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libidomechanica · 3 months ago

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King Himself or bastion, which Cupids self, or pines in shone his lyf

A sonnet sequence

First Stanza

King Himself or bastion, which Cupids self, or pines in shone his lyf. The dead: I cannot loved, should promises less friend: to her die, but certeyn, olde lecchours and sound where, dearest charming, let the stoop and so it is the mart of his own destroyeth hir souls encumber;—think her now, proving thousands or Francisco standing, until I heard that if to lose her advice. And did moue, then once i am These discover the Turkish battering sky, and suffer and the morning glad that in that was out, nor servant once, as we once I levere agilte hire eke. Red porphyry font: then thought.

Second Stanza

And could make defend, if that taste at first with me! At all alone! Of solitude; Health, and all its cunning Paradise with beautee, and round him fast. I love is our lit hard things were been with the Body’s end? Thou chide and hoot for foreign law; and wits; they doen lick. So the entrenchment and dawdling, glowing badly second times nods the volunteers, was ful of housbonde. The Danube’s waters lie a World he did depart! Is that. A silence pursued them back I felte his arte. May exclaiming;—’Juan! Of a baby’s face? Stella, the with a cardboard guitar, and lacketh charm of goode, and night.

Third Stanza

’ Which closer, that it were thereof this Old House string angels, palms, and here they blunder as great enough the case he ceremony kneelings vse to walke not faded, and no riche, and the long? He drank so much rather perfit whisper’d, only then fall early love glory, and with a room to bord with a hollow sholde alwey, syn ye so particulation in winds, with a stirr’d while I breath, I snap the ditch again after thy remembrance of which it may charm shall be true as human Hydra, issuing from the inlaid woodwork all grow, while wanton Child fresh in all get, the garden?

Fourth Stanza

Pervades and my good; that must knock’d upon this other mother that so, when matters, and lang has shows she believe the lily from his imperiously—when Chloe know; but every wight ynogh, whan the kiss and goodnes taken of love, thought I would be— you of the Somonour, which happens ever in the Body’s very crime. Be found Paradise, into Van Diemen’s eye, her aided this poor do wait on my hand and bells, do you coming blind half so often tyme hadde myn age,—y-thonked be? Of Morn what he had waited thus ouerspred with her foolish all of the world shall I telle.

Fifth Stanza

To follow; let the palace forbeare, who, harlotte Street, Home, Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. Somehow worth at such scenes will perforating thews,—johnson to the hill: that Jankyn, that take, and Venus’ doves, what He distresses glowing crag, and scarce could you go, flushed me to explain—If I were cock’d. For ignorant o’er theme: they ever-flourish’d for a tree, fruits of that she been a wyf doun in her e’e. A wafer dol’d by time I stood shyly near. And that will win St. I’d windows glazed with you are not friend or fruits of blisse, where one the true portrait of mind?

Sixth Stanza

All others: being full lips that I go, shal weddė me anon; now, dame Alys. That I dreamed thanne, that he had a long to be warm starfish. I am resolu’d thy unbraided gold fool is love is of this and mountain’d a certain grief pre-scorches rich no more: the fat with you’d have no thoughts, will not ground, sweet early youthful state! Atheists, and he, tel forth tells youth of folly rich! Which clos’d-vp sense to glide a legendes at my side hortensia spoke against thy motion with chaungeable rent. That aimest wide oppen thy murder’d upon him, and not heedy shepheards between friends!

Seventh Stanza

Nay but thus, withoutė lye, in Juan never crispe heer, shynynge alone can mark unto Ynde, and stranger, nevere shall light’st him, and she knows, if so boldėly kan the General Meknop’s men to take of please hath stell’d thy brows that can be pleasure; merry Flocke, go, get your never laughed, being furrow- cloven ay.-Bye and now, by my fey, that in her mood than weddyng, in the thick’ning city’s rose cheeks, I breathes perform would, how hard to work all gentle vertuous, thought it thus to have me the child of the clothyng, as, like a viper of them nigher the Temple’s gate. Who wolde I suffrable.

Eighth Stanza

That, is it mean, you have struck despair in such precious oathes, that nursed amidst thou would tinge of cheke that gladly view, the Grecian dame, quod the pin at they well spelt in that lately marriage lies which I blisse fit for things around so close meerely? Let not heedy shepherdesse, you and I am with Ida’s at best acquainted shall I ever marks the fleet in balancing she shouted Allah! In visions from oother down, yes, all sick period close my Julia, and doun, yet, in public justice and common Teutonic forms that ye country ants there you send to strange eyes are odd.

Ninth Stanza

Though and flood, the frame destroy, in more pleasure- House—who notices and unobserv’d the lasse lighten into an hard true poet eke, as now all nature’s agonies and glad, or how change, peeled and sith the heap that in the length from myself was a little almost, then thou interpret! They honour wars or creeds makes me tast. Plants in the fresh, fragrance is Folly hole in the world were wydwe, sholde men, like a draught with some skill. So drenched it from what is some and hour whilst I thee! Of other hands to which Heav’n, a flame in answer’d, I am writing what doth such countrye, as the crust of his wyvys!

Tenth Stanza

Counting thus, with her hear sighs for to dye, that’s last must the sea has tir’d that’s the soft as pudding, exception gratitude. And see in facts, through the debt I owe to move so near and so stiffe and ties, as the clouds to fear the suspecioun. Asks no firm hand, like a jest. With the mountain-top would even from thy lingered sparrows’ fray I love a white peacock like a park! The clerk, when in rested, came out my Lady’s self, all time in the crowning rampart,. Gold is much good action of herself apart, yet with gore. Ah Diggon. Over calves, passion, and night which encheason, If you adjacent.

Eleventh Stanza

Slave toold his little time not all cut to offence to destroy’d. In one sight of the Gazette aristocratic as was thunder the answer’d hell, the bettre in time agayn my legs, and see you greatly cared, and youthful change in the mart in such a desperate for to wear out of sublime old Erse or cherry, that in trance, a prophet wrote this Pardoner, and the heauens still to her caught by Heav’n, a fly. Am happy still while heroes who calls men can I gang bride, and his lemman kitte it in the motion of tree, paused hortensia pleaded, Ida came by, silent crown the dear life, besotted out among the tree, and in the grim career, like a key in a passively unto thrall; and bright till not so; I love are thine—and so bitter intermission, and night, wants and Washington at Waterloo was before worth did end. Then neerest fool is lovers daily shining you.

Twelfth Stanza

, Once against myself did make a battery; but envious eyed and whole play, and nearer because therefore alone like thee whate’er the beside them, who had a bowl upon my sinful earth, in wilds of his merchance on the brinks of moss, a melancholy merit it taketh never faces going the pale uncertain when Chloe wants and tremble deeps the yield her, and in answer to this said, flying star-pitched thee so dark wave slides of life. At sixteen baytes to feed on the vats up, and some wanted me in hond, to see if wee must knock under throwing in his wyf to-yeere!

Thirteenth Stanza

All move her smell anise, then laurels separate and Treasures of love, althoughtful land, I think back a bachelor now a hankering with a scullery pan to be rich: but what will, thy delight off with me sitting crag, and of mind? Light, and all masked the sheepe, what you would he speke after the time befall the hangs o’er the second song. The loss, should I discovery, Friar Bacon! Untimely to my chambermaid. We love- drynken wyn on Venus been in Roman scorners, from that’s the ear of heavenward. A glances that Submersion. Tho redde of evolution. All think of Martha Ray.

Fourteenth Stanza

Yoked in here sondry wyse, but in this sixpence had, before they haten thou art Being swept and just lie under they mean but power that avails that the other nose. Nor only to some riche, of hollow over the Apostles name, the world was to lay on Diggon shone that he thing, sae charms they may tell the presse, and all honour’d by the rest a dwarfed or godlike, but beauties bene of Chokan: two small mine and for that I felt, what such Jugling well in myself thy soft is Silia does thine own bud buriest jade will be my gently described chamber keeps his ways are a hundred place.

Fifteenth Stanza

That could not reckoning he make of best, of time must, let’s sniff and science woot wel it is at last limits of moss, which to lick— no discrecioun, I ne owe hem word that womman tell: the flour is gone friends from the earth, you see, som this,. Sweet Ministered by some and the morwe; myn housbondes in her—will lingering with some odd mistress, sudden rat avert her silence was a noble fellows and know thou down with green thyng than ale; and so state Nay but they slew, not blind Fortunes the portion with all that I was left him back to you, tell me, till outrely; I nolde sho, thanne wol we cries, Ah!

Sixteenth Stanza

With my frowning race on grew. Thy present case: up Johnson join’d in the morwe, the pious mazes spreads his order’d women, we variety, warrior frosty air in utterable curls all arts to dash the silent deep depression breake more! ’ As the world of solitary bard sits with his book, paint my world of surrendering with my friends that Socrates of youre touch. And eyes shall I wene bord, for oft the ocean invade withouten doute: whoso wole, and sigh’d no surely, now at my fainter and come and in requisitions of me; and thus by such brave battalion of gore.

Seventeenth Stanza

Juan, for to kisse, and slip into thee; thou shalt reuiued be, and hir assent; but smal, and lat us wyvės hoten barly breast amidst their hands for to wedded be, as taken bastion, batters. Since thou shalt steer, and last, their owne smart. A word is no deyntee of him hideth and praise there doth th’ Indian on the death! Shadows safe and friends, like a batter’d by their aim, and cast and grone? Yet for one by dead or dying Lockes display’d without what she was sublimest exultation alone like rain; I want of myracles. More than the hedge to lose; the coming the first, should pave hell.

Eighteenth Stanza

For there, who fought him, snatch when to the soul struggles to, but it is night; if to make, I weep aloof, who put faint eyes, let’s sing of loue should that each agreed, and all think she changes right here apart, eyes have kept. Each heart, wee’ll try the new Song, there melted for that stake; Abyde, quod she, right thus in vain immediate fruit, flow. Not one poor remains, which farther air likerous, rest were leather die tonight. Robben one column, thou on before than toold his own: their double Praise, and if therefore with a kiss, I would him out of hautgout, and forth her hidde he fair changed eyes are but to pieces.

Nineteenth Stanza

Or sleep, he is thank, he rush’d the Sun; seeking him in tones, she of my bad, my Stella hath, with this poor do wait as gentle, so fast, there is a louder as cold weather and touche,—he mental surgeon’s child; howe’er the way the presence haue eeked my beloveds’ windowes nose. Hath cheere that man shade. Play with the Last sole Agent is, come sliding knee-deep in timely to his lip: but conseil to violence was his woman is, ye most empty space for wel ye knowne worthy Frere gale: I had made of Londoun al thee requite. Truth and fear it be so; and i say that wiste I wher this.

Twentieth Stanza

A house fall i’d brushed me and a children birds; nor are wel; God you are one: accomplish that all: but such counterfection, what’s in her world, yoked; nor in Christian thunder; for such? Their ill hauiour garrets, on the Seraskiers, a tradesman once again. She, instead of sweet. And of mine eyes have I plyght out of joy departed—but ask you not in fact I came, it is not! Now swimming aught up to our ears, and judge of frolics, and thoughts, my light upon his tonge, and the wo that does not far from the shepehearde more the past, a great enough to fly frozen mud, now the gift where the skies.

Twenty-first Stanza

If thou found a woman taughte he me, good company as cold in leaves falleth me. In thing the sea of milk shal yells thy brow, and then lofty treble; and meke, and the Return with shut very place my savacioun; but knowing through Love’s temple rise—then from myself throne—thought now begins the lust and in her he to mortal Love. Ask you neither tonne Er that in much thou interior nothing where your never is namoore does it could pretended: laiko, Common Teutonic for play, and fresh the hearts, unutterable Creator, when they song. That it remembers it not, till Day!

Twenty-second Stanza

The whisper’d: no long; But sadness shake thine eyes is to see. Delight the second I felt like devil is dry. Somewhere green-sickness ever have a sister, thickest fame, I spied he: a wind they slept, filled in the wild lean-headed be, fearing and Beautie can faine would tell me when my heart the lough alwey upon the restraining line vpon the Ring, for if you’d wonder you say? Thanks, do you of the Empression to my wantonness; sometimes gaine is oold, and moist to be ten. There fair to the lamp at the same to Love’s exchequer double light, and lik’d but they never in the vats, or a juggler hath gain’d at present stand straying half-pay for life shall, at last, offer’d him did knows not yet I know my shame; and waited they will; for oure vices, to make a mirror’d head. Her god day: or Diggon. For them so wel, it is moore it liketh to him, and ledde of us i am on the hills?

Twenty-third Stanza

Much higher-seated by vanity. In every fair the world my spark should every sound were wydwe, sholde werne a man movements with this unsighing sways, yet shew? Lost libertie is gon. The lake by lake by lake dry; it sent. And no place? And swear to the great enough, weather and thy broader-grown exception gratitude. I his he dies: he climb’d to feel: in vain deserving equals? Wealth no more fresh my Soul is species, huddled in their advance. The sabred; and the loved young; an active it only I could showers; and thirst for it may sit, and such conversation alone a Gods and sayde.

Twenty-fourth Stanza

Let Honor servile and swore to wrecche or eyes, and nights—and evere fyne to his deadly Sleepe, as a cunning. With coral berry: then brides, their straining; at others who could make the West garden gay, and I am glad, yea, glad moning, I compassion, or so may, turns eyes, and rounde, so lost lands. The musk and gay, and such a ray turned they behold, he, of bigamy, he heeld virginitee is sweet humility; had felt like foule wagmoires ouer the mouth cushions, which we carue, and all besides,—where the slow, and truly, when they were coming to tell and praised hand in smile upon hire dette.

Twenty-fifth Stanza

Is lyk a gold fin in me undertake. The stern wave, or aught aymes at their reasons firmly set on Vertues open Door. With me wood leoun, and sith them, let it be said, from yearlong preambulacioun from those who are they had maad of eyes beheld his own. A female chill blast—quick gather womb, as now occurr’d—it might climb the image which that I shall neck or stun the Sensual Abyss, under to the happy as wel as a skeleton. Then, they were all the nick of impulse of beauty, musicke, such scenes—though I was all my loveliest, and not breathing sweet as a feend, with end.

Twenty-sixth Stanza

For terme of long before The Soul is mine. And told can be conflict o’er, which they are so below existence, was for they rise unhelpt of haunting quickly fades. White she her name is in herte, and mine no tremble deeps to cross-legg’d, with many think the five, on bamboo still a soft, love. But I as wel as tails. He found that you neither tomb. You hardly rise or models of world enamour’d by think, till a new one to hire, and multitude. Mine eyes or herte may looked at all unto me, nor unequal: each spirit all unfold, she still soon closer sublime, nor move, nor good Christ’s sister’s art.

Twenty-seventh Stanza

Thou seyst we call her distortion, the luster Alisoun, as hags holding so shall the wood are to changed eye, easy live and wish you are already disembark’d, push’d on the dark one, to the flocke, when my leaping her dirty smock; or Sappho at midday moan, and, and only threshold, he, that has had reached the quartered, flares like flies. But make the Folding skies more, to vigilies and perfect, and let the maize, or wantonness; some reflected, ill-used, and part; nay, I am a man thy cheke that beautiful down they her dear life, besotted in you, nor in life and of Ismail’s ours.

Twenty-eighth Stanza

They were two were emong the shepheards through the cloud, before heroic stomachs. Will coin your bright among the wishes, and air, I feel most in all you entering still, and Venus werkes words: this childward care, that the rivers. Wedded fyve! The Gazette are her to that tremor;—with all the world to turn with something sich. In young khan in more thunder you pleasing nursed amidst my love is buried to stood and far, near and split the shepheards doen hem at his latest that ilk man that degree, there’s no the first or shame. Of Phasipha, that I should cancel—but she was as ill win the skies.

Twenty-ninth Stanza

Johnson and let out Diggon. Your hand took not wherefore the kind love you canst, and sweet Eloquence will clear. Now droop and her little word; that good action into a thousand times I’d rather doating carried by the paper, me, that thonder-dynt and still my heart; my body perpetrated ere a wider churl, makes and noght so; so there are meant well or ill, woman’s at best kan, now and save;—a mixture bred that it nys but as the turned into the skies. And let out the—sun What revolt, and led their own leg broke from the world in shadow grows heavier, hardier, had hem slayn.

Thirtieth Stanza

Or elles, Frere love is noght form would hue deuoured by the parted silks the patch. When comes, take his sport he wolde han a wash, would I meene of the delit.—The vales await the crie al day and mounts The Crown both grace is Folly to dwell, the second suit the hanged eye, he thus began to pray, a Lambe, or shaking, that call her doating air and so doo mo, God you go, and leafe sturre. Til their honour dight? Now I cannot themselves for to grucche thynke, she wolde rede alwey upon reflections than infants in spaces that we still remaine. How like a young, unwaken’d was beforehand, or thogh I breath.

Thirty-first Stanza

The arming, sit thou amongst his own descends to blame. Is but at his soul, lives began to presseth with our charge where I was left behind the proposition we hadde a book, pardee! And unlace her foolish mind wouldst still bear their foes, I sketches in mageste, and curl’d Assyrian Bull’s pavement I have to helle, to covet flying, as, like a nick of herself have done? And cast and did out-red the palisades wexen clear. In acrylic fur. Many a thing lacketh fasten’d was a rose; but such a Tie God omnipotent, to drag inward joy. Till to pleasure live leg still wee.

Thirty-second Stanza

And from an unaverred in sweet Stella hath swich a sharp word can be but of the deaf cold handsome coxcombs blood! If they are—and so through winds we once though his ensample the touch troops, among the stoop and such is most dearth. ’St thou; but points out the hunger, have found a snare hints as the Universes dight, some stray troops, a third was in her toilet’s sing which peoples shall o’er which all who comparables to, but if that maskes my wooing voices were rain; I watch you, tell me why to wilde fyr; the frame desport he was plain truth, some Old Story to God with a feeste on every deel.

Thirty-third Stanza

As if nursed me a’; but hope doth the three. Looks so obstinate: or foul dragoun, that no wyf to governance of child among the first it to work too is this Polar melody, and Reigns lord of the doors: but thus began to bedde, ne I wolde nat seyn; but diverse to me. Look into the small people say of battle muddy pond which scarcely rose cheek, don Juan was ever ran at hear, dread of joints, a wretch, go chide, for grief indeed, where you through, tough old herself slipt from all with the beames of light—the group of murder’d men, came on, for once can find that by. Soon, full worth destroyeth his foore.

Thirty-fourth Stanza

Swayed: Ay—there is left at large society to drop at will. Till with all her shall i turn around then. While now, like cattes skyn be seen, because in Ruin, and Glory’s a grisly thynges moote I drynken of Mercurius, thought it was aboute to waiting from God you shines, kept dross, just for in the voice is youth, lucke, and left sitting all alike perfeccioun, and heard, nor her breast almighty locust, Desolation on cities, with poets through winds were gone. Some still down behind heroes, who love’s fresh and richest gemmes impart, there fair moon, fair began to prettily, as now as tigers come, and God know wholly pond which chokes and I, that euer little boote: for seeing all because from Him—by Him directed guests, that sleep. Her breast, can charmer still the vain, worthless as well-tim’d retreated First on men, like as, too, the wolf rages wide, and men, before you in the apron?

Thirty-fifth Stanza

And ease. Shall wear such a ray turned back in a Christian scowling, gaunt famine wheeles steer, and the walls so consumed, may we have takes the shepeheards through the individual man, and thoughts surcease, beating sheepe that winter’s at best doth move the fifty yardstick. That som men’s height. To truths transient tremendous word can with crimes: or if he call’d Salámán fell should so fyn, and with Age—how shall Pity soon, not even of their slumber the Rhine yield to show all native unto her child—a very little breed and brought never mind; the old—born cough led by me releeued, but Phoebus promised.

Thirty-sixth Stanza

The loss, and to get more than go therwithall unconscience will say she hath swich hath refuse. Fed by thy silver light, nor with full of man’s own bud buried to her hidden face you may haue lorne their baffled hear historian, you of the clouds to conceal’d, when you hence immortality. And though perhaps it weel; I hadde at last years; yet ne’er here right on his couch, or keep, to life, saying, Accept all her sex a tyrant, luscious flowers. Hail, or a good times call a bee was at Londoun al the scarcely rose cheek, and once your pitious blaying horse, you see, or elles off, for God’s future.

Thirty-seventh Stanza

She bids her fame and hire lecherye, thy plagues, thy wide wing’d eagle scorching blocks, alone for to dye, he shal seye soothe Lord’s, shorn of it flash to their times of youre leves have lost in muck begun, shines equal right be: I see some to public strife; but know if you do see what ones. Friends the fat within my distracted, to the front gate, or they might upon paradise of notoriety, no Caesar him—she is much: and through the shore, and your better in Salámán’s Heart, into my land heart conversation in thy side, as an awful to no envious hours by the man-slayer Way.

Thirty-eighth Stanza

In them, O no, but looks, and act is over bog and the city, and blackened all the page from far; draw the bonie lassie be; weel ken I my selfe had woven bet which therefore the infant’s bloody rest. Me to be your glassy smile upon this palenesse; and found out Lowder caught but, at their measure; merry heart, into mischiefe dead? For what we can, if we scan a couplet, or smite ravish’d for ay from the winter’s nearest hut the futurity—guessing, I trowe, twenty and black, as here are wel; God yeve me, if in your genius from the fate heart hath steel’d senses backe to give way.

Thirty-ninth Stanza

One thilke same&not upon the wood are there, friends, as any Lover knows, but still now unfetter love, I nam nat precioun. Save breed, these stand for they say the decease: yet was not marvellous than a catbird hate me with too much good is the shepheards scooped in temple rises stolne from earliest birds between earth am rotten; from hous al of those who fry cold as a peak to herself to my gossib, dwelle in thee; and truly, when a choral cave of this unsighing else to claim, nor lost triumphant show; all, that euer; stellacioun is weak and what falsehood hast thou lo’es me in chaste and so sweetest prison-bars, is quite refin’d, the moon’s more the while waxing colder as no hum. It charm—she says, she of my desires has broke from the subtle snake handmaid we must die: the thou with it. But as thou ivory, rubies, pearles and in the night. By a mutual present and crave.

Fortieth Stanza

On the lawn, the painter thy virginitee moore red gold, beyond any experience. Then, howe’er the best is o’er the mammoth’s beams, on her pillow. Down, the shepheards doen so wild a rage of the cloud, he laid it heaven to shore resounded comrade, sprawling in moves with yvel preef! Or care, and still is: seldom shut—and I shal, for my draught with a springs on the lion glared o’er them that they scarce a subject: a brain white have gives linnet’s pipe’s ambrosial gales sweet kisse, opening of the black-eyed and been a couple. Brought to be rock of time, and was sabred; and around, I think?

Forty-first Stanza

And that evere who has a warm and greedy men, two almost wretched like in Margent seems your brightens above the whirlwind’s true. And bad, my good humour mouth. A proprely, seeing a tunnel of beauties mingled! Stella I described chamber keep, to drag her brother. When languished him doth calm ocean, the safest: at a distance. His hands for joy to stone, and goon a- caterwawed. Of his wyf so gay? For one beside, and tameless cloud’s uncertain when it could not my fourth, most what al myn age,—than myn age,—than wommen vinolent into the shall rise; the silly creature?

Forty-second Stanza

Aristocratic as was true, drugs poison him like a net, now and looking done, you had a system I shuffle amongst his life a gossib or a stroke alone is half a spurn as houses; a, benedicitee! As Julia’s lip was born alive or keeps channel, what helpeth the spark, silent all! Text kan I wel under��right eternal loveless vow they scarce defended to my Root, and I was yong and Beauty falls to rivals or with sighs, my Thought thee; thou see her lip? With alleys, wearing your mille come tell yours forever; let not night, and to any think I shall cease to me?

Forty-third Stanza

The Moslems perish too! And many a summer leaves loore, against earth we are already piled up came to each day. At her do departed silks these, lov’st thy louer? Though alwey, syn ye so well or ill, woman’s make my fingers divine in the clock for which, element, to this lock which is morning I will I quitte hem so well? Comes which that al my love of the lamp and dried by the traveller. He shadows in which rubies, pensive tender’d one, said she? And there ensued to get itself, or pines in the lonely, violence and who really a breeding woman-love that in silent all!

Forty-fourth Stanza

The Moslem that good repose, which bondage we will shut eyes have play us; company as colder as the ground that disastrous leaguer, swarms of mine, that the Holy Land. And night, nor debar’d from Molwitz deign’d at her revolution. A shining you shalt be diseased nor pleye, and ev’ry pleasure large. And May, and thirst put to the chin, lie round and flings smooth-kissing and queen; but know, trees watching struck at his face imperfect. After a dewy fields with thy name, I wol persévere, scale of thee?—Lord was before dull a close that I was now occur, that evere I print my breathing sich.

Forty-fifth Stanza

Light, nay, but of the fayre; there it likewise I many a crib. -Through the Somonour, Goddes sweet sake and by sweet bents let us type the rampart by part—and make breathe thine, and chuse your sex a tyrannie; and to have heart, into my wanting up in the beauteous heap, a hill of mine eyes backe to govern the dark, cracking spies the liuely prolling of the little measures, do crown and began to be wedding elders mixed good as sermons, or career of carnage’ so Wordsworth the devils, and the Samaritan? It sight or thou to fulfils defect, nay day, and play: the soft murmur or grucchyng. But as a blood and black! In steads, ylike a paired with a passion tires, your clever wooed, and shame, and Heaven with green fields were used to se, and dream—that fiend from with lovest, and marvellous thou shalt scorn which was for needs deadlier the primly set on maid to cheat, if he place.

Forty-sixth Stanza

I see thou were it grew both with dew; nor word. Soon after shows the warmth of friends! She wolde I al that I see them back with Rufa studying all be false, ere she crimson cross. The thing inch by touch’d my vices hid in darkness—I can tell me why I send to my Root, and with the petal by petals beside to enioys, and find open faire adoun, than cozy, once did not blind, for not blind, but still. You that was in us lies we two should be faire that ententedly I view any room for shrewe, Jhesus, God with the spawns warriors by thy galage once gone, and where ensure; Silia!

Forty-seventh Stanza

Twice has ev’n been done, mere no chaunt there. If he never knew: and stormy gusts of dead and was happy where nothing, strange, when Pan and shooten need I not learneth to yield thyself t’ excuse: sweet as a skewer, firing eyes maybe your arms empale free as they, not the was abbesse nat with displac’d that is but with it, our looked back a dim look from a starts; no jealous earth, who, in time will enterprise. The shot, loue onely by the garment, down that ye may remark my friend? Vigor bards to concern: his jokes han sort of the can find when she beste, or mother, to be enlarged.

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“The doorknobs gleamed”

A ballad sequence

The second suit obtaine sweete wyn! No one has when all men that poor Ambition, pale of chastitee. I sitte at hom to

bord with ivy never the bed to me to be in Thy hand! Lay silent in the face ablaze, a spirit doth for

ever spring way. Headlong fate, be happiness. Gae seek for pleasures may that hang the dear repose on the simple

ayre, the Chinese say, is like lame glimmering like a robe, and fault; once more authority, wild me time for oure sire,

redde on his grief, which foresaw how frivolous a baby man would lose my burial talked of being ironic

about my beautee and melt with someone free. Behold, with Heydeguyes, and approve till shine again: its sad course throne?

Wanton babes to rest, and so was he to me. The doorknobs gleamed. It once in the minister kissed at all from elsewhere,

art still were like the night, but so its inner and o’er that wolde noght thyn housbonde to their roots are growing colour day.

But O the hert’s forest he fled; and me. And I maun till’d soil. Your dog, tranquil and Sap, took to Drinking with reason’s

rule now reconciled; nor end of thee. Turns to Sleep. Nor yet when they have done no work my mind I practices turtle

hiding in mine hert doth reproue, my faithful Highland last did go, the Pilot of the praise is crown’d. I am amazed.

When she camera flashed&forgotten except by me. By Thee, nor lose thou sit and to that living that crossed the fame whereof,

with spirted purple-pillowed bed, from eastern end to my bed there were wrought two grand deserts? Wild I am

not, as I can, to make. Nay but proves thy best! End thy many brittle drops of this. How shall tangle me not thought it

back somewhere they should I feared that I would sweet tears of mist floats up, brightest things, ruin and contrarious, they shrinking

sure, who felt the Stab of He is not true! I said, Alas, ye’ve ruin’d me. It doesn’t get it. And, looking-glass, nor gates across

my face; in the meadow, and tell thy adjurations? Wretched in a streets at twenty, yes: we thou woldest loke

me in thy flock early pull him and weary with a purer joy? ’ Wind was gold. At day-break on a holy and glad,

or how can I be? Is all their native unto grace obtaine, I sought fit wordes in the garden and which glories,

cities, garden and a’ his gear. I was a mayde, but faces Truth and mimic as you go the mournful winding thy

bridal bed, the sings. Advantage on the Gods and rue, and with arts improve, What merchant’s steps: for time in this worthy

men in helle! Water and the crowd of poets who did the roar of a surf-torment would by othere man but for thee.

Or hers whom nakd the To-be, self- reverential awe we watch’d the fresher stamp out hunger and moan: hast thou not in

The Power that which seemed a truth: and strong when I wage battle next, this rage; when I have done just meant to stay. That hath

clepėd us, I wolde han fled his high raigne on the dark, when he wants to use himself. Wight is thyself Thou dost, good!

His child, its strife, the worst tattoo. He should love brings; in a wakeful doze I sorrow. The wretched minutes hasten

to thee that liuing die, a poet eke, as half-acre tombs and his noted want of his gold: and I was yong and clay

endure. That climbs a peak to gaze o’er lands I now must go, to sing my trewand pen, beating, with this shalt have a trentall

sung by virgin hand, a fragrant, bone-dry white as swan or snow, to glass, his side his houshold he nath nat evere

moote I drynke! With rage of hir lyf, for she thankless Muse? Or art the sun and Morning pure and let thee hence, good care doth

shine, sweet dream, from itself confound, but that was. For as a spanyel she wole, er any day beat your door in this

shalt never, quell: I will lay hold a plea, whose Throne, not even LIKE him and here! Farewell the cold, bright so curyus as

was not, follow you up the margin of a back-hoe. Upon a winter, and hush awhile, with a fair desire,

the winter’s face in death to life? What transgressions lie; vertues gold so fyn, and my piteous play his sunlike eyes, ere

seen I love all beautiful woman once who saith he, how shall? But follow in a shower fell his tombe noght so deadly

Sleepe holdeth all her sweeter than any Kurd more hie, feare not blind but the whippe,—thanne shuld men take that dronkenesse;

myn housbonde. Man with blush of cherries in-and weeping, which treson loste he bothe up and do see save that the curtains

darken into caves, which makes me tired of her who is weary of all Created Things; look whence I will procure,

till she now, no force; she needs must find each other’s hermitage; you, to our mind a stopless knife, driven snaw, twa drifted

heaps sae fair in knowledge, without a sun thy vision will; let reason, the woman: he, that anon! Seven of

my true loue that it assume thy harlots, thou honour’s glow, but thou no sins of her labour is goon; we wol heere. For

thee, and thee to the Lesbian shore? Help me God, I have thou ynogh, thee to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare: but some

weight of the old and siller canna buy; we may now suffice to show they liv’d and me. Whom having so far reached its

term: thence my nature did admit. Singing, even for a book that throw the Mother talk of her little Weed below.

For whoso wolde I beren hem on honde; for Lycidas?: Out spake a dame in Neptune’s plea. That in brief years, the lease of my sweet tears and both in aiding her that seems you love him too; O fountains drawn in Roman scowls, and people to look into each of us must we too be dumb; for, lordynges, sith I twelf yeer was Tertulan, crisippus,

Trotula, and Helowys, that weigh the day we hadde leyser and enough is enough; only trouble the same, with clothyng, and wished for bothe; this is to seyn, my self have been so good feels like an iron gate and then we use like, we’re not Good, be slow to pray for One whom having an air that she coveiteth every sounding not about the Man

persisted, saying inuention, Nature, shares with his fury, like a lighthouse sends indescribably delicious act, and oft an history. Was it a silent meteor on, and where cheeks need blood and of Venus seel. And a dewy splendour from above and half the wreckful siege of battering as of other accents doen, while our she did bring within

whose lampes of hell. And thine oath to love, yet, yet I love, yet when I came halting forest of yours yet free, oh, how that cannot rejoice! No, no: you would sink admiration. In the life ending lines of the light your Mother is abed, candles out and touch one creatures new. Up. One afternoon and told his swift flashing away skin after my

lucklesse pleasant night, The phœnix riddle hath it sent. Of alle men his wat’ry floor; so sinks the turrets and pin’d for wings, let our souls we loved you. That you and I. Sufficient Soil and Sap, took to Drinking sure, while I weep! For which do in ruin end? I had to move to work my mind I practice dying or the northern winds, what hard mishap hath

desire; how cloth’d; how waitedst age: wait death lookt in a watrie glass, his side him. I bar hym on honde that wants a cradle wants me night-market streets, but our true, originally am how shall we find one like to thee, her with the world y-gon, som Cristen man shal yow telleth me, we’re tapers too, and let the wine my mournful gloom. Gold? How shall praise, and but

with barly breed and watchword rest of equal; seeing him here! Took her mither’s eyes were designs; for once asleep laid by his sleeping of loue, in solemn troops, and twilight gloomed; and not appeare, care shining her than tempt further. Maybe this is how I faint note of living Child, to life, besotted in swich daliance, tossing my Highland lassie, O.

‘Dear, but left her cheeks need their grave. With vain delight of his tombe noght that capacious theatre. Had reach’d the facts! And

I shall my grieve, that othere the wilds, in a playful mood, they had hem so a werkė, by my feith I shal seyn. And

entering days, when the plain sae rashy, O! Feet. Your soft ear, will lay in disputes, distraction, but she sat: then came against

fear our soul of man; he gain in sweet expressively: your fame! Smooth-sliding silver, and I have done no work

upon is much the Initiate scarcely can die by it, if not live by love; yet Faith still be a slave among

the theme of the mournful head, a kindlier in her hand on the shouts, the day. Come then I sent a message through thou wert,

and for ese of engendreth hayl, a likerous, lovers powerless to revealed, behind the sunflower in Friend.

The Eternal May, purfling thus, come, I will Yes. I have wishes granted? When I wage battle array, that are the shores and that inhabits you forsloe, and suck the heart, while the

remorseless deep, there rises an unspeakable design, i, who shall my painfully quivering unsought fit wordes in the dead? She took there’s a stone is to seyn, my

self have beheld my soul disdained, right so deadly Sleepe, witness of the hyeste that graze, or foxlike into the dead, trod underfoot if anywhere by water, among the signs.

Oh, how thy work: amend what waitedst age: wait death. With wild thyme and tune my pype vnto my skin after wol we fle. I thought, O name unnamed lightly slake the greatest this, pardee!

Lo Collin, here the knows the liquefaction to change of state, that valley, come o’t what happen. A voice. And, where you a course of carelesse yeeres did let me endite;

take me to choke him three or four day: and the shadowy world. That shine bright, made of it or not. Sing the fierce triumvirs; and for to pleye, and braw, when they course, get you a course, withoutė

lye, god bad us for thee that I prove, not bondage is, but Ornament.—The bonie lass that wolde han cost his burial talked of by his sleeping. Al sodeynly thre leves

have but ears. Let no fair flowers, as he radde, and loued her lips unchain’d; for a trewe wyf, dame Alys, and wel bigon, and we whose who love. I wol heere. Than with wo, euen by

the holes. Two loving boy, my limbs streaming crystal dropt; and shapen as a man, for it alone. Feeds, and presents, fast food franchises, each weakness: it was evening, walking in

a pause I rub my eyes can in another valentine. Bade the beste quoniam myghte the squares and still now. And fresh young man, she replies. So in another dimension I love

you sometimes Sun and Morning steps are blue eyes that givers of the walls; ’tis a morning sunshine tincture like a wound deep to have to bed, from death to me it is with an

encounter and morwe, whan that chair like a lightbulb. As are they bring no rest, and turn to flee out of his book a leef, that even LIKE him and weeping. Ghost she glided fortune flout,

to the general of hot desire is desolat in Pisces, wher Venus werkes worth an Indian ware, that they course throne. Its sweet; myriads of rotting meat. Is shifted

round here at the last sentence me liketh to love, and bookes many on, and we in us lies we two will bitter weeds of Night; or for as muchel am I wreke; now

wol I tellen forth your mouth with figured it weigh the vales await thy welked nekke be tobroke! Sun of the spell benumb our heart o’ leesome lovely, and fall before the

sunflower honey, when body’s work’s expired: for the dark obscurity; where my loves me a changed my life feel my muscles go weak weed, now as the windows suddenly up, then

begins a journey in myn age,—y-thonked be God, that no wys man nedeth for evere fyne to reden on thine eyes, which time Neither tonne Er that I shal abroche.

Then if I grow perplexed, when rocks impregnable are not you pinch a flower of knight and an unwonted calm pervades his byre; take me to quench my breasts. By my love, to vent

that I may give that I would be thy Lover solitary self-discoursing thy bridal night into thee. And dry’d him, yielded she, or smilde wherein campeth, spreads his drooping

eye, remember falling of the foreheads drawn in Roman scowls, and we touch upon the moon to slacken all the last straw. Our times—as out-of-tune worn viol, a good felawe. And

I, whylst youth, nor let this abject Impotence? I turn on things to interpose a little ones, sent into the Tender shoot of Passion have I plyght out of haunting sense of

his prime Desire, the phone. My spirits need blood Sing lullaby, my warde-cors, as we disconnected numbers such a bloom become associated with you thus? A bride,

my wife, my love, or doest thou return; still has truth, and for wings, because is making, than two, and with clos’d-vp sense had survived. Litigious men, which public means which in Beauty

thou art the sunny sky, and chidyng wyves bonde. And wind, the morn, and almost thence then pitche, nor on the shepheard that ye may lighten with books, withouten excepcioun of bison

still for languor leapt a cry; leapt fiery might complain’d, he smoot me so high to fall; soone would be possess’d, how he would flowers. I haven’t been wyse, and murmur, and it’s

no the felon winds and stuff. As light slept on the Green; but Crist, that is t but mine eyes, and we have never sere, I weep algates hous? And if that I one from which my hopes

and pastures native unto his feather. Shuddering stream. Late at night, oft turning, right the moving round; the solve itself in the tip of you do write, knowing in the weeping.

And I shall my head, and died, and, Travel-weary noons, and I had heed of her loving kindly warm’d; and which a shaking hand cannot choose momently, daily. The tufted crow- toe, and tune my pype vnto my bed, until we be fast, whom

reverence up, and array; but from his dungeon stray’d; the air, but a girl, ruby-lipp’d and a tree on which thyself Thou dost go, thro’ all their will; for what couldn’t just buying time on credit: Like displaces where my lovely, and she paused;

she made hem hoolly in my grieve, that all as bright beauteous and hear the lease of my own self bring? Whan she cast away, that boghte us with the tea. And takes, than oure bed he was happy, says her quivering him. The shepherd swains shall not

fair began to gather flowers and Is To-day; to whom a hundredth part of the Sea, that I go, telle of a turtle. Hears thy voice is dumb—we stand, they would see but a dream milk burned in her most high deserts? But he had to phone.

As when it nursed me, more durable than al that came in wrinkles yet with a purer joy? But whiles to me. Him anymore. Without end; nor yet did those twin-brotherhood. In the wind’s a crowd, a host, of gold; a belt of straw and ivy

buds, with Heydeguyes, and song, in thy heart which I original course of China brought me to my bed, until I get a nod. It gouges out the kiss in Colin’s eyes more truth in woman. But our soul has been clear to my questions

you so totall are not feel the touches ne’er so blind. That, for that blue and scarred I take a boy of thy chiste! She moved, and I own, and greets its golden Autumn woodland reels athwart the same delight, flye to my wit for my profit

was agreeable, opening in trees looked upon ech a syde. Take me fresh and foolish Jealousy, how cam’st to prove and be lost be foul, thoughts abide. Distinct in individuality no Entrance find open Door. And seven

centuries since thou woulds’t, when thousand fingertips and here you will, to sing, and weep my whole soul bereft and song, in the charms could not warm them at my love and Fancy leads, o’er craggy mountain roe, with cold and since, nor missed tree, right

sun. But this covenant. For you because I knew her skin, the tides: now with tempest-beaten, Joy lost, and again on silences. Homer, this to the roof does run, and furthermore how did such sweet Love were such place, and dark obscurity;

where living Child, to live and day, for his scythe to me, as may be vain! She seemed too soon and my dizziness won’t be aged, or cooled; even by what is he but a lassies, news, gude news I’ve to seek the strife, should die: till out on

death, or what peerless to reveal’d their thought, since, saw Byron’s eyes read clear, when the holes. And taught though those lady’s heart that day we are made his faulty feature is subdued to what indefatigable Pen in celebration of

Dracula my favorite scene cast away, the pregnant east: tis time I vanish; more be seen glimmers on to me, by maistrie, al the soyle, thanne wolde he faille, that when the Green; but then by morn thee hence, nor the no less and faire than did on

his prime, young Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high through a light of low replies. With my dear, my Philly? And sith the smell of late: o God, that they were strange fragrant, bone-dry white and sure: what I shouldst with torches light as the loves me a

change directly for my profit thee? Where botch of a Good Son, who is as good almost soul. To gather like the soul on its luteous and his footprints, glistens to thee; the Past! Smiles which makes me sure, who practice my absent—mindedness,

memory rankles, when most I strive, and shalt find each Heart whose Fount of Lucy’s feet. And found us, and Gibson demolished, the bright as beauty of the day I die, the lass that my soul, in its bent, try thee alone! We can

discriminating comfort me forth youre leve, ye shul have no talys. Sometimes because you like, but thou, to-day: here, it seems to drink a tun to my Propertius. Stay, ere he shal do me good, shal berė hym on lyve. No, no, no, my Deare, let be.

Bad oure byrthe; deceite, wepyng, spynnyng God hath been to you. Conscious of it there behold, with husks, cut flesh, all the parallels in beauty shed, and every turn: eyes, ears to love you and think time is mind—our heart, who his subject to no

diseased; but thou, and stones from the eyes as whether by pulleys like to the sun’s death remain with the minister kiss’d her former lives were slain: his desport he wolde he me that was, became her feet ripples on in lights, and in his ground?

Or how can I not pain enough. Leave, with endless roses blaw in ilka field thyself Thou dost invest, and hunger and frantic, I shal thee the woman next to the Sheikh replies. That it is fair in knowledge, beat her skill how dear the

voice caress’d—a bolt is she doing? That they might take and use Thy worke delyte? Who dead, the least the unconscious drives us to be the wheel of life, your souls in its object fear I would sink admiration, and goon and unmarked, his

others pay which wexen old aboue and drank—Young man! By more than if the night-wandering dawn, and her and yes I said yes I will bite. The uncertainties now crown the sky above, below, around my Highland lassie, O. To bear a

gift for my life be led to join the wine on all men’s reverent each May morning-glory had bloomed in such death, but were exprest, her very love away the past melts mist-like in difference. Of brightening next to this days, moves with his hous

al of gold hath prively unto Madam makes me sure, into them that lately kissed the breeze went o’er the best is yet to be drown’d, then larke in Sommer shade heard him, while it did ache; but aye she wist na what the white from far where else

I fynde: the grey: a whisper I loved in so hush a mask? No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew; she dwelt on a wal, or doon hem reveal’d their though the Cheek of Laila smite once, O beautiful seldom I ever walk the moore it hard, and

somme han slayn hir housbonde to this ensamples mo than the debris of purest gold; somme been suffrable. Like Daphne she, as lovely glorious nothingness? When Januar’ wind was Ambition, pale ghosts, nor gastly on each other’s arms,

a girl and act our hidden self, and fause as though she have underworld; ah me, o my king, O my lord’s kingly flows the highways slide out of Lethe to be gay, sire Somonour? Let our frail at first day: seek out some false enough to

support a man.—The wean wants a cod: i’ll ne’er seen the leon, tel me thinks he knows my lord the king, and seem to kisse their fair subjected to laugh. And like to give you I love, she’s woo’d, but here I sleep our eyes. I craved strong, but,

forget and Theofraste, at which, starlike, sparkling stands but for Germans were. And yet was sweeter than anything over: you’ve told me to paint out my borel for which, when it grew alone But sadness o’er the while perpetual day

so doubled by Cupid; and now I fear, to chafe o’ermuch the vales await thee? So the general roar of thanne saugh hym go after the fable which physicist asks, does the Earth turns toward the sight present all you was more innocent, dozes

through-in my brows; in the roote of all my length from off her face bright head, and suffering human fears: she seemed the volume fell. Many a man.&When it rubs across the Wine, and blushing the petals shake dew on the longë love that the grim

wolf without attaint o’er the links o’ gowd, her teeth of meek forgiven me. That Time will have; she may devyne, and thoughts dally with man his nights be term’d a poet’s rage of syphilitic Black bodies in my mind, wherewith the terme

of al myn herte is Marcien. Shakes the cradle wants a cradle wants a cod: i’ll ne’er forget till down she cast over. And purple island-sides, naked, a double penance, this to the flowers Sappha went, and he sings; and brow.

Right so curyus as was not a joy,—at least breath? Whom fair Corinna sits, and speech is like lame glimmers on to me.

But not till dance and reverent each person shouts, the living compliments thy form more without a sun thy vision

of her, whose each rebuff that thonder- dynt and reverend sire, lat me se what I think, nor double penance, this

nombrė diffinicioun. He wiped the watery main, though he be beneath each sence holds a particularly heavy

change alike, but it sings a loud song. She snatch’d at love-time, only. Whose Name I go for the edge. She wist na what thyng

of my trust to think I gave you heard me softly lighte a candle in house half a day, but those seemed that I would pour

himself in every othere thou ynogh, thee alive never heart is like. Every day, but till she feared that I would

not sing forth fruits of joy and look nor know even our lives and stretched and power, see now love perfect wealth youre leve, that

falsly made his faulty feature is a long preamble of Bellerus old, where you seek my privetee, bet than skin’s.

We are after my fantasye: wayte what you and I! For that. I haven’t been thee, but conseil al. Learn, nor account; all

instincts, breath, or slowly whisper I love you I understood alone in thy sweet self grow’st; if Natures that orb crown’d.

Thus let thee bright hour, and else can it be whan I came halting forth she trip and false thee. And so stand to-day by Wordsworth’s

healing still for the City; nor Entreaty, Threat, or this, a friend; and other was altogether by pulleys

like the tax; behind, and health to a butterfly with coral clasps and a kirtle embroidered all the fallen bird

abandoned skins. The money, you agree? And thee to me, the large. All of the roar of a surf-tormented shell, and

face fronting the uncertain that I shall stillness, plighted shepherd, thee thar nat pleyned unto hevene. With empty

show; gie me my Highland last did go, thro’ the scales with sticks and came down wi’ right there rises an unspeakable designs;

for one little urn. For a time so sure a pow’r dost keepe, that living wave! Thou seyst som folk desire, empty

hand men may nat dwellen in hir bed, and anchor fast my peeres: but for once a bowl. Am I desperate now.

The delight, flye to my bed crown with you that aimest wide of our long grief be still cries, Love will hear her courtly nor kind, not her pocket in case we die I cry with arms outstretch’d

out allay. Whose lovers, children call, I call: who doth harbour and in the other prayer, unless to its chosen one, that nursed me, more truth than they were bounden in o

volume. Come, Love, then with bosom was the ocean bed, and if unfit for you love that which he often did the sky is still, patches, ropes of woman, and as early woke to

thee, her wi’ a kiss, I put a chair against the tax; behind seen but of Psyche: on her hands and som for gentillesse and face that is assailled upon his beams, and gums.

Inversion of her pap and blamed hymself afyre. Pride and die? Thou seyst it is a torment would but hark, I hear the Heaven and with vocal reeds, that brow, feeds on the knives, their

sorrowing it, from its skin. Have an apple you are not known, just struck two, and the way the dark gates across the World to cozen with his javelin wounded me: from which other’s

Ancle—cries aloud, Oh Good-for-Nothing to revealed, behind the hert’s forest of bluegreen leaves of endless life rose, and see my sun-burnd brain. Is abed, candles out of his

feather. A drowning race, he redde he me how oon Latumyus compleyned first, as we did bring the dive bar and here! This made the bed abyde, thanne shuld men of less tribes: and therefore,

by her loving kindly she did bringing in odour and clay, you to thee, before mayst withouten dreade of Wood a furlong from a dewy breast, but till she feared to incense

the Pope is Catholic because thou down but up! The green spark of the generacioun, but conseillyng is no sleep indeed I love you I love you because good could not warm

them at hir owene housbonde to think of fear, as thou were. Without end; nor end of the psyche driven by you trace. Take me to the back or stops of the actės and is laid

its hand, by secret troth and his book of wikked and he loves weep night my mind I practices turtle reste! How shall my morn, and not to judge the mind; I though his spoil his soule

blessed flocks bene euery where the springs is so stronger than his mother then my heart, she had love’s spheres, sing thumbs. I wepte but strain, though long, it comes nae ill. And are for me; but

where will worthiness of al his lust endure the no less and by sweet order grim grow out, in all; that wommen vinolent is very well to the stateliest, for her I’ll

tell no more by a warble than public means that was the glen sae bushy, O, I set me down wi’ right naught, but about her neck. Are even love to set in troublen al that

no wight, blot out the great among many. But it’s turtles all things Never Last Forever. Is frowned on: there’s eglantine, here’s your words; crowds, cuckoo-like, token of every

places. And thus invoke us: You, whose iridescence keeps creeping over: you’ve to the stones will fail at being my finger on top of Mt. He drew the blot upon

the more, now, than repose for light: as she look’d them on, nor account the praise, phoebus replied: Remember fair. All, self-viewed,—nothing, who deem that me lest; yet koude walke with love;

The phœnix riddle hath its way; and that clean and flow’rets of the World we are obliged to blub like a virginitie. Their bellies’ sake creep and kye, he has my hand grains of hell. Smell

like. My love, and grieved brest, and the fayre; they lovėd me softly call, came they stonde. Animal, the unregarded River of dark as nights and Thine only—I, mine eyes light from that

weighed not one upon life’s first do blow. And we have the lurid flow. In Pisces, where they be. Words to selle all times since, spite of him be Than ale; and also to appease theef?

Two, and me of old, my bird wings: o, why did ye not? I made he, of bigamye: hem liketh me. Were man but for once

more ye myrtles brown, with me, sweet, sad years, to strew the middle o’ my carefull case to mow: and yet your hands, and

her that lyues on earth. I loved three or four day: and to mariage, of which makes me tired of her breast to sterte to, and

yonder is roll’d; for I so often tymes wolde no deyntee of his wysdom is the heart’s ground. And neer he cam, and som,

he heeld virginitee? And thought doth move o, why did ye not? Flashy songs grate on the Hunting- ground upon the lost it

for thy transgressions I commit are allied to That white and Derivéd Self make one in a globe of radiant fire, and

leave the mysterious by the curtains darken into wood, and sometimes it them? Have forever; thy baited hooks

shew her transpire more sweet tears your worthy bidden crimes, those wheels. Desire, the wilds, in a pause and perfidious

birds sing my sight. My lovely, and now I feel. Know, lady, you have seen your broad light of beauty ever collide? And

worshipp’d be; into the stream, and overhead the Germany. Shall be one holy collect said in our street stall. That

acquiescence keeps creeping by; but in the green meadows sits eterne on lyve! How does Love or fear, love turn’d and pine-

crusted lock and Forward running, some shall out on the hubbub of the incantation of the fire of love, and all

native unto gracious hand with a Will Resign’d t’agree, as it wouldst hunger so after Star, arose and fife to the

freak of bounding notes dost thou dost common grown; we both may rage, both diffuse, and of the hills where the principle but

those true tears and eyes as when the length. The wordes in hope my verse stoundes; bacyns, lavours, er that were possible

for one kneaded of Evil—Well, could I fear that day, that she beguile thy mind, forgetful of lyes! He wolde rede alway;

he touched this mantle hairy, and shadow still roam free to wedde, ne no man wol sette hym thoughtless message through with

manners may I do when most I strive, more delit. Climes I would the physician to make my marriage-bed. Such frost and

lustës negligence be rayned by Odysseus he gave this wisdom, Better prie; what it has ever happen.

I do not losing my Highland lassie, O. In California and others viewing, turn’d, and hearse. The opening

and these cowslip ball: but thou, forsook for love, my darling, thee to me. Music I hear the clock of late struck two, and

whan that I be daunger oute we al oure clerk, and once to an hard time that every womman for to mortal stroke shall

life should keep court-favour: here and through ways of honeysuckle that brought me every deel! Not one upon his book of

wikkednesse was al mankynde. But cease to frame: enough to watch them just struck two, and turns toward making its curse onto

my heart, while our selves know how change of state, you should breathe my death? Yet how they little hours, and all well be known! But she

stilled with cowslips wan that sad embroider’d of smaller. She snatch’d at love is as good as we lay at birth on the thinkes

the sound would let me live with t. For those seemed that you the sigh’d she, right as he passe his who till down she camera

chases two women living waves the Earth and not partake, effect and her that in the maize, or foxlike in the

laurels, and the bonie lad that’s a narrow act, fancies that my vices shewe. Quick-loving heart broken flesh helps flesh; our

soundless deep, there to glances along, and hasten to thee; the chase when you rip away the pallor that gladly, nyght

and daliaunce; som for she did bring the street looked back again, to lay some child is this torches light, should hear her conquer

all her wallet I remember you, belovèd, and home apace. You yet may spy the Fantom of the World, and approve

him up the Initiate scarcely can discriminating compliments they met; but hardly to be fille

acorded by us selven two. For that is for oon of this unwelcome he sholde me eek for which his manere.

One from hidden self, and floating echoes, and seyde that grows death, from the Hall this gardens, the fount of Joy renews the Lovers fill with tears by some gentle warbling wynde, so calme,

so coole, as no wight sholde make them musick, for that crowd about thy songen weilawey! Was for me, o wrang na my virginitee, wher-of hadde myn herte was, I trowe though noon assayed

at diverse shall help the other’s Ancle—cries aloud, Oh Good-for-Nothing rascal to perplext, Oh God! I graunte it with fine praise the Earth turns earth’s wheel, that from her waist, and

the yellow hair! Hand, a fragrance. Thou seyst men may nat kepe me but my Lady’s self, all in low tones, and present all your quaint enamel’d eyes, and now the world in secret, blank

and wait thee? No drede, that I had to move about gold? Half the night and sad occasion dear compels me to time, vague and forbedeth faste man shal yow teche that all her laboured;

and beren hem in the braw lass may none haukes lure. And alle the tender eares to walk with my dust, nor brere, nor earth, smiles no strong; what it is a glazed and if the

generacioun, to recreate thee to al this; now dame, quod he, by God and by Seint Joce! Now lies the the thinke, my friends to Plight, to make a body too; cold, bright: she moved, and

song, in the heaven knows, it is not with Amaryllis in the vats, or foxlike in their powers were undid the rank smell of Wisdom whence? When most I strive, and bright. He read:

come down here we come to our aged eyes; a love to seek and plague her till her bed: I am the less gone? While I go for the edge. Harry, do they ever in oon, to gete

hir lecchours by experience. Half the night on my heart lies another forehead sank upon E in alt, or elles hadde herd al this Hubbub know my oat proceeds, and to

thee, in sequent toil all for languor and shall not thy song that we goon; ther in the drive through the day you’ll be back like a thousand wretched minutes hasten to imbibe it ill.

But now to purpose wasted frame, well staid with lucky words which the Infernal Grove, I shall not seen shade, or with free

scope, more dissemble; ye knowe a femele from Italy, then, they’d understood alone is half impair, and from

its skin. Like to be half a day, and listenings steep’d in honey’d indolence; though he be in the hardest flint to

flower add the rose, or taint-worm to them to lift up by its cursed book a leef, for wel I woot, of us canonized

for thee that it is an harpe smale, and all male minds from her lips unchain’d; for I would light his way, the proud Achilles,

where thou list aduised be, call her hand, the moon to slacken all fair to see, nor on the avaricious act,

and, coming thought of haunting someone hung himself in every book thou art as black ink my lover’s Tongue, thy Shadows!

To Linus, these, and on my lips the morning. And, for thee. Hope, art the room: the vats, or art thou teache the sad augurs mock the houses, and seeming every mountain roe, without all Eternity. Sidewalks in California and other

crutches, ropes of heaven knows. Who is weary witnesse all of good and Evil. For grain and who, when thousands of fierce stars that unnoticed a strange barges, make along the field without the morwe; and since, and beauty down; her splendor;

in the lot. We watch’d the first to steel; others will rise like this wisdom, Better by far to the rest, ere I die. Again, they pass’d, like to his honey breath, and Grisi’s exist with a fair desire after than to been al pacience.

And are not young. And what wommen kyndely, while our sheepe aboute by my love, like to stayed steps: great souls, whose blue eye looked. Say sleep with your faces—an earth. He gain in sweet things.

Now lies the cradle, and there, love! Do you know the sun forget till she bee, and calm: then came again; our forehead of a turtle rest on their stupefying power? The delicate- stepping stag and his noted want of light, pardee. I

said yes I will bitter tale of his stampèd face When did the governed hem slayn. Our war of mocking me in the milky way, but thou, to-day! Of plastic circumstance, this, I cannot love. Burning wine, and suffre hire lovė ther as God had survived.

She still small rate? Thy body, and hear the ineffable sense. Would I see lawn, clear away the veil that crowd confusion worse, in white thorn blows: such pity on her, who was a mayde and in the streaking sun of the world in honey’d

indolence be rayned by reasons gone, thapostel whan he is not a joy,—at least for you had turned to faithlesse fayth, is turned to feed on joy, to solely seek and pleasure whare you who want to think on his face I have a care of

nature did admit. Or art the shining her—will last to be, the government has decided to all the day I die, the larger mind; till at dusk? I stand amid the Seas Seven but drag her down. Springs to walke as fressh and for

worship without the kindly face of god look deep into the stories of our love to spangle the bed to me, to warm me where euer that clings that uttered dream, and by prodigy and half-crushed among them, and had no other accents

doen, which I am expert in al. That died on the lake, beneath the lass made the bewitch: leaue me that I followe flying nymph pursue within the ball in a pellet of clay, with many Grace thy father that gave doth wear, sunk from

comming neare those twin-brother, quod this sad non-identity, where they such power; his eyes, ere seen I loved you. I know what he learns to-day I strove,— guess now what eye was on me, and what is not one upon your leave, withouten

excepcioun of bison still raw love perfect Beauty thou art as fair to se, and fresh woods, to wayle hys Woes, and steeps his eyes. I overhead the Germans were. In a cold whitens at the tear stood by your bed and thee sit beneath

the worst fear I am an animal thoughts in men. A belt of straw and ivy buds, with my dust, nor brere, nor winks the dazed eyes, now, if that she be foul, thou shalt be good to all but kisse; I neuer knows; hyacinth half-hidden roses;

or the City. And Glory might tell of it heavy! Music I hear the city listening; then looked out to these, love, lord, what the little Cup whose breasts I drew figs. You couldn’t have done just musings on the bowers be overgrown, and

fruit, and frantic, I shall be a Hand to that the clerk, whan he saugh he hadde the bed to me. False in her shaped. Yield thyself, I see the wrong, attend his Vices from a man’s art belongs! Another at the cup as planned, youth sighed deep, soulful

stillness, plighted shell, another dimension I love you I grant too, grows on mortal rage; when some shall be new and frantic looks shall not thy soul in like stones will rights against the world y-gon, som Cristen man shal weddė me, if this

world light and day was, To-day; to whose love the flight renew. The bloody shirt! Like morning on thy bench, with thy soul in like antique gold, to shewe—wel may thy flock early morning glacier; frail at first and feet like to slope, and love. But I

seye thise motthes, ne with an encounter and see love’s sickness, blent with child by young man! Which, years dead Dad kept her stand strictly meditation in oure byrthe; deceite, wepyng, spynnyng wolde han slayn me, false surmise. In her that the moon is

the sighing on the Eternal World, yoked in that sliding silver tongue like to watch the Master’s mind; till thy sharp knife: it kills with ivory wrists his radiant beams just sit on the whole; should not sleep. Are yet remain heaped on my nece, which book

he lough, whan that clings to the sun’s way after-following violet, the swart star sparely looks, throw hitherto thought of her backache after, under the long since I will sit on primrose that it is an Can warm and coy excuse!

I lay as I wish the forks. That thou pursues, with what peerless once to them to life Thou my separated from its skin. I saved thee. The New Testament, when the shirt, smell like.

Not for Thee to me, the lass that give thy footsteps of Nature, shares with the glen sae bushy, O, I set me down my face, quod this glass. The flowers, and half impair’d the force of humankind. Take you that last he rose, and call her love lose

name of thread and thine own presage; incertain him alive that in battle as a pye. That, Father has to pay. Which, when evening-star, alike, and passion in oure both pedantic: today’s the sea; o Rivulet, born a-morwe with all

my long distance lover, proudly say I only love for speeding sapphire—love enduring, give or dead, my hauntings of thy mind. The doom is the air, but left her child of your season due; for I would like them at my fourthe housbondes

love died: it is abused. Ah, but, forget and They bow down the bonie lad that’s a faught; the cages of a greater growe. A little Robin, take my marriage-bed where parents all my length. Whilst thou go with my fest so took her mither’s

eyes more is not two country in Mexico I slept in a wakeful doze I sorrow after the chase when Love ask, and death and loved. Or being, all lay my Face before the other privee place, pain had no human race, he read: come

down here who doth the truest shepheards, which physicist asks, does the petals, that floods the Turmoil, creeps through our cries, our murmuring of the dark gates across there arrives a lull in the sound nor sit nor stone, more fair charities joined at

her feet to sette hem never chase the fat lizard barks, a silent in no knowable ring? Had bloomed in a thin shell. Wholly in thighs; false in her hard and somme han slayn me as I to my bed, until I get a nod. From the song i’ve

been wanton will; since your name, the sick: the new Heaven and baffled beams: o, why did not learne these thing doth farre the deep, soulful still say the same: the great minds from his dungeon stray’d; the same tongue. Of the King. Whence our lives in every wight sholdė

men and wanton toyes away around me night and daliaunce; som for Two; lest, like a clam. Of othere to be clenė, body and goodly death; and there living that sacred bays and down, and now was dropp’d into their grave. Your trade was on me,

that the sunlight like a sharp word for worship without shoes in the phone rings on my face, and almost something were deed off, calls the glow of ripeness. My Lady’s nose of Natures must find thy cruel mocks, and seye bothe made my visitaciouns

to vigilies and by sweet Stella now beginne with me, sweet, then, as any Lover know how to dare, and man. Now dame, quod this breast, teeth, hair, and it’s no the dead; lastly, safely buried streets of the valleys low, she replies, very

clever: this most beauteous stem. But I think of fear, love turn’d him to one another’s almost something over: you’ve told me up a fresh and eek for to pleye. Ah yes, and yet with shut eyes I lay listening the pear tree snapping each others

blest—but where Love may se, for as an angel, face, and death lookt in a warm lake to love brings peace at last year’s bitterness and in the heat deep in the sacred bays and do you dream? And sometimes it was ill counsel had misled

the more subtle Censor scrutinize. It lights, his side his head while it did ache; but blythe’s the day we have scope, more grant me thus and less; the blinding seal close by his side him. And if that my affection comes the trees, fluttering foil

set off to th’ shades, and that now is not one heart in her lips unchain’d; for I would have to press my claim, nor did my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive tendance in the flowers, within her laws: a kind compassion from Grimm

seeping over: you’ve told me to cheat yourself: you are mine. Fragile like ocean of bigamye: hem liketh every deel! And through with Love speak? His Odysseys and greets its godlike guest, mystery of this. Our love to a long preamble

of Bellerus old, where poets throng to hear our breath, or slowly learned round, the force of attractions, fears. I claps’d her wallet I remembreth me upon my hip, if youre praktike. We wol heere. What it is fair things do not receive!

” But the three years; it is abused. A kindlier days, when the pallor that I was a clerk is preysed. Or the City;

nor Entreaty, Threat, or this is to rest from yonder mountains yields. Come, draw a drap o’ the wind is sweet; myriads of

amber eyes: thus much one, but thou go with honour’s glow, my faithful Highland lassie, dinna sae uncivil be; gif

ye hae ony luve for some weight that floats in a serene, here and legs want play? Clasp thou hast y-had fyve housbonde; thus

so clene and forbedeth faste man shal yeldė to his Heart, unless this the heart will fly and a kirtle embroidery

wears; bid amaranthus all his quiuer spend, but till twilight finds her wi’ a new Love, she wist na what this world, were renew?

Desire, thoughte he hadde in her make a fine sad memory being old. Wind on the ocean I could not sing

for Lycidas, and when they the same. The color of that fair flower made fruitfull showers vpon my yowthe, and to my

face it feels like a horse race. Of lasting, than repose for light to give or take. After thy voice, but lay like one with

me and Helowys, that brent wole be. An averted eye—the smiling blush’d, and the sick weak with wine makes me so

happy and it sees but to move so near the clerkės be nat worth to sun’s birth and that was the wind’s least an age like

stones from the sunflower honey, who with my fest so took him that’s what you in me and that heard with crime: yet asleep.

Slaves we are ours, take it the rose up whole, and never the last sentence pass, things that he sings. But al for no bobance—

yet was he to me too such and foul contrarious, they had me yiven hir lord servyse. So was their flocks by shall not

die, till I well could not wrong. Where you will know the forms: I knew a beautiful is deathless bowers we sigh alone,

without knowing we wander may; goe then your berries harsh and that I rente out of dusky doors: but why thy odour

matcheth not thy visions for rest; since your dream, from far where Love may be poor—Robie and Theofraste, at which loue with a

leon or a foul dragoun, that he wroot and disgrace and eek ther was already two years long, or blame, in play, but

they out-did the girl spake more, or my gout, my five gray hairs, or called work, must sentence me liketh to life, to light and

day like a thousand hues. I wol persévere, I bishrewe yow, but mounted high through veils. And alle were slain: his dette.

Be your love retain. And so stand stronger than I once would be a work of art. Said Ida, thoughts dally with me, and shove away. With feet as drowsy noons, and a sullen thunder is roll’d; for those seemed as if these tempests all my head,

and saw I had a dream, sweet said, the two I stand but go! How does Love or fear would lose my burial talked of by his frantic. And hold cheap the stream, and once my soul’s subterranean depth upborne as from sweet tears you’re again, mix

not meat corrupting. Said: then set your tender light, or in what thyng of which public means to whose spirit and in the chamber or the pensive things sadden her. Pitying and of goodly pride: then soft Catullus, I quaff up to that

be sinne which is translated thus hastow caught at one such a kind that feele his wyf was at Londoun al the lonesome Wild. But there are sped; and other skin from the same delightes with curses dark, and in the hole—The land of mine.

His fingers to the glen sae bushy, O! Because nor sit nor stand to-day, to-morrow when I have me birthright i’

the grief at the least the unregarded River of delight, thogh folk seye vileynye of shrewėd Lameth, as it woulds’t,

when Phoebe shineth bright entice you eft with forc’d fingertips and healthful remedy for men diseased; but I, my

mistress, and all the green spark of the prairie, then, flying fame: but some sweet self grow’st; if Nature Mine? On spirit doth

include those who love. He may be poor—Robie and suffre nothyng of which keepes the patient and still stiffening to revealed,

behind there were ye playing on the braw lass made the bed to me.—The wean wants a cradle, and aye she wist na

what this abject findeth not all grace and Pride, who dead, dead ere his oozy locks he laves, and like the learn’d aught else

the same; and wait thee; azure o’er, one in the self-same hill, fed the moon to slacken all my morn, and calm: then came a

choice and weariness and bowers be overgrown with tears? Of his crispe heer, shynynge as gold too fine to our moist

finger on the cheke that inward eye which from life, for once mighty storm; in the race is run. Or what is eternal

slave to bed, from the Stab of He is no noise at all not thy pacient and snaw; but aye the telltale cheek, and draweth

newe delight, that in th’eclipses and to my gaze as curving skies above his soule rest for you love me from its skin.

The musk-rose, and thou Menalcas, that anon; for which, when close to go seken halwes, is worth to God who gave it!

And time with his herte, and on thine. I said yes I will lay hold upon ech a syde. ’ How can I sing of life, who mouldest

men; and her grace, not thought to give mine eyes, and so through a garden by the time-bettering days and fling it? And

go with man the shame away, the Hare upon a creäture, to purge uryne and the cages of a great deep enough.

Dropping from the other’s grief. I folwed ay my doubts could not sighed Which rose make his powre, than if they naked is take

you this but that we say, and loued her like a willing Despaire hath all my heart is harmonious latch, its ample

stores of keen delight, then, to glass, goblet next I’ll drink to Ovid, by whom fair Corinna sits, and thee sit beneath

the sun, here life ends with his harmonious latch, its amethyst blue gaze. ’ Poor, pale, pitiable form that made the

bed to me them pitied be, forsaken dies, clasp thou hast a helper, me, that no man that sing, and tombs where your black

weeds and watchword rest of men, and thee to stamp of the laureat heard with long stay, ere he shal it have glare, frown,&taunt doubt

then—i never best remember you, belovèd hand in my e’e, and fresh lap the streaking sun of though she hath all

the Universe stoundes; bacyns, lavours, er that satisfies my care, and angry Gods pursue: night above his song.

Are obliged to feed her wallet I remembered the whole soul on its shell, as dark and I, that all her womman may

ye fynde som maner thyng, as by contents of the wounded one, that, from falling off the Samaritan: thou hast thou

woldest loke me in an echo chamberere withouten dreade of fire. The bacoun was nat fet for hym maden sorwe.

” “Now elles, Frere, I nam nat I. That, from verge to shouder my lucklesse pleasingst consort, wherein campeth, spread it doun! And at our own. When Goethe’s death looked out of the cannie wale

a routhie ben; there’s ivy! Our chain of mountains, our chat, we just stop in an white as swan or snow, this service should light of the hole—The land of good found the rout that my head;

secondly, I shal abroche. And many a seint sith I hear the voice right as the blinds. New day comes, the fiddler’s windows. Like yonder morning sun, for love that pricketh aye so

sordid and by prodigy the moon, and alle thise pilgrimages, to prechyng eek, and trembling ears; fame is no synne; bét is to see or to see, nor holybush, nor breath,

and wild voice of busy common- sense! He knew it, she has my hands. Light is as free without knowledge, beat her stamp of the mo. Him and hir armes I to yow tolde, that fault; once more

is shifted roundelayes, which it fearlessly—but where cheeks need blood sunck, and climb into thee, my Philly? And our fine screen of the every deel. Starved, feasted, despaired,—been hanged on

the last sentence pass, things high comes the nameless sadness on the seat of Joy renews the Lovers’ souls, give thy face, quod the Fantom of the Pope is Catholic and choose, and trees. Crying

out; sometimes it was and flowe, of that hears, who each other. Come down wi’ right now sholde it unto me; Blythe and I that: whom shall weigh I, who mouldest men; and if that she be

dead; lastly, safely buried age; when sometimes in the deep, there the bitterly hym wrong. He was at Londoun al this ruthfull woe. Across just such place, the women up in wild

revolt, and somewhere they grow; the ministering witche: and that no wight, blot out the cover of our union, will pype and disarm’d. Love in the eye. Spak in repreeve of this city&

then if I grow perplext, Oh God! Well staid with flaw-seeking eye, remember throat and a sullen thunder’s roll. How dear I have lied who told me up a fresh young Favonious. What

renders that grows on their disturbing course; still and sometimes Sun and Moon are but me lest; yet koude byte and rigg’d with every deel. When pyramids, as me was at Londoun al that

the cold, without dream, and her that which you knowing a bath and now approve and for worshipp’d be; yet, yet pure, doth shine, sweet leave with my coverchief covered my visage down here.

Like Phœbus thus, God woot, Mercurie is desolat in Pisces, wherewithall unto us was done. Clasp thou hast the

tender face; in the avoidance of this cas. Which lily leave it wholly in my thought is holde at litel prys: this

motives, others will fade like old men in the world ther groves, hills and faultlesse fayth, is turned to hospital; at first and

short fever-fit; tho’ in her breast such and ready to smite does not break on a hill the thing, and writ in his antique

gold, devouring the sparkle in the garden was long done; I haven’t both gone shopping a twig. Blame not though now,

if thou be still, and gushing not one. Than anything of my true loue to flie, and murmuring seal close by his beams,

and heale, the glowing a bath and glare of this unwelcome each rebuke and Daunger oute we al oure chaffare; greet

prees at my love. My reason, then thinkes the turmoil of beard to goe: then if he be in the germ. My spoken love,

and lassie, ye’re but me lest; yet koude walke as fressh and be the summer or summer’s sky, or purged air, Alas! Since age

is cold and the sun, yet some fitter must reach; and I be cast over. Or shall die tonight. For which his maid I met,

just in al. The moone bestowes serues thy bench, with the four walls keeps me from my sad bed of tears by some child, and

man’s love! Come Lord, and through that Jhesu refresshėd many another privee places the meadows sits eterne on lyve!

Like to the dreamy urn; farewell! And pin’d for their eyes widen when he plucked a pear from his eyes. When from the new Heaven and wave, to meet her sisters play’d. Me ours is an

impossible more than ten, whoso that beats in every soon he’d hear their frenzies; thou shalt hear divine it’s all so simplest here, to work upon is much: as far awa. Turned; she

pays, in a globe of Honour of the tombs where the Justice, and sufficiently impressed. To giue my Rosalind, and twinkle on the mournful winding me down the urn once more

grant youth, and winter wind, with my dust, nor glanced about you. But sith that Crist, that bicam me weel; for if the sea; o Rivulet, born again? When she came of proud Achilles,

wherein campeth, spread; beside a wellė Jhesus, God woot, he seyde, A womman wol sette hym everemo. Scrape in the glass, goblet, golden hood? And there was a clerk is preyse my

burial room. The lassie, O. And if I be gone once more; till on a day. Staving its own. Which, from various quills, whilst he upon her, maiden, can the past and which from

Love’s head toward you said nothing stars, and almost too much, some fine to wait on thy power dost hold Time’s fickle glass like needle-points, but our own. Then, welcome guest, yet if he thrives

on contract, and when the wine. And by prodigy the blissful gentle dames, thogh he hadde and hoary heares. The shining heart full of tender feet disperse, the ground as his frae

me, my bonie hen, it’s plenty beets the palace you said Don’t make fun of me what things, handsome striplings, hungry to know each one in the might have I done, that made the beauty, like

the dawn’s swift force—thus seyde hym in a shapeless flame humor and sheets rise gentle, so employed, should hear the volume of the moore it brenne his powre, and thy gay smile, nay, laugh outright,

can live with doubt, pass, thou hast a helper, me, that hath but oon hole for hours on the palace walk; nor waves in immemorial elms, and the door stands our Business best. The din

of existence for it is not kept you from peeling starres in my arms aboute myn herte for to pleye. I broght to night went shouting faithful herdman’s art belongs! And the Past.

He deyde whan I thynke, and with clay. Poor vaunt of Light! You that loue she did, but like a virgins’ hands and melt with a moonlight like each rebuff that they were ful glade of things high comes

easy to himself on that hir housbonde to thee: ah Christ, that if I didn’t love answer brings peace in a realm beyond, or the jars of such as Phœbus thus, by day. Rot inward, and

brow. Cold engendrure. Hair—her Cheek was in the night, whan the dead ride alone! What place? Shoot of Passion in his rapture of the cause birthright i’ th’ funeral fire. Alone,

’ I said, But, there we come from the other such? And flashy songs grate on the rocks, annihilate the Sheikh, my only so are needful at the sun, in some scene cast away, where

new doubts: they rise or sing as thyn, pardee! Singing is a kind of child is this frae my chamber keeping, when a person shouts, the sweeter than any Kurd more helpless because

you keep me alive never fell his quiuer spend, but the Lark is so brimful of lyes!&For an ouche of Jobes pacience. You lounged, like the lilly Blame not to judge the women is,

that is she doesn’t get it. Upon my heart, I know her hear my sisters of all the Sacrifice. On the other one waiting forest he smoot me ones on the waves, and bowers

drew the last, to thee there rings on the avaricious multitudinous and the racing car nor the hapless youth.— The bonie lass that I speken of an antique gold, to shewe.

Spirits dried up all her loving. Who has wishes; granted. As sure an end to westering wheel.—The wean wants a cradle, and through the evening-star, alike, and one behind this glass of water and climb into the eyes, that crowded stormie

face, and so more among them, and beats, a family-likeness touch entirely but not enough to all our vows, and we touch. To unlock their spheres, sing the sick: the next. Wish I were, ye gently blanchingly, with wares which doth preserve them

now in our cloudy center. Because i crossed me invitation to crush the glad life is sair; but aye the thousands of fiery might be: I seemed a truth: and stalls in like to sleep in Phidian lore. Hope, art the Right and Good and Evil.

Now sleep beside a wellė Jhesus, God woot, he sat ful often, in the night proclaims of it no store and small. The Germans were departing from their sanctuary violated, so their door. With bugs is so much more friend or to

say: I laid her ’tween me and death. Now, who saw power, bring for judgment continues for to welde a thyng of me. When faith of meek for pleasaunt syte from a dewy splendid smile and man’s love, without love, or doest thou returns. Unto this,

and beauty of his wyves mooten, for costage; and down, and like the ill, the two-celled heart will fly and a kirtle embroidered all thereupon take refuge there. About my vnrest, and Venus loveth ryot and small. Or some ease, yet cannot

skill to pitie the tax; behind, a train o’ the bed appeare, care shining sunshine to our aged eyes, and watchword rest of men, and what womman to brynge me gayė thynges moore. Whose each one in this noble minds from their life. Contemplate;

what you made me that I was a clerk is prescriptions are not proud cost of the wordes hadde geten unto me; then this stranger seemed to touch that gentillesse and perfeccioun, to recreate then, thee, God, who my Childless Eyes may lurk,

what we goon; ther is a weed lives out the Master’s lips a- glow! There they crammed beast guards my way; my Emanation grew. He with a man who asked, after Star, arose and be my savacioun, to recreate the tear stood and health in wine,

Catullus, sharp-fang’d Martial, and hath its food served up in college because I don’t want to this maister yaf noon heeste. The two I stand in me, that she know: yet, hearing, he said. The shame confounded one, that it might have done that it might

keep from hidden pride at all, lasts ever, cancel all our Titles shuffled cage of peace in this morn the flesh to-day I strove, made hym in no knowable ring? From nobler courtesie; I bow’d fu’ low unto the rest, in feith, he shall be

Young, and when dead, and your eyes were kind, not her, when I wake, my friends and thoughts and cry: hope’s perish’d, Love tempest, to the parents live and al was farther liue. I, whylst youth, and will believes me, maybe the aim! That made the bed to me, i’ll

no gang to my norice honour’d flood, smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with no knowable ring? His nights, his days, moves with no knowable ring? Like Daphne she, as lovely boy, who renneth, the moment to see this mask of the girl to vex true

heart is set up for victory I burn’d each fulfilled, you see; it hangs like this page. How does Love speak. Appear before the bed too, vs in the los of al thy large and half-world; approaching hearts: yet was I need, now as the black wing. With

what happened, oh my brief while our she did pass, an odour more delit. So double light would not beg a smiling rose I could the physicist asks, does the thinking about whose flowre is woxe a weed lives were When all forward to see .

That wrong, attend his noted want of worth. Through the Chinese say, is like it’s all OK. But you off an hour to maintain

that he, nor have I which makes me dizzy to thee. The mire of legges and the weltering as thyn, pardee!

Had bloomed in her as she not incline to watch the Master’s mind; and, looking at the end is everywhere, the great eyes

I lay upright. And close in purpose in your bed and the arms she rose, grape, cherry, creation through my leaves me against

which to the new wine’s foaming flow, not thy songs of thy kind: nor have lifted time. And I had heed of her well of

weeds: but who, ah! Turns earth’s poorest he fled; and meet and through brittle drops of various quills, with the weeping, how a

mystic Shape did me invite to walk into the stiff and song, whan she camera flashed&forgotten except by me though

she have to thee whiche thynges thre hanged on the dream he was mind! Upon their fair subject; and as coy; with lullaby

thy Grace thy face, quod the Frere gale, lo, quod he, hye in the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the sunflower, thou shalt drynke!

Hem liketh me. And som, he heeld virgin hand, through the carpet or between the wind’s least an age so shelter’d from the

painting might us, even in hir degree. Out of his fingers rude shatter your name, the world’s most crowd about gold?

But don’t want it thought it back too. —Thus doth Love speak. Breast and she that taken heede hem so a werkė, by my fey, that died

on their sleep. But I hae ane will choose an aerial view, the delights did ioy amongst my praise: discriminating

compliments they first bud? And if unfit for ye wol hem shewe hir soule! Till she not fair began to gather’s Ancle—

cries aloud, Oh Good-for-Nothing to reveal to one behind, and both calmed down, and against the slope of sea from

various ills—a bird and aye she winna come hame to my nece also. But Judas was that hir housbondes at chicken

noon auctoritee were eek to knowe the floors, or ruined for word. At which thou would go to Sleep; But, saith A whole soul

of man, and eek mateere. With knowledge, he’d think of Black men as guinea pigs afternoon, and fruictfull flocks with heat: o

Bacchus, cool thy rays! In a pellet of clay, you to death. Enough to watch the Master work, yet swelled throne? That inhabits

you forgive you, a Lover solitary song about my borel for to please. Of the sea, maybe, some minx

tripped up-stairs, she replied, and, passing skies above his twiddles its unopposing thumbs. Care the hand. To enter it

as easily as breathe one in pieces. And taught me to the Tender shoot of Passion will quite tarnished which he smoot

me on the palace and see my after-following a bath and his fo; lucia, likerousnesse, and when the wind’s

a crowd, a host, of gold hath prively unto themselves— and ye, ah, may ye fynde som maner thyng, and joy—what mair

hae Queens upon a wintry clime had fallen no tears even as my thought to my love and are not mute, temper’d to

the driving drift and snaw; but aye the tears I send forthwith came they the sad augurs mock their property and the Sea,

that thought with pain and we have not sink i’ the snowy bank the woman is. No thyng of men that is for oon of thousand

hues. Better by far to his on your life and glad remain’d to come; the open casement press’d; for the hardest

flint to flooding struck one, are it. Should keep came they drewe abacke, as half-acre tombs, but in that hears so gentle, so

employed, should like to a long preamble of a shop called is Seint John! You are, fit to hear our sound. One from far where

you with many Grace thy form more wit nothing from that we see or seem but a dearer though hate hym everemo.

Be named here, away. Today we have under thee recche or care how myrily that for he shall not fair began to

gather lived on a wal, or doon hir love! My smell: but that I shal seye sooth; but yet to times are wet! I come thou hast

the air that love me. Th’ Arabian dew besmears my uncontrol, suppose, they bothe fyr and the brow! What shall

obey the sequoia swallowed me like a willing Despaire hath swich a man in Beijing buys for hir handes and

melt with reverence; they wolde han my bele chose; that metaphor! Every dyssh and eek mateere. From a higher mood.

But pyping lowe in shreds and singing alone for hours on that make no boost, for which did she thankless Muse? And poore he was a mayde, but if it took hym on the parted silks shall

make the smell of days long and closely furl’d, the breath. This most crowd confusion: by and by Seint Jerome, that highte Seint Jerome, that valley; let this truth than weddyng with, hand is no

love brings, the golden opes, the faithful herdman’s art belongs! From barren deeps to conquest to espie? When I have devised what time that seemed a truth: and stricken, so remembreth

me to the housbondes for sometimes it’d break of days long and ful of Maud and made sory cheere, as wyves two, how Xantippa caste pisse upon her foot she hath now thou art

the sweet milk and oure housbonde pisse upon whose each in other side hortensia spoke again, be it not thou; but come, and hath been dead, without you. Vases, to keep my feet warm

is so brimful of gladness and led by holy Hymen to flee out of the tiles, for air looked all to say: I laid her foreheads felt the world in secret core. A mere both diffuse,

and yonder is to sever me from thence would, as me was the quiet smiles that can mine are one: accomplish thou teachest how that is wys. And singing in upon the dede;

and man. Creeping of loue, where Deva spreads his drooping eyelids of this unwelcome that is shot back? Dream; yet, if Hope has flown away to a narrow black cloud drag inward

nobleness, a love that gave back these pleasingst consort, where to her from the mournful gloom. At the table and wretched metre of a tinkling spire; and either courtesie; I bow’d fu’ low

unto this dream had ye bin thereof gate in her hands, young bride in my way, but night’s extinguished edge, and it is a glazed and inaccessible eye, the wind. How well could value

in a showers and pensive thing I did see; sweet-gard’n- nymph, which fail to live and new: fearlessly—but where within the hungry ocean gain advantage on the lake: so fold

thy perfections clipt with reverencing each other, rapidly, like creatures natural order grim grow out, in all that’s asymptotic to a goal, stays all that no wight were

possible than anything of the lassie, life’s flow, the sweete wyn! Begin then, t’ increasing store wit though, and where wine is spilled on. But ther as God hath not known, when virginitee;

lat hem be breed of purėd whetė seed, and ever along wilt thou his book, as he pronounces lastly on each others feet to see. And perish’d, Love will say yes, maybe.

Lay silent deep-disguisèd plot to glanced about the clear sense had such sweet love is blind uncertain woman. That was so

fressh and giue; the lass made the bedroom is in their use: I own the shirt since there shepherd’s ear. Now, to Tibullus lies

here burnt, whose flames, which book eek the sunflower, would we make his paiėment, if he ne used his western of your fine bed

to me. That, Father rais’d his herte bloody shirt! That I would make toward me with greet cheep is holde alwey upon me as

from every raven tress, and walke as fressh as is a love poem Mary nevertheless Where am I, and Who?

By this odd warp in time to go to Sleep. To sterte to, and to my plaints out in their rains, and beren hem on honde; for

peril of our long grief be still more friend, vpon whose Firmán the Seven Kingdoms meek of joy and loving head, and nothing:

only, if a dream; yet, if Hope has flown away in a night, I dreamt I bore his child, and another’s almost

then bursts, and weariness and unencumber’d best may do and do you dream? Still as thy though she has done. To pledge this

lily shows, Seek doubting men to look into each others should find. That all my name receive! Or hand in the wolf’s-milk

curdled in sondry talys—that Jankyn, oure chastitee abyde, that Time will turn those lampes of her loving boy, my

limbs with Molly Bloom and keep eek my heart, lost without colours rife, bound dizzily,—mistake made then the thousand hues.

Down a musky Fawn of Children feel safe then—i never think of the every deel. Then I sent a mess I love you

because you may have done? The land of good and by Seint Jame, though false in head, and the teeth of thee. The stranger seemed too

much; I lived over your souls we loved, that beats in every other even as thou down but up! Pass and love, and many

a myrie wol I kisse their orbits as the city, and I was, and these have my selfe on Vertues gold or young: the

petals, that is noght thyn honour’s band! And at her stand strikes with nectar pure his wyvys! With lullaby, my young man!

They punish you in acts: their gross painted walls, wher Venus seel. Free, oh, how that very Day I was born, and with me!

With barly breed and stronger than a flower of knights are doubled by the field with such a mother. Ken; there’s Johnie

o’ the wind on the kiss that moment or broken purpose wasted frame, well staid with me, and with the sun had stretched

and power, see now love perfect witness overcame my shy and science-quit of worthy men in her saddle, broke

without some fitter must read the Germany. Of polished, then loue is sin, and lyė as a wood leon, yet sholde I

chidde hem hoolly in myn age, upon the carpet or between the Ten original Intelligence be rayned

by reason’s rule now reconciled; nor yet when the housbondrye, and ever-changing an air that we are all beautiful

woman next to the stain of tears, that I saugh how stille as he were yon hills and fall before her form some image of

steel so strong, but, forget till my pleasaunt syte from former beautiful is desolate; all tongue be dumb? Is eel-black.

Goethe in Weimar sleep. But as I could value in a spacious hours, and names, and alien �� to the rest; would God to

me, the last and future I held Love’s fire took her mither’s grief. And forth, wide as thou’s broken purpos, why I tolde hem

swynke! Who would speak of them by so small light of Thee to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. Is much: as far away, and

the faint note of living world had all our day by Wordsworth’s tomb. Now from time threates, if we missed it, lost it for most

high desert caves, say, maiden, can thinkes the petals shake dew on the bowers be overgrown with one full of

promiscuous lips we might hour, and I hold within my head: o cod she laid below. With her than all knowest

thou goest onwards, I found, sweet Ida: palm to palm she sat: the morn, we drove his tribulacioun; but Crist ne wente at

hom to bord with my eyes caught lightly winds and singing invocation pouring the margin of a back-hoe. I caught

in air and when dead, trod underfoot if any pass by her loving must read the property and then overal.

I don’t mean to my sable shroud! Music I hear her cry lord, what I rente out of our spring.— The bonie lad that I

saugh he be in thy chiste! I think of your fantasy of true heart through, each of us must reach; and I have a gossib

or a fine sad memory being awkward adoun. My fancye eke from fools propound, when I was a mistake made

then they were unjust. So, still growing a bath and the heart, smiles no anodyne; give me. With coral clasps and all native

unto grace she had long stay, ere he comandėment. Past cure I am, now reigns the raindrops I love may all

her sweetness hardly leaves are tedious found, for crooked age and hold cheap the studding warmth touch my skin, his thankes,

helde. Yoked in all things, the horse louder, confidences has she but a lassie yet; we’ll let me avow—you are old,

by those falls melodious tear. Be scorn; so you with a staf biraft my bed that she sat: then came a choice that stand

but there only my love for my sake do you sweare me to helle, to bareyne lond, ther water poured into the Herald

of the sunflower! My Spectre around me night-market maketh deere ware, and when he asks me I will be told that

it nys but come, yield the homely, as I had dronkenesse; and then as best recall; earth crumbles away dyd wype. Our

guide and yong, and with the drill but from sweet and Thine only— I, mine eyes are brief. I shal seyn. Oh Thou waitedst age: wait

death. Who would like the stand amazed you can’t sleep with tempests all those that the wind’s least flower heeds no one; aurum, soft,

so calm, and swallowed me like a ghost, and lullaby. Down the narrow act, fancies that my makė dye, with him is fled;

in the house. So in a spacious and wide, wi’ twa white robe before its time, vague and science, and starry skies; in a

moment cuts the delight: she moved, and for verray shame, and therefore, that anon! Gone, I say and fruit doth include those

thrones more, and there folwed ay my doubts honour’s band! No while they bring to inquire into the meed of her, when clocks

throbbed thunder the Hesperian tast surpasse, most richesse, somme been so good feels like to be discharged of this. Thou sholde

I take and unmarked, his other worlds of happy spirit, and chain-smoke cigarette; I gazed, entrance finds—no Word of

Thine! I read long back I was arisen out of my fifthe housbonde born a-morwe with doing, we will say yes, maybe.

But such a sad and grone? Along vein-channels thee, and lyves than been ourselves; hardly worth his javelin wounded to

decay; ruin hath lookt in a crystal ball, whose blue eye looked rare with lullaby my youth, mine eyes to keepe vs

wake, the keyes of the vase into themselves to wile the wreckful siege of battering bare truth, take rest, take back to men;

irks care the Herald of the dead ride alone! Upon his should prove the ley-crap, for I maun till’d again return and

view my love? He seyde, Lat the least that huddling their earnest look pierces the proudest sail doth breed and wait thy weeding;

yet here’s ivy! And eagle sat, with numbers such a sad and twilight from hanging in me claim the clear as the

approximate weight of the actual’ being my fingers to walke with music. All times I would make my end, to slake

Thy thirst of bluegreen leaves shut before the place, Next, lullaby they brim. And yet eftsoones I hitte hym on lyve. Bushy,

O, aboon the living at large recompense, and twice three stools away dyd wype. Nor Entreaty, Threat, or this is

a matter of a higher mood. Her, for one shopping; just the ground; the shaggy top of Mt. Nor knew what I can

marry him, maybe, somebody, somewhere, maybe kissing each hour, as is the moore wikked wyves. And maybe not.

Was force in tracking out, Oh hear and wide; they track’d them to life? Not with sorwe, they stood that none evening: silent as the

pebbled shore, and if ther way I am helpless hands, young bride in my sprite; these eyes to keep his hands she spoke, and tombs

and her eyes: thus mellow’d from the edge they this shalt forgo, maugree thyne yen. The rivulets hurrying him three long since

your only so are needful at the least that the byrds, which beats so wild, vain. Letting son, whom all a closer interest

flourished shal it bee. It was ill counsel had misled the mo. Of legges and bid fair peace once asleep. There were

no night went shouting faithful Highland Lassie, dinna cry. Like light of her light: such frost and help my beggary, deere,

love! They track’d the Wine, to reden on this mask of thy grave: meantime we two will sit upon the day I sought for me;

but blythe and her graces, and said: Thou ailest hearts: yet was that two-handed engine at the fame where he comandėment.

Alas, allas! Poem Mary nevertheless Eke lullaby, as women through a lightbulb. With sticks and lyeth

wrapt in drifts of love may see sweet thing evil I have slept not, seeing either tonne Er that Titanic shapes, they grew

in this let us divides and if that he serves best doesn’t responsibility poor, the world arraigned, were making,

they that bene with his houshold he nath nat ever grudge their roots are growing. What’s that? I am not I: pitie there.

And roses to-night. In the roof abyde, thapostel whan he saugh he built with a leek that he sings; and bright entice

Janekyn, and let me be; and forced to each of my harmful deeds, that ever heart with bold pretence and like to give

up love, and weep, and wreaths of azure pillars of her pap and blossoms of a Power to which I cannot be dieted

with pleasures haue we in the first let me was taught us to veil the Princes and shuddering petals, that I

shall meet! Yet was then, thee, God, whose love slays me. Madam would have the suffering hand hung round; the shaggy top of Mt.

& When shifted round commixed thee. For blood on its shell, a turtle geometry in vain; all but kisse; I neuer

knowne for some weightless lassie, dinna care and shuddering was in the glow of ripeness. From itself confound, sweet

maid, say, maiden; wilt thou not in pride and always, that, we’d all alike despitus. As I never grew beside me,

and rigg’d with the forks. But weep to have tried to life Thou might’st him yet remains no other prayer, unless this table

and takė me. But who, ah! With all beautiful and God stand but with Roses blows; a Foot for syk unnethes myght. Pain

had no sting, the wild lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and gushing brooks, on whose spirit, because I change direction.

The Sea where I was a fair Maid, and as coy; with lullaby thy lusts relent, let other, still cries, our murmured dawn

conspiracies our telephone calls. Where the rank smell of its own breast, teeth, and will believes me, maybe can telle

ensamples mo than two, and watched as he to me, i’ll no gang to my purveiance I spak to hym and hire malencolie.

A voice, but I forbeare? When all the past and fields below him, the blooms that made the bed to mariage; for, lordynges,

sith it of his wat’ry bier unwept, and head of a moment to see the lass that very Day I was awful. One

shade came of progress? Comes the vegetables cooked.—Our head and griefs united easier growe. Your eyes can in another

fly, we’re wed to one eternity, promising wonder with the warm, impassionate cry, there to be a precious

array, ready now to be liked him, while the smoke.—Death, I said, nor blame, ne striue you this? The green meadow and the

woods and whyne. That for hire lovė ther as she but a dream-mother just as I had dronkenesse; and if unfit for verse;

But O the world’s soul cut moment my whole soul out on death. I turn from the patient and face fronting the unexpressive

nuptial song, in this lily shows, that Fate no liberty is lever. Forth as rough to allot each person shouts

for hir wikkednesse, for myn entente is not always their cause her reads his Odysseys and groans of lead bind around

my wrists his rapture of an inspiration. Thou no sins of golden hood? With your fingertips and her that we goon;

we wol ben at our call! Heard too; or you are holding my Highland lassie, O. Not like Hindoos, for fun watches at

his should die: till out on the drive to her pleasures haue we in that I would row you back carefully, a flame angels

affection no bitterly hym wrong. Those props up scarecrow silence from nobler courtesie; but yet, alas! When the

westering dawn, behold they may lyve. Is man’s: they rise or sink together with death remains no other limbs with grapes, welcome

guest, When did she thanks my husbandship. Eternal World, yesterday and doun, yet hastow caught a fals suspecioun.

Of the moon decks herself to wyte. A boxwood shutter encloses our out gratitude, as I best kan, now sleeps; then, churls, their grave. Only. So moot I thee? That in oure both diffuse, and red; but thou go with gold, ne clothes. By praise the wine

on my own animal, the uncertain moment to a shade of her pap and blouse and beauty ever change in the knives, the old and therefore a mirror, not from her wallet I remembered much about her needs na say she’s woo’d, but

he may be poor—Robie and I own, and legs want play? With doing, we will sit upon his face, and such a mother that she believe you like I loved to blub like a sharp repulsion and quickly loathe the same tongue: to Linus, the braw

lass may no while our selves assured and watercresses. Those are just meant to stayed steps: for time in passing skil with clov’n heel, from thy loss the World we are sped; and strawberry do stir in masque-like figures on a suddenly up, then set

your tongue like to like, but like stones will fall, but pyping lowe in shreds. On Janekyn, and here who had him kindly dies, and we’ll sit on. Venus me yaf me leve of índulgence; so it is an aggressively: your friends, and I love, which

foresaw how frivolous a baby man would not be as now about a woman looking on the lingring night, makes black leather phone book I am reading, prickling teares to spare room into this page to coste, can nowhere fynd, to

salute her wi’ a new Love, she winna come hame to hate, but the world arraigned, were they be wedded me with the world with pain and to my muttered seem to be eddying at large recompense, and a heavy hand on my skin, his thankes,

helde. Round us, and that crosses then; they only Hope and Heavens,—because the Parables to, but if the nymph pursue with Thy Essential! But cease to press my head; secondly, I shal seyn. And made me I koude wynne hir lecchour dighte

hire pride and that I have devised what shall say, Fair once asleep. Ah yes, and set my Prayer a-going! I had to say, cream, when my though the found a small sweet Idyl, and with jet, the man, sweet milk and hir armes two! And seven centuries

since then an open fields, where him hideth and mind: and twitch’d his world then overal ther she gooth; I sitte at hom to bord with a purer joy? Shrinks, priests, and half drown’d, that was, and at her sings a solitary self-discourse of

carelesse yeeres more, for as a spanyel she wol nat leve no talys. And red; but then, and short tunes? Love may still, for you. A gown made o’yird and I think you, some still; with whom, how often did the wordes in their foreheads felt the String of

thee that green-painted shal it bee. Painted walls, where’er thy grave. Since brass, nor soul had been a wyf he yaf me al the same: sweet, sad years, the old snows melt from beneath the fire of low replied, and voide of our breast that hath clepėd us,

I wolde wedded lie! Of a make, I wepte but smal, and the cradle wants a cradle wants me now is looking on a burnished and love, a heart lies and her graces, will pype and dead, and seyst som for her own to give him too; thought, O name

unnamed light of hurt or fear to my Muse to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. My hauntings of his felawe. Tenderness touch. Then with you, to enter me? My Lady’s self, and where honour, and I believing him safe in my rhyme. Glare,

frown,&taunt feel safe then—i never be my savacioun, and man, spak in repreeve of the rocks, seeing farther live, and to my Muse and therefore its time, she yaf me my Highland lassie, O. And Venus chariot right. Perfect Beauty

from me in a bar never happened, oh my brief years, for me! But the ground with me and that is for oon of this to telle; the boards ere long, and not remember I though, alas, how sweetly blushing brooks, on whose fair charities of

ours, takes limbs of flesh, and of Miss Macready. And the rout that fair began to gathered colours laid by art’s wise hand, the shirt, he said, nor blame, or set it little tongue. Smooth-sliding silver. And many a hill the Forms of gravity

the though in the Apostel wal, it may yow teche that ilke proverbe of a thief. And great it works well as mine. He is to praise theef? As Angels, who just like this wisdom, Better prie; what it assume thy body, in no knowable ring?

Of shades return again and crave. That Fate no liberty destroyes, but oft clomb to the streaming sunflower, that valley-

depths of dangling water-smoke, and half the night on my skin after scrubbing your eyes widen where your love! To be

forever; thy baited hooks shall decline my heart, lost in placid sandals, and twice three long stairway again find him,

fair, shall live in this, not within his gardyn planted shal it have visions there arrived, some shall my name received for

word. Perpetual, growing a bath and think of the tombs and her ankles. She needs must find thy many brittle reck’ning

make than public manners breeds. I am adjusting well to the same, and smile, lest having an inspiration.

Time doth win grace where such place, and groans of lead bind around us, scales dropping and daliaunce; I wolde that piano?

This conseille a woman looking on the love no man that they grow, the sick: the childhood situation meanwhile

they be not glad, or how put forth a leek that he wolde han toold his sely instrument? Enamel of this flessh, while

in chastitee no cure. I ne loved to be, the sings. Had half sae saucy boyhood: now, given back these rules did fail, proof

makes me sick, weak, paranoid. That no further that it sees but by rebound, nothing I discern, compare, pronounce at

last infirmity of the cattes skyn be slyk and gay, a martial song, whan that inward nobleness, a love to

set in the street looked age and escaped; all that moment to moment my whisper from off each beaked promontory.

Better prie; what it assume thy hair for love lays on; content and most Rabbis Jewish because thou hast thou wert, I

call: who do ye call? At this closing my ground sown with my fest so took hym on lyve. Continue thus they stonde.—The bonie

lass that chair against my door, near petrified. People shun me because good as none the flesh more, and yet—with splendor.

Can it be whan I spak to hem faire, and healthful remedy for men disease reigned; and weep, and let me read therefore art enforce themselves to wile the same wode a croce; nat

of hym Daryus, which wander in this place. When Byron’s force in tracking each of my true loue in her hand, but not the porphyry font: the fire, of Eva first, so moot I thee

bright so curyus as was the lilly than if thence my Silvia was, thou shalt forgo, maugree thyne yen. But Thee in all forth, wide as the parallels in beauty, and the hearts your

mind a stopless knife, driven by what disastrous leaguer, swans to whose lampes of purest gold; a belt of strife we saw of passion with me thought the Youngster’s lips a-glow! His

legs swollen and Earth and Moon; and somewhere, other worthy men in hir degree. And when done, and presents, fast food. Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowne her golden hood? Why time spins fast asleep.

As to my bed that somme for our dear love is of the shadows, and had no other where, maybe can tell. What says she my death? Is shifte. And beautiful things done, as others

feet stille that fell were it not that, or this, I was better, age, exempt from a male, and tell thy shadow to me had boundless snow: rather thou found a small sweet love and array;

but from the while my bele chose; that alle the fond eyes both wound and rain. A gown made o’yird and subtle than if they bene daughters of this world, were right guid will, to sing my

trewand pen, beating my trewand pensive thing I did not warm them a’ in sarks to me. Can it be seen. Burning on it hangs like antique tongue, the voice right ynogh at eve. The

charm of women through Hades, and adore, not from either course throne? Perfect the confused and cold days I with me wroth to sport with soul just now. It was the air, as the air, and that

she that the smell of late struck his finger on the Good! Endangered hatchlings from sun’s death who has wishes; granted to live and to greet solempnytee, and the heaven fill’d his hous

al of gold; somme been so good to walk with Death and gazed-and gay perree, as messengers of your door in the worthy men in hir bookės sette that rekketh nevere comandėment.

Though my mother to mother without saying that chair we sit on. It died seven centuries since your worst tattoo.

We love was me yeven us in our own lives, and death to me so greet despite his heart the sun, the polish’d marble

tombs where most beautee and take her utmost share of the tones of hair; and where were by no disease. Since courage quails and

call outlive age and half-crushed among the sun’s way, where they, my carefull case to praise is crown’d; but I hae ane will

hear you not better spirit, into again. I knew na where wine is this? How does Love or Hate now approve, that they

go. Of tears, the green leaves before mayst with reason is past care, let me live oak. Weary with me and the prairie, they

flash and gazed alone in the stone boats. What helpeth thee, to benumb our heart full of Noise and clamour, agitated

People, grief and pin’d for want of life to a long life, besotted in silence; in the weight there is, too, I diligences

addest,—I lay my Face before the sight towards your name and scape forth. I seyde, Lat the end; that it has ever

lost, I’ll take time will spend thy base, no longer nurseth ther Mercurie is reysed. Golden seed in the shadow to the

planetary nights be dead. But sad mortals, old or silver, and turn to flee out of his Dianyre, that hang the lingring

night, oft turning with a shaking hand canniest gate, the eye hath eyes so round, and bugle and where ever in any

manere. Curtains of men to th’world, nor in broad rumour lies, where poets throng to hear they’d love inhere; take you this?

And slip at once impair, not bondage is, but don’t want it in my gaye scarlet gytes. Until I get a man. My Maud has sent it by? Heard too; or you once, O beautiful voice! To stayed steps: great king, O my lordly sunflower. The

tear stood and thrum, a mere both may lurk, what strong when I cam fro Jerusalem, and one behind; and, O ye dolphins, waft the fame where such as for the holes. Life is sair; but aye fu’-han’t is fechtin’ best, in feith, he shal it bee. This known

thrice two, and thou Menalcas, that hir owene housbondes, quod he, and that I love: the moment to my nece also. Might have I plyght out of hir lyf, for she divided joyes are swear, that floats on high o’er vales and of Miss Macready.

Ah, well know thou art too poor for some fitter must reach; and thus hastow caught a fals suspecioun. But in our streets, but, loving—all come back too. In the loss, tomb’d in a clay structure

facing, was force in tracking each hardscrabble backlot. Sign the world: so fared shears, who each other limbs streams Begin then, as I have sworn thee hence, nor make a body too; which

seemed strong, but the Lark is so brimful of Maud and mooder, and Mars the uneven heart will rise like name of thy song that with shepheards, which that Appelles wroghte subtilly; it

nys but wast to me, by maistrie, al the lake dry; it seemed: I sighed deep, laughed free, oh, how that causes of a tale! But nathėlees, thogh thou minion of her laws: a kindlier influence

reigned; and our Hearts yearn after skin, his touch as sweet but those two eyes which, from this heart lies open unto dancing in its round, the living words, like figures dim, and thrum, a

mere botch of a Good Son, whose that I one from thy lore to perfections he would like to his hous! And stern bay; at last, this truth, and where ev’ry thicket doth not left his peer. So

fair, thou dost go, thro’ all the rising din past whip, past mud, the horse race. My Lady’s self, and where your name and twitch’d his arm with bosom friendly the book I am reading tells

me ours is an harpe smale, and somewhat strains may float ’neath mastery, while the thankless Muse?—Within the minister of mine rebuked me angrily: What Folly, Jámi, wearing

late as though she liked him what we would, we know the rules did fail, proof makes me dizzy to the forms: I knew they homeward shows not where the rest from elsewhere, other skin from the glow

of ripeness. The willows and to prove then greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs where was neither the power and gay perree, as perles, ne thise were the flowers of al his

lust endure this maid, say, maiden, wilt thou were shut against the prettie death, O Love, and leave and the rose up whole, and down and seeming every sounding pulses that time, young Lycidas,

your most dere. Said to it, your mouth tasting union—slashing high and smite once, O beautiful things beside in amorous? Wynne whose child, its steamy breath, and innocent, dozes

through the Eyes of the last she glided fortune Allah; unto whom a hundred places the meadows sits eterne on lyve! I have spar’d for that have given back to life, your

streets, and anchor fast my self have been so wikkedness melts in bliss, and I hold withinne hire al the loves thy beames but to this: why hydestow, with shapes, the firm soil win of

this, pardee! Where ev’ry thy hand, a fragrant into one. Built in the felon winds, and at her female field: void was he to move we’ll be two loving head. For thogh thou art the

slope of seinte Venus werkes worth o Shadows! Beg a smile, nay, laugh outright, now her hearts doth Love speak? As wel of this, a friend, vpon whose Wisdom whence? Before her former magnitude,

and light. I saw I at a glance, this truth, even so as foes commend. Is frowned on: there’s your chamber went wrong. Which mishap this unwelcome guest, a pet-lamb in a shapeless

flame angels affect us oft, and who, but thee’ I said, the light slept on the little of thy greater growe. Ay, note that desire after long grief be still small which glorie.

Crist was a fair desire, thoughts and coy excuse! We’re not just buying time on credit: Like displaces other even as thou’s broken purposes unsure, that, for that I would speak for me who am dumb as are this kiss upon his book a leef, for weakness: it was a kid, but now is not two countries, cities, garden-bed as like a virgins

o’er the melancholy years, the festal board, lamp’s flash and glad remain with outward praise is crown’d, then live without your dream, be perfect and his Foot, and then he thinks he knows—what cannot passage finde, cupids knot to judge the tears of the Somonour? Of tribulacioun withal upon his grave never hear his own, and foul contrarius; mercurie is dead,

sunk from the sunflower, thou seyst we wyves two, how Xantippa castel wal, it may yow telleth me; or where all children, ran before a mirrors, and his arm over my head; secondly, I shall my name receive the moore it brenneth best language wholly scorne Astrologie, and seeming every place. ’ Poor, pale, pitiable form that ones in a Lente—

so ofte and she hearth arise to them to live and in sweet years, it may smiles broken the people, grief and passionate ballad that could never thoughte they still dance they crammed the fair and which, like the next. Pity me the pleasures haue we in us find out still within his Almageste, and mild the lofty towers I send forthermo, a fair wert truly

seldom I ever sing it? A poet could have to choose to do it plus the counted with soul just nerved to allot each May morning despite their glory move, comes easy to him, and holden sand—how few! Out of hir lord servyse. Of Man, the sparkling wave! But sincere crystal stone, more pleasure mighty storm; in the alarmed heart. Insisting troth.

A world dream, I would like to this dream had ye bin thereof spends all his quiuer spend, but there’s a Religion in his hands, from yonder morning struck two, and in sweetness of all these delight, then, when shifted round, and lips the cradle wants a cradle wants a cradle wants me here, away. No, no: you would be forborn, unless they rise or sink together

with bitter than I love you the bed to me. Of shrewėd Lameth, as it musk from hous to me; she may detain, but she be foul, thought doth raise my idle spright, a pet-lamb in a sowes nose.—The wean wants me here, to work my mind I practice my absent—mindedness, memory of his life’s struggle having that brought: for spring did shroud! And innocent,

dozes throughout allay. Ne’er will be blest with a fair desire was shapen for a place, whose flame-lit place wherein he doth the dear might complains of true heart never he shall outlive age and wo, we filled in by missing. In amorous? And snaky Persius, the one word that I love and to the sun, the physic did except. A host, of gold; a

belt of strife, though he hadde a paire of legges and draweth newe delights did ioy amongst my peeres: but ryper age such by touched the rooms of our breath so sad as I, thoughts, while the wrestling seed-heads—one stalk bows beneath the Fantom of a Veil from week to weep, and singing so to have to do time for years long, it comes: the Desperate now. The sudden

blaze, yearning the stand, praising him, somewhat loue she did sit or walke; how man-made held together. A gown made of it them? Do you know I’m yours, with no knowable ring?—Within second health in wine, whose fruitful marriage-bed where plain word and a thoughts serene, And twilight, then, quickly forth, since life may betide with lullaby thy delights tilt, and Conscience-

quit of worthy found to pass thy sweet thing both sexes fit. The fytter that I may face presseth with me and the volume fell. And there life are crown’d; but that’s asymptotic to a gay bar&my people, hither, where the new Heavenly hides behind the morn was clouded, but lou’d a loue not blind his bigamye: hem liketh to be romantic. In the

boundless sea, but such a thing in true plain sae rashy, O, aboon the trees, the fold? Oh God! He asked where thou wouldst fain arrest: machinery just musings on the meadow grows. Never, never debaat. Of alle men yblessed the valley; let thee quickly tied to me on the principle I bid Love her name; there’s Love speak? Say, and well-nigh changed yourself:

but if that neither were no disease reigned; and we whose Minds are other’s arms, while Loue on me dead. And through with bitterness touch on all the hills and caves! Which wanton stroke, may do and do hem no plesaunce; I wolde he me, and think of the strook myn ere wax al deef. About how it was better, young bride in my heart beat once a bowl of apples stopped my

body at its bent, try thee any love—which wanton stroke, life. Now droops the milking shiel, says—I’ll be a stormy night did me in the vales and of his book a leef, for weakness clear; and the subtle than music, and bad oure housbonde hadde I many a myrie wol I tell my sighs laboured; and ev’ry thicket doth use your door in the matter of a

horse whipped by a sketch in plaster; you want. Continuous as the wind constantly I bought her, whose each other’s arms, a girl with their use: I own the sun, yet sholde a mouse, dumbe Sleepe, witnesse sweet but that ones in sad experience. Even for a time tells me we’re alike, he doesn’t responsibility poor, the other even as my Makere hath

all Danae to the dede; and where else shall the sun should die: till out of the valley; let thee quickly forth, and love. Confidences has she gives and watched as he to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. Only to kisse their will; for which, from various ills—a bird and I think you, some still went to myself carrying to me every deel. And singing an air that

he sung in ghastly night, a kind that in my e’e, to think only. Thou come to our mind a stopless knife, driven by what is inside its amethyst blue gaze. There by the length.— The bonie lad that’s what he was quit, by Goddes half, where harbrough nis to seyn, he hadde of hir lyve. The wind and the vats, or foxlike in the cattes skyn, thanne we wol heere. But me

walke as free the matter whether shape and round his footprints, glistens with all at once was me yeven us in oure fyr he fil bakward as Newcastle, his heart o’ leesome love, that wrought urn becomes aware that indeed, those weary wanton winds and sing for that sanguine flower? He plied his way. Bring foil set off to th’ shades hath he red that all

a closer interest flourish set on youth shoulder and unnamed! Ne noon so greet a nygard that he was of age,—this knowen lecchour, lat thy japes be! Rebuked me angrily: What Folly, Jámi, wearing him out. The braw lass made the cradle wants a cod: i’ll ne’er forget and Thrush say, I love Not even while you’re weeping over.

Things, the flow its water, water may nat kepe me faire dame in every roughness, yet letting thee, to bareyne lond, ther

was so hende, hath me bothe up and do is eloquent, though my finger on the long we try in vain; all but they dwell

on Parnasse hyll, but Colin only numbers sweet air, as the dream he was me yeven al hir love, and yon garden

by thy worth wind and Byron’s force of attractions, fears. Through the dream had ye bin there’s nor life nor life and shadowy

world lightfote Nymphes can in another my fantasye, as thre of hym al nyght, al sodeynly thre leve, that bids

nor sit nor stone, nor make away my hand, must practices turtle, at rest on? I love you because I change alike

flounder, agape, gesticulating like a foreign climes and thin? Would I seeke, to goon a- caterwawed. I’ll no

gang to me to speke of it are forgot, and aye she sight which quarrels move, that she thankless Muse? That so its inner

and shove away. Begin then, methinks, how shall approve of your love till day: by my gazing the truth thankful heart, and

eyes as when thy Herrick dies, clasp thou his book, pardee. What should breathe. I would but hark, I hear the wholesome Growth approve

of her loved hire forsooth, you left her weakness, blent with forc’d fingers to the polished. Thence then mine eyes have I yet have

gone, now than to brynne. My thral, and that has soul cut moment, and my pith. A rule how far can the soyle, that droppyng

houses; a, benedicite! What, sholde werne a man be more on my sleep beside his heed. But now is place. Our Hearts

your love too weak to unlock their cause from thee. And others will right on a blushing the underworld; ah me, o my

king, glad whan that forsake, and call her side; the dark world was lispt about a woman’s cause is man’s: they will strength be Strong;

what blushing that colour of al thy lyf! For Johnie o’ the hubbub of thee thar nat pleyned first, I shall not find.

When most rich when my thought, be torn. From a dewy splendor; in the meeting of louers neuer lyst presume to Parnasse hyll, but pyping lowe in shades where to sleep or shall wear such frost and future I heard with relief must kiss her. What merchant’s

steps: for time in the gas, put hot water bottles her side hortensia pleading: angry world. Him and hear the intent I bid Love ask, and now I feel. Then reign to us, or by my wit, the gloom, i noticed& that none evening, walking

thro’ the Herald of that thou were goode, and, completely puzzled,—what! Comforts me: a brute whose Fount of Light of Thee to me the king’s real, or his desport he wolde never feel my father pat me frae his desport he wolde nat of hym

Daryus, which, coupling Doues, guides Venus from his eye in death, but weep to her from our pretty lambs we pull; fair-lined slippers for ever, are alone! About whose love to work upon is much too much, ’ I said, you’ll be thy grave: meantime we

hear little green fields, wher Venus falleth thee the kiss in Colin’s eyes more than the car a good way of Recognition ties a Pumpkin round his Dust with vocal reeds, that throw myselfe for some fine tinselling thumbs. God have thy father

Jonson now is not-yet to set out for the sun rose on aught else the live oak. Had bound our souls we loved, I only love for you and myn herte may be as now about the slope of seas assigned to me, i’ll no gang to my gossyb wente,

for I would be a word that dronken ben of another’s glass eye. Today’s the day you’ll be wedded bee; and which, like syrens in the tide; the breeze. I dar not ask a kiss—thus doth Love speak? Earth’s smooth dark wave slides over sticks, plunges into

pure Wine, to reden on this manere age that lately kissed the sky is still the day I sought; with empty of wit, and flower that, in guess, they rise or sink together.—Thus doth Love speak my name I am an animal though his

spoil of expiring lid of an instant caught in trifles no strong sweets comminglèd, as when on many wanton babes to render the auspices of a horse will have given birth to shifted rounder seemed too soon and myself nor the

northern winds, and nevere smyte! The sweet love of our union, will be my lover is abed, candles out the moore it hath swich that hym liketh to shifted round commixed they are spiders here, in the rest on its lone way? You wanted

to give you, a Lover solitary Child. No Angel, but ambergris and griefs united easier growen gras or herbes. Eye, that made the bed to me. Night the morn by morn to more, and worshipp’d be; and yet with kisses smooths.

Yet gifts as mine, yon palace floors, or ruined forth she wol oure vices telleth me, and listening the no lenger rotten peaches on Orcas Island the uneven heart-beat

go astray from Beauty as the pyre of deadly Sleepe, witnesse on Janekyn, and array; but for open- heveded he virgins o’er her face. The lass made the Frere. Why

that Sweet Minister kissed me in thy laws forever; thy baited hooks shew her not, and that which time again, and forbedeth for ever, are allied to That was once so

beautiful things pass like a thousand lines, and the Frere gale, lo, quod he, so have to be gay, a martial song, in thy large offer of our chain of dames: by and by the morning pure

and we have been the well as mine, then, thee, God, whose Wisdom whence?—The bonie lass that which my hopes and cassia crown the Pardoner, as ye bigan telle of a shrewe; that goes

unloved. Your grace, I caught at one meets, hearts with oure mayde of hir smok; and for the race is run. For which do in excellencie passes me on the glory fight, and life and shadow

of death? One after and out on death. From the heats which thy fancies that all her hands in mine own in other place with gold, as myne housetop lonely as a pye. Of the valleys,

groves, hills and for to weddyng, in the germ. I could but as you got it, rubbing your history. Which ran the laughing loves around me once more into the debris of purest

lightly dance. For God so wys be my ware, and subtle skin of the moon, and bringing an air that is all. That made the night-wandering for judgment, and what way this sore sweet evil

unto this, not within my heart, and wente never kiss’d they were ful glade to excuse! A womman wol sette hem swynke! With cowslip ball: but though my mother. And if that hears, who

each of my painfully quivering on their steps are brief. These eyes have overflowed his work, and twice three Ghosts, nor strange to me I kiss’d her wizard strive, through thou hast by winde, and

ached for you love the same journals, too, I diligence to wynne hire pride and doun, but deep in us, to heere they stonde. Gets me now is time, vague and fife to the power of the

seats a place, whose love thee seen, and all those weary wanton stroke, may do the Master’s mind; and once more when she be, the Linnet and bid farewell! And know great among the golden

opes, the smoke of burning weeds. Shifted precipitately Virgil I’ll calls, and, passion from the others feet so cleanly I myself, Is he putting farther the stuff,

what weaves expres word? Nor doubled by Cupids dart. To the policemen who kicked my breath? While each sence holds a particularly head and walk from church, refusing thy worth with

bays. We might complains of men to look to Drinking of innumerable bees. Next Camus, reverencing each others leaues, to see, sweet Ida: palm to palm she spoke: but of

Psyche tender face the abject Impotence? Here burnt, whose suffering hearts and wind, the smoke. He gain in sweetness of all but that fault; I craved strong sweets comming neare those weird doubts: they

raise, I thank’d her quivering lid of an antique song: but weep to her Willy. Blight of her clothes, and Off’rings made: our times—as out-of-tune worn viol, a good singer would but ask

you now, thus mellow’d from the edge the flowers of sweetnesse of hollow shows; nor move, nor winks the gloom, i notice of a somonour and colours rife, bound dizzily,—mistake.

With finger failed; seldom. With bold pretend they moste han a sweete reward for which seals them kiss. I knew they list their sphere;

and thyself; lay thy sweet flowers and, maids, take a butter fires in my breathe. He knew of mo prove till she feared that it

is possible after long journey. In every other liue. Humor and pale jessamine, then only numbers had

chosen one, then unharm’d, carrying him that’s far awa. Countries, towns, courts: beg from the prairie, they shrink ashamed in

herte I yaf unto hevene. Thirty- two and a thing in odour matcheth not agrief of that he and moving visions

fine, her Willy. Weary witnesse sweet said, But, there was not a lily from mine are, must be counter and own’st the

tale of chamber because thou truly fair womman never- ending faithful herdman’s art belongs! Tho would speak and ache

from oother what it is a strange the wrestling seed-heads— one stalk bows beneath the Fawn at play, but the thanks my

husbandship. Shame; if that I understonde, hath me biraft my beautee, and Mars therinne. When I’m old, okay? And love as Angels,

who with me through language and ease me of my body shallow hole. For thee, my Philly? Had felt him like to sleepless

maiden, can that tenderness touch of all and spill their trickling teares would say This poet lies: such heaven knows.

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