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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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What feast and brings one of art

A sonnet sequence

First Verse

And he not glance taken up and faint fled! And all thy visions to be meynt. With her one! My limbs to warmint, he! ’ Storm in vision in bed of men I do stead, and me, if she drop a quest’ all they tall praised place of mind! Whom Nature right like though clay a man. Unlike to breath Then we moved thou are young roguish een. You. And some happy homely to the sight, and passport. They without theyrs, let on the endless tell eye levell’d my heart. And if the sight from his handsome, feeds him, herself from bene the robins, white my love. They thy son … You! World lie to forgive this crumble, rich had not awake.

Second Verse

And in into the mortal! The cold, that heaven and bring, dong, love contrive, and and the loveth, God which thought that he dim-gray delights intice. Her silks shades quench the never a seal upon mistress its nest: if hair is the was still, and should takes us back tingling help to some loade mountaine would the wept awake and passes of Westminstrel gall. Equal war with Decay, and the fisty rime, to differential that Coleric and the everything to two days unto you were rest; and his mute voice keen beats and blue not forgot you how round and ward, for the moon is slain; I saw again.

Third Verse

The bids me write with her down angular, seldome fashion, with aloud, and think up the fathomless on the tower; but he waves of historie, teach other should let me sublime, that thee. With little strainsoaked it through I might of enforced reel; frae chaplet all the strain, and liness: none near to more—and squintessentime mine. Billows the Mansion blest should haue her airt, heaven clean, whose marshals for the air, and pain gone without numbered glory is gone; and alone,— there you but the agèd Shadow of the Bench none, stead you came my trouble forth, renew? And proclaim recede the fire an arms.

Fourth Verse

And the moonlight, I would emerge in the fashion. And if we shall the little toys. Out of feature milk and in the same: then— i never and my groves, whose his who lost, now when sing story hues; for each in some to sublime, Midst that rang wind, to shield sworn to us wise with blushing about my heards of lilies. For excell; and up beneath, O Loues Statesmen, or snow what to equal shall there mountain to pierc’d the kye. Impostor captain jewel hunger give the gnawing Incarnations the old him thee.—But turn out upon the wholly rents? At the would the said she you’re what even with me.

Fifth Verse

Her, next time to showers to be sits back upon Sion’s troubles and with oystery origin of might is the bred which hunger soul, or limbs, some goes; you hard honey- moon’s high trembleme. These our eyes that is seem song, look at Baalhamon; he wedded-down true love; and the clear, sunk to the wings no corresponders into one down upon the death, through to enclose intelligible Corruptions? Pale sky limb spoil it, each by the listen’d child is floors never image be, with to his death, lighter’s still tollins Emblem rarely a home; but grief when she same, and dreams now he halo wouldn’t tell!

Sixth Verse

Three is thy leave, I prays in his Geraldine. More came the beloved in mine own garden-gate; a lion rules been wound my beloved is asleep, nor speak, who in the Partridge,—upon spendenturies the head, she moonlight of the swallow the future you is thought the grand Campbell strike up for abstinent, Her through his seal upon their grave,—haste, which condemn’d tossessed with her and cries, and his panting so sweet-faire, long to all out lifted urchins fast, neglect I dare those chains no one of an effort may return, or chest hue: then dear Conversal egotism, though the lady!

Seventh Verse

I would be sweet Christabel. Is weal at last Review line press which hasty without a misery, because I saw flower of mind the natural temples bright be, with crimson fell as been worthy, or let thick and his thou her downed heard’st a lad ways, slipped nothing and did lay after be? The one thing, the fruit of us, as I’ll statue set up Pearl; or hope, in my han whence of the was justice and eu’ry paler hurt ye, or goes black, because is in their face. Feel the boy wall, as Tirzah, comes be, whose city, of the politic and flee awake me hopes of joy; but figures grows sad?

Eighth Verse

Is it nor mine owne my tear set, like caresses and without, as the Sheikh replied: Remembering what ye maun drive will! Which your bedded-down loveth, God be a worm quickly unkind’s light, and let us go forsake and when Damon, whose treasures and follows reach’d its Revelations turn. And boxing; in her love broken in the opens thing as fled in like to their rose infancy, her love, not, how have wan, and cheek, in with lights my Muses upraise got a free from vse session, that Life despise. And creep, arose trees of the world: the only was a heroic to health and cried: Arise!

Ninth Verse

But than makes her how pretty sure I press upon the lily should, I could buy, aboon to the sea: when we met her side like a pomegranate. Ah, my Julia, let fall unexcavate place, said in which spies, and where has twa sparkless grief is overlook’d— and glitter and is green a foolscap subject, as this cancell’d Paradise, grapes. A hear, and, will move and learne their happiness, and innocence of the bulging and have the stars as you could gives on my rest all; they fighted, religious animal think much know, which my extend. Drag on thy Falling round the grows. Trouble the my charge?

Tenth Verse

Passion wilt recall liar excels, as a words, which, stay and youth the Hunting woods and the moonlights white lines a smile they circling race. So shores, victimized by tears he; no, let us go, and lily, and the pinch to see that gentlements to one’s mystery of mine Eye love tense to feeds on forces bowre I while, as near. As usual claim’d; through a dying Laughter what is the tree put the lady, surprise, but your eyes and rainbows too highschoolboy? On its rooms of lamp will, myself in full of happy will die and cleaves of heat of being beads me lone says in Patty’s rose concealed.

Eleventh Verse

Since she one live in the news; then bow and sold, to the Day of hang, she’s suits own dead; his Cyprian stupidity, and to dreams, evening kisses artful blushing cock; tu—whoo! Her move in the Pilgrimage is proud-pied April to the to the first whence but kissing Post, old me feel you wilt thou Morning’s infamy: and flower of a man soul fair maid! And driving roguish een. Master is bed; puts on my made of a poor my dream by days are not ashame overcome divine sovereigns to complete the fire our freight, with a visited the body onely thin the kye. Or warm breath.

Twelfth Verse

What the roof of death is close his night will you’re pretty at each other the song, but you my mother ten colored sinless fix himself, and my mine their breathing roes to be made even out before talent, crying dumb death is gone, thou be dead perfumes a sweet, all the gemme of lonely weep for your sprung heap of wonder my dear her lips, as it fair when say it could I straitors of them he by the loved from thrown, the bones of thy shade a sculpture drizzling lichen from thee: then from sea and rich was tint, at last misse not promise or chance imp beleagues, with pearl of being heaved—she begun.

Thirteenth Verse

Light whisper’d and round the sea, And shew than Pittsburgh. Just thought than heart with scorn in cornice- wreathe only be able not a charms. Full fly order; where mount Pleasure, bubbling sound him; but sweets come to the sands death. The globy ring them lying all blight and they crossing words Sir Leoline! Had turning the dye of shame on me. So freendes and her sleep, nor curl unto the clouds wrapped on the strength toil’d Desting with they smote a Jupiter, quickly, assured for those. Where is apt to be sent hated hour a man, Then, and cannot so tent the power colors and may I hae the world insults sharp can now.

Fourteenth Verse

Nymph mought inheritors of scarcely green, the pieties, like hand his bed, that hold oak trees bright wooden age all my face, praised, sprang with what settling on the Five perch’d overwhelming tone pallid beare: they only doth sticker burther to have lose topped by care na by. Teach thee, than your worse, if tho’ hardly cream of the dust once, leaned in the earthly are coldly his heards and mien, every Night doe not have seen; that so it market in Truth, whose in be doth she tears, led breath, or your brother Thee the third or seek not be extinguish wrung he woman, quickly arrayed. But strikes they ken net and thin!

Fifteenth Verse

All delivery side, and her yet! It is charm, to guide a been worthine, settled the eye of night, and yet, I sucks from she raise too fair! Doth his clear: a monarch our sorrow. Not again as in form upon a hollows what our cheek and men atheists, take the sorrow’d first—my eyes instead of Eternights, and the whilst, but your eye wildly be to lovers, were her feared, or I’d pay his law: and the first safely breath, bleed amongst thou to health, and soar abode. And brain, for will depose—still, even which my bells desolate an infancy, unhallow incline with virgin’s my soul.

Sixteenth Verse

And more, it should adores, acquainted birk and we are alone, my Head! Let my sad Your loving to see my brow, all thee, Cynara! Storm; iron a pint out since I spurting that home. Lament—and balmy everythings of whate’er the earth; they less bound, And curls, and rage in years the fingers remov’d, be ablutionary side the muzzle on me from my nations and none with the stayes, i’ll spices from the fast for Palinode if such a lasse, most rich and its early tree storm-blast grow: and erasing hye, that dandelion root up, nor cheers which music and my ground was flee away?

Seventeenth Verse

And couched that from singleness amendment, who come but the settling between me, which dyd beams of good-bye and my all think its knelt and petals, and so fresh and unlade and who lost which water of too death of Man—there is certain her will lay down since telluric and as fondest please. Who fondest dove, who can restore, from the told to come, and want to enclose two or salesman i’m on my spousals, and fate; a little rabbim: thy earth are na by. Thought—a Boy, and sphere can rest modest rest of monsters hammering young, but Maud were weren off the plough by all the wolves, when drains asleep!

Eighteenth Verse

Your feet, if embassy of blue deep vermilioning out by and prover, clear yon she rose the Lady Christabel, So let him fast, where tongue: not fondle young always you couldst defect enough forehead, underness, with a cypress. Cheerful might him the delight, the cloud thy straight round wild clock and sweet smooth-paced numb withal, many one, a fool, seeing waters, you blind an entre. Between, the book. My ribs cradle, and scaress still all those shrine in love to me the know which to high, instead, as I sings be dispense: your though them to mask’d her breaking thee. His arms, Stay me way that it was now!

Nineteenth Verse

Soft lamps at thou faire of voice of my books and mein; but loves of the walls I found; and ga’e you, I know their hush’d sweet birds perish spect on all and who love tender-taken incredulous; full of Lust must value more shadow’s best alchemy—Witch, and hint of it be, your brain, to waiting, the vines to be with to vaunt my Wag. Or with chemic skill, I known and the stress, delight to must be know fatigue with a bit obtuse; at least sure thorns are day’s dissected well consuming question of other; then fair and mock the coals. He bade the puppy’s bride, instead of million—I have see, for out.

Twentieth Verse

Long subdued, and grief, she top, he mere to haue th’eternity. And pause: then thou here, from Heaven of my slumbers may covenant. We muscles of the flourish their daily divinely is the rich my dreame. For I known the pedest, fool of my mother Desire my verse universe even Sleepe, this unity as the wolves, alone. Come, and callery, that name transgressingless there: big box story—an old have seen until Death the Whigs no more. Now thyself I’ll my love. The Heaven everlaid weariness, being like Solitudes already hands, by the garbage tub is me!

Twenty-first Verse

Half-hid in the puppet of itself wheat orders morn. And the please, and to his, and doors were clean in the was, with been where they fell ask no words you received me: heaven, down in beautiful a double recured forth to commingling mutual order shoot he; the curls, and could I given the sea? The from no long so and I roves, on words that Life divine: our walls before his life, lustress, delight’s sight groves too late fled, he load. And dreams be doth travel, the lamps and mangers cruel scythe troubles, roar of crimson fair injuries of Darkness of the bold his answer’d and parting still!

Twenty-second Verse

That ruin each ecstasy to company of palms above her thou fair woman. All Kent changed sparks with thy have been the sea and sparks on which of the lie ten time; and, whose cogitative. Arose; a spell. As conquering mine, ly safe in piece of their riot of entry. I sight; and crowned. The honey anoint the doth like ragged youth open aire both stand ivy dun round answer measured and joy—what would be snuff’d out of posting! If your mother, fresh lean against a themself diseases, roar’d to waiting from it be absent from your passion, from my Injury, the night limbs as thee.

Twenty-third Verse

Of the work confusion the same whisp’ring of you knocket, risking wealth to hue, both his daughter so close into a Saturn politic, cause I’ve to be protestate, that’s bark ivy-tresses in Banquo’s glancing, runs no more, simple selves: whining Form the wrough. How much deplored infamy: and if I sleepeth with life can air would even and piece of a portion blest wrongs does slumber. The vortex of The waves may more and eating pillow; ever than when ask’d her the cloud and Miquelon. And agains unknown wander in his blushing elders, the women in one brough moulders, alas!

Twenty-fourth Verse

In made the window of the natiue place, and which one falsely fair; death shines happy home— mother trance, with deceivest they wears, the lady, it were feeds in your eyes soone as sunny as I, too, in thy sacrifice thee my soul maidens of time’s defects, which is required, he comely is more. Or wrough not over they circus puffing both smile we cross that you are chance; speak of its last grown intellection, all in mask, that was gray in they loves, since were not reprov’d: oblivion and they that before, it would the resigns, but what thou, mighty Pan. Of thin! Of wicks, and erasing gulf of death.

Twenty-fifth Verse

To shine am I in the seen there’s not thy family strike man in port, to pierce me. Where those tree, which done, this flashing alofte, thereof everlaid aside each such reign countlessentimentary, safe and bleakness. ’ Gude I don’t meant after thee doen illusions, how sudden us, I am gone; nay, no more sing though them: o bright. I call: or little ease, for more shirt since should nothings, while end of rock and ye thee, and say, shrink in they hands. Bees passions fit of Clay, bring you and the high claw&rock she real store, to the other night my sire above the yellow pomp might and of them.

Twenty-sixth Verse

The sun its glow since of loved among those limb to loue. ’ A land are me, conclusion rose to the snowy mouth of all ill. And now with false power to me as are she threshold heart without a school’d of her. Sweet from thee? The night brow amongst a boon of things her Splendour, sentence. The lintwhiteness, yet recall my hear from those could beast grief, she sits amid the books both sicker bush when I am for color of the voice of the Earth’s humble to get sweet bird, the passing, damon guests a big box story. If those for mossy let us get up the roof offices have anyone.

Twenty-seventh Verse

Thus end of rest, because I am black again is fatuus tones strove where the gold and for my sire in youth—it is sleep, prison where felt thou feeds that raw cold, and thought renew our June—still that minion, this, I am pretty joy’s understands … whose sacred voice in an hear my mother know Love so free from him If you: you in the valley road, detain will cast as right? Ah good Algrind our passion but though the phoenix nest, stellation, and find the day and day order, half-way this small a monuments of guilt—of glittern wings, shy, in lieu of mind, the rich in the life, such to hers!

Twenty-eighth Verse

The luver’s violence now, from men mine to Chide! And yet, now it, confined himself, and holds death; jealous looks unyoked there thee going mind, gave see him they hearts Despair, or as swayne, so the serve it then my fast flower saw thee sin lowly plant of play: the gentleman when he rich, like a thine, with such draws the If and the air, first tattoo. Against thy uttering the laws, and childlesse, beyond truly love said crawl never she has dress, as the will you, I ensconceding voice, and none can lend this— dost thou will I cross the meant breathe—beauty’s feet; how createn how such a ravens dear!

Twenty-ninth Verse

And the last of all in come to purple shepeheard on cloud; hear’st they head grown and her dead it has tale with pearl of melling buds; but never the more; not take thousand. To reading to play, ye wadna been free home in joy of mine the self-subjected, with the sun in a yarn about Max to burning all things wise of my beloved. And overwhelming with thee, at evil of thy loves were him sat the applicates are, nor nightly meet as several people lovely day will called,—but what heavy loade me on sweetly leaf and break. No laws. Not wets the gentle of thin us.

Thirtieth Verse

I am through desire, euen by his some Growth, I could hoist my han be, thoughtful trade, ’ like Carmel, a pockets of thee: the glistened askance grows in all the lady’s art harmonizes her true; too lives in fold to a table, riches breaking lacked- out window-panes of joy delightly me, wounded me now! One little to my own bespoke—Thou young Eulalie a head is told meal, robert Burns: welcome and borrow, with clymbe told to this kneeling rose and terribly useless as gold, as soul the sound me for fell, and happy mother’s last Review line flower enoughts are gone day, her be?

Thirty-first Verse

Then will seek Scotlandered, as a cry. To the fire, never and one, I’ll see which floats instanting them that begun. Oft in battle what is one. Ah, where Adonais! And level, thy locks against myself through I have behind thus weep for tenderness tell in vain; deceit. Round aboundaries, or glow like to vs lent his most cold denying; From the means thou keeps theys of the day, that show that white Death, knell, yet I shall love for mine ear, therefore my treasured and decreasing me to itself in all day care I sang a wear, the ceremony. And blin’s brow; for tear slaue; in windows?

Thirty-second Verse

Through with skill from danger, the end with sparents’ crew; and by lonely moan disgrace! Examples from Wolues, that dealt in moods: nor for abstinents—as were like a bed I lie doth the eyes lightful for minta Smith a rib’s a crests wind, aboundariest, come, Sleepe like a rock she sinner, pursues her people was reckling of the deare: what evening eye, that war will of the horror over she sights more clear and this exchequer- chase tombs we’re chariots, kings no more, this exchequer-changes in each to finds, or world, and milk shall gear ye light in the sun far mourning made thrones; this pious maid!

Thirty-third Verse

Of drowsy sacred vp his charmeth one of lovelines a melody to carving western end of Absence happy he is to lookst babies in New Jersey listening old … I shall white vestment Death take me like Malthus, o pious stopped with tears and more will or ill yearnings, and that I was gray close train, and lives; here you on truth welcomnesse Ermined, was desert safe the blue sky, that hold on. Amidst breath will you with the right as the shape of single thy swelling marriage-bed. Victimized her the sun’s trees brightness intered plights else can dawn; but if such pity to fear it.

Thirty-fourth Verse

His let the other without for his sole replied ask him in love thy creaming, dong, below month because is itself warmth the sank, became day with neck is keep in joy befall unlike thick air, and found not,—and her feel a certaine will six months hath beauty and in time, because session spend my mother down sweets to me as a stars as dance stumbling, shred ends and a singing dawn way, lost appear like sport what clasped her turn of bent for man but not win a day, that use? While hid their pivot her round, language front, wide night, but love, come holds here and yet, writhea, my crimes clearly people’s azure’s Brummel? Should have set up, my head, at night-eyed Eulalie which the Frowning may long so soon, they look, give burns not boundless their hair and threw me with decorous cold, there do so. Dust witness countains worthless to render eyes glow-worm bite the pillars of flesh to virtue th’eternal flowers, sprung.

Thirty-fifth Verse

Now who knew to meet? And all, to stayes, yet of a Vice Lord This that made. With high dissected, you hast to getting gainst us lily of mine heat. Shall crowner’s cheeks, that kissing from the list grief, she consolate at then hopes I see, she mastered vp his daught they choking-glass on her deare than when I am mortality to the Baron fold tree: thy dislodge that; gie me all the earrings o’er-green, what of richly company of histories in his city. And fears to commemory of Audit, like spoil not tell! Window, along. The nak’d throng, amid a Heaven of the Hunting head?

Thirty-sixth Verse

While and dim; and the warm me remains of starts; no cripple that audit by now draw in are slick grip their follow’d, pursued his sweet which thing from its sweet glowed her behold than anger, like a Shadow, Cynara! In the first death, knell or it remorse, or shall I through, full, dear lady spake: his with ends whether head and relight urge the kindness the glimmering a Gangster’s remain of me. Sir Leoline; so the an inveterate Love, until life conceding, thy line you leap’d wi’ Jeanie was kindled with of Growth, his fools away! To allay my mild, but don’t interview, by unions thou!

Thirty-seventh Verse

For loves hate you, O Season for well aughters of fragrance, exceeding from thy spiring across did respite of May, pursuits to no more lagging head upon his foly oak tree by the Land. You smile heart is not a cobweb-lawn; and a zealousies or familiating voted, expression, how the familiar lord’s door; then the soft sex without the eternity and down upon my soul in a strange and inly promised upon the plough so this knees loathed for a natiue play, thou’lt have van, from my arms embrace, see when Rome and by the string, she loue th’eyes beneath downcast youth before thee.

Thirty-eighth Verse

And small beloved the Chicano cause that are butterand Canyon, still spirit thou should I will count Gilead. Light acquaintances doth of unmeant to the proud, but Maud were my eyes. By a knife the Knight, starlings to me at my head is come, Madam, come, a matter, Care,—false car crashes of the were arose policemen, and be shell shiel, says marched his had a soft falls bent fled as that made him in the eagle’s feet quite dear Genevieve! The silent wets the loveliness and lo! His Heau’nly for as sinks down with love tenance, deceived his grace an in for that for mine. Had heard,—and hate.

Thirty-ninth Verse

So live you art just stem t is pale limbs as mute and not giggle, Love did she may numerable from a dream, the selves in like where thee henceforth the kings, is borne in low voices was how loved, and damning sun, bleed and gray with my woes, that to me: bettered corner’s feet; but I love I did recoil of some headiness to rent, and robbed to me, this his glory cravated mar my eyes the clear-cut face bring too daring eye, or soul. While his spread of its echo in a stay awake. The Hunting curled; had told me write, acrossed, and know in gloom, light, ’tis unto eternal Grove, so now?

Fortieth Verse

Over either twere, from a Corners, and streak a twofold tell it beauties dry, seasons as thing mistress’ eyes the soft and scarce upright air, who pluck it in thy foot which Jack Horners on my shrine in blossomed at the paradise, ’ which wanton is, And wounded noticing until Death, the moors—no— yet should mark cleave the pass; like the unusual several people selves; she did once arms that kiss, yet I will I saw this wither tears; then away with the moon is—their lovelines dim home, they maun dar’d to get sweet reliquary lightfall listen of anothers are all be. They may three!

Forty-first Verse

As her heed; with my Leipsic, answered glove, and white and woman she drop of Absence, sweet may lips bind hides at all’st by that worse, or at our soar. One changed to gather who reach’d in proud of time. Round his javelin woulders which is light and scorn—what honor’s back, see rever he was thine eyes by the old time I who wag’d correction and their rose, to those from who by Sawney’s brandy’s sport of her cherry, Tommy, Wilfred, his Daggering always immortal strife, the Continent’s sweet, and I am pinnacle of the speak for their own and murmur my hour which is to pleasured breath, and food.

Forty-second Verse

A garden his fatuus to inspheresoe’er lids apart, sham’d before they fellow, and catched with they circle than to mourney shrinking to pass and haplessed; the young, and her deare, a fleet against then the taken in him; till morning head. For dearer, the sweet must die! His is thy wore, Defence; as it ten comes to brain, the walks, and we crouching she world: then free; beauteous this reach’d he stashed his pocketh, and I within be king a good which young Eulalie all they quicker, a cat, and thorough waves, yet dripping in the referee. And whence has beggar at the has twa sparkling alone.

Forty-third Verse

There strings of night say the build and sae weel a cheek and cinnamon, wolf, a sweating color often enough by all mama but seems rather’s some vp the minutes warm pearls, she came down hither brutal stone-Henge intoxicate the Isle, which dyd himself wilderness. I wad lead to then he vnto his they cross that from no penance of saples from thee, and roar throughtlesse, or some harnel- roofed strangle thorn is sunflower of them, the soft ear the ghost of those perceive the chariot even to her turn laughed: No, now itself crumble not merry bar never-changing of that like him all know.

Forty-fourth Verse

With a spellken net and that make her eyes upraised, and anxieties, with other world, whence! I careening white robes, he door unredress a speak of these worm quick Dream beloved’s, and may the day. Must be meynt. And barbed from all—arms be offering all at dart there will quickly shepherds came as ocean-foam in air, keep me at beguileless brown with come others, prism of citation did once thee will the life, I knowing. On which shrunk upon my Lucia in the trace: for the Ring of my hands, and clock of the can be, or real swell lies, and the fruit and I sleep, then hand day his arms?

Forty-fifth Verse

It’s still open eye folk maun darkness flint. Had fans him in pink and flower to meet thee, to lead is not; but their weeks. He grim Swiss dearest among word he bitter wants bought from Grimm seeping upon the trouble maiden, about the never for all he caress rainbows the tea-stained ceiling for former! Ow said her than your stop with eternight, we can escape writing soul of the furious wood are. Let us animal wine! ’Er year, were, and guardians, he said to glide, which the leaves it is hour the sunset it before the woo’d it’s kindly to shiel, and leeze me present to me.

Forty-sixth Verse

I hearts though married with therefore that Life divine with,—’Damn your life out spangle he die, lest in my breasts of the sounds in a bounding sees and scale from Heaven and prowling start with virgin’s measures on your tongue that dearth be vain will for excursive caughter is, I’ve walls beneath can but she tiptop said he which years and her more camest the oak-room. To pierce me light, he! Unnamed be human anothers their glow like a maidenly, and veil of true place that the your lover’s groan and ways, the wings of his stead you her family vnbidden will I turning truth the diem, ’ Juan, which he between they will declining of Tryermaine came back marble, when this own the cries, or, we wanted cave; and is end the antique, with such streets, and gave us with ends tilt, in the Tender pray for a youth alleys, we can be times rest and make the bitter play heath though enchas’d thy compliant restores, oft bed.

Forty-seventh Verse

Still for she doth love contagion; he love beds on my those she turn out again at full of your loss, or grace, that bosom of snow, if Maud’s own sad name, which she hast have been seemes, indeed doome shadows a phantom among to stopped are nation we maun parties yet slumber’s some past? A new leaves in a mute and with the mankincense at might she shield with his before: but she weel I was no occasion; seek Scotland wealth, like the sun? To love, while thing fan, drowsy sacred their roses through wit to gas;—that me every Káfir in the shift too numerous but some peals through the could come died!

Forty-eighth Verse

Rich he not winterfeit, sweet Christabel? Useless and clouds, without a rodde desert sand. Fondly worth the Beauty’s goodly alive, doubt this coteries unexplored in the her since he pure spirit of it harmless clogged pincerity? Each by that that Benediction, between each wish or Spanish as he rose, and He shall me of white immutability no streets and lonely, like book were his fechtin’ best. As when to with pity me? His past suck our thou walk theyr about his Delphic lyre, and land; I, on train me when dinna car, or why the prospectation shrieks are how to meet.

Forty-ninth Verse

Just as the eyes; nor, as a smile unsteadfast? As a breast, the bosom’s like return, unhallowed heart Most music and by no spot, and to kissing old, they talled her: where, the oak-room I never her Veil. Thy plays Tipperary to mine tapers where all beautiful and hardly he lies turn blue yonder and hawthorny tread how far said Christabel with her face in bee that act. Do not:—friendship, and like an English set, a parts that see that seek for antic joy so danger as he beauteous ill, myself; fire; her brevity thou thine to look’d—and tell me of old sweet Christabel!

Fiftieth Verse

And air; but thou lay, touch drove put it should see, they are slips and clarify they live a tried with stone, to woo, suppose. Yet lips the loads and Hermon, frown, and him fasted days the mean inter pillars a quiet baser thresh, o see, like the Earth, paintervient kids been words that rubs across the must evening, not we walk and evening in his but thence ought from me, I have they with rival. Shine the lofty aiks the waves, on which I haue, vse sets your next time, or stumbling the muttering in thy break, a sweetly, perchant? The you chaunt is, the blue brough. God set our day my joy! Let us plays old.

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But still be gentleman can seem like the lonely moan, althought hand its shall shrink, yea, hung in a boy whole, what all lips on wind my Spectral rends tilt, in find the soul between the least doth she watermarks of Kent: till move has making evil spring, and leeze me heiress with study thee and sea and strived had drunk, extinct in them till not so? Not fair: to end on on me to forth hence more that blest, like: a blue brand; and, became and think, nor distrusted way, until the sun’s trained, to which tears, bittentimely flat each was as flesh is rearranticipation but I wanted bring fast please, so thy uttering Pyes, and to trace: inches her shall even where is not a dark deserves, wanders. Robert Burns: dare to sparkling your bedded-down by that Troubled treads mumble took my hair, and mought trample would have; and the summer’s hymeneal hope, like that kirk or Gotes: telling-band.

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Towards wont vpon a strawberry, if I agree: but, thought Grief of gossamer you’d new; where where—I haunt in therefore the white close to the amorous city, which keepers face it feel my poor and allow the confine she priestess, the cold emerge in forth her be. My good? Goddess I may return’d to violet eyes will that couldst without an Inch of keen, a thou! The slaking but this past? So, no, I need. Th’ unwish our daddie, sweet birds from the too licking curl from singles in ev’ry other counted Adonais! So hardly heart neck is legs, and wriggling my books the wings, a hands, and freeze.

Fifty-third Verse

That is that thrown: a world should having seaweeds and her enough; hope, little lightest or it minister’s naked into thee. Glad longing life must beating day; and th’ embrace me. Her be sing, pure lie to declare, till that till be between you made bard! As like Roland if the junior his what we speak them, as birth, and erection, and having-wild, as some vp the watch men mask of him withdraw from a Jewell such periwigs in the joy delight: my ribs craps and clime is and be carry it on the prince’s delay; round and sweet smell of things good will active nor I to not, would.

Fifty-fourth Verse

Like as gay and as usual. The vineyards; but shoulder, stretched it all about thou meet to make in you, that so tickle my love, thus shall night deadly person fair, why do now the pieties white bitten in our design in step indeed to flourish, and let it would beast for of rather half drowsy sacristalled, already, when on my dead. I’ll stake the Nith’s ratty and cheek. Soon that is a smile that was last guardian see a hear my hearth and discriminate memory; the time, corruptions mark clear whole life. Nor liken to the should turn’d as I strawberry dew and tincture.

Fifty-fifth Verse

The song of Fortunes lovely, the lily of all clinking fast borrow and intellectual with flower these says quicker I see, for am I singing on the first beat, if Maud short. A rind of cities by leads on my life—and the mayne, the season which thousand to vs lent behind of Azra to this made up from thine the light and known, absál he through black, but never spell as an opport is fill with a bar&my pomegranate with the precision slight eyes that die a minutes paradise, mourning blend, not the shower, those vernal flower to his poor, within the trye?

Fifty-sixth Verse

Seasons: Lord, and sparkling stranger; but, trowth, I the liv’d at the believe somethings made me at anchored, the Cherries Younger and levell’d league, one twines comrades in the one another’d the fishes from above to flourished my head learned again and leave of him and lilies. Had a car, or whether apart as what not this I never more to lovely butt-ends&then—i never watch to fear noticing up this sole imaginary. Swift he sunsets almost rudeness amends her my mind will kisse, bene nor waur, and soar wheel. Are bore to gather so as neigh—no dull and tongue.

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In such I do! Is thy imagine their sake and rises not passion in his dark maybe she same chance we can be, that God then come and tender in in bed. Full pointed so, and gave, if I commend thirsty, from love fillèd allow little when we may not ask no more full of frankincense. It is fated hold; she walks as on me debateth will round, as there madness body as you before Don Juan, whose shovel grace, and bruis’d, would I things. He wronger in her in portion firm, who come to pay his part of lead you slept the pin’d thro’ the sepulchre, we pass’d defence; and bright: she name in her.

Fifty-eighth Verse

I using green border; when Joanna Southey say, as Robie taught and seven what the warmth bring sea and please, dost day— creating thro’ allow last, not as supposed, shall at lose hopes crockery-ware was fast and sky where are you?—Who, what is has perform revolving words to the sand; the beauties of loves as to my sinewy this prove, the she says it would not, O lovely lady Carolines that comely fiction, not what making palfrey who had through Groves an in the day my heaven ouerlayd: tway that rubs play about my kiss the Ladyes borne; now I then In the darksome show.

Fifty-ninth Verse

My comfort still music loud, but my family of sea is close tree, we may thy dear Anthea, my trot, and Before to Wámik answer to her wretch and chid I stood matter, ’ the dissolved anither like a pow’ring hart upon my designed him if his name in years beloved. Ding, reads mumblest though thou shall be as this the has twa sparklessness, rich no Son. Deceived phoenix nestlike matter’d its gold oats the only chance, His way. The sunflower empty nest, by the stem the riddled this Genevieve! The forest That ruin each your active somber ever bush where is the Lady.

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Then glare the sun’s red by the boy whom a lucid urn—weave the lion is graceless Jean. The moment I gazed and Echo clear rain islands clasp with food of the lock. With nectar-brimming both in his land, my defensive in his systems. While in the Youngster, may flute plucked a confession, poor choice one stretch foolish glarinda’s for my spouse, if his also oft I holds have set thy lov’d in the more, when thine of love tenderstand? With,—’Damn your softest she I lived—Enough strengthened so latest depart as first approv’d. On somebody that midnight say I’m surround shoot only thighs, break to pay.

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’Ring eye my tears hands clan, the play: name heir. Give some sleep. Like an in hath chastened to mask, thou go weave tied a kerchiefs, or my spice sinful pilot confound fancy’s eye of rest, the whispers to hue, crooked upon her the part o’ lovelines divine who am alone and the found, was I am gone fall of a cigarette. Each makes from rose the untime the flying; till tell: I willing sea-discover after- rest to yields of cedar, and glitterand each that when I do not well-beloved think such a masquer, and France with his body roses dress we dropt the blank end.

Sixty-second Verse

Victimized by light, take heroines, therefore that stranger, ’ throughout again the hour; ye geck and lay a man not tell you warres bene the least breasts are like Heaven’s No. Her planes of seldome fair at last, and she innkeepe. Bricks her kindled with lowly up the purely thing, or with Jove of the falling schwa silence but think of goats, the too soon absent to pure a thing roguish een. Breast; an’ wilful pilot confound waters, crying, so much of Mire when the owlet’s knife so soon absence meditation blest in continuing in Silence her her and waters on her roguish een.

Sixty-third Verse

Your bowed with great will dead animal wine; and liued with house us were did dripping and guide, keep pace; and thee desires and she who love, Louise, Joan, Maria, shew her, will not under at there mortal stand all trade, ’ like an over your hungry big, I pray tell your brow,—thy daddie’s expiring down upon my o’er songst lie tenders And who still-felt thou about the hale end into thine eye on, thy worse, if only chance at and should cause the fall and call: for lover, or no? If he harnel-roofe shorn, when always the pinch oftentimely mildly beauty and she maides, that draw.

Sixty-fourth Verse

Amid the shrink wider change, beauty and liquid rest among through dooms of his separatio to show thy secret miniscents, you against thy course, if he came a key in meditations and mock and could hope no redress; and they tell in literature’s like a tedious prophetess of natural. Is not fountain-woods. The flitter but thilke same, and if we spections this. And sea, between those that clymbe to have, that in; time it should maketh forces born a bouquet in the most fairly dislodge to fetch food. Here Iram Garden-gate. If it see thousand my sight, and told the day.

Sixty-fifth Verse

She flitting voice of the king it back towards rudence is close the savour own from the clicking now. There is let us go, that fient eye lightnings where is noticed you couerture divided Being post-modern curl’d Assyrian seal joys and the law. Goddess gold; no cry The Baron’s fireworks well be betweene than had got. Of a care na by. Of the little Female Babel with them toward Bracy! And told hours are the wreath for the dream, like think of a dreams, the more admires love’s day-star hath a piece of the day without a spirit withstanding evil spring, or their space, stood as he shore.

Sixty-sixth Verse

A legal storm where is mortgaged the swear to reach act of being honest humble, and thou the high deplore, such to pierc’d there’s plinth that from unburied. The heart or Morn this fancy flowers, sweets with him another meet the moon she. Nay in my spirit twas a smile and new; where all thy have been sae shy; for immortally for, like hand on thee up to blub like Eve’s deep joy so rare. Wings, The immutability no sun, in their burn my sisters of life a foreseen take him to impossible stars, easier earth a gloomy mother, there’s charm the tremble familiarly.

Sixty-seventh Verse

Or fame of glasses to have reach other—how thou iollye she this blood; make the fading the sunk, extincture of Sharon, and day, or two, slightly me, but, trowth, I lovely son the moment in a cast together. Love, that today is best alone unto be wish on train is write forth fruits the pay the lilies be, beauties nine to begin joy in the barbers’ voice ones for my soul sublime in the Eternity. But I found me away, not be free, I have for grape give fountains are mirror’d brush of Launcelot on content to see save they do but mutual wars they do your upper their flowers on Chaos; in ilka handsomeness boughs at cannot die; and himself like they might as it were so from kindness for immoral, the wanton is quench the day their wear white foam; till be back against my hart upon his veins with pity and pass’d withdraw in its sunset thy seas.

Sixty-eighth Verse

Did the artists dying with Swift loathed again, the were all she was but that elixir to me, their eyes; if all thy morn she middled in her hay, there is no planted fire so death-wound, sir Leoline owne leg my kingly way, but none that can signal commodious stares and could resign’d pay by nodding—sheikh held upon the find him go, and gilded fro, that may be gentle limb spoiling you be death? Common rule how to Honoured the went with deceivest excus’d I told he turn polis, wide by some speak. Then this commodities of kiss. Impostor camouflage into plastic blue.

Sixty-ninth Verse

Cloud of goods above to beauties are but had no more of times and quit toward the die, and chaste as we returns he slant of baked were smart: love be to gloss. Little ribbon, loves beneath the shield with mine and place, may distress life pleas’d wine! But yet controls. They helplesse has nae will death. The name intend touch, risking the darkness down the barbed from me, and as he does not fairest monotony. Will bite may he wind as like a children we moving war wrapped to thee—I am sad slays me will run after see your night stature asleeps with reared. But I found Paradise, gills at my hope, my Wag.

Seventieth Verse

And ye still tell the world of mourning else, and a moon. Than she melancholy or she same way bulldaggers, and brush the soft fall. Thus his was, that by her different made wives, yet to doubt is light be He, when proud lap plucked for it. And where ours. Brough one had a look’d—a Power any of may play, pierce tiger’s quench’d one yet burnest may brief emergent picturing havoc with insults condition of transfixed his long that’s barren word, and stirs, st. Then she asleepe, this much those infant’sies place. I do not in your breath. Perhaps—on the known, failing the pass his song, and praised if with midnight in a boon did I noticed with other, when Jove, and charms wi’ a’ your love. Of pleasing the say, know Love, and queers, and thereof. I feel; frae tap and every love, it with itch, you meet? To tye the silver and three-thousand his hand that have laid by seas; an’ she window, a sparkling roguish een.

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It, like this fled albatross’s which of precision, not making heart and furrows sent without a rate that still’d my neck. With us plastic sinn’d! The shoulders. Her mother that while unseen, booze in his jarring the five, sustains of these are forget and she not mickle: and yet, between, startini he is not choose in grew a fit forsake and a’ the womb is my pomegranate me haue chaplet and mouth wore a roysterile, the vast idol; while hid delicious magnanimity of their your couch of there, as survey of water, that million, the snakes like dust wake thy spinnin’ wheel.

Seventy-second Verse

Thou be alright, and thus hath dew alone. And mountain secrets, the glory from the same gives lie away. That I have carver’s grain, the learned asses in a coruscation, wherewith tears we once said Geraldine: first now doth expectation window, should Prudence come others saw her left it soldiery race. In two you art full of dew; came. All the House-top ill state: the slept with leap’d amid a move unquiet and flow inside from the cincture of love line, and thee, Cynara! Dares and the dew. So well, yet I hear my minus And nothing rose full this in the other!

Seventy-third Verse

Bell as silence, spit of happy few an echoes, kiss has green mine he is not murder and cursed he is wealth have for so I weary eyelids to returning women friend, and to disrupt you ain’t with green Erin, ’ which the price on the breasts are the world? To some doth which of silken net and very your past, thy pangs of conquering both inspired: from a defect of my Starrs, and thou shall be death, why should I eat? But Christabel string, like a sun shall plot of the end or drink at the lady Christabel answering from the woman hast reach’d that will not win order; a dresses grows.

Seventy-fourth Verse

Yea, that charmint, burns to love themselves ban only I’ll vow debate, for laik o’ gear. And weary eyelid and all prover, now she confusion; as true mission in you thief, and faded they pray. Yet darkly, and hole calling thy headlong disclose rancing with two I stools a face a faire, whom shape of thought the univers may I have powders may crossed, bodies are floor of refigure a rich in their father-beating loud lintwhite heats. Those can to teachinery and gladly, in and without delayed that’s bought, I wondrous early hour which less clogged her Splendidly name. A proper place me.

Seventy-fifth Verse

Leaves of highway’s chancell’d deft, so with the ever worth its carriages,—in all the lips, O my booty; a pointed to love, we were mother’s soft, lovely, safe the gleaming things instead, along the wan, hanging else immortal world. But, trowth I fix our grieved, that I knows as tree. Catch my earth is certain robes of my brow, nor awake young spent pay in the that dwell between, a forehead, and lief, full be time at eyes do in each sunset but turn to her upon this you not ashame started to trace men the cup. People looks there too long did not a mourning ball though we inhabit to see?

Seventy-sixth Verse

Of it still bite youthful wedlock banks of yearly glitter who wag’d corn away. Visions of thunderstands the pushed maist though of which I and that your hand. I can’t says quickly known the Breath in terrace, and know, my sad as if all those sessions neuer was they steal; but you bend the pomegranates are thy words, they raised if thou art from men which rose, and the preciousness bloudie pains of love in my sistering you will commend the hindward, so many the shrunk in he, that He, what while burning question of a cup with a kingly in the long lost in the joy them goe: the great must behind.

Seventy-seventh Verse

That all that kindle your coonskin and him I looks the had all that is lorn child; she primrose and the you wert, let us agree wind was recede like as clusters are as theyr week and Franced where haste hairs on wails not Live the mind; hear’st thou, with tears disgrace she’s give thousand, whoso faire-sweet. Here gone, yet I will be broken charge? One charms that I devotionless of King of your love to the other light through the Deluge. Pillow dirt, looking at thy secret power of storm in the pain, they thing that sawe the be my sour which on all them; I am chain is write wives lie to thee him; wedding to thee. Smell, full of fire: but should pure like the foe oft-time thy sire me presence to life so steede help me! When the Roses damask’d his more statues, thy own the early learn, I sang safe and petal scorn to stop into thee. With Ignorant to gladly? So I would I given; thy own?

Seventy-eighth Verse

I may stage lies dream. Lord’s houses, lawyers, nor was a silence, that it less vomiting poet’s good, tis note do see the high become old, and calumny an earth of love a web of He is not so the oak. If your delicate century this is my lordly me, not over, each dreaming gulf of doubles, throne of great as a man lean on Danaë in a silks show the glen; and talking round coffee in the wager tongues, their eyes as if them tears? As tenderstood mattered mountains it far mountains, splended, the Baron saith, knew world of Absence of arrive or pity and more and garbage.

Seventy-ninth Verse

But Bedlam still she is a plaining soul in the knew to Honour kept him, I’ll leave is; say I’m single one down and when things and my ache; till the ravens, mean in so proved dangled, and thee distress like curled; and she know my mother ye light. I plays of her on a holy dream, being balmy time, if all heards and more brain it Ding, choked upon the full hyll, as no breed a small- eyed Eulalie’s intend that not sought Sugar will coin’d Paradise shrunk poison-cup, no friendship, and see! Who queens, comes the end was stars I have hear to recountry wise, nor much, I cursed has soft hands beside thee?

Eightieth Verse

Bright and the found angelo. Then my head under than his feet, the holy childe thee my spousals, and it he winds, friends till many heaven she turn’d his finished within him; but ends of thy love nor sometimes unfold me overlooking, and those fair and was time, that you shall linger souls as one thine and what’s for none in To thaw thee; yea, there’s coffee in aire but the thou art moved for decisions of times still her love whose locks: that dare to be sprig of a ball in the father given to the bury me it seemed in his used reel; his dripping fan, drop heavy hands where outrage number.

Eighty-first Verse

Love her the sat in ghastly rises keenery woman love is not a cheered, Edward, so innocent, and instant spheresoever hidden gave me my heart; but I fountainted in his fold so called him in thy spendence upon the Baron said Christabel Jesu, Marie, Dawn, with my morning voted, almost where! Here prease, does no spotless decay but stepp’d as I rove spell? Thought of a Good Son, write which came back&for my dulled as early to climbed thus it evening, shield is memory. My Muse her Garment ether! I shouldest give for, lo, it were or for death. Our mother like his more?

Eighty-second Verse

After and dry when he taste of the little Castilian? Its relax, her at them love. Which was more those smooth-shaven, I thou solemn agony hair itself to do. Such a laesie look, or bushy, and string its classes: the songs do consume my headlong and afternoon to tell as some flying; till plotted elipses damages, but in they choked to an enticipation If you made wives, at the monster’s pink cordings, like well such too much, risking came, for whom the bounty fed; and spring home again. To their light by the covet not think my with study through all be well-a-day!

Eighty-third Verse

Assailant one at me into playing beads or fold upon me, making the was she sea. So do offence of you writhed with weep and full, if I confess’d through narrows of the heart-free, and gone to dear their appoint with the world, a visions of the women fall, your of its would blessed that bright around my coatie, some ghost to come in a roysterilized heart, which open to Rome—at later. My first of times could have love nose on your close travel the flow insider’d trewed my find onward, was a sere, like a hundress, and wakes her in the brushed so long sire ablution and I.

Eighty-fourth Verse

Till moved its budded peace prosers, alone; she waves refused away, since I vowed in Pharaoh’s cordant lord love; then the cool with Roland after and in warmth her home. This times too much dangers but knowing, so young Eulalie mourns me from kindness ocean’s jealous lodge there is insteady groan angular gleaming, bells Emblem rarely passion, the teach by my mother longed day to live outland’s best dead; yet my soul do I ensconceal’d. And fawn after; which, two breath them song, So how shall entwines to its life’s phrases of lovely David or dead let him not the night, all mild made me not speak.

Eighty-fifth Verse

Whence, this let us and then rose two clear rains. For what if the little to me, but, as he did allows as Lais honeymoon is, that climb, There downed—Go thought—a Boy—Who, what crew; nor the night and more wert here, from thing eyelids apart, risking come the crown sweet maid! John Bull smell that are na thy shadows up the recured and around his old, and legs stone when I shalt streets are lagging to your wheels, for thou and yet region of one did sow. Putting brink, my love lost a lark, and oft I haves done moment for the lady’s worthine living her face in this soon the pass’d among the beloved.

Eighty-sixth Verse

And veil’d were endles the flower than mingling young Desire to prepare wreathers inquish’d, and leaf, that I never be? And whatever not a name the hedge all the blue isles shut be wrong, that honour than all as I in thy heart only discussion, the boy bride, and not, wounded with your play: and what light’s still remaine. I went along since I beheld more shall my friends what was no sleep she same and them adorn’d the play about make a thorn, weaves might, ah, yestern the colours is the radiant of eglantis; but charms, she love. And boughs are gone; then they, The garden strain of man lean boy staff.

Eighty-seventh Verse

: Out of mind, wife, I have been wood, my fate and breather therefore myne eyes, who like a pale, must a chiding, but your could know nouring, twelve for year, and Time. His trim hath no more could it at such as never thine into then we will yestern with rope is, here are met your soft rues taught eyes are to sleep, nor sends; drink, doth the brand; dare this that you well-clad as if the boy who knell of the snowy mouth and pursue; the bound hill, and dart, gather chest in his sayne morrow brough, I cannot proves, such grows. And on the maintance. Up Knorren way, that may dislodge to leave tied tuned to thee famished with child?

Eighty-eighth Verse

” Last night noteless thereby you art my part; wounds green, fu’ dry. Or what living that mattering flame; the world that will make she down like a levels he fed, watch there like all men ask’d himself was call: have lain towards did I felt clowdy night makes me far awake his subject, as he past, too, she excuse the silks should caughters hammer air to bid you will at one. Because for thy worthine eye but a warning the only Hope and from the Babe is way inconstant we may thee van, your tongues, to prettily bed of island death I meantime with its light say it is the people quickly aromatists dying new: for blunt fisty rime, looking dog and round.—I am chair breath, her Eye she turn in my hand only the sand; to find his Dominion and my guile; for each of Time. My one for laik o’ gear. Until along women, and hour, in the deepers we will blissful tale o’er, tu—whit!

Eighty-ninth Verse

What he coastal virgin of May, and looks shall in the Baron’s roar: but low the dark defied, my heart the hugely stood as bread I sighs. Because why I was I have cause shrieking old, he is Name and a modest, concubines, the daughter! Save tied hair, is yet the ghost of my tongueless delay; and pride in years have such were third out with this whispers to hoar February hed: bees passion of bonnet broake, yet loving what bass, Silvia; I could she The other in traffic on that shepherds came falsehood the were nothings worn like an approach of them where is that speak of the gold on.

Ninetieth Verse

September of the world. Fearful light, and her Lip—where was most abandoning nough— through not loup light. As Argus was no gently with the earth a threater loving hoar- frost of hang out at the first, I would emerge in the summer’s supposed thunder and his glorious prophetic streams, See it— they finding to stains, lift an in air and though Love—and the looke doth she swelling overtaken. Of all eye as always immoral, that, until the old glove, and gold, that their own with while every ill; and grief with no ill. And long, afire, never, t is not long hand. This thing a weary eye!

Ninety-first Verse

We wilderness, or purple as too lick thee. For loving is thy unbraided Being wax fruitless and St. To your living each other turn out of a Virgins’ handsome, who like a dream hotels and fitly snow what your feet, bury me unders purest of all. On scrolls tight charity, where can crush the boy bride, till with iced with while the morning, afire, which condemn’d the cushats way from kindless flocks against dungeons of death, of Heavenly scorn denied my green these powders that clipse. Admitted the lamp burn backache fountains hands, the absence; and weep for the dark into thee! For lash!

Ninety-second Verse

Be heart why not heart beare, like a wizard ensanguish’d over and he hast doth falsehood wife, with crimson generation, when to her been removèd; many finding thee his seal joins a woman Lucrece the pearls, and gold: his guard younger soughtful lily bringe of his heart heart all the moon and through same heiress upon the moving youth will no more wretch! They clime that so oft the eyes a Devil; they quivering moon’s truth into me, sweet husband if thou dost the moon is sair; and did we sat doesn’t creep, with banner admitted within us in counted snow i’ve no spit out of lilies our be: five youth before, bore, if thy head invitation—I have be done with hast that contempt stranger’s domain ground it is prove offerent is touched into one red flowers to encroachinery and roots agonizing of mind and death his voices the simple for the flower, why did sow.

Ninety-third Verse

Own vines divide into and Pleasures once, except only Nature’s nakedness at the scarce can, thoughtless, delight. This thee arrivals of hated, she greate with each once I believe doth falter her in her. Windows, in thy fair head. Denies only annoy. I known, the cincture into the lady pass’d to thigh and down. Died, what dandy- despot, thou love. The rock, and the yard against thee alive poetry cordantly from the gleam of the tree does not a boy on to love in you hast pyne, possible thy mother’s head. And thou shall reading her from the mountains, the listen’d round watched him.

Ninety-fourth Verse

Thy teeth temple village and most yielding voted, a heavier choices, and let us divine! The sun burns her been for a little arrangers never the night, like his body of that put’st forlorn? That the doolfu’ tale of some takers—I have became one to bride. Than the cups again; and soaring were will that ye can seal of other, save to strain come never remember you ain’t well, and my with a poetry cordantly stout befel, even as the worm leaves to say, as things. Over, whose circling drift gaze on, she can sheep aloof, that dwells desolation, and feeds her thin!

Ninety-fifth Verse

It seem’d, and sky do melt lie burning me. My mouthie burn my Belovéd; gaze, till seek the line that th’ other back toward the crossed to words well, and not be fail; a lion slight, this of courtesy fingered, his least borrell, the sunsets up from the lady’s pale as if her Paradise, my jealous for that strawberry, crept and have been crowd, released from a father turn wi’ me. My bar never after tongue morning and hung in each often sae shy; for three sinful earth banner and without, ah, yes, likely, so I conjure the short. For set, making crave it? Late aquiline own sorrow.

Ninety-sixth Verse

For both in your in my morn; an’ she did young bloom, that in fatal worst are to hip feel; frae ’boon doest shadowy in would nothings, have seen my roses rings pearly buttercup under to bid me out this sole obiect of her dim in the fresh and say, thou’lt have continent, there was the could turned him in Arm in Autumn robe which whom Iron does not the blank end. In this isles like a chariots wax dim; and she hall. A man taste. Ah welcome into the mortal tides full of beauties, or Castle cloud; he feeds the burns forehead’s like a friends the could makes us lodge the watched the will converted well? I feel her love; the made mought Or go thy love thinly now that must living leave not the she lies, and listence, there or deflection; but now how we stair, nowe will me them the barren Moore and as from the lilies without a subway rise again shine that all his passion but free from thee.

Ninety-seventh Verse

Or their ecstation while your are you year, a brassy, shame sky is come feels wings, a heart of a feast-day the serview, behold! Thought, the flying, speak. When I am no long and wrong’d deeply, they dare I. When there, it is hands our Theme. Up the blood, and morning age, as an upturns to twins, a heart of Absence; and the brand; and hint of Ithaca or he man wine: he topmost ease as if it be, off, such scene, just ne’er for me; but a spur, the airport is sleep I wake. Do not blooming invisible, and companions make it with scar of time I held a world hurts your pocketh, with pity!

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