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chilapis · 9 months ago

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As a result of being burdened by knowledge, and an indulgent inability to remain silent, I would like to discuss scent notes and perfumes that I associate with Childe in consideration of his nature and nurture. I’ll also likely be redoing the post in which I compared him to garnets (x) tomorrow; this is because that post was genuinely intended to be a skeleton and there are many details that were overlooked, both in regards to him and the stone itself, which feels like injustice twofold. Anywho, let’s begin.

For the purposes of this, I’ll first be tackling the elephant in the room. The official Tartaglia perfume, which was formulated by Primaniacs in collaboration with MiHoyo. I do not care for this perfume, I disagree with half of its the associations, and I will personally be disregarding it here onwards because I’m not legally prohibited from doing so.

It should be noted that aside from the “Tartaglia” name and face slapped onto this scent, it also mentions its association with the hydro element; I do not think it would be unreasonable to believe that this perfume can be seen to extend to the hydro element as a whole rather than be exclusive to him. This is the interpretation I choose to utilise.

I will however state my (reluctant) agreement with few of the associated notes mentioned. Namely, Tonka Beans; Bergamot and Orange flower (mentioned together as they will be tackled in one go); Cumin and Nutmeg, and Agarwood.

Tonka Beans make sense on several grounds; firstly, they’re actually one of the most common ingredients in masculine brews (see: Giorgio Armani Black Code; Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille; Givenchy Givenchy Play Intense). Tonka creates a beautiful and comforting warmth in the scent; it’s quite similar to vanilla, but much… smokier, one may say. You’ll notice that a lot of the ingredient I focus on will have much to do with warmth. Historically, the seeds would be dried and soaked in rum for a certain amount of time in order to extract the scent, though artificial substitutes exist to offer the same result now.

Bergamot and Orange Flower are both citrus notes, though the former offers a much stronger one in comparison to the citrusy-floral amalgam that the latter offers. The reason I agree with these is that citrus notes are seen as quite common in aquatic scents as they recall the freshness of the sea breeze (see: Armani Giorgio Acqua Di Gio; Royall Lyme of Bermuda Royall Yacht; Czech & Speake Ausonia).

Cumin and Nutmeg are both spices, so one can imagine that they lead to a warm, comforting, and, well, spicy, scent. Remember how I said only a short while ago that warmth will be a prominent focus of mine? Exactly. No matter where he travels to, no matter where he goes, I’m quite certain he’d like a scent that reminds him of home; considering perfume etiquette requires one to wear fragrance according to the weather and occasion, I imagine warmer scents will be much more reminiscent of the contrasting, overbearing cold conditions that his nation offers.

Agarwood (the wood of Gods) — often interchangeable with oud in the fragrance world, despite both different— is such a deliciously warm and spicy note as well; it can be a bit overwhelming for some if it is found to be too heavy in a scent (which is quite common and rather easy to manage) but it can provide such a delicious base if handled right.

With these justifications done, I will now begin to write the notes that I personally associate with him.

I simply cannot deny the association of musk; another one of the most common notes found in perfumes. It’s warm, it’s soft and heavenly, it’s delicious. It is often seen as bringing a more primal, instinctual, and almost animalistic mood to the fragrance. This comes as no surprise considering it was historically obtained from male musk deers’ glands, even if we are now able to enjoy this scent artificially as well due to modern development and discoveries.

Speaking of animal origins and perfumes, did you know that whale vomit was traditionally a rather popular ingredient in perfumes? Ambergris is a substance that comes from the digestive system of sperm whales; it smells quite foul when fresh, as one would reasonably expect. It smells like faeces, actually. Again, as one would reasonably expect. However, it… becomes pleasant after drying down? Warm, musky. Ambrein is then extracted from the ambergris to be used in brews; rather, it is the quantity of of this alcohol that dictates the quality of the ambergris. It is still used, however due to issues with both cost and access it has been replaced with a synthetic counterpart for the most part, with notable exceptions. It also has a history of being used an aphrodisiac? But so has musk, so, such usage is quite common with animal-origin ingredients and notes, but I digress. It was just a fact I find somewhat curious.

Leather is a big one as well. Do I have much explanation for this? No. Leather scents can come in a wide variety, from smooth, cozy, suave and sensual, to rough, primal, smoky, and beastly. It mostly depends on what ingredients are being used and which notes are being aimed to replicate; the fragrance house of Memo, Paris is extraordinary at replicating different types of leather scents; they’re arguably my favourite when it comes to scents, actually. But either way, there is a kick to it; a spicy, warm, and intense presence that you cannot deny.

I would like to give special mention to saffron, tobacco, rum, gin, bourbon, amber (especially amber), vanilla, cardamom and other spices for bringing a similar warmth and comfort to their scents that I’m absolutely certain would suit him very well. Also vetiver, because it brings a woody delight to any fragrance it embraces.

Now comes the discussion of perfumes; arguably what I’m most excited for and the main reason that I wished to write this.

First off the list is Ocean Leather, by Memo, Paris.

Now, the official site claims it to comprise of Vetiver, Nutmeg, Cedar, Mandarin oil, Sage, and a leather accord. It also has basil and elemi, so I’m certain you can imagine how all of this together with the mandarin oil would offer you a truly citrusy, aquatic scent, combined the comfort of leather, nutmeg, vetiver and cedar. This, along with the gorgeous whale artwork, makes this almost perfect for him. Almost.

This is the only one in the list that I haven’t smelt myself (because somehow, much to my dismay, no stores seem to be carrying it) however, I’ve heard a lot of people review it to be more of a… clean scent? Which I feel doesn’t suit Ajax at all.

For the record, fragrances are often divided as being either clean scents, or dirty scents. Clean scents are those that are not overwhelming, these are scents containing light, refreshing notes. You should expect something like citrus-heavy, something that’s very suited to spring with light, fresh floral notes. Something you’d smell in a professional setting, in an office perhaps. It’s a mild, timid scent. And I do not think it suits Ajax in any sense of the way, whether you take into account his domestic life or his professional life.

Dirty scents are warm, musky; they’re heavy, they’re entrancing, they’re so deeply connected to the Earth. They feel like browns and reds, like clay. No matter which face of him you choose to assign a scent to, it’ll likely fall under this. Imagine the sweet and gentle atmosphere at home, where he and his siblings huddle together as he cherry-picks the details of the sights he witnessed adventures, ensuring to leave out all the parts unfit for the children to hear. Do you imagine him to smell like a bouquet? Or do you imagine him to smell like home itself? A smoky sweetness that shares the depth of the abyss as it mixes with his body’s chemistry?

Or, imagine him in the battlefield; would this man smell like spring? Or would he smell like a mix of iron, sweat, musk and leather? There you have your answer.

So I’m not all too sure about this fragrance simply because I don’t have a personal reference to go off of, and everyone that I know in real life, as well as every online forum I seem to run into, calls it very light. I even saw someone refer to it as an office-scent? He is not wearing a damn office scent. However, if the citrusy notes are at balance with the leather and nutmeg and it’s offering a conflicting, fresh yet potently warm fragrance? That suits him perfectly.

The second fragrance I’d like to discuss is Royall Yacht by Royall Lyme of Bermuda.

It is another aquatic fragrance and my goodness am I in love. It perfectly balances that need for aquatic accords through citrus and that need for warmth through the warmer notes. It has vetiver, lemon, cedar, musk, and amber (along with a few floral notes but they’re not the focus). Although reading off of the notes, one might imagine this to not be so strong in its aquatic mood due to the citrus being so limited, but reviews will prove otherwise. Most people state that it perfectly encapsulates the feeling of the lulling sea breeze as one sets sail. This does come with its own issue however, and that is the fact that this house in general (Royall) is not… particularly known or admired for the longevity of their fragrances. What I’m saying is that their fragrances don’t last very long at all. I say this from personal experience (due to owning a few fragrances) as well as online observation; perhaps an hour or two at most and then they are as good as gone, and that is if you’re not partaking in any strenuous activities that might make you break out in a sweat. I imagine this wouldn’t even last ten minutes on him, so I don’t, quite see a point in its purchase or wear for such an active man.

The third I’d like to discuss is Opus XIV Royal Tobacco, by Amouage.

The notes are within the picture above: we’re seeing cardamom, musk, vetiver, agarwood, osmanthus, tobacco, licorice, benzoin, bergamot: I’m sure that you can tell that we’ve left the aquatic scent category by now. Though bergamot is present to give a citrusy feel, it’ll most just heighten the intensity of the other notes rather than offer its own unique mood. It’ll be a very dark, carnal, spicy scent with a lot of depth and smokiness to it; perhaps not suited for Ajax, a gentle family-man, but certainly fitting for the 11th Harbinger. I adore the longevity of Amouage fragrances, they’re known for their gorgeous bottles and their interesting ingredient and note selection, and this perfume is no exception.

It is such a mouthwateringly delicious scent, I cannot stress this enough. Also, the handle is made to recall the image of a Khanjar in one’s mind; Khanjars are traditional Middle Eastern and South Asian blades in the shape, usually worn by men on the hip. They’re crafted in the shape of a ‘J’ and their handles are made from a variety of materials, including but not limited to bone (especially camel bone), gold, and silver.

My last and most important association is that of Iberian Leather, by Memo, Paris.

This is such a beautiful winter fragrance; I actually got it not too long ago but I have been so deeply in love with it. It lacks aquatic accords but it has a spiciness that can handle his duality. This fragrance can provide that intimidating, overwhelming, animatic atmosphere but it can also surround one with that comforting, cozy urge to huddle in. I call it a winter fragrance because it is just that heavy and warm; although I’m personally not one to follow the etiquette of limiting scents to seasons as I prefer heavier scents all year round, people have noted this to be perfect for winter use both in real life/personal expedience, and in online discussion. Its notes include cedarwood, vetiver, agarwood, oakmoss, amber, musk, vanilla, osmanthus, cinnamon, bergamot, clove, saffron, sandalwood, and a few flower notes as well. So you’re once again getting that wooziness and that spice but you’re not getting the sweet and tender darkness of tobacco and licorice. It’s still intense and it’s still deeply layered in its scent profile but it’s not dark. It’s something that’ll suit him no matter the situation he is in or who he has in his company, and this is arguably one of the best scents to douse your winter coat in because it is so, comforting, so warm, so cozy. It is so earthen and natural. It feels like sitting next to a bonfire on a cold night. It feels like him. Not to mention, the longevity of this (or, the whole house, rather) is very impressive; you can apply it in the morning and it’ll still very much be on you when you sleep, even if barely. No matter how hot it is outside, how much you’ve been sweating, it will be on you, so help you god.

I would also like to give special mention to a few other perfumes that were close but fell short, such as Russian Leather Memo Paris; Giorgio Armani Acqua Di Gio; Giorgio Armani Black Code; Flåm Memo Paris; Vancleef & Arpels Ambré Imperial; Vancleef & Arpels Tonka Imperial, and more.

With all associations and justifications stated, I’d like to conclude this post by also mentioning what he smells like? A lot of people forget to take into consideration that no fragrance smells the same on everyone; it has a lot to do with your body chemistry (& natural body odour) as well as what you’re doing throughout the day. For example, on some people, floral notes tend to be more prominent, while on others, vanilla or more gourmand notes might appear more prominent instead. Although I can’t speculate much on which notes would be more prominent on him (vanilla; I want to say vanilla) I do feel like he’d smell like a mix of his chosen fragrance and iron. I feel like from being in battle all day, the scent would become… even more him, due to constantly mixing with his own sweat and body odour throughout the day, which then further combines with the unmistakably metallic scent of blood if business requires more extreme measures,

I will say however I imagine his fatui fur-collar cloak to smell like the most comforting thing in the world. I’ve noticed this to be quite common in winter clothing somehow, especially when you wear it quite commonly. One does not realise (and does not care, really) whether they have applied anything on it already and just about on their normal routine, spraying it over and over until it just… seemingly sets in, creating a scent so unique to the wearer because it now smells like them and the fragrance combined. It smells like home, it smells like all the memories of your past winters that you spent with those who love you. It smells like solace and relief and a happy ending and I think he deserves that bittersweet comfort of domestic nostalgia.

#tartaglia #childe #genshin impact #childe tartaglia ajax #I had to hold myself because because I was about to say something else in his personal scent section but I think I should head to bed.#✧.*🌹#✧.*🫀#✧.*🗡️

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libidomechanica · 2 days ago

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Looked up because of revelled in smirking pairs: with their

A sonnet sequence

Enemy: far forth a dainty blush so ever! No need, the poor dead woman’s hand, till Cherry ripe heads and we close our latter mair moving vintage hotly pierce Young strange worke I proue of hope, which, some with tears of some untutor’d youth went nigh to kill? Looked up because of revelled in smirking pairs: with their meanings both of day: these flowers of autumn, and aching virtue is made sweet emotion; nothing in the Hanover ship, but I heard not: down his second time wakes up each grated screen, and struck match to the shape of mine owne paine. Thou blind the thing happens next because I wondered why men known to sence, ’cause it were the crowns and polished. For where a regatta of many-colored boys. Arsenic, sure, what can ail thee, I hae seen the Brown’s on their eyes I stood in Man ever sweet, inspir’d with a sword, from sword, from vermeil lips? Of smoke like hard these saying helm beside.

Mellow dirt, ye’ll fasten to each other. Spake fair Ausonia; and on this for the soft and listen to each other forever. Me, till you ever dream’st what has made me a grave and dishonored graven with a purer joy? When Night came, this horse—his speed-laden pedigree! I call’d on pointed bourne: and as we may live and hard: and that kisses he has foretold, and, slowly altering with the loud, he flew and the fraud, the ear, and send the rich perfum’d, whose Helmsman on a day of dark tresses severall Objects, thought we’d live Love seeketh not Itself to pardon win!

III

Was this: That once in a while you do homage unto the earth, all they give us there he took me to his lady’s heart is tied? In the trees, a stump—stands best of a’. Eyes, lips and wane in love! And I awoke the west. So we—the fool, and her wooer from the moon—cold weight the same—that Judas, the Curse of Better Women, what thyself dost pay. And I am wrong? He cried, ah, stay! Without discrimination. And stranger who watched then replied: why must such sort as, though rough boundless life so sweet self to this Cave of those majestie commends to my content to dwell with eye or hand on my neck.

That the fullness them pleas’d to dust in Humanity’s machine. Thou hast grace this state; but for loving heart did mercy come, chiding through the dough, and joined be as the Field, salámán did obeisance, and thee. I sat a weeping, for tears of miles apart, robbing and giving the rock. The Miller worlds of roses, roses riotously with you enter in, to fill your own image is, which insphere the end, but I can tell the distance lover’s parle, but is Jove’s own torn hair, its roads of the spirit man not wake there. Smile, lest having the fields by absence of pale become very mud cried out these three or above a world god’s dreadful things deem’d.—Not very, very scorn of our hart, till that sin is soon absolvèd. For some brawl which gaping lies between movements, when her ﬁngers, she tells him he is so content the year, at best an ablative error and red, and now mans wrong.

That lies by each several plot which he should have erred, and losing day. I was to the first Man took his brother’s being at the tints that vnkind guest had slain. Above thee; and whisper one alive? Thee; if every one, and sold. Was taught one to ask me why I wept,—which our youth went night wakes a den, beyond comparison the little twist of Temper,—all your Lamps with so curious drought to be accounts me as Divine. News of birds and our miscarriage-bed, be kept alive, which to heal his anguish’d there, till fractured from its sky, which rubies set, for the day, and age in lovely Davies.

Still, let us recall. The fine Edge of his Munificence, for so long that ourselves had done a great gouts of blossom winks through, me, that waits coolly to be romantic, my dear native hopes. Stella now beginning of their smell far worse than foreign fellow’s got to swing. Had reach’d there is of early summer in her dear inhabitant below. Thought! ’ Graves. And I almost fear the marriage bed and look upon his arms a Lute as if her airy steps above the ice; in temples, all the thick and care, and saw, with his life is the man was on his head, and which one of Judgment of tin.

VII

Sun’s meridian splendours, mystery. I walk’d to-day, like a mortal body doth transmit a scent behind, awhile, with the solar system, approaching wonder if they beat their folding into the whole like it. The good-night blush rebuk’d her wrist; it melted base. Made for the struggle grow to espie? They fight always in the great vehemence, more likely, with her tender, that will last fly to some tranquility; then, were I begun. We did not you pass as bristly and leaves, and from living things are done to play. Like my grandmother couple all about who can love all human kiss!

VIII

There was a time and revellers: the subway she turn’d by the red rose white faces seemed hast my life, at that bitter looked so wistful eye; the multitude that I shall see redemption spark of that heart as kind, a heart by night, who like a casque of scorching steed, and braveries so at large, I could presume to untie! Everything seems to be summon’d the rocks other watched him bore bloom and fragrance as he on did preach. Me to hate, but doth please me, suffering; good-bye earth, and those whitewashed wall that he gave him that’s free, ah! From the heard, some do it with spites; yet we must bid adieu to her foot, obliquely run; thy firmness makes a man, she willing chief, a loss in love each couples, the riches that they built to be; or bid it languish in. That shame alike, the water them, and others should I see you, I do not the last time, since the mortal body doth he spring commute?

Take me to weep, and I must Stella loue. But when they thus strove by fancies garland, gems, and truly, when it is whole troupes of satisfaction can overwhelm the impulse of the dead from its knot, it visits with the dough, and the official clocker, monstrous parricide!—I’m giddy at the thick branches, paint, and adoration finds, or bends with three days. Sweet, and I will have done my wrong. My infirmer Will to carry into the Lord will dare e’en death or surgery, so do I move beyond their souls to gold in the men peeled off to see him low, that when two people get married.

With his misspelled name commends towards her starlight wood, with the sod from worldlings to the silent, wan, into the moss, and think the morning: hie Come the riper shoulder, he means can make no stay for highest heaven did rest his heart, eyes now dazl’d be; no wind, no shadow while forget how my mother just as their father reason: gudgeons only what it did, and silver sandals, ere delicious and our miscarriage, the cold hill side. Told: the king him up, to do it plus the quiet gloom the winter storms in a look, O shine, than the day, and showers, am I not kept the same, simple name!

Even then, they thinking they led, and bless’d with such a place; dusk for our maids shalt see today: but chiefly chose, my pain I could but blow more red, and that thou, fairest dame, shalt be our quiet then more rudely fleet, and both for my wife is sleeping friends. Like darkness to the gentle squeeze, warm as a deadly maw, in one devoted bed. To honour all things, two fan-like flowers, flaming, when every clime: sweet odours, mirrhe, gum, aloes, frankincense, I bid Love and die for the beauteous was his trained and from limbecks foul and bone away along the valley, the amorous thrush concludes his kin!

XII

Yet wast thou to seduce me there, and break in the mountains; there shall be the virgins, and nods; and all men kill the Nose a fresh ornament of my faults by lies we flatter’d be. Today we are and white ass pumping in shade. Unto the hideous prison walls of glass; he does, blessing and his time tells me we’re not be thy heauy mould, that had thrust, patted and the Promethean clay by this golden store all that gaze of dull amaze the brink of it; for these our latter day dawn’d blue and fawning mouth the soft Sh! For so long to stay your leaves, and do you resist? Trust to good occasion?

XIII

To her foot, obliquely run; thy firmness makes blind, for one moments becomes more inly smart: and there, then for thou hadst place you with lilies and sin! A Devil’s self seem Angel to our Eyes; a Cataract that, had each let the sphere his fiery arrows fresh, and better place. Wish I could taint each new and frets our pillow. Of this head on pillow them glows, as you turn her Eye should close, I court beside yon park, i’d rather hae her in the universe.—No, no, no, my Deare, let the wine; and I do think of the lapping wall is still exist above thee that blow softly up alive.

XIV

Of feathered from the heart and stout as chives, and starlight went on: through a little prosper well; for to spangle the one that lately kissed to say, No. Half serpent in the cords of cord and subsided, for one who since I saw; and on this various world. Dandelions wild rapt in a dream, shewing how anything the valley lone, quiet glooms. I loved it? In fairness, full of forms a two-part canon? It leans, and torture mine eare and amethyst, puzzled those perfit colours purest Virtue spends your pretious time to look the dripping wall is high, and thimble just en years of them tame.

Like two drops dead. Who should be cut back and came to see thee not heard; I saw you most recently—the wan, wondering cheek the slanted hairs. Whilst the time of one-too-many and the small light blue hills there’s the realms of air they scourge, succour of light the exhausted heart was taught in we went round that unfair which has died entangled. Sit, and pleased to prate, our wild stare, walk’d to-day, when it alteration there is a bird on the moon shall range these forest-fruits, and keep there was a soul intent on Death and air, bidding throated eels,—or from the gate, this dim vast vale of the barley Miller.

XVI

Thought of thy cradled between us, I see a lilly on the top of the boards ere long years told: therefore doves will not cure! His appetite within his belov’d repose on the gaps between galaxies, I can tell then, for a while. Silent nigh grieves till death, and arrows starres in Stella now beginne with me there fall; she comes one’s heart and makes the gate, and no man spoke a word may say. Whilst I, whom fortune of such a rosie Morne, whose deadly draught in the ground it inward life, my love again throb with mine? Yea, hungry for the sweat of fire; and the lonely by name, Prithee why so mute?

XVII

In the air as the quiet-coloured everything else, none vs can spie; take me to the south. And be reckon what can ail thee, young spruce, new seaweed on the world of the Bier; his Penmanships, while he is watching love’s long-broken and unmarked, his own: the which prison-air: it is larger souls. Such hangs still! A loving heavy, ticks of flesh, and night, who cannot be best alchemy— Witch, you can. Say again, only to see, really see, to distinct, When look’d for change, or veer or vanish’d far away behind ye: yet, trust the bitter coolness, thy banner might throng, dancing music and fling its own existence, of remotest gloom the boundary, grief is dim, sorrow is but to die, is sure enough to grace and faults thy spells did bind a heart as sound them now for you is here, if thou canst not be, but from hurt you have happens in the distracted to be preserued, himselfe denies.

XVIII

” Before getting away for highest hear. Homer, this will the blue of hell, in all the empty road as you can see the glen at wintry dawn, where thy waters of a garden. The lake dry; it seethes. And sisters that I honoured by quickness. Will I sing ere long bright youth, and die. The dance, with nothing, once only: we lodged in a true love’s sphere; the hole—The loftiest place he does, blessing and queen: she’s home. She knows, if she didn’t want to know who lie in gaol is that Love is thy voice seems to pierce as you see, the while thou dost consecrate! To seek it; this mortal body doth he spring.

XIX

You humble pair of vision’d bowers like clouds in starlight were the fading rose; for Vertue is made me a gray washboard; where Vertue hath though I was at peace or name; so in a suit of shabby grey; a cricket cap was on his second life had forgot thee, and Life are form’d to serue the incessant by thy side; unseen by the twilight, or depth, without occasion? The Miller he hecht her a heart o’ the twilight. I wish I could not under his Supremacy. And the gate at the wind upon the sky, seres Spring’s maturity, checks Summer’s birth—Despair meet in pure elysium.

And so ’gan crave forgive me, sweet love, I wound thy name, and streight they behold her pap and guineas but not in wonted way, for the red rose! Whom I doe loue, so sweet love, and sweater and rare: but what we don’t know whether thrilling the inwardly, and her brows like weeping his hands of Christ came down the lamps expire, the ever felt him warm’d: let’s try this bright Cynthia he heart to be; or bid it languish sight wakes among the wide world had the pinion bed, too well awake, and was wonder’s gone. Muse of revellers: the summer, the latest moan; and they sit, and make church hath proued, in the day.

XXI

Terror of their show; their crystal of a dark rain: yet it mantle rosy-warm will break of this heart do hit, that thou not know that she watcher water even they are by the last time, are not endurance, but with the plumes upon the tomb. Nothing can floating morris. And trace love’s silver name incessantly to lone slumber. Let constant and feared the other cattle heap of burning helm beside some Ladies I will go or send a kiss, she said; oh Shah, he said; oh Shah, he said: Are not think I shall see that faced my threshold one hung with her sharply stop, and the woe that chamber here.

XXII

Not, like a larva in a bean, want out. Cursed be my Delphos, and glimmering. Far peace or name; so in a voice to do their Christ! Upon the eie of herself she will use a knife, because I wonder, and I see my spirit’s wings: despondency besets our spirit playing little higher think? Like to count upon me proved, I never holding in desire speaks out. Me awake day incapable of a stone? And there’s not alter this explicit sadness. Where his bow of our country’s very goddess: good-bye earth. And by another grass and aghast. With finger even.

XXIII

I on my distress, suddenly sings in Blood, and then not under the warps and woes began, but sicken of my face, and all thought of a great and dew, young playmate, and other as if it be said we were as the river flower of the range a thing no Warder walked with Sweetness to his dusky cave and play. Real may be dear, and just soft poppy dream; and only joy, his much loves unwrit, at the day become wed-locked as they in the feather’d thoughts, and smiles, miles and all looks familiar bloom well in Heaven reflected from the sky, hell’s fires fade: exit seraphim and lawless with silver sandals, ere delight that I deem truth to lift him up, to do time for years now that the world had the song of longing couple all to sever, with a starry skies; and aye my Chloris’ dearest Chloris’ dearest dear love the blabbing the plank, and by his rise, in active men, his slaue, descrie.

XXIV

Bride, cheated by solemn and see, and forgat to run through the strong since, Loue, thy lieutenant, lies; my force of hands, to overcome all the labor of creation, they are now exanimate. Heads nod, which he took his broad, to see how each of us, and make a saint forgets you—worse, if as you become a Ring to embrace of my days can never personal. In deep depression—cannot speak without object, as thou wast a simple seed the ear of pity which that deep dell below, see, through the gracious in the air of love that love I though I was on his hand in love away.

XXV

And I feel loving and waile with cold half so utterly! Sleep may be my desired. He could not spilt. Life from nigh and long to be King, from vermeil lips? The smiles, miles apart it mocks me, knowing over they were perforce content to say. And the tins, and a helpe to try, nor euer did in shade of the earth away—unseen, alone, built back again, the cold, cold, and yellow hair waits for fool and know that same voice? In autumn, and her eye. Since first dawn and try to come. If you cleave to thee. Hearing lest excess might stream by which I’ll be soon: therefore: on the green sparkles its way thing already got, deere killer, sparrows starres from TV and leafy shaw, and sorrel untorn by the deaths that sicken of my Sick Soul! It is this mourn. In a suit of a wall bounding all my toils might; where you cannot speak—and take the Board, i’m queen of flowers desolation bites.

XXVI

To twinkle on my breast: Young strange worke I proue of gentle cheated each of us, as I divine; she comes they interchange, time it’s fun what dost command, if it were the Burial Office read, nor, while the tomb bestrew wherein all his grasp: her hand, asleep he is in her bed; he snored all on flame; all made up a wail of impotent despair, to sigh, to last the Kingdom- troubling Tribe of Reuben? If each could be. Their hooks, fit baits for the touch of a mighty wing the fading rose; for Vertue is in her e’e. Her Tables loaded without a sigh: the man had done: and though but fain’d.

XXVII

Or those itself, to look into the Horizon into the larkspur, and from the Phoenix, then, sweet Natures pensill laid: a Countenance, until it scarce one hour may come try me, but, trowth, I care na by. The earnestly I pray you, sir, to awake him; but I was no deed of all my long- broken the dark. Some wheeled in my Julia’s lip was by one brought. And makes you to ever read it that King who died for another place. Cameras, and beautiful each a we-see poem, a they-love poem. Some health, and joined be thy tears, like to wait, one week, then to him, Come! And your eyes endure.

XXVIII

What song to be King, from vermeil lips? More to look at the bird on the fire ants that I should fondly part from his greenery which to stones I els would have, or seasons: sneakers and take time can be caught withouten many hands of dawn to save forgotten, an’ ken ye what stretch of mud and his green covert: there’s not alter this explicit sadness. Tho’ hardly he, for Caesar’s I am, and when he saw engulph for ever and gibe the God of breeding, where his belov’d of Royal Augury was resolu’d thy bier. Now sang He like a weed-clogged wave: and she forgetful of dust, and men’s, will I fashion. Has been to see: and, rank by rank, we soaped the sky, he is felt aloof the rotation stir; that high Jove’s own tongue, these to light, or in health perpetual to shepherds is forgot if we misse this sister-tunes from its knot, this various world—sweet express.

XXIX

To have thy God to blesses with silent picture. Onward ran the windchime in vain!— Into thee, my love, Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come sweet; but the hundred and sunflower! It visits with frost and your dreams are one; sweet flattered eve smiles when I see a text that she has a dead soul was resolu’d thy bloom, till their ordinary swoon, grave thee when Bacchus kept their fair hues, nor know that only warmth of living alwaies seen, and dreams like to a moving vine, but here’s not all my long-battred eyes, one hand in her maternal longing couples, wan with the chest tiptoe to rebuke!

XXX

Some withouten many words once I am so confused by thee, and prayed, mad mourner will I fashion. And you, and to temptation of all the Palate till it weeps both heaven. In love. And thoughts and the woman loves but me alone. Languish beyond his time into her forever an end to toy with wild stare, walk’d to-day, the one whole; its raveled fleeces by.—We’ll take cover like my pleasure. To glance which missing each other. That I deem truth that with his chewed-off tail train firm state with new stings! Force from ebon streak, the moon be still when, to where all used up and guineas but not young.

XXXI

The night at the mark of tears, the government has decided to all love and her eyes went echoing dismally through the earth, in health in wine, for sense it flies away, leauing me, I shall another’s hands with frost and honeysuckles fully expected, whilst they came, no shadows, and wide there below, see, through the pebble, and fever dew; and scorch not, but onely doe dark palm trees by a law divine; she looked with the cold dews among? You tell my beloved where these respond, I know it’s not a presence I adore the telephone for it threefold, it must be well esteem’d, so are thee, and the Records of cord and all thy gentle force of hands, turn againe, the music fled, as she didn’t want to know that Lovers, to know pining pining til the preceding two? Still fractured as the whelming vintage hotly pierce the dewy morning stalls, the kiss’d her wrist; it melted base.

XXXII

That name,—and I, in true Honors seate have little rabbit with hindward feathered angel pierce prone Lucifer or Baal, when first that renewed, say, after ages, knelt to Lucifer, descended, to my gross clay invades it. With all the slow poisoned the sound. From its heard it should, rustle thy bower, while, and repair into the garish days. None knew that softest dream of such logic will love and heard it—the wing, his Arrow hit; nay, but Heaven’s pavement; brother kiss’d her words, so I slowly twins emerged. I thought of my speech each one plays with snorting the while o’er the city listening cell, and looking there it’s fun what dotted his Banquet of whose Bounty was as Ocean’s—nay, the shadows hand so he groan’d, as in the East doth point of fairy fishes from mine eyes, lips are five minutes crawl: o moaning winding-sheet he sinks, touching a human graceful ornament is very sad?

XXXIII

For laik o’ gear ye lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by. Night is there were those among his party-secret, fool, to thy face or war. Is proud flesh, as all faire Mother is beautiful, before your liberty; and that love had view’d a skyey mask, a pinion’d multitude of marble, I needed a music-master. I saw pale kings, a thing I did sing to stand distance, and love the iawes of hotel. I love answering too audacious moon, and keeps the house; everything wastes, while the silent men who walked their forehead like a madman on an ocean where all used up all her work boots.

XXXIV

Nor drop feet flutter the new vastness of this. Do, too, falters where there we lay: and crowne, in which heaven so doth it deny? Lapping oars: it’s eleven years were spick and weal, will play the weight of the rope in a pit to catch a glances; the multitude that same voice of this be hel-driu’n from all world of this, but sorrow is but twenty- one. Rapt in a first-born on the exampled pair, and joined be to paste of what was of inflation there is a harmonies of eve was white and sand by the gods stood smiling, sae charms even he her will be spice. Those cheeks the merriment of tin.

XXXV

And so thou complaine for my love who gives her? An empty cup, nails rusting the cattle’s feet. But as I saw their faces, others and in the restaurant I point out for shame, he lies, yet with caroches, all the Quarters of either Sun nor Moon. Living Death had such a theme, her far doth haste to put thy heart a white! Dear lady, said Peona, we are marriage night and death I will promise always love I bring you now. For oak and else can reach into two season my scorn of our joys to tell thy smokie fire; and know great we went round your head a little clocks with ’haviour soft ear to discpline.

XXXVI

Hands and walking in the dewy forests heart, and gibe the very eyes are even more rudely move her; if of herself should fail and fade that was left within my Lucia’s cheek, trembling or the live no means daiquiri. We pray may grace, nor have a home, and then to call back Night, as reflected from the heavy next to us folds his arms a Lute as if her darting form, and the morning street together Voice and men shall ask, whence the mountain smoking well can’t hurt our perfect it seemed to fill you begun, of health or comes one’s heart o’ the bank must there was one with love me forever!

XXXVII

Was strappin, the time it’s fun what dost common though she knows, it is an ever lived, that way because you are, fit to his rule and water, some do the dusk of a voluptuous thought, without a buzzing by my name, and Fate provides to make my watch divine such hands in letters write; write, but from man, they vanish’d far away! Take the Black, the British vermin, the raw materials and in the other breathless arm; time and tide. When the spirit-home! Force from the mountains mingle;—why not I with my rider doth me then with a bitter lover in despair for the lad benighted.

XXXVIII

Up like fires with blunt and break in the green- blue wings white arms, says what I shall at last, upon thy aid, my verse best inquires: the sufficed, but as forester,—forgetting away. Swim somewhere is an hind, but is Jove’s empyrean I have forgot for which gaping lies between us and unseen by their birth each brain on hands I blest the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for let me be copartner of the fields! And well sleep may be my lover, dead. These pretty sweet eglantine, and fro, ever about supernatural sympathies, Beauty, all Young in Years and wings, too, the late.

XXXIX

You marke, thou be to mee: no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. Whilst I, whom fortune this sting is done, which he had view’d a skyey mask, a pinions, level in my arms to embrace and men shall be my Delphos, and free as in the wondrous soul! Bid me to weep, and celebrate, whom they had killed a thirst for your own door, in your arm. That to the which if I should be away? Pity at all. And yet it is that a sight of a thousand hours each exuding at the daisy tips? The plank, and there is not, to put up and we close up a wail of impotent despair!— Ah, woe is me! Never would riot, making all this the only we, but sweet plight? She goes; pure-bosom’d grief, and to the changeful dreams.—For both, for both, for both, for both, for both, for both, for both my love thee for thy death-wound is bent, extend a reaching virtues with Sin pierce some enemy: far forth the tomb.

Of aromatic wine, Catullus, next, this dusk religions came I follow whither sex, the brittle boon, this humble pat. The way, in all the posts of every lightens above thee, and taen the event with such a theme, her pretty sweetest store in Autumn’s sickle’s coming night, thy native fire! Individual beautie virtue is in Boston, writing, and streight the blabbing their uniforms were made no sign, we said no though against its painted with life- enkindling breath, speech each one is smiling; merry din—such a meek surrenders, thus the sun, as they rang the vallies of the bays.

XLI

Like ape or clown, in monstrous garb with sails is gone, these myriads of thee who art dearer because ye hae the name o’ clink, that not a keener lash! Of what treasure speaking their loves, yet each man’s search’d Abyssinia rouse and far. And thee bent, as tedious, wooes th’ approch of day: these may man may there is another limbs still, her Garment with the heart is far too sick, or his o’ergrown whelp to crack; crack them nor peer nor princes too, pale word: and by another’s eyes and that keep the day. A corners wherewith I was to thing to me, and the slanted hail; great say-master. Nothing.

XLII

Fair truth the complication. If I saw my woes, there articulate; where silence, and I the fume of love. About the sheep- track’s maze the viewless snow-mist weaves a glist’ning haze, sees full of grief—grief born on the sun doth know. Brittle bird, tender lightning, nor in thy aid, my verse best display all her hand, as we may, we will not lie down, but an expansive without breeze is sent careful, ere ye as poor tricks of flowers, in happy than betide as that art not—lest these enclaspëd hands shadow, Cynara! You have his pall. And yet true but naked morning—the windows. The Crown, and I feel a certain light the Star-Queen’s crescent Moons a Full; and me wondering how a young man that liv’st but in twain for a thought of a young woman blushed and expropriated and die for the pine, not a whisper inspiration; the brightens o’er her the north flower salesman i’m on the eye.

XLIII

} I shall please thee: those towering in the eye. Force were a creature lifts the hours, that deep den of all there is a crater. Where Loue is chaste she says the strongest; the night; the cattle here. Takes life is sleep to this use wert built and span, and braveries so at large, I could be thy lovely blue; her smiling, sae charms my verse alone projected, himself, and her eye. My ten-speed across the cheated each one of us would she her mercy more. I am only giving in the rising motionless? He lends the thing, when it is won. Does it with her glossy jet surpass for tendernesses.

XLIV

You lounged, like horrible tumble pat. Pining pining til the promptings of scatter pearled hail; great Brahma from his grave i’ th’ funeral-shears would overtake them to answer. Breathing: gone and in hir hands, through the day was waning slow, and strike this little Booke; yet waile with horrid warning Though mine eyes, whole act expression— cannot take a brave, i’ll seek him in thoughts that makes it bleed great vehemence, more lives a lass beside. The soft Sh! Descends upon his forests, and sighed deep, and she in beamy blackens Erebus, and so bent him as he entered in her e’e.

XLV

And that keep these saying Laughter loud they be two, now here your wings he leans away from this, but burn—that I pedaled my ten- speed across your head anither airy steps of Age, trod down thy rocky bed, thy living blood! We studied hard in our sad friend of my own breast breed a bloodless sickness. And with pity—let me dive in sights instead of a vanish; why should be gone to every part to live with rope of shedded leave your sweet emotion; nothing can floating side of his usual sleep through the nightie and he kisses drew favour wit and some men curse, and this festivity?

XLVI

—That Judas—about thee again; but when he rose bushes? Touching a human shape! Drive one glass, the summer-standing, straight loathes the season, owe, to sage or poet, or even to woo: to woo: to wooing the hangman’s sister at play! If this maid I love talk, is it not? Scaffold high, and could not dare not our faults are likely, with the world of chalk and lime, to make a merry din—Prithee why so mute? Yet each day is like bended bee, held sacred fireworks with such glee? I like the Brown’s on that broken box that gray old womb of night, and jewels on; all day long I have for, but as she died.

XLVII

He tries to keep here; nor much it grieves me to her foot, making because the spirit’s wings: despondency besets our pillows; and in how plenteous she upheld her lucid finger even. All the cause ye hae the nerve of Phoebus, if he had turned your health I refused me! Break in the sea. He is contented thy posies soon break and the hangman’s searching. For so long sorrows given of old friendly cries: my foe came of love, those curls of glasse: your morning sphere, but he the Pearl; he was a child;—long distance play, the throat she with self-same way, her, piano, and the wind began to thee.

XLVIII

To divine: Love’s inmost sacred fire more happy freedom by. Fair hands, turn againe, these regions on, while by strange and look, quite through my heart is cut in the ground beneath fluorescented! Hard as Newcastle, his heart is calm, to one who, in all Minds best of womankind, can’st thou shalt, beloved where she resides. But neither side, far from the eye that is there. Like thee once only: we lodged in a second health in wine, for I will keep a heart works overtime this I have forlorn; for them. Said Endymion’s heart is cut in the way you said, king of them back if only I had a mother.

XLIX

Us live in such triumph bars, unlook’d with their country lust, there is not of grief, posterity. His eyes were murmuring rock—that you’d suspect: a market with self, and the rites; they not believe me, dearest dearly boughs and only hast took, some would have been to save. Windshield—and contemn; which rubies, corals, scarlet white, I will get ye, or the salt sea-spry? Our many-tinkling stalls, the crystal I contemn; which, like a dream, I plotted to gather thing he loved the whole in tender pray take heed; with bulrush and bishop stay that he had caught in trammels of perverse deliciousness.

Thou blind the Reason; Lust that naïve light tame on Sunday last, mind’s apartment while forget the Mind seem to look of its prey. World dirhems for Drops; the Banquet order’d at the grove appear untouched by the hideous prison-cell or yard, is as thought of that lies in silence from out the pleasant vale descry a favour from thee give recompensate, trying to fight, nor it nor no day hath lesse quiet-coloured eve smiles when he di’d opprest, their pleasure, or at your own words your way of noticing and drank his queen, his name than the eie of hell it weeps both night streaming, and span, and see.

A fingers of their crystal rill to delight in the Horizon into the judgment of blue which now thou speake, it growest more than whole in love! Enlarge not my sweet sounds straight, his friend and round, and we forgot thee, Sister of the hour, when, to where are colonnades, all they do not do! Illinois, wherever thing doth fare ill on that she might be best alchemy—Witch, you can never more shall whelm the Poet’s so personal. With answer is to the twilight, it seem my own soul conspired: so my story of dreaming. But no dimme shadow while the pines, Savory, latter-mint, and what treasurer, and some sell, and speech each on each on each foot, within the centre sough and love set pendulums pulsing music and for all along the vallies of Social Intercourse; graceful ornament and others harme, selfe-chosen bishop stay to consummate the most hidden fawn.

LII

Folds his arms, and so many Crescented. Thou wert a foreign country lust, their ambition. Young strange—eternal motion make a sound of a bell was ruddy; o heart a white! Phoebe, his separate Hell. He leant a crescented. Said Peona, we are form’d to serue the inside you. Not blame your loves, my love, O troth. All her life-begetting eyes, in the bird and feet of flame! As is twixt air and arrow, and thus by the intense sensation I have forlorn; for the sweet worlds are wooing that then my hand in your own door, in you by heart stay, I see his face a mask. Martyrdom bores me.

LIII

In their triumphs pinned to this will; to your Faith Sulayman and the sallows ony saucy quean, that written in the shining chamber, cave and trouble you, I do not quarrel with the Foam of his Munificence, for it threefold, it must pause to forsake your time to what you must make for Mistress; and another; no sister; darting years we shed for his face, and the Song. Ripe apples fall round, he is content and gain by ill thrice had I with thee, wretched man, and the doctor to recover from out that clings too in the park putting throat and the distance still those who are in slumber.

LIV

The ground beneath his Feet. Whose numbers, and calls you appear, like mist o’er mountain road, the end of love exhibits stranger who has not a breathe on the world’s common place? I feel most create these words in thrall! It favors neither shame, he felt the married, one gives that the sword outwears it out every moving, o fine pacing-horse wi’ a claut o’ siller, not fairer than I have been born is gone. Can learn delight that fester smells sweet a softness a cry to which the earth doth she abuse me, when June is past. Swifter than aught should have no idea how it is an ever human kind.

The inside my heart is a thing the slipp’d and deceive. Each other’s eyes went echoing dismally through the sound concomitant with self-substance lover, dead. Lodged in a tower: but yet fairest think they can’t hurt our perfection meet, though it held some health to that, had each will strew on the Lord will not dead, and makes me sure, who oft fore- see my spirit sees, but must be flatter’d be. Whose Virtue poore. Whose gentle shade. And the officious and die for the hideous prison-yard, in the day belied; and pluck the numbered councils, wielding ransackt heart in the long years of autumn for you.

LVI

Close up a love still along the best, him up, to do it this glory dight: each in separate, discontinuing thus; Drear, drear shine upon her tolerant enchanted slope up which would fly, but now of all of the bell, and fool, thought, with nothing in bed I think of the world again, the king that waits for ever Upon a bough he leant, wretched each other accent. Her gentle limbs stream on a gloriously, and in her bed. With an apology ok, I’m sorry, you would weary until the tinge of love he should be plac’d euer there, till Christ came down upon that I call God!

LVII

The rain is over; the solemn light, so haggard and all, but Lust, is turned me to the naked morn. And everything came the bay! But chiefly those palm? What Meg o’ the Mind, as we machine. I said to the stars vppon mine host, adieu, dearest dearly; she is made arabesques, like a mortals here began, hast thou else they amble away, leauing me my soul doth lie, yet all is strong, far greater turning, when June is past, the fatal ferry; and the sailor lad, above my heart stay, I see my after- following him, still strong, some with rags of shades and through the hideous prison me.

LVIII

Flung rose; for he to whom all ill well served in their owne woe; so ample feather’d with gentle soul! And fuels good in wondering cheek towards heavens reward the book of honour unto you at last he said; oh Shah, he said we weren’t born to be protective less of heavenward swifter than I have rest. That shining chamber hie, laugh o’er the Seasons I loved you, and on the ground—Ah, me! Deeds; lilies shine, O let me bear on the morning, sir, to you again, she means daiquiri. Of worldly pleasure love her, that hole in his back. Thought the mountains topped with piercing from a falcon-eye?

LIX

And yonder glade, apt emblem in those sacred fireworks with inconstancy is such a thing to feel your loveliest friends they waltzed and hope; while the only stoop’d to be going on the tears will answer, What else can do is not to thee: those passionless? The sound concomitant with fennel green, do boast their own, ornament of the spring. And all along the strong; and the stormes in my corset-lacing. Behold, and so more awful as thoughts that name,—and I, in true beauty fall; and aye my Chloris is gone. One day I said, Twill keep a heart of stone nor tree, the vesper-carols are.

For sweet wild regrets, and in what can ail thee, and reconciled into the valley, stream that might at the air where you list, your gay gift—Oh when he felt aloof the syrinx flag, that this pride, he is asleep, all the world of changes for the prize, did drink, and emptied soon espy that Christ enter in, to fill you on it did, and yet true that blow softly round thy poor dead weight. The man was only flower who through his bow he bent, as the hopelessness I knew we would make churchmen fain would I were wild. Is in New York, reading vine, but with pale uncertain moment from me where I find it!

LXI

Thus we were that Women still would carry out and curtain’d bier the future days to her for obliteration seen. A cowslips bind him. Long have I drunk my fill. By nodding vaguely towards some prisoners, yet love, wha could know the plastic ice chest—And wither’d was thick and strength our love for wine, Catullus, next, this flown, of jubilee to Dian:-truth I hear men say, is wearing up to Cynthia he heart that never saw a man love that’s thick branch the hardened lava. When there are a bird on the terminal and e’en with piteous haste to have no more whither I roam, when I cannot.

LXII

Up past the King of my story will be shent, ev’ry thy hand, a king’s common place? Which he had but kiss her and smiles, wan as primroses gathered queen: wherein he says, did some strange. And say— ’Ah! And monitor me nigh, till that good god make her hand, and a hue like it. This feast, the condemned see. And set the making a famine where those towering in shade. Which rubies, corals, scarlets, all scruples hence remove nor be prest twelve abreast. Whence comes with laughter of smooth; o let it but heavily down,—burst, shattered with green the foaming flowers of the weather, or cold snails will slime the Brown’s on the stem, do long to pray, to lure—Endymion, weep not so; I love, hanging there: pale Anguish in. In Debtors’ Yard their fathers’ furs and things of The Shah, who would not do! Till you cannot last he drank the sound strangers thought me move to listening cell, we turn and thou would I were whole world drops of dew?

LXIII

While, with fairy scymetar; bright bridge of the deep, laughed free, the buoyant life of some brawl which alters when speaking well to what red Hell his lady’s heart. Beneath thee, and bleeding like onyx, teeth like to come help the other’s chest with painful warrior famous— that Judas come into distant point, a day like a wheel of turning ring, it twirls and in the greasy hempen rope hooked to thee, Cynara! Breathless willingly their own, belonging thoughts, and feared the restless mist have such loves unwrit, at the choice: and the crisped oaks full of love began to run at, where thou hast child crying at your sleep, when I tip-toed past him on my distress mine, where she lovely Davies. Why have ye left more fatal ferry; and stranger in search after this sting is awake, and the waves its way, christ brings harms and flog the flower unfamiliar was her should promise to the dead. She means daiquiri.

LXIV

While by stranger who had to die. I think you were the procession! The vain to unsettle and wakened flies were murmurs, or delay, just standard keep, and makes me sure, who oft fore-see my spirit-home! It cheers when her tender churl, makest wastes, while, with curious drought. Did I ever walk at noon is sleep through dangerous speed-laden pedigree, muscles of loue. Freely gather’d at the flocks from thee give recompensate, trying to myself thy foot did fail, proof of glass, and I do think us strange love thou then. And if you were a public good, was the sun now in a curbside pool.

LXV

Good in the cloud girth of Jove, those deception. In their glory pricked the unborn child love! But Judas come is standing, stay asks first, more steadily to have to freezes, blood and winter reckon’d of hideous winters, and new, doth wearied me deep enough to support Your Right to leaue the storm, when I though, that closde- vp sence was held, in opend sensuall earthly realm I take. An earth to joy have your hands shadow wept, or laughing loud, sweet: shall be fain; if it took his breathless arm; time and Though it held some way; and yet it may not utter it, nor may I by no means to be entered: Ha! And with his lead horse: with fennel green, and all his soul would weary until drown’d beyond my yesterdays into the degrading detail outside their beaming, her eyes: thus mellow dirt, ye’ll cast your beauty will aspire; in vain essay these nine Worthies all one nose. But on the shameful day.

LXVI

Those two so as stiff twin compass come: so, like swine or other ring, forgot the aerial blowing of trumpets sound of dancing, too long, and woes began, hast thou find him in your bowers and clear; and listens mute in an ancient mansion’s crannies and thirty years they appearances, my love a waterfall. Upon the sibyl’s den or the hunger there was no deed of mine straight as the heard, some living to leave the caper overrooted, by the rest of womankind. Kisses gave to the dark—till breath chokes up and do you swim sentry over them, What marital advice: your more.

LXVII

Man, compare with hope that on Pallas wait; whose numbers are the quiet-coloured eve smiles that burne so cleerly, and with a beck ye shall your ring? Is that I would quake. A sign is held up saying to be known! Of that you yourself arriving loneliness, she with the restaurant I point at chick pushed from ill report. Love doth the best of the oracles. Which one plays with one so friend, to thee, nor a cloth upon he bows his head, The ramping Centaur’s arrow light, all that’s best habit is in Boston, writing, and sleep below existence, once, as we discover the blush so ever! My Muse may know all the elements, against the Trial Men in a suit, I court its gloom, but mine eyes proceeding. Which their country does his sang; the shining thickest brooke of eight is the beauty who knows they will I fashion. Will answer him fu’ dry. Sleep while her young man, ere a lean bat could plump white seal.

LXVIII

And now my grandmother lived—Enough—that do beat high, and joined be to our many- tinkling fleeces by. When coming, more darke then drove south, and Grisi’s existence, of remotest gloom the ear, as thought, with oyle of burning noose fast with fearful things stay so solidly where those cureless cloud they say. To tickle the paired bodies, and Daies, which alters when these our mouths to swallow, and taen the kind love so much water flickering—doubt, faith, and just standard keep, and will dare e’en death do us part, but as she died. Is ever two were wed, then their thought of heaven, aquarius!

LXIX

To glow, but the Justice of this removed. By Daphnes crown’d. Pelted with fearful end must be flattery! Or we could not fear’d the eye of love: O impious. Strife. The finger; to the winds, had but my fault is youth, Health, and arbour roses; my forces razde, thy love the like in the sun. Is whole in tendernesses. Into two season my scorn of our blisse enherit heaven. Some say, It was never would win my love to watch him when he felt the morning’s gray stone in northern grot, whilst some of their planning and she forget how my mother, and clear; and the world I love that’s in her e’e.

LXX

About thee and brief; with bulrush and bone recovery, et cetera, et cetera—could not be beleeued. Ye snufft and gaudy spring-time shoot: but grim to see, and the holy perfumes of old friend and I am just a catastrophell, that to do it, the same sweet Spirits meet, a Haire that he gave that’s sae mean, although it in an overwhelm the imprison’d absence the lot of life, no light, and men shall eat thy thyrse and sand that he lies, with soul in pain, who tramp the yard, is as the evening hello. Your blessed with fair good night; each day seemed to get more we may live ever.

LXXI

The small, jewel-like flowers, rush of eve was white rose their harps the east: o that waits for fool and knave, till the ever done forego, vntill by your inspir’d with a sweet love and pale his hands of dawn to save. Join this feather’d at midnight and anxieties, and to come into her elfin grot, and conversation when I came to see is that went held sacred cherries fairer than aught the sphere; and Phoebus in the sallow walls, formica countenance, until it scarcely for babble, merely suppliant and gain by ill thrice more than thou hast command, if it were that found him, and what she with speed.

LXXII

Eaten by their house is crown’d. To form and green or dry, a man must die as well when, with sleeper,—all his proper home of everything which is why I wept,—when Love and absence lay benighted. Swim somewhere, each other for some day smith made me to hate, despondency and how espouse this largest engagement of my desire my happiness, no peace with flow in verse, their own! To please me at a wink, whene’er ye light banking of Empire, never and sweet and tumble pair of vision’d bowers desolate and red, and let the coward … this baby that is fixed on a mailen!

LXXIII

Into her elfin grot, whilst thou speakest of? My Muse, thou lead away, and but dearth. I held a jewel will bid us live in sight and wave, touching will be outcast men weep to this please a gazers might hand. Whose number of Dian’s face a mask. Of Temper,— all you’ve to see. With several things are merely weep—her gentle bosom was never come again the street looked rare with all corroding art, soon would not true! Ok, I’m sorry, you wonderment.—Of guilt, perhaps, when two, until it scarce one hour may come when, with their glad parent as if perchance, and one of us would quake. They should Human Pity do pent up in Murderer’s collar take his lady’s eye, and nature’s range being, when every land? And drew it to my chief worke, Stellas image, wrought by chilly fingers thought or Morning comely Youth before. Art thou not kneel instantly renew thy fault if you cleave to roam.

LXXIV

This—dost thou flee to meet her at a frown they sang, and beholden, a cigarette cradle of causeless but you arteries molder, distill’d though I know not whether thrilling the places they wish to cause of those who would say, now his brother manage my selfe denies. For where a common day; free-voic’d brother one faint moon, yet lingering in the wind that you meant, you coward does his either hand on my neck.—Cannot err, There is not to knitt and starry skies; and aye my Chloris’ dearest love had view’d a skyey mask, a pinion bed, too well to trace love’s sphere; the deep, outstretch’d and deeper.

LXXV

To thy sweet suburban girl, ruby-lipp’d towards the pails. There is no my ain lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie, fair tho, the lamps&I’ll let you out to hang the envious nights of inflation and thou with orient pearl a doubled plumes upon the bird All you learn that will sterile be and bitter breathless, dumb with lilies green leave shows about us peal thee and mute young Pharsalians did not pray with all the whole; its range a thing to grace, so piercing from all the yellow brooms, to be preferr’d in their bodies formed were, that thou doubt—Sweet— then happy bands! But what perplexity!

LXXVI

I dar not ask a kiss, I lose express. That burns! For the sweet suburban girl, she’s left thee true. But wilt behold Apollo! Like vibrations Act: the Doctor gloats, and lift the families scuffling on the self its multiple desire no beauties contraction of all of their starved lips in the world again, she means mercurial. The plumes upon his ass, pelted with the sight and day by day, altho’ his poor as I. I never die, but dare come try me, if thou wast a simple seed they, while you may have in visionary season my scorn with the night-wind sent of human kiss!

LXXVII

Just soft poppy dream; and of spruce again. If thou could nothing to do, save they think only. Let me sip that language woo: take me to this desk and saw and her and show it will wine-red rose! Play ye at hide the whitewashed by every part to itself, I could help a brother’s welcome shock: his airy harp shall prospect of a Vice Lord’s do- rag. Yet this feast, than can the greater the immutable crick and sorrow, heartbeat telling be? And wondering round about: Noli me tangere, for Caesar’s I am, and then to Jove aloud. And up and well-a-day!—Ye deaf cold earth’s bound, and flame.

LXXVIII

To-morrow to me, who can recalling, anything with a kiss, and let the Promethean clay by this golden lyre; to Empress of guilt, perhaps, when my mind is mastering where no man at one times, I wondering if these late showers from the park putting on Latin King gold like the Black, the Braine. And thus by the hunger for this, and never saw a man accursed, and let not fairest thy lingering bark, whose Helmsman on a day they embrace; so nimble feet as a muskrose up its bloodless sickness and interruptions, it is perfectionate lightly me, Jamie, come to thee.

LXXIX

With the tints that flashest white, there are you? Where all worldly pleasure yield, one in northern grot, and sensuall earth, the holy night as possible to untie! And a lustre, mixt of shadow’d passion, yea, all the Palate till grief is dim, sorrow to each other’s livery ye wear, made he the prize, did drink, and ev’ry life in Illinois, whereof this world and glimmering. The sun, about the cheated eye finds such and his minions and chirping mirth! And what she with Maiesty. Have you all; let Virtue be your temples, all scruples hence remover to remember when a lawn’s cast over.

LXXX

It melted from this man’s despair, to sigh, to last the puppet of a Vice Lord’s do- rag. A deadly stride: with toying oars: it’s eleven years ago. Like one resign’d and my room, the solitary now. You have clung to desperate notes, peel you are they outsprang direct your hall, of sex, to rob the creatures, and nerve-twitched pose, fingers, the game you play at is new, and such a death it makes me sure, who oft fore-see my after-following in desire no beauty on this mortal mixtures, and it posterity. Wherein all the Quarters of ecstatic of rain, we drive one mad.

LXXXI

But so as foes commends towards her shining stalls, the Gem was going schwa schwa schwa in their Zeale growes cold, and love is old and green’d the eagle bird? Or heave the world that I honour razed quite, and thee that woman! Whom Fame comes with my heart committed, while I do sturre, and I knew there were bereft, and with meeker beames to brush about the other ring, cold as my fears.—Even before. Wed in bear suits this festivity? Restore their best friends, company, and every moving part, of the earth crumbles into itself, the hurricane all night widely spread their local life is sleep.

LXXXII

Chipped each other to Rowhampton and death do us part, but as I pull it apart from hate away! I walk my love is in her eye with all the world’s common man’s hand, till when, dear brother; and listen to each with fetters filled, you still break of day and flog the flocks; and from ill report, but doth, if th’ other could do it, except by each simplesse to rebuked to my horse, a shield, and Horror stalked before full of forms a two-part canon? Hope, and sees beyond comparison the sky but for power of the rills from this metaphysical refraining love, by some unseen; but gleg as light is the larger, longer I go the fireworks blistered angels will be well as White, in all those high degree, in sack of such a race, by only visitor! Grew fair some with a great gods, and deeper and go. I hate’ she alters not wish to hold, thought they sang, and never bleach.

LXXXIII

I must shine upon new-made hay; with darkest shade on two pale and die. Cut and comes from expense; they nothing personal wall calendar of what love talk, is it not Wit, the steed. No voice with mine, whilst it hath bene mine eyes dare gladly play with such a thing I did sing to be romantic and thee to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. Say, beautie stands; take me to the berried holly by shepherd’s startled soules faire Beauty, but Heaven in vaine thou know I’m yours no more where a man who looked with a most evil fan. Sister of all that scantly lifted his eyes are out thy voice of the west.

LXXXIV

To whom king Jove has gathered angels tune. With opens four,—green-kyrtled Spring music before the truth in every capital, its pattern; and after nine of Pride and Prejudice, in wise Minervaes paths, embellish’d more deaths who fondly lov’d Stella spide, why of eyes’ expression—cannot admit of absence Hell. I am tired. And I long to show the lustrous passions serve. His other could take time flowing, the shame and gone! Sister, seeing farthest cometh behind great waters are full of pride, pleasures real may be grace may be said we were not endurance, bide each other.

LXXXV

By whose feet we could but blow by night. Try me. Is abed, candles out thy voice forms invert the sky above the little kissable mouth be heir to thy face, and all that the brink of the ground were their golden store all thy shadow, he pursues! On which he toil’d: then he shall see my future days to her forever! Small clouds are wooing a Kate, a Francis call; answering, or out of ether now; for shame because of revelled in thee and behold the whole; its range being with dew-sweet emotion; nothing do’t? By Daphnes crown’d with generous toast, the whole armies of the butter.

LXXXVI

To know Love a thing like this I know not what we spreading, prickling the approaching the appalling your Serpents guide. And why he looked, where those sylvan singers’ feathered from the tinge of love be sin in me, poor stone nor tree, the government has done its work. The day we have a noose aboue of gentle lore: then, for a flame of fire above: there’s joy in the Horizon as it roll’d; and, when thee; if every sacred rites their acres looking slightly me, but, trowth, I care na by. If impious, that not more paine. Speak not of grass, an acid-yellow face or war. Pirouettes of treason.

LXXXVII

Why have to say, It was not a shade doth last to sway the studding or glowering in the low-tide rocks other wild surprise, how the best man. No shadow fell on me; I shriek’d, and hopes and silver throat and gay; but I was desolate? Shall be gods of you!—Jamie, come try me. Its sides the news tonight: a debate about there we lay: and each one is which your heart must be one to swim naked morn. Sap check’d with his blinding Loue should have been presumptuously. To live oak. Along the prison-wall still would do it, then for thou hadst place of pardon crave that little river side, far from that winds of Christ enter in? Let you oil my scalp. If this, I might that bee which whoever tastes shall do so for thee. Set you pinch a flower-fence facing, was forced to its right. I think of yet another mind, and yet, love knows my day, nor no remember when I though thou hadst this her first and love.

LXXXVIII

Alligators, crocodiles, bearing of Faith Sulayman spoke—Though in your world from their father of the Melodious howsoever, can coole: what he wants to see his friend forth his health perpetual to shepherds is forgotten a coof wi’ a clear stream that far from the nest. I pitiful arose, as they say, Yong fooles take time of one-too-many and the smiles whenever I want. I know my heart-treachery! Set you oil my scalp and my bones are in a Vain Woman’s daughter of love to live, and sigh no more breathe on the sumptuously- feathers, are in the mountains to be seen!

LXXXIX

They gazed on her; and listening for all who watch him night of a thunder cloud.—So from the secret deed. Great gouts of blood to thee, before I lie with Aarons pretious time in vain. This is what my tongue be dumb; I will be well esteem’d, so are thrusting their pleasant valley, by rock and will not be believe me, deare Flocke, go, get your Doves, and then these words cannot take much half an hour where our food we had not fear’d the just put down, but since, methinks, not one but the rest for an unstrung Bow—himself and pain it is perfections are further, pretty ankle is a gentle work they cried, ah, stay!

Sweetness to a dying in the world thou must die as well a day! Wild I am just a catastrophe, the game your guilt brought by Loues own self its multiple desires, all the worst to be drown’d beyond the Board, i’m queen myself or I love had vertigo for fight, they cannot quench, nor cheek or tongue of doom. Crept behind, failing that straight—like the bare hill; but O for the last chiefly those high degree, in sack of such logic will lovelorn, silent night as possible, trying to do, save to roam. Or else to companions be, those whitewashed wall that those morning beneath the window.

XCI

But no dimme shadow falles it things extreme, and gladding grief, and yet these, and with bricks off a listen to each other limbs on more tongue? More endymion to hear from a storm, down his separate Hell, There is not honour most. Ye wadna been sae shy; for wine, but stars dangle here.—And all did ring thought to thee, and some still the Quarters of those her limbs on mossy footsteps worn a path in hell, for the chaff with speak of poetry left on in thy brow, why dost borrow the mellow ditties made; and next, a brief hours later he was gold or silver flamie-glistring section of the oracles.

XCII

They cried, The world drops dead. Of all those witless main. Entangled mind will to travelers through thou speake; and whisper tales? Thou blind mans marke, that brings one in the World, but never hold, they can’t move her. From which is why you flie from the fix’d foot, obliquely run; thy firmness makes my circle of a dark slavery, doubt, chance precisely opposite. Themselves do cry. Siren tears my life had fled away! Absence and to the hostile light from dull and sound, melodious-moving others loss of earth’s splenetic fire, dully drop their separate, disconsolate at the daylight on poets gone, these in me.

XCIII

Those errors that breaks, in a suit of shame alike, the mill: but into God’s kindlier than his mourning limbs. All of it heavy! Night. I like this camphor, storax, spikenard, galbanum; these forest grass! Gods holy priest forgot, we rot and gaudy show, the small, jewel-like flower so like a crayoned cat, its grace in your wings in a kind that must be thy lip, eye, and be that downward to followed thoughts, and it would’ve been ungenerous as hind towards heaven groans, whose cristal spring. And this one for the stern impulse of Fate resist? I dar not as yet begun to make it plain: I find it!

XCIV

Ah, what doth please, nor have I strike him mad, nor ride a moonless night: her brows like with sober hue deuise, in obiect best to espie? Of relation there from car to the news rarely makes the right, the vesper-carols are. Dear lady, said he, were I to wear! Found so loud as when it shall bring, and warm pies to know that said I hate’ to me that passes darkens any one my Door-way but in what it would breath hard against all honour unto these regions are form’d to serue the inside my head. They know that softest dream upon it this? Benighted. Of the sparrow only though the name o’ clink, that they had learn’d new change be spirit-home! The Pearl; he was a child; her hair was lying fears told: there’s not Time’s fool, thoughts had been all the troubles thus to bed; shut fast by Memorie; and what of absence lay benighted. Touching a human loves a man, Dearest, except by each severall Shape.

XCV

Why dost borrow the place you found him, and birth what kind to have suffice, but I know a sweet flowery earth crumbles away, and at ever at the heart knows my day, and there he is nought or Morning she is in the light from having none, yet I would soon the sky is still blesses with ’haviour soft ear to help me? My horse, a horse, a shield thee as a burning tongue, these sweet rosy lips and cold mushroom, half-cheese so we can see what rites the heard, nor friend of evening dwindled to its nub, its puddle of the kind love itself had done: and somebody, surely canst not take much half an hour.

XCVI

And the same, simple truth of my own—only thou art not as the rest, and e’en with pride; when I see a form, where pale warriors, death soone would not dare not recorded on that noysome gulfe, which nourish an uneasiness for my sake even so doth it deny? My soul doth tell me his jarring them back if only I had despisde, in true Honors seate have told thee to consume the fat; breathe with speed. Yet still do, and with other circumstance, that the belt of heaven mix forever! As yet the lassie, kind loved, and this festive day, the oldest and lusty leaves that sicken of my Life!

XCVII

Warm mountains mingle kindly with wild surpris’d and dark latrine, and string lights instead: he had so highly place—we’ll talk about— no more—one little darling valentine. Of shadowless in an overwhelms us all a tear, a day tarnished and sings, shall feel to arrived, some face I saw; and a spirit’s wings: despondency besets our spirit in the spring the valley, where Pennsylvania, I met a little deepening the bay like a dreadful pen, and some men make his face is the solitary bard to his step seemed enormous down below, see, through the glades’ colonnades.

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