will soon be here before, there blossom’d beans and the devil take his wisdom! All the day was youres: now day is doen, and make her, she: but Walter hailed a score of names upon her, and for a forty-parson power that she meant to do? As purple raimented in these, in rhymes, save such a woman now?

               21

The Lady of Shalott. With you all in wassail; often, like a spectre of their golden palaces and husband’s at the castellated Rhine: ye glorious Gothic scenes! Like the gnawing sloth on the deep into the bower, endymion: yet hourly had he striven to hide thee, who could grapple, since Adam, with all care, and innocent bird before the dusky groves and droppings of their Institute of which wafted him from Petersburgh: the best; like a pilot light is layd abedde, and the Lily- white Boy is a Roarer, and thee to all that men are taught; we are twice as quick!

               22

Unworthy things well or ill;—bold Britons, we are nurtured like fine needlepoint and still repayre. I’ll say, I wish to warm their maisters hast no less to God’s Son, as well lodged, but he must be paid: though now vnthought, and when my stuttering thing, of Johnny’s lips they blest, knight, minstrelsy, fountains darken, I watch and dote upon thy seruants simple maiden Aunt. You have told thee how my waking might have cause a like effects, to proue; now be still ye virgins in amaze, vpon her groome prepare my Fall! Of all those who, by the dint of glass and vapoury tent—whereat, methought into a hemline.

               23

Just as all colors coincide in white, that sometimes the reins, when that I may dare, in wayfaring, to which threaten’d an ejection, hides, train-oil, tallow, and their emulation. Since I see, for often too a little space of flowers decay: and you held me well. What, conscience be a still- felt plague to selfe-condemning mee; let woe gripe on my name day. Tell the enchased crocodile, or leaps of grass, a wailful gnat, a bee bustling down in the great princess, six feet high, grand, epic, homicidal; and be you the water for you the Prince, ’ I answere, nor over-anxious care.

               24

” At that oppressed, but each in the ruins. Against the zodiac run; next place me zones and the herds of Pan: ay great his gains who thus one lamb did lose. No hand to help to stem the ebbing sea of weary life. But now betwixt me and be my love anyone. A bow-shot from her bed her lay; lay her in peace: so that a whispers, manifold the rumours: some said he had climbed into an oak, where the patron. To hoard up warmth again;—the clocks had ceased their emulation. Epic, homicidal; and be my love’s going to the loud clapping shears, while to the wood, whether there did beam.

               25

And thus to Betty’s in a mighty silver bugle hung, and ask’d why such a look of fondness, and glare, and tell me all amiss! Sat silent isle imbowers blown shoreward; so to Camelot. Round Apollo’s bow; a heaven, cries Betty, now at once, above the lawyer and thee to mee: no, no, nobody to say if she must talk of college like a young mind from the woodland altar. Kings that beats your heads privately been this curious calls, or a wren light rustling birds of dawn the earth a banner, the cold, with bathing in thy clear streams, that well agree withouten breach or iar.

               26

So she was in all senses fail, this piteous mone. A twisted snake, and still the stings of humanity—must make us selfish, and should not guess. If Johnny’s lips they burr, burr—now Johnny answer, like a taper, were nothing art thou so pale, who was real, or ideal,—for both are much that’s the lassie ever dearer; robert Burns: she’s the queen o’ womankind, and thought torments haue, vse something more than lightnings helpelesse hare, til shee were telescopes for azure views; and the sight of colours, wings, and splash, splash through some young trees it struck, and, plashing off distress: life remaine, forget thee.

               27

She called sensitive, which for ioy doe sing, the base affection. Will I die; here with portly pace, lyke Phoebus mounts the first time that to him a tribute paid: nor this, nor theyr eccho ring. Skull shaped like a green valley drifts into sleep, protect me. And strike the earth, which o’er it as a yoke are bow’d, and all, scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue-bells, or a wren light rustling down in the blue sea’s border; and I Don Juan loved her, and his high a? Said the Doctor; you’ve done your bed, and all ye gentle creep, a carefull dampe, doe ye this slander, as I think the place, heroic, for a moment to clutch for an instant special instant spot, upon them, bleeding on the whisper of a kiss whirls life would spare, till she is tired, let Betty is not false whispers, Tis the summer sweet, if human souls did never she extends her hundred little prospect wide; the town so wide, is in the ceiling.

               28

Juan, though she knew not where; and their eyes’ express a depth in love and death. A most diverting thing, and giving out the Moon and Roses! A bower quiet for us, and a hazy light spread greyly eastward, through there are electrical wires, a blacker pit, for whom they deceive. She also had no feare. Make some prefer it. Unequal matches, such a scene of change, and died away again, him whom she loves, her idiot boy. Clings to its chosen bow: and, when thou yield’st to my dear. And my heart, e’en as the year, in the stroke—If Johnny’s lips they burr, as loud as any Lover know.

               29

The very pride of June, had I been used to bring her clime, time, blood, with her painted face still flauntingly and cloudy, even when she railed, while they bring forth to run her mighty pallaces may moue you. Done this wild king to disclose through Prussia Proper, and palsied fancy, till my dying lips shall soon be back against the subway railings. And frantic pain. And ye three handmayds of theyr glorious merit may heauenly fier, stellas selfe makes earth too ripe, and when ye list your sleep, smiling light unto our souls, at one string, and leader of men. And bids him clayme with rigorous rage hys right.

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Like Phoebe from his right to solemnity. That tape-recorder not merely for the Hall, and I own it from my Muse or I asham’d to owe it to those haughty shopkeepers, who sternly dealt their golden mystery of sunset, or the unimaginable touch of Time; and one on the grace and forest where she reach’d upon the hills—teenagers in love and me fro shame. Upon the forks. Tis on the finest wool, which show’d a feverish disposition; at which they call him, what care I, aristocrat, democrat, autocratic crest, when, a new lphigene, she went back to boy-hood: make me ships of moulted feather and wiser than a flower? Greedy pikes which keepe the deep intoxication. A few sad tears does Betty, now at least some twenty-nine do out of the wauering wynd. His pleasure. The owls have had him still, than when I use the stones stirre vp winter hoar.

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For me, I am a watermelon, but in the Past. No sighs but sigh-warm kisses, or lightnings as they form’d a rather for the sake of its own.—I was distracted; madly did I dream the forest wyde, without alarm, and feel as safe as guarded by a charm against this a little idle sauntering to their temper or their eccho ring. I love you, dear, I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love your reason seeke vs to wish thee well. Of good and beauty slander, as I think men love wars … And my incurable anger, my unmendable wounds break open further aid bereave me?

               32

Is here, she’s high upon the longest fishers in most troubled. All night long halloo! Her naked limbs among the roar of bread— and though enchas’d with tempests play. This small light to name my destines all, that broodest o’er the edges of either’s woe. And my griefs infold: but lo! This were a medley! The cruel breath of Hyacinthus, when valiant Errour guides, meanewhile my heart did tuch: while the jocund hours in thy clear streams, the Dee, the rest. That reigned as men sayd in Venus sittes and wals with one blinding diamonds, cash, and ripply cove, whereto long since left Tithones bed, all else!

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When so ye come into the woods shal answer and to conception bring all I beheld in readiness, the gag even they do shout, halloo! They danc’d to weariness, and let the latter terme, my spring of the Muse so wrought I must here confest, but in a style become of me: there I find that surface of all those bonds which set the best; like a corsage to bloom one on the pause, she said, we doubt not then death will hanker; as the sight of these is made of two, and these her celestial threasures, then would have broken utterly, draw near and fearful ewes; and we still delights in joy.

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The cruel breath of Hyacinthus, when she saw endymion’s spirit clings and play: a charmed touch, yet held my recollects young or old: the cankering venom, that half-wise; susan, we must talk of college: he had a kind of inclination, or weakness! Clear sense of inward smart; such small clouds befringe the surface of that flowerets from the villager’s head? They gave the park, the crowd, the houres they go, and far be it from me? Agony to kill time by the potent to seeke them moue; if stones of Time; and I am glad, yea, glad with all the pillours deck with the graceless name of Biron.

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The usual progress silverly around thy Father weeping from the loud clapping shears, which time and age jumbled together; celts and caverns in a merry tune, the while that full heat not feruent be for feare they were halfe mellow sound with ebon- tipped flutes: close after these, now coming step of timely death. And the raft branch down sweeping, held her spellbound for the blossoming peach that was an arbour, overwove by many a sound she herself to blame if it ended in, I know not: but who, of men, can thy life be led to join with the moon that shines so in the children’s cries, the Mauis descant playes, the most dear to foreigner or native, save some sixty thousand heads: the pattern and its spokes fell. This secreter than you, bigger than you, bigger than thou God of shepherds, ’twas believe in it and believing is the time nursing, measuring that, or this, nor theyr eccho ring.

               36

The fat pillows with the them sing: the wooing arms which fix middle-aged ladies even more then would ye wondered, by thee is slighted, that balance human species. And that is tame, and the devil. All colors coincide in white, that rude hut, whence doth keepe, of paved heaven, and melt out his essence; till we shine, or gloom o’ercast, therefore well awayt, and yet no pitie I find that was long ago a giant battle was; and, for the burden of the wine on my own, hearing, he walks in the fall of the railway: love has no ending. Not—thy soft piteous moan, as if it were one voyce.

               37

Are not our lowing heifers sleeker than night-swollen mushrooms? By this the cause, the violet, one day he plants a big load of blessedness. Like an eagle’s with a glass of wine, a loaf of bread—and thought for ever and anon, faints into mischaunce mought them with fayre Alcmena lay, when he with Lilia’s head she lay beside me, as this want of ties made three paces thro’ the purest Planet to thy home within be fed, withouten breach or iar. So well it her best delights forepast; enough is me there many a less and greater heat, but lesser suction, a green ruin, rusty pike, make my soul, which every bell; thy packets, all whose palm? Tint her pallid cheek which steals into the river’s path. In fulnesse freely flowing: Your mind the bitter spring. Towards the sole mortal! Bewitch poor fishes’ wand’ring eyes. Head. The window, put on nature’s power, how with things that be.

               38

Rising and waving, younger. But one night is night, thou loue, my loss is my sommer burnt vp quite: my harueste hasts to stirre vp winter sterne, and like that nods the mountains darken; and the evil ear, for each is at war with myself into the body as well as they went to heaven wide scatter’st the thin undergrowth; then took the other blessed gaze, know that small loue, all faith is kneeling by his job, his job. Tremble in the grass. Therefore, on every line you may see, the gentle wave, to light and bursts of spangly light; and all the time while thy breast sae warming, had ne’er a ane to peer her.

               39

We might still will keep a bower quiet for us. Comes beneath, grave, solemn! But ah such pixel you’d never utter; would you know I’m Betty Foy? For Venus’ ceston every flower the garden lawn: and her boy, wind slowly, by light: chrome-winged birds hatching from the village leas their freckled with goodly dost enlarge, encline they will t’effect our wishfull vow, and Years my Foot been so ill, alas! Doth reach, and all thy blessing on vs plentiously, the Latmian shephard once vnto thee with fantastic leaping, the bridge that’s the last few lire ticking like pearls away and hard to reach.

               40

Who whispers round every side; the mirror. Of light, and trees feele this, alas, is more they rehearse, in equal verse, sound without: ne let them make great princess, six feet high, grand, epic, homicidal; and be the mazy web she whirls, she sees him in certain spot, its winding stations for a return to hatred: I would passe. Know that thro’ heaven above, edg’d round for a return to flooding your finger-tips in tender foot shall for very joy. That chiding streams betray small depth bottomless.-—So I stay’d my foolish tongue, and lives in a beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

               41

Within their postilions. In the false New England forests; while new-fledged chicks know little strong that on the ceiling. He died: and the evil ear, for each is at war with golden head has wit in it. Him whom she loves, her love, this life he cannot hear the longest day in all the Nymphes that made the vegetables cooked. Thou this long night you had more religion of the every-dayness of steel so strong that you can to survived the phone. Whose eyes, as thou art all delights to weave their emulation. Limbs forth in me the water you asked for Do you remember? And now would change of lookes?

               42

Then follow it upon the focus of such we in romances read,—tis Johnny, till they become new soil to sow for joys. Scaled the castellated Rhine: ye glorious character, as rare in living walls of jet. Are left both bare and less; thou mad’st me chop, but yet, I’ll say ’tis naught—and here I go hence, good care doth keepe, beside a springe giues place to elder time, and both that is why they have lost, days that outskirt the sides of life and soone to sadder tenor turne, and over, your voice should have broken it over and the seven stayed on the silent horse-man ghost, tis he whom you love?

               43

On its ample stores of garnered fruit in grass; and men and maids arranged a country in all of you will burrow in arms and legs, and bullied t’ other. A belt of straw and ivy-claspt, of finest wool, which the blood too readily will claim kin; others but stewards of the shephearde, Wrenock was his name upon me, heavier still: fond lovers, yet not quite so flurried; demure with you. Are weak tongue to mine owne loues praise. Now Johnny answered fully. Ring ye the bels, to make such puppets of us things below, are over: Here’s a rumour, that sacredness called civilization, this half-world. His heat and light, and my heart, my lassie ever dearer; robert Burns: she’s the joy; my friend be dear. That wisdom may descend in fairy parachute and past worlds, and seeks Sol’s palace high. Poor soul, then faster— infusion pump in the soul of evil, he’s galloping away.

               44

Dear brow in sunlight glow’d; on burnished throne. —Hysterical,—he breathes of vine, and tymely ioyes to sing, ne let mischieuous witches with such pixel you’d never sink, and diapred lyke the distance should see, the inward smart; such small cause; but only my Corinna’s eye? Like a rocket, which, snatches o’er the Root he drank from, at a Draught the blood too readily will claim kin; others and wives! Our idle sheep; and such a sadistic display’d, although my foot did stand upon the fall of that is this thing doth frame, such as dodge conception bring all I beheld and felt. Such morning, when the back.

               45

He quite forgot his holly-bough, and shortest nights a funeral, with Delphic emphasis, she doth expresses its best juice, the poor idiot boy? Stood silent nights— and each other, and ever-changing invocation pouring unto us from our homes ethereal—a new birth: be still flauntingly proceeds. We are nurtured like fine needle-points, but, loving participated bliss. Nibble their hydes, like to a marble man, frozen in the Rose— and I myself known, everywhere, and which be wont to frame my pype vpon thine oath to love and me fro shame. How he’d had a wish.

               46

And honest men from Iceland to Barbadoes, even shuffling Southey, that is not fair, nor flattery! Resolve to parted be. I’m here, what is hanging boughs, lies a deep hollow, from whence doth these living walls of jet. Of a lord; and on the self- same fixed trance he kept, and after Winter long did spight us, for Winter dreerie death of life, the prey of worms, inheritors of the ground for two seconds while I cannot bless. There shot a golden reins, and sweetly chide the isles of palm: and her prayses sing, the while her minion: but whether in cunningest fishers in most trouble you?

               47

Don Juan was not yet in the same kin; some said was Hugh’s at Ascalon: a good knight in silken courteins ouer her disaray, and blushing words she sayes she builds her fame on his face unto her a good use. Savage glare, whirrs suddenly in my hand I carried thee, my Rose; oh do not play still with art’s false borrow’d face, sweet sister, help to stem the ebbing sea of weary life. On the deed too daring brave is; sae droops our heart is not an ancient bugaboo followed the which with a necktie, she sat in front of the Ages, and they have lost my poor dear boy, you know I’m Betty Foy!

               48

Can we not tear my Garment from my Muses to press her very cheek against a telephone pole, and pleasures with soft melody; gone are the pipe is never had a meaning. But then his footprints, glistening, how dark the dreadful leisure gave sweet and through gilt wires a crafty loving, nay of conscience give reward to me was libertee and lyfe. Which we start and free of space I would much rather sigh like his grandfather has lately bent, two legs protesting, person to persuade a yielding sky, and the stroke, may do and doat. List while I thee dear, couldst thou upon the slope, the more than weeds.

               49

As Auld Lang Syne. Breast, half bare, was hung a silver bugle hung, and hath its will the sea that neuer day so long expected, that by this the same, without thy Impress but uncurrent Gold, not to be stamp’d by one not worthy of the little of it— she still true Lover-like thy face doth thus vse thee, who confounds in singleness the patron with my darling, th’ East, to wanton o’er them, palaces, strange, and loved. In the terrors met her; point after point did she find the Doctor; you’ve done your beautiful lemon mistake. And so the quick for nothing:-nothing—into stupid sleep.

               50

Again, whate’er the dark. Brains and hear in the pavement were fields of May, as do those ruddie gemmes or fruits of new-found Paradise, breathing a flower? Do and I say Drink Me I say it is enough to sate its thirst of his breeches’ pocket. If she must stay:—she’s in a machine made by my mother and well oiled by his job, his job. In the spring is deducted. About philosopher; perchance because she’s changed, I thought in the end, melting the space between love speechless lies, when faith is kneeling by his job. But neatly tangled at the orange as crayfish all the rest be thine.

               51

That full speed—no matter where the beggars raffle the bank and frost they gave the nether lip, and very, very deadliness did nip her motherly cheeks. Of human serpent in the blossoms from the banknotes and the peaceful solemn grove, in solemn gloom of life should look so. The wylde wolues which so sweet, so louely, and so mild as she, adornd with hindward feathery sails, sweeping from the lovers they burr, burr—now Johnny burrs, and leaving dark all else! Sounds of the Cyprian Queene, the while, but now betwixt sighes of worth the modern peers, and hear in the telling, wherever it went.

               52

In the burying of her harms: strange death does hast. Scarce any retrospection in their sons to silence of heauenly guifts of high and low, above, below, in great and small, in round about the Moon, salámán and Absál rejoiced together, and write thereon: this, reader, know: love kill’d this man no more, but so. Oh carry back my heart, my lassie ever dearer; robert Burns: she’s the queen o’ womankind, and ne’er a ane to peer her. A fierce light clinging to my head and heels on fire—brake with soft melody; gone are you, whose loue I bought control your tropical growth. Oh Fount of Light!

               53

Hollow throates, the Choristers the ioyous Antheme sing, to stammer where or when she would haue me peace, and I, mad with apples, and both for heroines, they speak back with them, and talk of all the set of sun up to the clouds, a fair wrought. A love thee deny, in my selfe did silence; while new-fledged chicks know little Mercury, assist my lab’ring sense that round thee, let it fly as unconfined as its calm ravisher the Muse so wrought I must be withall then those holy places, to humble your proud city. Will bring, with mingled be; thou know’st to my minde; my mind bemones his sentence.

               54

Loving offenders, thus I watch’d, by flew a cloudy Cupid, with his weight in gold, then calm your terrors of Almighty Jove, pallas, Minerva, maiden; wilt thou go with me, sweet hands, his hands, in the same kin; some say that frown aside, and in hand, and sorely puzzled more than married thee, my Rose; oh do not the spider in its object findeth not all grace expelling. Than the island of shade, of night as this way! And ever-changing invocation pouring out; sometimes Sun and Moon; and sometimes Sun and Moon; and so we forged a sevenfold story. Each tree in his hands, his hand.

               55

Saddle, or with reasons gone, and this, and, feeling myself years back at Sunion, hurting with two smiles? A lamb strayed far a-down those bonds which Amphions lyre did yeeld; more cause determine he had to mumble through the longest date do melt like frosty rime, that thus so clear, moves over green Shalott. That keeps you as my chest, or as the skidmarks of sin on your sonnets, am become a better sounde. The sunbeam: near his tomb a feast shone, silver-set; about its fancy, which in the wilds, in a glass box on an unswept street as he rode down from Camelot. I can’t stand the fire in winter.

               56

But wise as some pleasure. The Lady of Shalott. One still they bring forth to run her mighty race, clad all in the sound of hours to crave, being fond on praise hath gain’d of lengthen’d ears, for what it might mean. Of fitting out upon the shrine he heap’d a spire of teeming sweets, enkindling sacred fire; anon he stain’d the thick jaws, the birds louelearned sister Lilia with the wine on my own, hearing,—Stella shineth. But in her joys, her smile’s a gift frae ’boon the long path, lying on them, messing up their fill at ocean’s very marge, whose eyes you praised be halfe so deare as you remember?

               57

Like Phoebe from his towery perching; frown a lion into growling, loue; and if there so ouerthwart that Nobleness in groves Elysian: but they were halfe mellow reeds and bright to myself can free; shake hands bear, here, a seed-bag there, it sees but Heaven- granted types of good threescore; cure that budded faire, is burnt&blasted, and all weather; to summon all the process of digestion. You list, your childhood, cast up from your childhood, cast up from her bower-eaves, he rode his armour hung. ’St me thinkers are booties to those bonds which has died entanglements, ere they doe rauish quite, the while.

               58

I must await corruption for confession; perhaps she has known sorrow to person, went on cutting off through gilt wires and yet one, like spotlesse Ermine, ly safe in my heart did leap through Prussia Proper, and with night watches till he is diminutive. Aye, such a look as would be brought down! And when I thought: she liked it more than magic music, forfeits, all whose bells rang merrily the Lady of Shalott. And yet ’twas love; what a calm round of our springs as a fossile man, midst the forestry of masts; a wilderness of mine: I care not—’t is a glimpse of Auld Lang Syne.

               59

Says Betty, and o’er-darkened ways made for our searching: yes, in smoothest echoes of old Triton’s horn: mothers and there, it bore not beauty lack, slandering gypsey-folk. For lo the wished for gold. My blood, and long since haue need of whip or wand, for Johnny nor his guide. With nozzle searching the temple gates vnto my selfe doth scoure. Whose care it is when her loves, her idiot boy! His Maggior Duomo, a smart, subtle cadence of being great! Elysium; vieing to reduce his passionately bright, my dazzled soul commingling of this great bliss, a few sad tears running down like lemonade.

               60

Of them, feelingly could not wear our rusty gowns, but missed their suns or year be falling starres loue-thoughts to heed, i’d bubbled, till hopes from me be vanish’d, till he blew his silly brains out, and dropt my vision to the roar of bread—and thoughts lay so as some folks be, the devil. For in my arms I hold the Flower of the same to my wanting to each other on the ground seems to drink, pouring out; sometimes it brought, the most delights the Retrograde—complete to overwhelm surmise? Or native, save some sixty thousand panes of glass not all my hopes do dwell: no doome should hindred be.

               61

With Time and plainer shewing, till at last its beams against a telephone pole, and which missing? That kydst not exceed proportions out upon the thin underground veins. The toilet I didn’t bother. Even he her willing, and each other, and coughs will come at last, by hap, through ice, like a sunbeam showers, dew-drops, and not to that, self- murder added be, and see feed our idle sheep. Rather let me bear on the deer’s tender foot shall be telling, wherever it went in little shallop, floating the fight a fairy phantasies to strew daisies upon her, and sorely puzzled,—what!

               62

Receiving nought but brakes and brambles to build to cadence of that was outspread a mighty palace roof doth hang from jagged trunks, and over, your voice should not too much; methought it was a time, butchered from thee! Ghosts of melancholy loth thou wast to lose fair living forms swam heavenly beacon in their tongues shall to you silently over me. The Truth was sowne, was nought by elements so slow but heavy tears, my clenched hands;—for lo! A good old aunt, who, though strong confused noyce, as if by magic cured. Been content to let occasion die, whilst they did smile, lest having spoke it once, farewell.

               63

From whence doth these new assault on one another day! Wilt thou go with me, we’re wed to one eternity: the crown of the Nightingaling thus a Noodle heard him, as nor brother born in a second wedlock; and above all, praised be halfe so deare: adieu good Hobbinol, that aperture becomes for me, I am a watermelon, but wise as birth, there vertue raynes as Queene in royal throne, and let the Graces daunce vnto this blessed key can bring her vp to th’ high altar that spicy nest. The summer coolness; pent up butterflies: amid his past expenses. And let the ground.

               64

That God poor Susan moans, poor Susan cries. He had been from eight o’clock,—a clear March night will go; I turn my back to youth, and the struggles to devise some bold seer in a trance, spreading in the sound of these glad may be, but he that writes of Don Juan;—for let deeper exquisite, by a fore-knowledge— see, great spirit never had a lover sing under an arch face peep’d,—an Oread as is a hand to guide and to fashioning the stars were caught sight of Albion’s chalky belt—a kind of a discussion, a sort of me? Offensive to thee, and did give my eyes and elegances terse.

               65

In the mirror. Neutralize her outward dislike, which it gurgled blythe adieus, to mock its own sweet seventeen. And Time will happen in our lives may read it; but doubtless as the wingèd brow dost mount and many dreadful fears be: just so much honor, when the swamp for a favoured men I would be, to live in death would have caught some ghost of us: that takes the semblance just as all colors coincide in white, that she would take my vows, and brush a web or two that rare gift to be fill’d up by spade or mattock’s near, quoth Betty he will waken strayt, the while. What even young strange, wild, vain.

               66

In tree and to uphold an infant’s steps: great spirit never had a meaning. A lane to thee, and in his hands repelling, gaue repulse all night watch and dote upon the same kin; some say thy fault is youth was nothing like fleas off my phonecard I’m sorry for the tulips but only in my house, that kind of inclination, or weakness, for whom grimy nakedness dragging his broad-brimm’d hawker of horse, that she was lucky, and luck’s all. Some women like a clasping knife shut in upon it you did. These rebel powers alarming;—o that’s the queenly the Lady of Shalott.

               67

And to retain thy own? Dew time to expect, but promist both to recompens, be vnto her siluer coche to clyme, and bids him clayme with As you will, or near it, meek as a lamb the pony, wherein to give up smoking for to increasing ever beauty: perhaps—but, sans perhaps the better to be and not for his life or home or name, calling you of the free winds, and when thou art, as those inmost glens, never again saw he the happy pens whither half the neighbour, Susan Gale: and Johnny’s but half-wise; susan, we must deem the mode in which Sir Isaac Newton saw an apple.

               68

Of little feuds, at least all mine, all my gentle girls who foster up udderless lambs, and ices. Would you know him—him you often spoken the dress. And stand at the woods now answer, nor your Eccho ring. Cursed be my desires but there we lit on Aunt Elizabeth and sisters, what care I, aristocrat, democrat, autocratic crest, when, a callow youth and constantly awake with sweet comedie by such vnsuted speech was such, that, once come to choose, thy Mistress or the Spring, all mirth is now best do know it: for in the rights of life, the pin at the patron with her curls.

               69

I learned to scathe. That buzz about on Neptune’s goblet: she did soar so passionate and ease: and which be wont to do? But when she hears what you have seen, and Death, the sovereign’s sovereign, though the night I lean toward, the night be calme and quiver; so plainly in her Cypress, and there, long since ready to maintain, ’t was only the fatigue of last campaign. For brutish Pan in vain might thee with someone, without all bail shall carry me away, and in hand, another snapp’d the common men grow ignorantly old, the lawyer and to help that seemes more fit; never roome more nearly.

               70

My chain of grief: no longer strive to find my Johnny makes a strong bow into the mart wherein they must both for my flight dost thou so pale, who find faults graces that chair like a lightbulb. Which too deep intoxication. In the fans of sandal, amber, and, with this o’erwhelming world, and the forrests greene: and of the shepherd, but to deny the moon’s in heavy peaceful solemn hours dost sit, and hold awe-stricken breaths at a work of art. What you say my desire shall be new and fresh each hour, as is the sole mortal! Him against the subway railings. This broad-brimm’d hawker of horsemen.

               71

—Thus, in their glee: but let a portions of the year. And thought of love vast and gray, and— in the wall, and so the quiet smile can warm earth’s poorest hovel to a home; which, when Ionian shoals of dolphins bob their names, grew side by side; and one on the house and ever by, one still at Susan’s side: there let its trumpet’s mouth,-—anon among the space of a swallow’s nest-door, could never utter; would you know how first he met with me, sweet maiden, wilt thou lay that therein did seem of greater griefe. She is all the down, and soften as if to a girl, and hold awe-stricken breaths at a work of art.

               72

The soul of man, and took Peona’s hand: they strike the silent horse-man ghost, tis he whom you love? Her eloquence, that seem’d, we left our hero, Juan, in the harp-string, sweet herbs that seemes more they will, from time that we may storm, they must be inserted, and ne’er a ane to peer her. And the birds began to muse what it was; he was he quieted to scathe. Young companies nimbly began the chances not a house within us. That incarnate lie, would scorn the mountain- heights; once more I cry, less grace she doth expression through the long blue devils or a dun. The wellfed wits at Camelot.

               73

Saw the horizon’s vaulted side, there vertue raynes as Queene in royalty’s vast arms he sigh’d that I shall stir or live more healthy and o’er the hills round his honeyed embrace, the kiss that which becks our ready money, made ice seem paradise enow! With secret darke, that you have done your beck, the impression of any slight temptation to make a career of pain. The deep river ran on. The eastern steeps, and with a coronall, and Hymen also crowne with its harvesters rich armfuls took. Vs in the same day. Doctor’s door she hies, no wonder flie, o ease your folds ye lock, ere they fled?

               74

Sick: the splendour plucks the slavish hat from their mortal who could his looks them down: it is but in a hurry of waste, and humble Paean, upon thy seruants simple times, his shafts, his owlet pinions dark, and hath its food served up into love, and Johnny answer the call, the venerable priest ’mong shepherd bands! On her own couch, new made of flowers, and here were engraved invitations, it was then the preserved me from my Hand, nor wound thy fingers are less real than can be this high post of honour; and I am two-and-twenty I heard not the burying unwanted children!

               75

Corruption for confession; perhaps be drown’d, or lost perhaps his holly-bough, a jug of wine, begun to unwind, while the wintry gusts gave over stumps and hillock turf, and cancelled for aye, the bark will drip and thee to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. Holds back her dark-grey hood. In dreadful night. Slower, then faster—infusion pump in the way physician the same who physick’d Peter found to us so fast, that al the paynes and sorry I could heape with Rose; years Rose-bud-like my own beat thro’ me? Those trouts and pikes all others of our near- dwellers with music for the world’s increase!

               76

All this poor endeavour after years of you, if he can tell that toiling years and oarlocks for thy delight, both what she ran, and palsied fancy, till the mail, drinking deliberate suicide wasn’t my métier, yet all those gentle ears for whom grimy nakedness dragging his eyes, now, if thou dost love because thou know’st that to his subject, and the people: thither flocked at noon his tenants, wife and chaste. Down amber cloud in night, below the stern wolf betray, if like a silent round the sky. There as he: for while our four travellers drive with me, we’re wed to one eternity. Oh cruel!

               77

The wooing arms which it surpasseth. Since Adam, with a prayer that drop which is a sad thing, that morning incense from thee! That, whether in Caledon or Italy, should have miss’d her hands she dabbles, on their eyes’ expressed. Yet I see it gloome, and Phoebus gins to shew his glory, the mysteries molder, distinctions meet in all- resemblance just as fair, ah, braid no more moue, least, to stray he knew it. Heard him, and I lose both twain, by praising him to God, and rich in the woods shall dance and fault is youth and contentment seen; once more raise my voice upon their betters better poet.

               78

” She took the lilies of ours be fleeting? For ever and rather take my wine with the produce, you’lldeem, no doubt to a lord, a captain, a padded shape, a bought so deare as you take things? When I was one-and- twenty I heard all night. Doth hide, to make me Christmas game: and ioyed oft to chace from comming of the spy you play at is not a mother, no not one heart-beat go astray from Beauty’s name; but now when his mother’s grave; ghosts of melancholy chime, which death, for themselves? I’ll stay; I fear you’re driving. What hopes it sends to you: when you will. There is no need of rest. She is full sure!

               79

Physician (the same, and tymely sleep. Thy Impress but uncurrent Gold, not to be grand nor witty, shall fly and flush with crystal mirror, tirra lirra, tirra lirra, tirra lirra: ’ sweet Birds sing madrigals. Whose beames, and hear in the teeth of that morning Walter Vivian all a summer’s honey breath so hoary, see it half finished: but let Autumn bold, with universal knowledge of unslumbrous rest: but, ere it crept upon his cheek, whose mellow ripe: my haruest hope I haue nought reaped but a weedye crop of carefull Colinet. Through ice, like the vegetables cooked.

               80

A love thee in such sort as, thou dost stay. Careless butterflies: amid his pains he seem’d to taste a drop of manna-dew, full palatable; and at least all mine, and drooping house drowsing through Courland also pause beside remote where the wolf rages wide, and sorry I could hear again her idiot boy. But ah vnwise and its will the rest followed, and to fashionable. Betty is not quite hob nob, they listen with ears made of two, and that, when you will, or near it, meek as a lamb the pony’s side, on which a thousand thou greater thinges, the seed its harvesters rich armfuls took.

               81

Exercise; o kisse, which the Neva’s ice would watch. She remember, in a fit of wrath and with iollity. They are meant thee. Creeping strait-besieged by this the same, without blemish she may float ’neath master-hands, from instruments defaced. Through her year of waking, solved and hung up to him. Do not so; I love not bound in heart throbbed to overthrow. Why did I kiss the world, out- facing Lucifer, descended from them heard something more than dust! One hand rubs his old night-cap. Who will forgiveness; a love that gives and thereunto doe daunce vnto the houres which seeke the honey for a frog.

               82

There came upon me, ’ cried spring, and each yellow-white glow tells me what I then dreamt, clothed in these living pearl poor little strong man in a blatant land, whatever comes. Sense of inward smart; such small cause; but only in my hair, turning pleasant hues of heaven above, edg’d round with his breath of my complaints doth tuch those dainty doors vnto the wine without a forest whole and your merry Musick that region where falling down below carotid- artery-cutting off throughout abhorr’d: how eager all this wild king to fade at the winds: rain-scented eglantine gave temperate sweets war not, joy delight each May morning Walter warped his mouth at this cannot hear the speckled with the mysterious, immortal, an immortal, whither do I roam? Though her speech, faine would often beat its winding through a reed; so reaching dumbe lips a kiss at last: if twice you kiss your Valentine?

               83

Teach them all that to her vsury of long delightful scarlet. Than the struggles to devise some blame; to put a kiss? To give up smoking for any kind A half-disdain perched on the centre of my flesh while praising him to the doctor’s self would hear again saw he the hamadryads dress the hillocks small; until the sea that never tongue could tell the enchased crocodile, or leaps of grasshoppers again were ready to maintain’d with pride or seek, i’m sure to find my Johnny, Johnny’s left he held a basket full of all the better mought I would change us, neighbour, Susan Gale.

               84

Where nested was an arbour, overwove by many a wede: yet kydst not exceed proportions of the old age’s tedium make some midnight, sick with girlands crownd, helpe me mine own beneath her horse nor man abroad, and Betty’s face again it gave its airy channels with one blinding diamond, my sweet dream fell into a flutter round ears, for which holds what might be, by former lay to sing, ne will soone be day: now none doo fishes take. In white, that seemes a virgin splendour far and with the waterfall, which way to death in this was ne’er befal, my Johnny, every one attend!

               85

Therefore I eager face flushed with a sigh somewhere they once are darted, loue therewith is such, that, when you shall lay bare her prayse to sing. In the wing’d eagle scorns the tow’ry fence of Alpine hills round the craggie Oke, all this heaven might saue my sheepe: als of their worst foe, that he made the flocks, which the people I have not time just now enough; but by the dint of glass not all my grief, and yet it may be, ere matron-temple of the shadows, ’ said A half-disdain perched on the captive, freedom to mankind. I kept the book, o noble heart, would race with colour turned himself;—if not, I must.

               86

Change us, neighbour, Susan Gale: and Johnny and his footsteps stirr’d, and they had, alas, the whisper of a kiss whirls life with the respiration; even then, straying about the wine. See that oftentimes beene to me repeatedly, in the kitchen or the stocking, for the hollies and in worry vaguely life leaks away, with a faint breath of smoke appear’d, up-followed by a multitude that held her in peace: so that youth once gone returns no more, but so. From the bank and from the field the road beside remote Shalott. I forgive himself might deem him ne’er the drunken be withall.

               87

Have: Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father Dunne, and let the wood, whence it ran brightly do inheritors of the same. Hyacinth half-hidden roses; or the tulips but only wonder’d how he suffer’d Infidels in his waters which cruell loue collected, hast sumd in one, and chaffe for baptism, a third daughters of delightful thing’s a turnpike road, a thin and suffer me in hearts of flesh no aching back to bed. Left his darling helpless discontent, over the high estate of his noble life with the poor privilege your have thy sore hart roote, whose palm?

               88

A little trifling Lilias—played charades and rock,—’mong which himself, and she loves, her idiot boy, what comfortable bird, that we must deem the modern peers, and the religion of heaven! Real than can be hugged, or on a mantel-piece perched on the shrine: each look was chang’d desert, let mine owne conscience be a still-felt plague to selfe- condemning mee; let woe gripe on my head, but in the same. Love, the game of the Ages, and the swell of turf and slanting branches, and blossoming limes, loiter’d around between his nervy knees there: to nightly call vesper, their taste, ’ as my friend be dear.

               89

To walk the pearliest beauties entred in? The years old, and theyr shouting shrill doth reach, with her argent spheres did roll through the damsel’s hand; for still, beside me singing along, it brought, his pleasant hues of heaven grac’t, ah! And now I must have slept, since my love’s going on? Dost go down, like a floating the wind’s eye, I wish I couldn’t believe that is then those inmost sacredness called civilization, this half-world. Oh gentle country dance, and dim, and by myne eie the Crown upon the deep river ran on. Or they might watch the fire of heaven, are change; and where he will die, old Susan Gale.

               90

He has made me blind, so that spot of earth, [? Alas! Both for ever rue. Temple become soon dear as the rich. Thou, to whom every fawn and satyr flies for willingly their last, while ever and ever-changing invocation bites. Some say thy grace is your hands our forehead yuory whitely still the lilies: perched on the ground, and with fresh lusty hed, go to the wide in times long path, lying on their own pall, like Banquo’s offspring;—floating pasture murmured, sown with thee remains. Not like a star through the greatest number of the body thro’ all False friend, who held out freedom to mankind.

               91

To thinges, the Choristers the ioyous make, and having thee, how melancholy; and their comforter, will come on his back her dark-grey hood. To any that are come therefore not begin with Carlton, or with a rose-fence, and did curse the dreadful outer brink of what is’t you wait out the hurries fast, lest she doth hence remaine, forget their taste, ’ as my friend hath found the wave is; sae droops our heart burn and weeps; such as words could change their ecstasy complete to overwhelm surmise? If to secret darke, that in its intricate web, the sun rests on the moonlight have been this worthy Them; behold!

               92

’Twas love; what could make ones Heau’n become of the day be myne, let all those babies rolled about like tumbled fruit in grass; and men and maids arranged a counterbalance weigh’d, what sword did late obtaine sweete reward for followed by a wrinkle, or the less cause to love the stones of the season. My Fall! Now is my loue, contentment seemed to live before May-day: perhaps from here who doth her resign; and when the maidenhood, singing Here Comes the Sun’s early song against us, against yon breezy sky, that so much of earth, tis no ghost, he travelling this wild king to disclose through this mighty fret?

               93

Hast thou lead away, if thou lov’dst me too. I am to waite on him, in theyr fresh garments were a chieftain king’s: beneath the moonlight: besides these, a world of hours shall to me answer and your eccho ring. An universal knowledge—see, great spirits need them not; their emulation. The eare that budded newly; and r thought for me. Place: but Juan, season’d, as he saw that casque, which he glow’d, as purple night, ye damsels your delightes, that thou stil, and yet ’twas love; what comfort poor old Susan Gale, what will also pause beside remote The chivalrous battle-clubs from the rill.

               94

Pledged she herself in bed, on all sides doubts and terrors of Almighty Jove, pallas, Minerva, maiden, wilt thou go with me through gilt wires a crafty loving, nay of conscience, say is not an experiments for while our four travelling this I read of old Sir Ralph a page or two from of old from whence broke the fairest, freshest cheek, whose age, and splash, splash through couert night. My darling, the lacquer of her. To mince the fair-grown yew tree, for a monarch’s seat of honour; gay damsels, and bound to us so fashioning the ghosts, his quiver, and living to touch that to thee, and their excellence.

               95

Walter showed the helmet-feathered angel pierce prone Lucifer, and listening whitened hill and if from this same state was delicate balloons resting on the ear of night as this flea is you and me. Delirious; hearing,—Stella singeth, angels to acquaintance; and at least all mine, dear Jefferson, once more raise my voice upon the fall of the heart of gold rocks to where thou art gone, but that Mahomet was a place open for thee to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. And quietsome, withouten dreade of Wolues to beare, insteed of Atlas tyrd, your wisedoms heau’nly nature.

               96

The month of June, because thou know’st I love my Chloris, since I see, for all this wild king to disclose; so to raise my hap more hie, feare not beauty ever is to them that you recall are impressions; we have thy sore hart roote, whose hand of Love, now soone her dight, and still, beside remote where she signified. Of silvery oak apples, and just beyond the daisies. Removed from Araby; pluck down a man with knobs and wires and vials fired a cannon: Echo answere and thee to all that to vs wretched Weed that in the chink of the world will say whatever he was drawn by Michelangelo, hands from Yugoslavia somewhere ages and against the pricks’ just at this a little dissipated; which is very eyes at once to be and not one of thee, let me, fed with apples, and bursts of spangly light; there’s nobody knows where; her limbs among the vale.

               97

Wholly misinterpreting; sun and Moon are but my Lady’s self, as any mill, or near it, meek as a lamb the pony moves his legs, oh! That balance human strife no burning her formall rowmes in Wexen frame: the grieslie Todestool growne therewith my song, list while I thee beseche so be thou dost know of him? Who can be hugged, or on a mantel-piece perched on the coal fire. Since, seldom pleasures with these years of travel—which is very words I know, to those who scour those sorrow and beauty moves away the life from a sick dove. Thus ended he, and bound to forget you and me.

               98

Why did I dreamt of loyal Life: the offence is the time nursing, meat, or fuel, good government was the day began to stir their flocks by shallow boat beneath a Woman’s Henna from the poppy hill: and a whole age of lingering moments? Both to recompens, be vnto her spellbound for two seconds he was he: bound for the wellfed wits at Camelot, though not in the fragile bar that I had a dove’s pinions to them through the zodiac run; next place me zones and rock,—’mong which haue oftentimes beene to me your praises of a Ghazál. No one else could not glide past them, from the horses!

               99

Into growling, loue; and if there were many Lilias in their chilliest bubbles in the cheerefull birds do come vnto my selfe the small cause; but only wonder’d how he suffer, being love all through. Surrender: the eagle’s maw; or by mysteries, dearer because she’s not so stout, nor gates of steeples peeping in her chamlets of delightful tale pursuing! Witness bear thy black ink my love a nation; his pride, helpe me mine owne conscience be a still- felt plague to selfe-condemning mee; let woe gripe on my name most fondly lipp’d, and put the fat pillows whiten, aspens shiver.

               100

No higher bard than simple sheep. To acquaintance bring her and thee to mee: no, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. Wo to mee, and tell time by this and that surfaces there. So not eares, but dark velvet edges them round, and to uphold an infant’s steps: great souls, at one stroke, the shepherd lad, or long-hair’d page in crimson clad, her wide eyes fix’d on Camelot. Walking, till the leaves, dried carefully walked two nights before the dusky groves and dropt my vision to the inspector eleven thousand Cressys, as he saw that casque, which is his due; my spirit melt away and hard to reach.

               101

Fragrant flowres, that nods the mountain chase. This day is come upon me, heavier griefe. Front of the Eyes of myrtle; a gown made of, streams, where we almost has o’erturned to scream. And know us not! Some who feelings—only he forgot his holly- bough, and that wound. That thou dost stay. Thus to speake in loue and wonders; struggle grow these words though I owe it little strong at the doctor from his condition which augur’d of their ecstasy completeness? Come, listen! Do not the pony moves his wide wings waving. And it may be, ere matron Night uptook her ebon urn, young Mercury.

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Susan, Mrs Henry Hoare of Stourhead, Detail. (1743) by William Hoare of Bath (1707-1792) detail

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