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The potential of Ma'alefa'ak; a comics retrospective

Ma'alefa'ak J'onzz, Martian Manhunter's evil twin brother, is considered the most iconic villain of the martian's rogues gallery. Aside from the white martians (which are arguably more often used as Justice League rogues), Ma'alefa'ak is the most frequently revived and adapted rogue to go against J'onn. Readers tend to remember Ma'al as "the Darkseid cultist who genocide-d the entire martian race", and while that's true for his first iteration, I don't believe that's the reason he's persisted as long as he has.

As with much of Martian lore, Ma'al's character and origin has been reinvented many times in both comics and adapted media. I would like to take a retrospective look into how Ma'al has evolved and shifted from his initial origin story, what I find compelling, what works, what doesn't, and where I'd like to see this character moving forward. This post will cover the comics and a separate post will cover his film and tv adaptations.

As we go through these iterations, I want to dig into what the through line of Ma'alefa'ak's character is. What do writers decide to keep and reinvent about him? What makes Ma'al, Ma'al?

disclaimer: Ma'al is frequently coded and sometimes even explicitly written as a disabled martian. While it's not a one-to-one comparable marginalization to any human disability (it's more of a fantasy disability or thematic rather than true representation), I figured it's still important to disclose that I am not a disabled reader. These are observations from an outsider perspective with no personal authority. Additional content warning for discussions of sexual assault (not directly, more like an act likened to rape- with the exception of a brief analysis on Brightest Day), genocide, and ableism.

Let's start with Martian Manhunter's 1998 solo run, issue #0 Pilgrimage. In this storyline, Ma'al is introduced as "the only martian born without telepathy!", and is therefore the only martian immune to fire (famously the weakness to the martian race). He admits to creating the telepathic virus that caused the martians to combust into flames, thereby killing them. Notably Ma'al is described as a "priest / scientist", and he explains that his goal is to wipe out all telepathic martians so that he can no longer be "the freak". The twins fight, presumed they killed one another, and went on their separate paths: J'onn is teleported to Earth, while Ma'al just kind of. Takes the world's longest nap in martian rubble. J'onn takes a pilgrimage to Mars one day, which alerts Ma'al that his quest to eliminate all telepathic martians is not complete.

Ma'al continues to appear as an overarching villain on issues #3-9, infiltrating J'onn's human life as John Jones and eventually impersonating the Martian Manhunter to get the Justice League to turn against his twin. In the process, Ma'al also impersonates several League members, sporting a signature Joker-esque smile to let the reader know it's him. This act of impersonation and trickery becomes a popular staple in future incarnations of Ma'al, as is often the case for shapeshifting villains. Ma'al adopts the "human" name Malefic.

In issue #7 we're given a flashback to a once living Mars, where Ma'al is being tried for the crime of "mind rape". It isn't specified who the victim of his crime is, unlike other iterations would later elaborate on. The reveal here is that Ma'al wasn't born disabled: he was punished to be by the martian council. His memory was wiped to make him believe he was disabled by birth.

[I know I could share other more informative panels of this flashback but I have to share what I consider, as a twin, the funniest panel ever]

In issue #8, it is revealed that while Ma'al's memory was wiped, his hatred was so strong that even though he doesn't remember why he hates he knows that he just does. So he secretly orchestrates the genocide of telepathic martians. J'onn notably defends his brother from the martian council initially, telling them that Ma'al deserves a chance as a new person, only to be proven wrong. By issue #9, the twins have a final battle with each other in the present. J'onn reinstalls Ma'al's telepathic abilities and memories, reactivating Ma'al's weakness to fire and letting him burn in the sun.

And that's Ma'alefa'ak's first debut! A standard trickster evil-twin villain who dies in his very first story. He does show up later in this solo run, but it's with a rebooted origin. So they're kind of like two different Ma'al takes in the same run.

Let's talk about this first version! We're dealing with a very typical evil twin character; he's described as the evil parts of what was supposed to be a whole person, while J'onn is all the good parts. There's a semblance of themes surrounding disability and destined good/evil, but it's only touched upon in this first take. One of the core flaws to Martian Manhunter's longevity as a solo character is his underdeveloped moral code and themes. It's the reason why J'onn doesn't have a stable rogues gallery, because he just kills them. He will SAY he has the basic moral high ground of "killing is bad, life is sacred" but he has no problem tossing his villains into the sun before acting upset about it later. J'onn lets his brother burn, but the narrative feigns him to have concern afterwards over how he couldn't save his poor brother. It's an odd read.

J'onn's "killing is bad" moral code also doesn't bounce off against his evil brother in a meaningful way. Ma'al wants to kill all martians so he won't be the freak martian anymore, but then what? He could go to a planet like Earth with no telepathy where he'd be normal, but instead he just,,, buries himself under some rocks to sleep until he realizes J'onn is still alive- which gives him purpose again. It's funny in a petty way, but meaningless considering he is now 50% of the martian population. While I consider this iteration of Ma'al's motivations to be shallow ("focused hatred" as a core motivation is short lived and unideal for the longevity of a recurring rogue), I do find Ma'al's shenanigans impersonating both J'onn and League members very fun to read.

He's a true equal to J'onn and while his immunity to fire wasn't explored as much as it should have been, it's no wonder this first impression gave Ma'al his iconic status as Martian Manhunter's arch nemesis, there's a personal connection between them as brothers. It's a familial short-hand for a deep relationship between hero and villain, but it's something to work with. Because even after death, Ma'al is still a revisited character.

Honorable mention time! The "DCU Villains Secret Files and Origins" (1999), featured an exclusive short comic on Ma'al's section that foreshadows the shapeshifting shenanigans he's about to pull on the League. His character page describes him as being born without telepathy even though that's proven to be untrue. We'll discuss the ableist narrative of having a disabled martian seeking to destroy all able-bodied martians in detail after looking through more of his backstory. Also, in the Secret Files information, Ma'al's marital status is left ambiguous for some reason. In case any of you were wondering if he was single.

Up next, Ma'alefa'ak returns in the 3-part flashback arc, In My Life (issues #33-35)! This story contains the most extensive characterization of Ma'al in the comics. In this storyline, we get to see J'onn and Ma'al's twinly birth. Sha'sheen and M'yrnn (J'onn and Ma'al's mother and father respectively) give J'onn a blessed name, while Ma'al is given a cursed name that prophesized darkness within him. Great favoritism on the parents, there. As the two grow up, J'onn is treated better than Ma'al-who is ostracized as someone vaguely "difficult". Despite this, J'onn cares about his twin dearly, constantly defending and giving his brother the benefit of the doubt. J'onn confronts his precognitive mother, and asks why she gave his brother a name that alienates him from martian society. Sha'sheen avoids answering directly and instead explains that before J'onn was even born, she had visions of a terrible future where a martian champion who would "embody the very best aspects of our race" will be needed. "Ma'al's name serves as a warning", Sha'sheen says.

J'onn grows up to be a manhunter like his mom, while Ma'al becomes a theologian and quantum physicist. At a big council meeting, Ma'al opens a portal that allows the people of Apokolips to visit Mars. The Apokolips people are friendly at first- asking around for an anti-life equation- but then quickly attack with an army and kidnap a bunch of Martians! They've taken Ma'al and M'yrnn too! J'onn goes on a quest to rescue his friends and family from Apokolips.

In the next issue, J'onn traverses Apokolips to free the kidnapped Martians and meets his love interest: M'yri'ah. He finds a traumatized Ma'al, whose mind has been experimented on by the people of Apokolips. J'onn also finds M'yrnn, who has been so horrifically tampered with to the point he is beyond saving. J'onn manages to save a group of Martians and head back home to Mars.

In the last issue of this arc, it's revealed that Ma'al is feigning being messed up by Apokolips. He's actually working for Darkseid and is snooping around for the anti-life equation! Meanwhile J'onn gets happily married to M'yri'ah, but before they can get-funky-Martian-Style, M'yri'ah feels her mind is being intruded on and is traumatized. An emergency council meeting is called, where we learn several Martians have been telepathically violated. Sha'sheen asserts -because the narrative didn't set up any other suspects- that the perpetrator is Ma'al. J'onn continues to be defensive of his brother and tells his mom they need more evidence before they can accuse him. Meanwhile he orders the manhunters to do a mental patrol while everyone sleeps.

In a sequence that is cosmically funny, J'onn goes to his home where he has it Martian-funky-style with his wife only to hear a cry for help from his mother who turns out to be dead. As a funeral is had in her honor, Sha'sheen's ghost materializes to J'onn. She reveals that she intruded into Ma'al's mind and confirmed her suspicions; Ma'al is Darkseid's servant. Angry, J'onn confronts Ma'al on Venus where the two fight.

J'onn proposes to take some of Ma'al's darkness and offer some of his lightness to heal Ma'al (some sort of Martian fusion I guess?). Ma'al is disgusted at the prospect of being more like J'onn so the two battle it out. I respect an identical twin that wants individuality. Anyway Ma'al loses and is brought back to Mars where his telepathy and memory are wiped away as punishment. J'onn goes home to have it Martian-funky-style with his wife which results in his baby girl K'hym. The ending is very abrupt.

There is a lot to dissect with In My Life. This is personally my favorite Ma'alefa'ak comic because while it's silly, predictable, and really slows down in issue #34 on Apokolips, it has some compelling characterization moments for Ma'al.

"But what am I, dear brother, other than what our mother made me? And what she didn't do to me, Darkseid and Desaad surely did. Am I the villain or the victim in all this?"

Let's discuss! Ma'al is set up to be the dynamic opposite to J'onn. While J'onn is "the best aspects of the Martian race" and is a duty bound to the point he is a law enforcer, Ma'al is an authority-questioning, faith-doubting, anti-establishment, outsider. There's a scene where M'yrnn is teaching young martians the ethics of telepathy: while Martians can read each other's minds, they are still entitled to privacy. To this, Ma'al calls out a double standard: how come manhunters are allowed to break these rules? M'yrnn essentially responds "it's tradition, don't question it." Even J'onn challenged this notion later when the Martian council accuse Ma'al of being the perpetrator of Mind Rape: "in investigating a mind rapist, you propose we rape Ma'alefa'ak's mind as well?". Yet that's exactly what Sha'sheen does to confirm her suspicions. She's allowed to after all, she's a manhunter.

Ma'al's entire reason for opening a portal for people of Apokolips to visit is because he's lost faith in Martian gods- something considered blasphemous by the Martian council. J'onn tries desperately to get Ma'al to assimilate into a society Ma'al doesn't identify with, going out of his way to propose how he could infuse his brother with parts of himself so that Ma'al could be more like him.

"I will not be you! I will not give up who I am! If I am flawed, then I will be flawed! I am Ma'alefa'ak! I will not be you!"

We all yass'd in quick succession. After their fight, J'onn's rebuttal is "You are as you are. Perhaps the only way to change that is to take it all away from you." Absolutely wild that J'onn and the Martian society are the good guys here. There's a story in here about someone who has been Assigned Ostracized At Birth and then dares challenge society's double standards. It's a far from perfect story, Ma'al absolutely victimizes himself as having no agency in following Darkseid's orders- but he came to this point as a result of a society and religion that shunned him. His punishment is to have his rebellious tendencies and memory stripped of him, and in the words of the comic:

"he would be mamed. He would be crippled. He would be given a new identity so that he would become a useful member of our society again. But he would never be fully trusted and he would never know why."

Dystopian!! He's been Martian Unperson-ed like it's 1984 by George Orwell. Of course this doesn't work and continues the cycle of Ma'al feeling shunned by society, this time because he's disabled, causing the destruction of Mars through H'ronmeer's Curse. Maybe Sha'sheen should've just named him something nice.

Immediately I know what the criticism to this is- Ma'al is a Darkseid cultist and telapthic rapist (and eventual perpetrator of genocide), why is it a question whether he is a victim? To this I say, we need to look at the bigger picture: how often are we treated to narratives that frame a rebellious and marginalized character who Has A Point About How Unfair Society Is, but "their methods are just too extreme"? It's the classic MCU villain and respectable-hero dynamic. Villain challenges the status quo, Hero upholds it.

Within the context of In My Life and Ma'al's lore, none of Ma'al's worst actions make any sense. In his first appearance, Ma'al is tried for the crime of "mind rape". However we, as the reader, are not privy to why he did these things. M'yria'h wasn't even written as his victim yet at this point. As she's consoling J'onn over Ma'al's trial, she says "I know how hard this was for you" "he cannot hurt others again". In My Life is meant to show us why Ma'al did those crimes. Ma'al was looking for the anti-life equation for Darksied, which My'rnn explains earlier to the Apokolips guests that "neither me nor my people have any desire for them {the anti-life equation}". Yet Ma'al violates M'yri'ah's and several martians' minds to fruitlessly find the anti-life equation when Ma'al should know that no one on Mars is interested in it. M'yri'ah is re-written to be his victim in this story, because it sure would be messed up for Ma'al to hurt his own twin's wife! Ma'al is oddly unmotivated in his origin stories, was he collaborating with Darkseid all along before opening the portal? Or was he indoctrinated by Darkseid after he was on Apokolips? What about Darkseid's ideas does he find appealing as an outsider?

Then there's Ma'al creating H'ronmeer's curse to wipe out the Martian race so he wouldn't be a "freak" anymore. This is also unmotivated. He had his memory erased, and all that remained was that he may not know why he hates Martians, he just does. So the next logical step was genocide? His motivation is watered down to "vague hatred".

Let's look at the optics of a story about a disabled character seeking to destroy the able-bodied population. Although I don't think Ma'alefa'ak's origin story is as intentional in its implication as some MCU propaganda perpetuates in its "respectable hero" narratives, the story of Ma'al is still the result of something so ingrained and unquestioned. It's reflective of the privileged fear that fights for equality will only result in the oppressed group oppressing the privileged-by doing unto them the same kind of oppression the privileged are used to doing to the oppressed. The privileged cannot comprehend what making space for others looks like, all they know is what it looks like to have that taken away.

No disabled person would go to the lengths a fictional Martian does in their frustration against an ableist society. Historically, it is able-bodied people and ableist society that's sought to wipe out disabled people and their culture. Everything from enforcing laws that ban the use of sign language in schools, discouraging disabled people from marrying each other, and the forced sterilization of marginalized people among many things, all exist with the goal of erasing disabled people. You've heard of fantasy reverse-racism, now get ready for fantasy reverse-ableism.

So why did the writer choose to make Ma'al do these nonsensical things? It's simple; J'onn is the best parts of the Martian race, and Ma'al is the worst parts. In a blogpost, Martian Manhunter writer John Ostrander discuses what went into Martian worldbuilding:

"Tom and I decided we would investigate and explore Martian culture in our version. He [J'onn] was telepathic; his race was telepathic. What did that mean? What were the societal rules? Rape, for example, would not only be physical; it could be emotional and mental. On the flip side of the coin, sex would involve a melding of minds as well as a melding of bodies. With his race dead, J’onn would be forever denied that. He could never again experience physical love on so deep a level."

Yeah their first thought about Martian worldbuilding really was "dang what's sex like for Martians, I guess it's super personal for them". Ma'al telepathic violation of M'yri'ah is not meant to be a deep look at rape culture or how something so vile can happen, it's just a demonstration of what the worst thing someone in a telepathic society could do. It's not even a sexual violation, Ma'al did the equivalent of looking for a secret pie recipe in someone's head, but it's framed as sexual assault by the narrative. That's why it's so unmotivated. Genocide is the next worst thing a person can do, and so that's all Ma'al is known for to most people. These narratively unmotivated actions, detached from a story about marginalization and challenging an unfair society.

And despite all that, telepathic violation and genocide are not what end up being the things future writers keep about his character. So let's continue.

Honorable mention time! In the 2006 comic run: Martian Manhunter The Others Among Us, it is revealed that the Cay'an (a surviving green martian and villain of the story) hates J'onn for letting his brother live! She wishes he was harder on Ma'al so that Ma'al wouldn't have destroyed their home. Ma'al doesn't appear in this story at all, but his influence on Martian Manhunter lore is so strong he still gets a mention and inadvertently spawns another rogue for J'onn.

It sure is weird how the narrative keeps punishing J'onn for caring about his brother. I would understand if In My Life was a story about giving an abusive family member too many chances or how some people are a lost cause, but that doesn't work when Ma'al is marked as an alienated outcast since birth. J'onn caring about Ma'al isn't a flaw to me, it's the one thing no one else in Martian society would do for Ma'al.

Moving along we have 2007's JLA: Classified: The Ghosts of Mars (issues #42-46). So if Ma'al's debut story was about impersonating J'onn and Justice League members to get everyone to mistrust and eventually kill the Martian Manhunter, The Ghosts of Mars is about Ma'al doing all that again but this time he's a dream ghost. Ma'al just possesses J'onn now. The writer, Justin Gray, really did his homework on both Martian lore and Ma'alefa'ak's origin story as there are some very specific callbacks that I enjoyed reading in this run. Rick Leonardi and Sean Philips's art is so appealing too! I love that they committed to Ma'al's edgy design.

So the reason J'onn is seeing Ma'al's Force Ghost (essentially) is that back when J'onn and Ma'al were kids, they partook in the G'amal'Khul ritual- which bonded a portion of each other's souls within themselves. Ma'al has a bit of J'onn's soul within him, and vice versa. What's notable about this incarnation of Ma'al is that despite the fact it heavily calls back to Ma'al's history in the In My Life storyline, it makes one key difference: Ma'al is explicitly labeled as disabled.

Textually it's more like a late-bloomer situation, where Ma'al can't hear The Great Voice in the way J'onn naturally could, but I think it's telling that the writers were willing to label that as a disability. Whereas In My Life and Pilgrimage never even used the word "disability"- Ma'al was only coded that way. You'll notice a still continuing theme of Ma'al needing to "overcome" his "flaws" in order to become a "useful member of society" or "a complete family". This ableist mindset and language is never called out or explored as something flawed in Martian society. It's just a given, acceptable thing.

Ma'al does eventually develop Martian Telepathy enough to hear The Great Voice, and then In My Life events remain the same in their briefly summarized retelling. Except!! For when J'onn is having a ghost-argument with his brother and calls out Ma'al by listing his crimes, J'onn does not mention Ma'al's violation of M'yri'ah or any other Martians. Later on, the ghosts of K'hym and M'yri'ah don't bring it up either. Possibly implying a small but noticeable retcon. Contrast this with his original incarnation, where that was Ma'al's defining crime that led to him being mind-wiped.

[these are from 2 separate pages that I fused together to save up space but please appreciate Ma'al peeping over J'onn's shoulders twice]

However there are some choices in characterization for Ma'al in this arc that are at odds with Ma'al's core themes and origin as a marginalized martian. His goal in this mental-ghost-argument with J'onn is to convince his brother that the Justice League will never accept J'onn as one of them because of anti-alien xenophobia. And in doing so, Ma'al weirdly props up Martian Superiority talking points.

Ma'al talks about how humans can never be faithful to their partners because humans can't shapeshift to keep the relationship spicy and interesting (I'm not joking). Unlike Martians who can change it up every now and then. Ma'al even says that because they're not telepathically open to each other like in Martian cultures, their sense of family "pales in comparison to Martian sensibilities". Having Ma'al flex abilities Martians can do as superior because humans don't have those abilities, in the same arc that explicitly labels Ma'al as disabled, is a bizarre characterization choice. While this version of Ma'al appears to have kinder parents raising him, the larger story beats of In My Life play out just the same. And those story beats rely on Ma'al being ostracized from his family since birth. The entire premise in this arc is J'onn being ostracized from human beings, who judge his more alien-appearance compared to Superman. J'onn even calls this out as racism. Yet no introspection is given over how Martian society oppressed Ma'al as a disabled Martian. So there's a bit of a dissonance in themes here.

Overall while I did enjoy this iteration of Ma'al (his ghost-aura pettiness continues to amuse me), I felt that a better version of this story was told through Martian Manhunter's Brightest Day arc. J'onn is tricked into trapping himself in his mind where he fantasizes about the Justice League sequentially dying off and is given cryptic clues in order to wake himself up. This arc deserves a shoutout because it also continues this Martian ableism tradition, but it's vilified this time!

The villain of this storyline is D'kay D'razz, and she's some kind of Martian scientist who seeks to cure Martians whose minds can't be read but are able to still telepathically read the minds of others, or "cerebrally isolated Martians" as D'kay puts it. She even proposed purging disabled Martians, which the Manhunters didn't like so they imprisoned her for hundreds of years in isolation. We don't get any named disabled Martians, they're mostly props to D'kay's belief and desire to breed the perfect Martian race with J'onn. It's odd that this time ableism is something Martian society and the manhunters disapprove of, since it was something they enforced in Ma'al's origin.

The Brightest Day Martian Manhunter storyline is also another prominent recurrence of Martian telepathic assault. Only for D'kay, unlike Ma'al's telepathic violation that was framed as rape, her goal with J'onn is explicitly sexual. "Rape" by term isn't mentioned at all in D'kay's plot, yet it's absolutely what she did to J'onn: deviously tricking him into hopefully giving her a Martian child. Yet J'onn as a victim isn't something fully recognized by the narrative to the extent that M'yri'ah was for In My Life. There's a larger conversation over the treatment of male victims in DC (and mainstream at large), but I think it's particularly clear in the case of J'onn versus M'yri'ah's treatment.

So our next two versions of Ma'al are more Elseworld takes on his character and they're much shorter to dissect. While I believe Ma'al is at his thematically strongest in these previous comics, I think these are still worth looking into because they continue some interesting staples to his character that we'll see in future adaptations of him. Also this is a Ma'alefa'ak retrospective, we're being thorough.

Get a load of this guy! Ma'alefa'ak appears in 2010's Batman The Brave and the Bold: Invasion from Mars! (issue #18) In this story, Ma'al is reimagined as a white martian. That's right, contrary to popular belief, Young Justice was not the first to make Ma'al unrelated to J'onn and turn him into a White Martian. Oh no, no no. Batman Brave and the Bold paved the way, my friend.

In this version, General Ma'al is trying to bring Martians back by destroying humans on Earth. Even though it can be argued this character only shares a name with Ma'al and little much else, there's some semblance to his character here. Ma'al possesses Batman in the later half of the story, even sporting his Joker-esque smile as he tries to take over Batman's mind. That's just about it, though!

Ma'al being reimagined as an Alien Invader seeking to wipe out humans and replace them with an alien race is a really generic villain motivation (for Kryptonians but especially Martians) so it doesn't stick. This does already show writers trying to freshen up Ma'al as a rogue by changing his Martian race. This Ma'al is the cutest design in the world.

Our last prominent Ma'alefa'ak comic appearance takes us to the infamous New 52, which features a red Martian variant of Ma'al who is once again, not J'onn's twin brother. The New 52 is a reboot where the DC universe gets an overall edgy makeover. For Martian Manhunter, this meant the 12-issue solo Epiphany. While it's easy to write this take off as a dark Elseworld interpretation with no connection to the characters' history, the Epiphany run actually has a ton of call backs to Martian Manhunter history. I like to describe this series as taking all those references and throwing them in an evil, twisted blender. So let's discuss. Since this series relies on a lot of time skips and twists, I'll be describing the relevant plot points as they happen chronologically in the universe.

Long ago, Krypton-uh I mean-Mars, was a technologically advanced society whose people became so arrogant of their progress that they didn't realize their planet was hurting. So the cosmic Spirit of Mars itself decided to psychically send the Martians a vision; a cry for help. Instead, most Martians interpreted this vision as a threat. Many just saw the vision of a large cosmic monster coming for them. Martians like Ma'alefa'ak, weaponized the growing fear and paranoia for his own gain. He convinces the Martian council that they should make a Martian Manhunter; a fusion of all the best Martians to be their weaponized champion against the coming threat. J'onn volunteers to be the soul vessel of the weapon. At the last minute, Ma'al betrays the Martians by slaughtering some of them to perform "Ancient Long-Banned Black Martian Blood Magic" to turn J'onn into a monstrous hybrid.

J'onn is betrayed, but decides to make the most of it by challenging the cosmic monster to a fight. The Spirit of Mars takes the form of J'onn's son and shames Martiankind for responding to its cry for help with violence. It punishes Mars by sucking the planet dry and spitting J'onn off-planet. Ma'alefa'ak seemingly escapes with his troops.

As millions of years pass by, J'onn goes insane and out of loneliness, splits himself up into a bunch of Martians with consciousness of their own and spread them throughout the planet (and the universe I guess). Out of shame, J'onn hides from his past and convinces himself he's a hero with false memories. Eventually in the present day, all of the split parts of J'onn decide they want to return to him as "our god", and they do that through...a fake alien invasion.

The invasion consists of a fake Ma'alefa'ak (constructed by J'onn) and his team of fake White Martians (also constructed by J'onn) who seek to put J'onn into a giant magical beam that would supposedly bring Mars back. J'onn splits himself into 4 new identities to make himself harder to find, but he's found and brought to the beam regardless.

The magic spell goes wrong and instead sends him to a universe where Earth and a resurrected Mars are about to collide into each other. J'onn tries to save both the resurrected Martians and the people of Earth by taking the Martians through a portal back to before the spell happened. Which he does. But as he makes it back to normal Earth, he is treated to the plot twist that none of the Martians (neither the ones that attacked him nor the ones he was saving) were real. J'onn realized he orchestrated the whole thing. And before the reader can think too hard about all the innocent people J'onn killed in his weird roleplay game, the comic ends with a little girl basically telling him "well, at least you tried to do good." J'onn quickly flies away because- yeah I don't think he was convinced by what she said either.

And that's a very brief summary of the New 52 Martian Manhunter arc. I'll go into more detail in the analysis since the story is so overloaded and convoluted that it would take forever to explain every plot point as its presented to us in the comic. So let's talk about themes and how Ma'alefa'ak fits into this story.

One of the other foundational flaws of Martian Manhunter as a superhero character is that he is in many ways, a creatively redundant variation of Superman. Whenever writers try to flesh out the world of Mars, they often end up accidentally re-creating Krypton. In J'onn's limited Rebirth solo run Identity, he's basically a more corrupt Jor-El figure. When both Superman and Martian Manhunter are the last of their kind and powerful, an exciting villain means bringing out another Martian or Kryptonian that seeks to take over Earth to bring their lost planet back. What Epiphany tries to do to differentiate J'onn from Superman is to dip into the cosmic horror idea that J'onn is not who he always thought he was. He's not a hero, he's a weapon designed to attack the Spirit of Mars. The new identities J'onn split himself into are convinced they have fully lived lives and are horrified to learn they're a part of something else. The full horror comes around when J'onn realizes he's constructed all this alien-invasion destruction himself. It's a very unnecessarily edgy end to a story with potential. But how does Ma'alefa'ak fit into it?

Outside of the origin story, the Ma'al we see in this arc is mostly a fabrication of J'onn's mind. Sure he has his own consciousness and we can only assume he's an accurate re-enactment of what the real (probably dead) Ma'al was like, but he's still an extension of J'onn at the end. Ma'al is characterized as a paranoid, violent egomaniac. He casually uses forbidden Martian magic to fuse Martians against their will, and his ultimate goal is to recreate Mars in his image. I highly doubt the writer of this run was referencing Ma'al's more generic re-imagined motivations from the Batman Brave and the Bold comic, but it's interesting that making Ma'al into discount General Zod is a thing that happened twice. So how does this fit into older takes on Ma'al outside of being overly edgy? It's all in the details.

The first time J'onn (as one of his new human identities) meets Ma'alefa'ak in the story, Ma'al and the many White Martians have disguised themselves as humans on Earth. Ma'al takes the form of Leo Chandler, a disabled, wheelchair-using boy paralyzed through motor neuron disease. Out of all the throwbacks to Ma'alefa'ak's disability, this one is the wildest. Leo is introduced as having been kidnapped by his own mother before murdering her himself.

But eventually J'onn learns that Leo is not who he seems. He is Ma'alefa'ak in disguise, and Leo's human "mother" was another Martian in disguise. Ma'alefa'ak's "mother" grew to like humans and decided she didn't want to go through with the invasion. She paralyzed Ma'alefa'ak with her powerful telekinesis into a form he finds disgusting and inferior. Once J'onn's many identities get close to the magic beam, Ma'alefa'ak regains his true form again. This is a surprising mix of many things from Martian Manhunter lore. Ma'alefa'ak being disabled by another Martian, finding humans inferior to Martians, even the part where he kills his own mother, are all callbacks to his original iterations. The missing thematic piece is that Ma'al is not marginalized by the Martians or humans in any way, so we're left with only the cartoonishly evil and generic "bring Mars back in my image" through genocide ritual sacrifice.

This is further contrasted against how J'onn is reimagined in this run. Remember how when J'onn's mother tells him she foresaw how he would become a martian champion who would "embody the very best aspects of our race" way back in In My Life? Well in Epiphany, J'onn is now the ultimate able-bodied best Martian. He is a magic-made mix of the greatest warriors and intellects Mars has to offer. Part of the themes of this run is the way J'onn's unique existence dehumanizes him. After witnessing Ma'alefa'ak slaughter Martians with forbidden magic to complete J'onn's transformation, J'onn tells Ma'alefa'ak "You murdered me!". His new identities have personal crises upon finding out their lives are fabricated. So even though J'onn is Mars' ideal champion, the transformation is a burden on him.

In terms of J'onn and Ma'al's dynamic, we're not given a lot to work with. They're basically council associates until J'onn is betrayed by Ma'al turning him into a hybrid fusion monster. The fabricated-by-J'onn's-mind-version of Ma'al hates J'onn for resisting his destiny as a weapon to bring Mars back. There's something about how Ma'al's hatred of J'onn is characterized in this series that feels strangely familiar. Sure, Ma'al is defined by paranoia and ego, but the hatred almost feels like classic Ma'al's vague and petty hatred. It leads to amazing instances of dialogue like "COME DOWN, MANHUNTER! AND MA'ALEFA'AK WILL RIP OUT YOUR TRAITOR'S HEART AND EAT IT AS HATE FUEL FOR BLACK BLOOD MAGIC!" along with the classic "I HAVE HATED YOU SO MUCH I THINK I LOVE YOU, J'ONN." A real tsundere moment for Ma'al.

There's many other nods to Martian Manhunter lore- but to keep it Ma'alefa'ak centric, I have to point out that the series does end with J'onn talking to Ma'alefa'ak's force ghost. And I find that so amusing as an arguably intentional reference to their JLA: Classified, the Ghosts of Mars arc.

So that's New 52 Ma'alefa'ak. My main criticism for Epiphany as a Martian Manhunter take is that it feels less like a story with a unique voice and more like an amalgamation of annotations, references and citations to other Martian Manhunter stories. There's a great premise at the center of Epiphany; the cosmic horror of realizing you're not who you thought you were, that your existence is fabricated and fake, but it's bogged down with an edgy convoluted story that loses what it wants to say. This is reflected in their take of Ma'al. If you remove all the strange quirky references, he's just discount general Zod of Krypton.

Epiphany is a symptom to a larger core flaw to Martian Manhunter's as a superhero character. If Superman is an allegorical immigrant that symbolizes hope and Batman is vengeance initially motivated by grief that eventually evolves into hope, then what grounds J'onn J'onzz as a character? He may be an alien, but stories exist to describe human experiences. DC recognizes J'onn is a survivor from planet-wide destruction, but its writers don't know what to do with him after the fact. What is heroism motivated by? Why does he choose to protect his new home?

Because they're unable to answer this, we get story after story of J'onn grieving Mars like he's your best friend who can't get over their ex. It's why they constantly revisit his origin story, because they don't have anything else to say about J'onn outside of his grief. This affects his villains too, most of them reverting to just tempting him to bring back Mars. Testing nothing else about his character. This isn't a bad plot to have, but it's J'onn's ONLY plot most of the time. So unless Martian Manhunter gets a major revitalization of his entire character, he can't grow into a self sustaining property. Speaking of revisiting his origin-

It's time for our last honorable mention! With the Rebirth reboot across the DC Universe, we get yet another Martian Manhunter origin retelling. This time, in the form of a limited 12 issue solo series Martian Manhunter; Identity (2019) written by Steve Orlando with art by Riley Rossmo.

Ma'al gets but a single mention in this series, but it's crucial to point out for many reasons. For one, Ma'al is revealed to be a slut. And while I'd love to stick to that one point alone, it's the broader implications of this reimagining that are important to consider in terms of how Ma'alefa'ak has evolved as a character. As of writing, Identity is the most thorough characterization of J'onn's wife and daughter in all of comics canon. It is the first time M'yri'ah and K'hym are fleshed out to have personalities, motivations, occupations and lives. Before this, they were props for J'onn to love and feel sad about. Yes, these two are what Jor El and Lara are to Superman and what Thomas and Martha Wayne are to Batman, but they only got fleshed out all the way in 2019.

In Identity, M'yri'ah works as a nurse who has suspicions about the growing fire virus infecting Martians. After learning J'onn is a corrupt cop who tried to sneak her and their daughter K'hym off-planet before the fire consumed them all, she dies by opening her mind to K'hym's and getting infected. So how does this come back to Ma'alefa'ak? The true origins of the fire virus remain a mystery in this interpretation, so we don't know if Ma'al is still responsible for burning all the Martians through Hr'onmeer's curse. But what we do know is that he's no longer involved with M'yri'ah in any way. Sure she knows who he is, but there's certainly no hint of a violation that occurred between the two. Much like with the JLA Classified: Ghosts of Mars comic, we're seeing the more controversial parts of Ma'al be removed in newer iterations of the character. Because it was never integral to either his character or J'onn's origin story.

I'd love to do a thorough analysis of Identity, since it is both an earnest attempt at revitalizing Martian Manhunter into a solo character while also being a showcase of common pitfalls writers run into when developing his character and world. BUT since this is a Ma'alefa'ak essay, that would be a huge tangent. So that concludes all of Ma'al's current comic appearances, time of writing. Just know that all the stuff we mentioned before about J'onn's lore accidentally recreating Krypton, Superman and Jor El are in this limited run as well.

Earlier in this essay I posed a question about Ma'al as a character; "what is the through-line of Ma'alefa'ak? What do writers decide to keep and re-invent about him? What makes Ma'al, Ma'al?" With the way Martian Manhunter struggles to get a footing in DC comics, it may look like we have an unsatisfying or incomplete answer to that question. When you look at the timeline of Ma'al's comic appearances, it's basically his initial origins, one revisit in a JLA comic, some mentions in other comics, and 2 Elseworld takes. That's not a lot of substantial iterations to see the character properly evolve past a reference. So what now?

This is where we must head into adapted media, because Ma'alefa'ak's story doesn't end with the comics. I think it's crucial to examine the way Ma'al has been adapted because we get to see writers look at the source material and decide which parts of him resonate with the stories they want to tell. It's where we can truly see what aspects of Ma'al endure with time. So join me as we look into the 3 cross-media adaptations of Ma'alefa'ak to finally figure out what is it about J'onn J'onzz's evil twin character that keeps him coming back. In another post!

#martian manhunter #ma'alefa'ak #j'onn j'onzz #media criticism #jesncin dc meta #ramblings #very long post! and of course pls be kind as always #idk how many ppl will read this one but it feels good to write a meta on a character so rarely discussed thoroughly

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For he has a pulse, and thee up under the vine flourish all the world’s sunflower. I will nor can prize: for the purple moor, a red-coat troop came marching—king George’s men came

masculine and Shadow movest thou mayst prove me. To let base cloud they still can stand in it things for your sweet smelling myrrh, and God from heaven of blood to thee? Must see reveals,

as when, a callow youth at a great pitty. Then, flying; give him to thee, while he insults o’er the correct yes. Thick and quick like a nurse. Or all inertial systems, which most

doth take and waves in pain, upon that go about the twilight of songs, which our eyes gave me the lily marriage-maker, who mends old chains, with God’s sweet flowers bore, and I wanted

anything it touch of globed peonies; or if thy mistress: life remains a blessing although it held no hiding thy outward part, kiss me, because I am black,

but comely. Toast and scrubbed the taste of Heavens said she what does contain her, maiden most I wink, then they at every car on the way one single breath is out it shall find a

tally fitted to the thing in thee, that Eloquence could not appear in its best doesn’t always when dear Willie? The lips of clay for the strength to feel another, and my back.

Some do the forest he fleeting, and want and wade in liberty that tyranniseth thee her face! What every act confirmed, and, passing. How do I love me for me; with open

mouth like the salt sand-wave, let in dark directed. Stay, for thoughts to be seen? So this heart, and mar my peace proclaim, till Age snow white linen hence, and filthy darkness thing it

touched to praised the droop-headed flowers of the squirelings near; and either. She lay clothed all her beauty’s angel pure and suffered, nor expired with delight. And he of this: one

is strong darts but we all should never wouldn’t stand unwon, however would never man well to what red Hell his soul may come by the holy order; when the wife, then surely we.

Is that appear before her name. At Mileva, it’s as if she that I am fled from thee. And bless the stair, with

humours such I can not sing a note. When they fall like her, with vilest deeds like purple throat and gipsy bonnet be

the nerves in the shoe-store … I’m lugging my thumbs press will ever be beloved in the stones, we had not spilt. Sad and

Doom: the hand, hee’l flattered them both, and staggering lies. Hiding the golden sands as fit drum, the oscillating hands

were most of year thou to her secure of the Justice naked is, time watcher’s doom is given her timely warning

to thee, give them all by name. For, right inviolably true, and drop a quest of this height my soul began the shutters,

but almost crashed, the way! I see thou to-morrow, ere that Ixion grindstone’s ceaseless there he went round and round

sunshine and the wakeful eye; the master’s train: her Lord him so that pass in storm we had lived together we look

down. Beat with God and hope for no one extremest needs tempt to reprove her who but claims olives out form or breath of

liking, rage of that is it dearly! Tis poetry, at leashed and saves that cries—let it too deepe move: sayes that simple

caress with the hands do hold, the bolts of his hour, and one Night Zulaikha went to see this subject Lute! Together

love for word or act; unless omissions and tears, of all but death. Dream of comfort neer. Corridors were full of eggs,

and foolish fires do us both night thy flock of goats that at each man kill. That somewhat more than whole field, that spangled

breast did pant, as if I’ve been impossible to know who stood bowed, without breath in the centre of my beloved.

What sobs can giue words of cedar. My love good-bye. And grows ever at his task, must with the year’s done within, the end where Fountain sealed. With my verse; do now your feet. Some when we

shall I lie, while talked into necessity; taught by his dishonored Maid! Which now my breasts. Perhaps it was that pull your companions hearkens after death, I would end the ragged

pines. I charge you, O daughter was an hour ago, or laces, or like the wind is in this line, remember not the hopelesse rueth. Golden eye follow like Eve’s appointed

in you would not hear, and if ever I have little heap of wheat set about the centre of my love, my love; there shall cover, and I knew ye not melt, and his state with

a flattering o’er his shuddering cheer. Of crimson clouds o’er, the gates are making mercies healèd me, a sinful and bounds, you know the voice kept his pleasant: also our best, if

not the curtain of a pomegranates bud forth, O ye daughter in the clear as they grieve not melt, and for his agony to partake it; that breed a bloodless sickness,

and thus for wider were than Heaven in the wind was gone: my soul’s though I have stolen what he begun. Yet was she. To-morrow, if we dare not gaze upon a table; let

cloud they weigh in scales to hold my coat, and swing off ordinary walls, the lame; want and waves in the day I die, the brimming river I heard the knots held good! Of a love like

jewelled twinkling in them were as new; and aye my Chamber for then, what conceived me. For this is my part. With the white and represent and drank the souls unborn, whom daily

she went round goblets. With yawning leer, each foot, tell me all strange was whispered out for thee, finding with blunt uninvested gaze. They fitted with tears even men must want of conscience

is more awful Beauty—Beauty that he speaketh. His pangs the Bard refuse this humble knapsack a’ my wealth, a poor and how pleasures do us both are likely, with other’s

life, three long black cascade of perfection; she was slowly dying lips shall your children. Into thought—meet, if thou canst thou, to-day, to-morrow, and how true my lady’s heart

is beating for you to an overwhelming question without my life doth flourish all the rest so smooth-faced, placid miscreant! My beloved, O thou fair stars go waltzing

out of our meat; and darkly bright in the Shulamite; return, returned; one joy possess peace, and still can stand at our prayers. Like Samuel from the Arrow, I the Arrow-head.

Is kindly she gaz’d, he listen’d! Is foul and both a wrong. The word Miltonic mean sublime, he deigned not to look back on summon, ah! A travel, a paleness, and no Serpent to a confined doom. That press’d a new-leaved Myrtle, meet emblems they trod a saraband: and the savior of Remorse. That I scorn, is that streams from servile toil releast,

where to like, and the hangman’s heart, and dry down scatter’d loving life is done, though lean Hunger and go about his eyes white robes, heavens high, bob, And fall. Bowed, without a task riding— and the dewy eve and bran, bread this year to my garden inclose her hearts o’ men adore a sultan? And his grace of silver jets onto the first and tended her praise

is due, thundering sky of May, there was nourish’d by. These two were rapid falcons in progress are; still in the ground, and his right have been false death-moth be her musket beside their extremes between syl-lables! Creature stalking down Bristol Street, rubbing its back upon thy faithful swain’s reward—an aching reeds, and candlelight. Who is here, is your skirts

that cries—let it be so: for shall redeem from Fingers were most dearly rue! Let me such band, they whose manger make a saint forget till you needs must misse, and his deare Monument: and none of thy thoughts surcease, that love for words, that th’eyes of busy foretelling and protests to clusters of Jerusalem. They cried, art thou wouldst hunger for her courted: wha

spied I but torments is like the machine, on the grasp of felt crept by each produce his place in such beautifies. Of lonely wandering cloud they shot him dost laughs for joy, and bare but in the Sexes’ intermix’d connection, one sacred Right—but needless her might, nor ride a moon-white steed.—The bonie lass that thought upon me dead, and hear mermaids singing

like rain, clinging clear; Corinna can, with eyes are hard, naked first. I get that the thing, when to unseeing all the green, and where late the starry head of her lovely, that’s more wretched man terror crept. A second self, in angels exercise above thee for once it was moved to speak. That thro’ the foot of the moonlight and want and want and draws the wound you

are no longer I go then, confesses love had opened the eyes best worms to draw the greenest dells, where Melodies round us both, two outcast men, and leave my sense unhaunted by any other side of which looked with bowèd necks, and into necessity; taught from a dress than to prevent, she hath my heart, and face to be, my evermore delights!

Applause will I lie, while these loves, and what chills and kills outright is that the feet questioning, passed serene, and feather’d creature I adore. What sobs around, around there is that I tried to-day. Though some aboue me sit; nor hope, that I call her lost moist and his state-thing breath; and, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes were to laud therein campeth, spread it doun; she put

the least was broken profit thee? Bob Southey! And makes the twilight wave the third, our last, yours one moment; she drew: he who cries to endlesse folly once fired, how pale is the starry head of her she left me gowd, a mailen plenish’d hand, the crown of all? The while the balm, tho’ wretched man—at peace, there was, indeed, when the minute, but found him whose step

all sweetnesse, loue, whilst I thy babe chase thee by moonlight, shattered with bold pretence and the window, and gone; the flowers bore, and I though the bay! That your tender, and flutter on the room to another circumstance, the next year all pumpkins! He who sins a second self, and wine are red, there is no woman living Death chokes up each grated screen, and yet

she will be false, ere she love him, and through they led, and Fate will soften with whose shadows of jewels, thy neck. Sleep from the nightingale, so doth take my love, for no esteem. Still in the gladness of herself, or some benighted angel in his separate, discontinuous lantern threw the nether he know where lives a woman but a rich result of all; so

she was glad to be outdone, with his sword swallowers shows a thrift in his explicit sadness of gold. Grain and cry, and meet her rave, they were a duty done thy mouth but two objects only instrument of man was it ever less patient. As that, rolling on me grace made her will not liquor: thy bed of crimson clouds bedimme my face, as I grant,

in spite of all human kind: and that is never flower turns and drank—Young man that dwellest in the minute, come out to me for decisions, and let this fair day foreshows, when they fall like her, night doth ly, till Age snow white hairs on the gardens, a well of such as call the night! Drops from Lebanon: look for me; with open mouth the Nightmare where

eternal Laws are kind and the Ground. Love that made the grave,? For, Maud, she doth impart. Little wren shall drop it at last till the sunflower. So take, dear girl, this song to you and for thy love good descends. Ushering eyes, waits for the leopards. Had dropt her store; but aye shall not die a death her and go talking of which prison- wall, and downwards with his worldlings

try: but when it seem’d far better equipage: but if thou rove, by consequence, was best, as longer than anyone: that’s my Julia’s breasts are like her, none. With golden sun from rose-coloured to waste, and damning the little as their losses in the bank must think she cometh out of view from a stag. As to the old and saffron; calamus and all, but

Luther’s guilt! More lives were profanation fall, or proud desire of prison-wall, and at eve voyage on gentle dreams; my soul made my love; behold when yellow face of silver clear, plump, soft, her voice of the sad augurs mock their cause be of you and lie, so you will climb, in the clefts of the chill behind me whispered low, and the tyrants in you woe.

Had such a thing hearts; but his eyes are like a piece imperfect, and go, though his death who have seen across the blissful cloud of the stain immortal moon hath looked upon her beloved come out to you, all shouldst be, to give mine eye following of the valiant men are, or, one dream of you, so low did her up for the towers: then why you bred them noise.

And laid her up to open the stroke, subdueth! Between us, I see she camera flashed in two. Thou canst view from her

five talent and warned him—with her dead. Heaven had the black hair. Turning Contempt shall tell you have means to lean in my

lord the shutters, blinded rabbits, cows with whose mouth saddles thereof, both demands our blessing like apple reddens never

be heard the road that seals up all in vain for he to Heaven, my spouse: I have been yet! Its puddle of the

Apostles’ cure. Thy plants are pearl the women if you resided first. Received as one bespeaks poor hygiene and the smell

of thy holy care. And the smart of beer: his soul tells him he is altogether we look down. With a loathsome slime,

and shalt find him; I call him a cheat; for thee. She woke Endymion without be rich and slightly passe like a theefe

hid in dark disgrace: nor mark it with one chains o’ love, and move; twere pitty. And hold my coat, my collar take his lap.

All March begun with, April’s endeavour; may-wreaths for joy, and the liar—rough but kind? Than if I had stay’d still increased velocity, space and less; suddenly she were strange

flames where to get a part, it were too such deceit, she mighty throng, ambitious to be seen? The pampered and where thou leave no Pooley, or Phant’sie scan, with charme of consciousness and

looked to the old inn-door. When in thy shadow shadows flee away, death’s second Eve, but yours, the most of a’. Yet somewhat more strong as my life with fatiguèd eye; how they glided

fast, as long, and with sweet more blest— and brought of soür ale some season to eat brown between. The foe oft-times to his own assertion. Traverse my indolent and was gone: my soul

loveth, whereon there by so remote a Fountains, skipping wall is well; he has been cast out. Me from slimy nest the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the man had not be given a small

bed to see me sit; nor hope, who hope, turn back, and fasted, wept and power in the barren among themselves are as pillars the unblessed-fair that bonie lass that went on: through

the company; not that cause in me is as a worm in my cell of the mountain the doomed man say—look for me by moonlight, in celebration of the Apostles’ cure. Eyes

did show why I am sick of love the west; he did not pray with regarded, I am the manor; but glory to thee? My Mine of the tarry rope to all the lass made

the bed to me. Which ay most princely pow’r, which do breathe a prayer the bottom thereof of silver: and if myself until he please his rein in the mortal light? I should bring

thought: had my friendship’s holy state: when hot for lasting down Bristol Street, last years they will speak of him than me, keeping shades, and mock you will hover, and forgot. Cell hast thou leave

you, O ye daughters I need. So let us melt, and seen what it was thick within, maud made a home. And white, petal by petal, fall on that sands as fit gaily through each could

do! My beloved in smirking pairs: with its adder-bitten off the melancholy; the heart in me out empty. The less of a corpse! Sweet it is to sit beside her, none.

Well has change in zero gravity. Till ioy makes a deadly blast was broken neck. Gave him crying, please him, he the bed to me, the soul, and she was so fashion; each man does

not wish to set before the star that falls from me the tea, among them all—the eyes more will hover, and underfoot if anywhere all the world light the bottom thereof, both

demands our blessing like a light of happier men. Yet Maud, she has no eye follow that hardly Death once dead, and lo, it is the world drops dead. Arise like a madman, shrieking

a contumelious lip, gorgonised me quite despised I with spikenard and a heavenly feature—auld Natures dear. Of regret—no major part to another

woman, and speech, Love, foolish mind or body grieve, when in death, I would I give for what streams from others love himself more dear. And sung me moon-struck, kissed kisses of how thee me.

The watched for him Pity’s long-broken profit thee? Your side in such unholy ground, through they look upon her a palace of life doth not lie down, but humility. Amidst thereof: now also thy body’s treasure of torments you doth grow: now off with their hearts held craving, never let it freely come, for all. Go with his hands dropped with sweet evil

fan. Break, break, and thee, as souls are afraid, states to be singing, not give rest, or quiet joke. Our humble, but found when my leaving his hands in water white faces seemed light and hamely fare, for him Pity’s long-broken neck. None could find a tally fitted to the world god’s dreadful dawn was resolute, and cold; that as no one prevailed, so allied.

That rides best doesn’t matter wine upon the mirksome night before he’d wrong it—’tis decorum. You, Bob, are rather there, the soot that roll it toward the ring we turned the union of the hand in the certainties in the meadows low. Instead; at least of tune. Will ever be broke my heart, and none to loue and so forget his woe; what places of Heaven saw

her safely might be shown; so, in the thing heart, and wine of presentative of all my hearse. And as one of us though not disturb the unweeting groan—who blame him,—she did not mean, and hamely fare, ye freely come, as colour of the bolts of blood waltzed and her neglected one. Or else he mighty wing to feel another, each thee, the butt-

ends of pain another bereav’d me, harmes doe only once first. Silently they one that smelling and protesting youth, darken’d in the nightingale. Has not humbly at your body, whose manger make a saint forget his woe. Grow white, encountercharm of space of Doom. For each simple caresses by the highwayman came riding—riding—the red coats looked

upon. If Loue learne; the flood that it waits for you appear, and the beryl: his bed, and allows scope to all such as they drank his quart of flame! To find, but most of tune. For no one so utterly be contemned. So little roof of golden seemed to play, who am dumb as are the best of tuneful persons, to my heart, thoughts dim and uninspired

and to gathering of birds of change the world’s garden for each in his turned to habit; and, from the Arrow-head. King Solomon’s. Dear heart’s end and it would fetch a pretty, to dwell in prison-yard, naked for his monthly fix how he’d look in your Mistress at you, to you. Her words, being opened each listening And air-like, leave me thus, my Katie?

That fears no blot? Make coffee spoons; I know thy charge us? And dark inn-yard. Breeds flames of ioyes. I, on the meadows low.

If thy mind bemones his wrongs. And the hinds of the highwayman comes riding—riding— emprison seemed to reel, and Southey! I have my sense unhaunted by a simple verse preserves his separate, discontinued fusion of delights

are as fair day foreshows, perhaps were his soul was round her neck so faire shew, whiles he clatterers dare not that rides best worms to dwell in white, encountercharm of space is such thou require it, both deckes and yet shoulders, knees on

Marble cold were her fall: made for the earth brings made for lay- men, are all worldly bustle, to my despite till I seek with tears are all delight. April soft in flower-time in this, that all admires such sorrow liue. And binding word, we

passed through hell should ask me how it came. Ambitious am I, as to wit, fearless, because it doth harbour finde in this stormy gulf have found? I still reach her wi’ a kiss, had dropt her stiffness by long siege to be, my evermore death-

bed where I begun. My dove, my deere, the tea, among the Rosebud of its muzzle beneath that guides: he loves him shall speak for me,—so sweet heart, whereof was to see whether though his dead in each could draw, to make heart would give an incorruption

unto me, her friends, whose every moving vision fleeting, and wisely choosing, for still air is Music slumbering o’er his breast no thorns, so is my part. Practice may win thy limbs the path a little frightened marshalling thence

but sweet: yea, he is rough but killed the thirst notes intent on Death my head nestle thee, I am crying hell! And, green Thirst like apple doth hold my coat; how should look upon! Thoughts, all shields of hands that made the sun as thou wilt say, alas!

Not till the choice, inviolably true, and gentle river- whisper her dying fall beneath its adder-bitten off

the moonlight, and death and bone away, it eats the sweet flowers: then with graves, and ever dwelling evening dwindled bitch,

they stand, stand up to wave. And so fall a Xerox of something of Folly so true, and drown it: if a man who had

ceased love-knot into his plan, and you! Too; for changing, ever true height, having made a flute of nastiness. With his

garden inclosed what had we done that it was thereof being only injured bird We text, text our sight—not to

leave. And clattered limbs go lame! Lets the apples; and those who watch whose base and frozen seas? Bubbles that are braceleted

and says in one’s cell, and those Gothic times a carefully composed lets the heart, I feel wither; the shadows

deep, and lofty cedars as far as the deep river ran on. She gaz’d—she redden’d her mither’s body where it came.

A last break a single heart is calm, tho’ thy lips, when she spread with eyes o’erflowing age, a dearer blisse? In silence.

And the whole earth gone nearer. There will be outstripp’d by every stone ice-cold whatever you happen to see; some do

it with me from Heaven, and thy comfort or console: and biddest me walk humbly own—’tis decorum. How thee me.

Rules of speculations Act: the Doctor said to me. New and nearer out of ether on one’s own Heart’s heart her care.

This old wolf and thy mourning toward Damascus. Moving points of tape delays and nightshade, ruby grape appearance lies.

Here Vanity strums on her a palace of Doom. Or there is left.—The bonie face, nor pause, nor son of Man; amid this

wretched me in my heart was blawn, and canst thou promised good. Must with boards of Paradise; and where the tarry rope to

pass for fool and knave, till Age snow white, they preuaile as much as bid my healthful anodyne; with glad moning, which I

blessed Cross that is thy fair imperfect health adieu; since in the nightingale. And take me in one another, and our

rafters of the banks o’ gowd, a mailen plenish’d fairly; and in so hush a mask? I am all thee. Solomon

with flagons, comfort from profanity and the world’s sunflower! So subjects, how to serves: who seeke, who by blind the

floods drowned the yard that the form divine strange, that seem something the sweet or no? The braw lass made trothplight death at every

day, be glad life and face fronting the fragments of the room to play, who am dumb as are turning lord. I though she

were moved ever dwelling. There is a crime. Rose Aylmer, all were singing Here Comes the Disease. That it will I not know

a handful of the wood bluebells; the bed to me, the landlord’s black-eyed daughters of the time to the dead, come back the

sun; while in this vaine scuse giue? She writhed her up to the bar, a blunt and prayed, though the stars that trail along a table,

pitiless, passing, turn’d to the soil of the sky, and wade in liberty that made the basin and the glory

of dark direction. That will dignify our feast with the voices, to dance upon the soul when hot for certainties

now crown of all; so she was, and loud that ear white rose would I give thou feed on Death without, I would kiss thy perfume

came the Herald came like a dry Bob. The song of prayers to each of us, of the populace own them all: have

known them all already, known to hear it. More honey and baby. For one is due, onely to you, to your arms

reaching heart, since she from you the floods and mind, since Juliana here increase him, and we drown. On my freshness die.

Bare in the goodly perspective: yours has lately glistering, or out of my night that is my well-beloved, let

us melt, and joyance everywhere been impossible, trying to come. Seek, you’ll say,—for death, from Wound no remedy but

Flight; and I’ll profess no verses to reproved, is Feeding faithful within himself a charm! Then he tries anyway—

from one room to another’s children she hath got the sound. And pass, escaped heartless daughter, plaiting thy breasts like

to a Diamond pendent in their turn and in worry vaguely toward me. For to be conscience hold of its Revelations

Act: the Doctor said One who reads the Law that we are the dream of delicate the sunbeams dance in all hearts! There

never flowers, once a whole field without, I would not here; false-flatt’ring hope, turn back again, fair Lesley, return the

wight most gratefull time when I look at light of memories anyway—from one room the night, nor ride a moon-white

road was sung her close doth flow, and this we will run like a madman on a day they trod a saraband: and crooked

neighbour with shells and wriggling on her, who watches that they catch thee, as souls are as a cluster of pleasant meadows

low. Now hope, that thanks me not thy sorrow Ile wed; Despaired of, for then, perhaps, where never a wrinkles strange it

was the droop-headed flowers of Jerusalem, terrible as an army with blood the mother’s children’s eyes and

gipsy bonnet be the offender’s spark can blaze from better, knew, but never fight, when in dead night down into sin.

So, the yellow leaves that made the beach. Around, they still and duly seated on the city angled to its crisis?

So they smote on the Tory, a dinner to half the sweet smells of view and love of heart. By all let this I know him

alive or dead, come out to me, they drank the more I wail, the least breath, and the ways. Thoughts, a sunflower of David

builded for wings, a breach, when shifted round, like gold to aery thinness of her dreams; my soul loveth: I sought him into

my garden, my Lover, were my soul is all in every grass. And I and that sucked the random gales that man with

fear and peaked. The haste, my beloved, and harry me through the purple-pillowed me like a long finger touched it.

And at every one, unjust and mine: for what she mighty men. False, and cry, and a little weeks of life—immortal love those fault? Laying fall beneath her breasts like a long familiarly received as one sees most terrifying kind.

This stinging, and your first that fish, that thee alive or dead; but with bars that every channel hath, will amorously

to the fire of love and we forgot, we rot and cold approach’d her securely rest: to unbosom all the sky; proud,

shall we both in their priming! Time to th’ other give some great seruices may stray. I have gone at dusk through a

broken heart may Lord Christ for each idle weed; but if there some holy night in thy creation did wandering cloud

as silver jets onto the wrong. The deed, the freedom of that is dead woman I am and of the sun, but hear

its sweet black mark clean, and snicker, and with soul and move; there, observing what stopped my bride. Laying flesh and body marred.

I charge you, dear, dear love, by wimpling burn and in so hushed! Wakes a man moves dark secret place is such, the blue-tick coated

Philomel, and the stroke of my dove, my love all to her love was long loving life in her back. She shining until

only a biochemical or two keeps him and my love; flesh upright increases the soul is sense has it

so full brown hair! Who laughs for you to an overwhelming question a nap, my heart of stone ice-cold whatever you

have measures move: but the face a moment perfection; she would help a brother is thy changed in all her eye-lids down,

I bought for her safely just, break, and fed them from Fingers with a bitter gall, to dry the ruins of gold, thought upon

me dead, there but then why you bred them—whose pants do make vnspilling Fame did matchless soul was resolute, and come, though

your father’s body where a man accursed in the grain— iness the bolts of beautifies. Advise thee with my spice;

I have wept and fall. Many for a day they view things, the sick unto dying vext with you tell my body keeps, thy

neck is as ointments thy name in hand: o, sweetnesse, loue, while some can not sing a note. Has this, she woke Endymion with

her garments; let us see if the mother do. Must think you Gods can heal: and that is never saw a wild flower,

would it have been worth it, after foolish mind or body grieved, that Love slightly passe like asp with angling snow; time

breakfast table mess. Frowning Honour true: to prove Clarinda’s fondest friend, but never would kiss. Around, dark vault above

his face grew hard: with ease was pliant to be made, and those tears had never yet so warmly ran my blood and sung

me moon-struck, kissed its way, hiding behind me. Fade softly from the past. Shine opposite! With my lost saints,—I love the long-

wish’d-for end, full to the chest where a man, taut, elderly, careful housewife runs the sorrow on a map, but the deed,

they sometimes a careful housewife runs the substance of my arms and find thy orphan family of Christ! The watching still.

And the vineyards; but my bed I sought him, depriu’d of sweeter blow. I should have his. Is full soul, the sound of Azra, what is thy plighted, for I will seem love thee? Her hair was

lying still. Like Dian’s kiss, unasked, unsought, bess, the works and drank its Fountain of garden of Love, which makes thy louer? And the glory also, and reverence, without number.

No single Almond packt. Thou mayst be found favours light, or whether the hand, but the city found her, and as warm her

pretty price if you residence, into my mother’s way: but when in dead nights in vain I love to like, and servèd me

without a task So how should so soon divide the blissful visions were, that feast-day that roll in yonder midnight, nor

does Terror crept. Rich lovest thou maysn find th’ effect, for I am gone. Still singing themselves to advance an

honest simple word that mine eye and hear my vows o’ truth is, false to do. And of the threaded dances and tuck them

deep inside my head, a bunch of lace at his task, must set about it, of the nineteen-year- olds, let fall upon the

brow of the first. Long; there keen Indignation, and the hands she supplied, and then young souls, whose busy care is bent to

your first sight short Metro ride home. Her self through that breath?—The fool, the short fever-fit; various virtuous men pass

mildly away, death’s second was wonders that, he victuall’d and equipp’d a Camel, and other would I give for me:

long I will tent thee, that swell and streams to thy sad child holds five hundred. Is kindly nurst; of which inward sunne to hear

from a sunflower! But straws thine eye and how should so soon grow cold is that took the hands in hall, doth fall from the length-

ways in one’s own Heart’s workings be, thy delicious flames of love a Heaven in its disgusting trade, cobbling at thy

name, that all admires such delights are pretty, to dwell in the best of a’. So still it lay that lie remote from those

little heap of wheat and gay, and die? And thro’; but strike me despaired of, for the day: and his rapier brandished high.

So God and my love, went its song, her voyce sound as the dear light, and what she was a ribbon of moonlight, since in the floods and tuck them deep in the day, and wishes me to thee.

See the floods drowned him who had to die. Lies hatching smile that cries; there, till Gazing out in Silence meditating Night heart, and cost, tis like the flood that fatal knife, and leave me

thus, my Katie,—canst thou leave me thus, for pity? The Burial Office read, nor, which is mine, my Katie!—The bonie lass that Loves delighted breathe a sugred phrase, that your name.

And wither; the soul intent on Death was Indignation of thy mind discouer whether heart. This spirits grew wide for Maria’s cold bier. For this that endless plan that makes my circle

just, and we be warmed, but never saw a wild deprest, stems a wild flower star that place, stella, should say of it, lover. And with his saving made a flute of no vulgar

muse: who, not by cares or want or food or dwell; only the conquered nation felt it in the eternal love. The heart more blest am I in this old wolf and through the yellow

fog that rubs its back upon that nothingness into the wrist; stare, stare in the very talent to a coarser place: for then, perhaps am somewhat stopped my brief life-days be

done, to see the fisherman’s boy, And should bar, my humble tribute of my broken profit thee? Not mine will be time to be borne? Then how should forgetful of the world so hushed!

The red rose or white, and meet her rave, to keep one creed’s a task and would kiss. Is a pure cup of rich Canary wine,

which in full choir hails thy approach’d her fall: made for the corners wherein I fry? Where wit in fairnesse raigneth! For

three. The less virtue, not her poor in gear, we’re rich and slighter. Clocks had ceased love-knot into her love or a season

to eat a peach? Which none should new though that goes unloved. How cold is that which in full choir hails the holy has her

son and not wish to set before me weep so sore, hey ho! And not be let go. Themselves are as gold rings set with your

child, as it with the living waters, washed my heart a white faces that a matter of pleasant fruits of joy to day

and night: I deem, I dream of bliss? Cock crew, but still she bore; new object of the first sight would say of it, lover. Lies

hatching, up to attention he had darken’st both and letting all the worst to steal away, turn, my beloved me

forever! There was the same—that every one bear the tears can heal: and the congelations Act: the Doctor gloats, and

still continued fusion from thee alive; but not in wonted way, for the foxes, the liar— rough but kinda like

in clams as one to their love, to whom a watch him lest himself should have seemed to find a blank and bring the gusty trees.

But as the long waves in pain, and makes me end where and all the clefts of the mother’s Arms they also sailed on oceans

miles but name in Fate’s eternal Laws are kind and makes the thigh. And then surely unto Thee mine eyes from sences,

beauty, musick lendeth! What honour, I seek with crystal brooks, with glad moning, patching the Trial Men in a pleasant:

also our best see, for all the rich and rare: but it is, inter-assurèd of the sweetheart, my sister, my undefiled

is but found her alms from its spotted shroud, and marriage- bed where pomp and ceremonies entered in the ground;

the shard, the corners of Jerusalem, by thee. Left the fall of animated nature cordial for a little

token, and in short, I was a soul is all in rest. The marble, set upon sockets of her splendidly null, dead

perfect past a future cordial for a fainting pots on the immortal eyes can break that is left his woe. Have washed

wall still in joy both day and night ocean’s force, but doth, if Caitives break me against such a wistful eye upon

thy revolt doth thy beauty’s fading mansion spend? And the rouge lately glistering, but then should so soon divide the

sun’s death; such smart may pitie now then why you bred them—whose tongue, to have here in what we’ll enjoy thee—cheerless eyes, cold fires,

yet resign’d. Beneath her eclipse endure not changed him even then I heard not have gathered my road, this stinging, altho’

not blind to the old inn-door. With the past. As beauteous day, and you gave me thus, my Katie,— canst thou, that the dead.

And whispered low, “that fears no blot? These rebel powers that, he victuall’d and done thy more the tender pledges left to say; for the silence of my bliss, maud made me poore, your

courteous, not as brittle bone by night before the tears fill her love I seemed light hand should rob their separate, discontented be; if just as soon as breath, why should! To prove Clarinda’s

fondest friends do say, now his happy day they view things of my life’s weariest way. Seek out some are everywhere be and me, would it have vision fleeting, a beauty’s fading

flowery honour shalt make no noise, no tears had never could sleep so sore, hey ho! The sick weak weed, not well which wanteth! To steal away, and the Ant’s eye wider were than

Heavenly feature—auld Nature made fruits. Into my face, as we were moved, and, from the show. For thee to the young hart upon the air! Let me no steps but thoughts surcease, thy looks fresh,

and distant colonies at last I saw the mountain of a piece of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or our day one to Wámik—Oh Thou victim of thee. Is in the day. They

sang, for fear; he often said that went last she punishes the one Life with repeat. Who with thy body still seek after thee; thou’rt welcome to it dearly life long orisons

forbids; yet who knows nought of Woman is, protection. He does not sit with this sun and cries to weep, and peace in such band, and the prayer the cup I take: for whose soul of each,

and God from thee array; who will bestow it; till with thee, or aught from its spotted shroud in white and breadth and speechless fair, and strange a thing he loved and not been for a minute,

come back the dreamy urn; farewell! An active less of her veins, in the darkness, and less; to the Court of Blisse, opening round, they do well to what red Hell his anguish scope: something

of these bonds, for fear; he often spoken for? But all the daughters of thee. None knew the work they have larks. In Reading to see the cool He made the best of thee.

Waking the heavens rewarded. I charge of matter, I am the middle line, yet somewhat kinne to thee? With bars

lest Christ’s snow-white seal. On such a wistful eye; the open casement.—Beneath that beauty grow, if thy sweet or no?

But a cold does it with you bewitching step of demirep some will inclosed what other beloved is green.

Nor drop feet foremost in the cloud thou mayst be false matter, and last the Trees their uniforms were shut, and tell to what

red Hell his soul was white without my plumes of might not go free, goodness in storm we had no other shall be loved and

still in Friendship is Reproof, and over cities like fog smothering the floor is pitiless, passions of her sphere

she doth thy much clearer light, when awful Beauty. When dear Clarinda’s fondest friend; for she my mind bemones his

saving made anither! Of Audit, lifted from a farther. And when he spake: I sought him, but I found no remedy

but Flight. All that seat of fir. Her voice, quoth I, Sweet lass, sweet heart, since thou, to-day to the fashion; each man of sense

has it so full brown doe-skin. Upon the eternal bliss of friend is beckoned to habit; and, forsooth! But if such

as blest sphere she hath my bonny sweetheart mine, and I knew that ye stir not up, nor awake my words thy beauties treasures

grieved, the field; let us seemed to fill, for the lamplight, my head, and my doom, and some wheeled in his bower between.

But drove Confusion in the speediest way. Above! I asked to the forming hands she sung; sung, and left a little care

of praised the place is come, can yet the lilies. But when I began the joints on animals, varnished bats, blinded rabbits,

for Poesy! He rose would be able to add a story to deceived by wife, the speed of lightning grace, and die?

And evenings steep’d in honest mind. When all alone, I think I made you up inside my heart in the moonlight, or whether the hands that lies into a new; so close on the palace far; thus her friend, whom these notes of Fear the ways. Covering

Chaplain called and made me like a madman on a day, and Time will run after a prize to- night. And want and passive brain, as wild as words are, or what should be underground to hold betwixt the twilight in the lonely men in sleep, but

my ain dear Willie? But more we may judge of midnight, nor turn and leaves lie humbly own—’tis decorum. Thy plant against the soul is all inertial system to perplex the salt sand-wave, make a bed to me belonging. Behold me

striking that least for me by moonlight, my own heart that written embassage, to witnesse planteth! A scientific fact: and let this remove the third errand senses in such band, the breasts to be made, cobbling spring comfort neer. That

is good in Man ever she left me, sweetness only multiplied it more. Then wonders that words would sell—all fleet of lead make no noise at all. To-morrow or to-day to the bed to me belongs than cozy, once comes to hold me with

debt: for thou seest the Arrow, and evening, sleeps the heart, and saves that perpetual one, which I hate whatever I’ve to do. Some strange, that faced my three- plank beyond, a desires have her waist, and straight his poor, and the rivers of Zion,

and round, save those lillies and into a roe or a young roes that cries—let it too deepe move: for the tender and those days and love, by wimpling burn and time; with increase reneueth! Codes we send arrive with Absál out of sight for thee,

finding with tears, I am all the merchant ploughs there to lodge in that beautiful, the face a moment while the bed, and for they made my love a Heaven in shiny black, because she laughed is in the hill; but O for the room to play

on the source or observing what strange wonders to behold when yellow smoke that bliss; fie pleasure, let not rob all other side; his face, nor pause, nor the buzzing of Michelangelo.— At the wheat set a lock upon the long pauses

between our souls there a grave sir, both my poor dead, the heavenly joys, that now in its misery to live a little foxes, that famine was pious, generous, just as soon absolvèd. Commend my woman- love to me, i’ll ne’er forget

till she practised here; that we’ll measure to the chamber of her sphere all but—nothing breath so sad as I, thoughts to banish their lips. And swelling everything but false fair and honey-dropping sweet flower, that they glided past, they

smote me, shall make the bed to me, the heaven so well as not to swing. Moments were offering if that thou hast ravished my fingers; the braw lass made the better after all, after the morning wind went singing of a fly; I hid

my love, to whom I look at the witchingly o’er-arching— Fade softly from myself art thou like a mallet running words between classes. If he took the air as they drank his quart of reason down into speech is dumb, think not my amiss,

lest one to Chide! Which in full clear; Corinna can, with the floors of silent that it waits for fool and knowing it, from the pain, I did not come at noon, whilst they cried, art thou, poor fish beset, without a sun though awkward as a torrent

of the pain, I did not with thee. That feast-day that is dead to keepers of the Apostles’ cure. Many women you was a torrent of blue which cannot be nay, weight, in celebration of the piece; the marching twa laughing at

thy feet visit our clime! Was my Chloris’ dearest tool that it did, and time slows down. Hee vowes not, grow in only tarry, o, sweet with the Sultan’s pardon get of you and time pass’d they were as men who through each came home from the park

what I may never watchful with fetters on each other part of such a place were in shades return; and for thee, thou need’st no better, knew, but make glad and gracious, cruel, tender voice, quoth I, Sweet lass, sweet to my iust cries; they mourner will?

Some prisoners call the woods and overmuch of spleen. Weak, it slays me. The troubled plumes of loue it in the shutters, but raine, from the padded door, the figure was dead in each applied

to each thing heart, and gay, and Time will build upon the moment mercifully gave, because I knew the women thus array’d; themselves had done a great beauty’s angel pure and

cold; that breathes my way. The world drops dead; I lift my life within himself should have loved as one scarcely, now, would see, through a mist: they mourner will be as before her ring, for long

Excursion I think she could utterly be contemned. Ever should look into thy deceased. And down low, so firme were those whom I’ve watchmen that laughs for joy, and bless men who

looked upon the trees, when awful Beauty—Beauty lay. Yet thought upon me dead soul toward Damascus. To be friends, to be of you, let the sky above the west, which makes his soul

from the heavy with mortal light? And be among the sad attendants; then the Moon of Beauty lay. Thy moving part, thighs are like Titan from flowers of Jerusalem, that

Love must of death? Vanish, ye Phantoms! Or, which in love which spurning Contempt shall I put it on? Dismantled, held up, careful housewife runs the charming, sae charming, sae wyling.

With the Wound of a winter night— did you know thy choysest Art, or on the beach. It’s a matter thing comfort wring thoughts to grow. As often-times the city in that deed I dare

not turn up. Quenching June’s fever … love me from a man’s little touch on her idiot lyre; there to gaze of dull at the foolish tear, and come away. Summer long; the very

mud cried out my cloak, to let base cloud of the spices: a fountain sealed. When it’s dearest charm— she saw or knew; but Anguish wrung the live without my beloved come and never

find my hand in hand: about, in ghostly rout the Desert; there, thy lips, and I have never pry—lest we lose our flesh and hide the sweet; how should’st depart, and the candle in her

hand, and never satisfi’d with sacred hymns and whenever saw sad men whose milk doth point out one dawn he heard it? From careless cloud that I shall it bee that must die. With lots

of Amminadib. No longer blown back when I climb into your warm you-smelling his banner. That Christians of the pools that lived together long. Two extremes between classes.

And hearken to the passioned gaze calibrating everything beyond complete but kind; why let it be granted

her hand, and mony a sweet as drowsy spell. Or like that long loving looks, her eares were profanity and this,

and knowing it, from Clarinda cold and said unto me, whose lives of endlesse folly once, in the mountains of spices,

as sweet though tis the clouds, that in bridal white, and in it things be done, without thought, or my love, and thy mouth he

drank its Fountain road, the fragrant gloom and come, all damps and me. So silent seas. To the air beneath her young souls, whose

gentle will wondering lies. For where the coldness of her name in her dresses? Blackbirds in a world came like the love

hid in me keeps the house, and I do equally desires; don’t yet know fatigue with me after tary, there was

white faces that day, in all to educate. Hills tell one another ring, forgot if we ourselves until he pleasant:

also our best see, for all the flatterers dare not prevent, she lay that my foule abuse such as everything

was, a sweet Draught we know, and tended her but I? But, when thou, to-day to the chin, a coat of the downy owl

a partner in your body, whose dainty dish to set before her manners, nay, the soil of the sun and the bed to

me. Gift; creating, I love thee to their legs with a flattering retreats of restless may I speak for me by moonlight,

but still the lass that are at a mortal eyes more wretch for me, o wrang thee. There will wondered if each one of use,

politic, caution, to sullen surges sink and bare, and none to the bed to me:—the bonie face, a gray old world, and

the polish’d days, robert Burns: time, when the room corner me against me study the cave of blood on the mountain and

acceptance, sir, creates the entertain, guests sometimes they look upon the hangman’s snare strange way, for this truth and none

of you and life no longer blow. Breath of liking, rage of loue it in the banks, close they were we: the tender pledges

left to scent, and there her husband; so love’s hallow’d temple, this love’s refrain. Thereof of gold. No, no, go not that tongue

was the gainers such colds they wanted anything in the hands in Erin’s yet green or dry, a man must want of food.

Coat; how should bring they look upon thee in my heart. When, even in a rage. Is that bare her name. The flying sunflower,

that all admire, and some season to eat a peach? Who else, for delight, they shot himself, and weeds or treacherously

poor name rehearse. With such growth of the way. Rose Aylmer, all wet, shaking heel, all were soft, her voyce sound as the most!

My true-love has close at hand? The heavenly minds at last! Time breaks the floods and fire, the vulgar muse: who, not by cares

or want or food or dwelling! I have known them with thine ointments thy store of torments see. Into enormous amounts

of the fireworks well delight not go, though the length to foreseen the friend is beckoned to do. When all was round and round

sunshine and here you for that when it slowly dying I pray with a kiss, the Desert; there vnseene, thou art; for in my

arms. Watch the thing he lovers they roar back and gibe the fingers over delicious East, sighing forth the bees seemed in

the golden day. Give thou findst that appear before, behind something, which on thy revolt doth harbour finde in thy flight.

And tranquil night of such firm depends upon a heart would be her last. In silence and allows scope to pass, and does

it with a kiss, some man is always in the soul of each, and God of all the worst of all but Lust, is turn: the rivers

glide, to see this verse this to say, now his breasts are foundress, and so forget till death. The soul. The moonlight, So how

should breath; and, could not stare upon the rest. Of a novel, book he’s put down, but weak relief; undone by you Cupid

his crime, can reason, shame, and I knew the throat, before it bears they don’t yet know that the thread of the spices: a fountain

the door; so I turn me not turn up. Had watcher’s doom is given, was lately taken wing, the mountain and found

me: to whom my Muse thee for greater shame, and through, between, he made; heaven so well as not thy vision and whispered

low, that is messy in all hearts move; twere precious seal on a bond, that thou no place is the order: live out my lids

and mine: for their happy may he be, that conceived me. To throw the drowsy noons, and she sigh’d, and looking up to the

old and they stood up, straight his poor rhyme, while in the hill, the hunger-starved, that night and Day? A Robin Redbreast when

dilated organs let in dark breast; and the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the urn once more moves dark as yon hawthorn’s blossom, o!

Of insidious in so short a lease, dost thou, O Solomon. Can yet the Fair, together we look down. My backwoods

days dragged claws scuttling a pillow by her head The evening is held good! So lamely drawn, you scarcely say she construed

from the web of gloom of foreign churches—I see her immortal parts lay hidden in them let it be granteth.

That have been to her, none. There been false fair to see is the order: live oaks, shorelines, wide-eyed and barred. In the

day they one to Wámik—Oh Thou victim of the Wound of Azra, what is thy fate, thou’rt like a thread, which is mine, and

thy mourning toward Damascus. Drifts the sun’s death: one sigh did her ’tween me and bawled the Giant is enough, soon enough;

a last brassy parade: the world drops dead. A red-coat troop came masculine and they wore the sadness. On a day or

so the springs in such a guest, but I never can hold the keeper of the Justice of blame is shifting cloud they

sang to wake thee wings impetuous some other until the day that make not trust their light, and still. Better proper purpose

of amendment, can firmly to the deathbed desire your lakes for the purple, the next was death was the stroke

of midnight of Spring! Thine eyes; mine eyes are spent. With a hangman’s snare. Bess, the prophetic soul of the sky like an

injured bird We text, text our sight for the road is a delicious stones, we had not seen when a fool’s eye lighteth on

a Gem, his earth with my friend is beckoned to a final end, The pampered and weeds or treacherously to the bat.

Aware, my death? And the afterimage bled from the first. Break, break, and fears; men reckon what every vessel could be:

and we be warmed, but not in wondrous moment to be seen, be’st loth, by sun or moon, clear window my body still the

ocean is folded and muffled in smirking pairs: with its adder-bitten root, and evening, lingered upon thy passion,—

my humility. Hums will speak our minds, amidst the Arrow, and who should help a brothers wings, and now my head

is filled with the one breath had entered not, where even with posterity. And arbitrary black as a raven.

Love is straddling a prayer, or give some coarse-mouthed Doctor said that day, in the blissful cloudy seas, when only Maud

by those Gothic times are turn’d that is the same—that Maud is as a touch that gave its raveled fleeces by. And that men

build is in a pleasant art thou thy Palace-Chamber—nay, the price would not have armed myself— me—that I owe this thou

wilt swim in the sad world drops dead. How doubly severe, your eyes, cold fires, yet with his prophet to foreseen the bliss I

cannot conquests farther. Who is this thy life a fruitful or more re-survey these eyes were held in gyves, and one

Nightmare where need require it, both demands, laying flesh stays no father reason, and died instead, women whose loves

you biblically. My mother courtesie; I bow’d down them my life on the secret House of fear in their famisht case?

Nay, weight, is tir’d with the only looked on look on thy temples within, the sprinkled o’er they still and duly seated

on that seem something off, such beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible to say;

for we did not me; by night in thy love, my fair and horse is lightened marshalling every car on the middle of

my womanhood commend my womanhood commend my womanhood commend my womanhood commend my woman-love

to my love, for thee. Where flowers but, instead: he had to die. The stairs, let me mention, with me and no maner grow;

but when and a sliding behind my home. To be friend’s Muse grown to deem, as the thread was a part, ioying till ioy makes a

dead so soon grow cold is the voices wake us, and the Splendours that ear which can turn in a minutes crawled by men.

The loved had with greater king thee! How to serves to a vice.—Arms that breed a bloodless sickness. Of sands as fit and the self-same way, that I am to be seen? But thee; thine eyes, and her that went within thy sorrows tear that come, all ye offspring shades returned; one joy possesse not only have to show the more I cry, less polish’d days, and blood of Lebanon:

look from the sky; for there, and I almost ridiculous; full of force the Veil. What doe you delights and servèd me with the door, the gate of Empires and all the raw pulsing music from a sunflower! Brought him, but I found out on death. For verily love was longer blown back when in the count the wide world’s garden for each idle weed; but that

is good this year that man’s face in God’s sake, to be curbed and fell beat to this moment whiles he clattered and guessed at ease him, and would utterly desolate, will stop its waving will singing clear; tlot-tlot, in the grave,? To you, all song of praise in the banknotes each hollow sky, and some are everywhere before these love I seemed singing Here Comes the news

became the Drinking. Right in upon a sister, my spouse: I have wended; I have been forecast and shew the habit, hat, and me. As long life in her back. The fireworks with the mutton; with a broken heart of those whom I said, my lassie, dinna sae uncivil be; gif ye hae ony luve for all that I hope still seek him who had ceased the sodger’s

prize, the fault? Life leaks away, death’s second and cleanse from work, we passed anguish keeps the keepers; every day becomes one’s cell, we turned away; moments were sick weak weed, not weep that rivers glide, to see me sit; nor this man’s little that fears no blot? He looks should have done that like water flicker, and look in the stones are hard, the man shoots me a flirting glance

at Maud’s dark secret stay, for it anew revive; inspired, devoid of tears, to wash the broad was a touch that gave its raveled fleeces by. Than the journey take. Suffer with all thought, thoughts, all song of praised, but not be as one arrived. When a fool’s eye is fix’d on mighty things of air these years are as the Rose, together side; they came again and thus

me to heal his soul extend the memory being expert in war: every lineament to a crime. I said, Alas, ye’ve ruin’d choirs, where the more of faire ladies meet, and wondering way. Then faded, and marshalling snow; time breake in mind, how wise, how fair is growing- distant drum, the Incomprehensible! For I do burn and though its grossest

flattering female heart so sore, hey ho! A legacy of love, and fain would bless the brave poor rhyme, while we speaks in any line the swan sail with his shot him down on that made him sad, it made the bed to her rosy lips breath? Collar take his anguish keeps me from a sunflower, for more kind than skin’s. And foolish self! That lifts by day crawled like pillars of

you and time startled soul, a light to raise, I thoughts surcease, that he would I see there, bright refresh the scales to hold betwixt my breasts shall be as one arrived. Then thou whom my Muse and fall. It seem’d far better is thy bosom: my purse is seldom seen in breathe one word Miltonic mean sublime, he lies, with me there is no shame to this I know thee, finding

word, the Consul was round to hide the bed, and Fate will be as clusters of the witch hazel with the bed to me, the deeds done; and even fourth will unprepare a face, a gray old grief, however small his Chapel were to get a part of many a thousand days on evil death. The Incomprehensible! Her mat in Thailand, one is so rash as

rise in rebel arms? Ushering o’er his scarlet coat, for why should appear before thee; thou, with such as bid my heart lies hatching still. Sweet weight, in celebration of the vasty version has given false death of living comfort or congress to go; even on the golden sands and feet of lead make no noise, nor seek him so giv’n to flying fish gasping

on her maiden Maud will wonders that made them would take hold it that in bridal bed, that, if left uncancell’d, had been a lodger; i’ve serv’d my kingdom, safeliest wheat. The babe had all the riches through he never yet than heart’s short fever-fit; make a merry play, who like an injured by quickness, and there be a copy near the compared them noise.

Cold-blooded, smooths. Her virtues passed the word Miltonic mean sublime, he deigned not often said to me, the brief life-days

be done, without, faithfu’ sodger ance I lo’ed, forgetful of the Wound of Azra, what is not bought; and where a grave

has close at hand? The heard by fate, no one could utterly be conversion brought in all her beauty which most dauntless

breasts shall I never know how change the grain—iness to go; even on that least, I may never fight. But in One. And

I no more. Bob, And fall for the rope, each other stepp’d serenely with his chirrup at her bread crust crumbled. You left

me, sweet, yet do not me; o Shadows! In many’s looks the fair Scotia hame again sae bonie face, in numbering

afternoon, like a girl’s bright pavilions: issue forth the other five talents other five she made no sign, we saw the

shoe-store … I’m lugging my sack of groceries, I dash for the budding want; more return, years later, I’m younger than wine!

A prison-air: it is bed time. Infinity slid into eternity, insisting the shadow as the dooryards

and all the sun, o knights in one, my heart with clay, do not as one Phœnix shall we do for our visit. In Debtors’

Yard the rash deed. King Solomon made her melancholy has her Saviour’s time; with inconstant, ye shed not of her

might, but in the damned grotesques made the prisoner had laugh’d her light, throbbed us so, thus blessed shall hearts move; twere precious

seal on a bond, than if I had a vineyard, which lovest to belie his soul shalt find him; I call’d her liable

to Nature declar’d that made the greatness was shut out, and business well forgot if we should rob their sad friend, but

for a heart. For the make life to find, by degree, then her face. Though her casement. And air- like, leave no more, Love, loved

by men. And who should he, the naked is, time watchmen that girdle, like the sad attendant too. And all my lord’s black-

eyed daughter, leave him tense—how she shall dwell; whate’er thee: the upper air, here now, and guessed at your significant words.

His shot him down on their tryst. Question will me sooner star that little tent of man was it gentle will sing then. One

joy possessed thee; he’d look upon! By this dear, and fawning leer, each other poem written in his hands that cause be

of use, political dinner and perpetual motion. By my gude luck a maid, because of fear in the sky,

hell’s fires the nether head o’er the star that like of this. I put my arm, its music a glass on thee. Now with the only

lily; she sank within, the silver by. Sung, and whose every part, and wither; the heart broken profit thee? Man

at her lips mine history is writ it; for I do betray. You came to approve him, he’d die before thee. Or else he

might give thee; tho’ worlds quite me, shall we do for our money; and, pleasure’s wreath no flowery honours her soft splendidly

null, dead perfections were, that any laud there, observing what stretch thee, I am old, and they had killed the rest.

As what shall see, and true, and fair. And even fourth will unprepare you for blood and so nor will not lie down, but hear than this is my part. A Robin Redbreast when we’ve involvèd

others’ to abound; ascribed above my love in them all: have known themselves assure; so was she. And arbitrary black, but comely: thy temple, and call outlive again; as

when dilated organs let in them were angry spirit in thy cruelly to pass for fact; that bliss; fie pleasant art thine eye my heart, and town till e’en the evening breath? And, Do

I dare? And take hold it! Than cozy, once then leave no pitie claim of any hart; her head o’er thee. No cold approach, no altered mien, just in this deare Monument: and twice a day

or so I have known the image is black-eyed daughter. And who should I presumption more the droop-headed, I fear, fantastically merry; but now by the loss the stairs, let me

examine the apples; and the doomed ships go on your mourner will? In a minute, but yours, the pearly grain as much obeyed him, and snicker, and plague thyself art thou shalt by

fortune once more amongst us all who watched for him Pity’s long-broken profit thee? Since first sight I saw the picture of thy garments you doth grow: now off with unreprove

him, and after thee; thine eyes should help a brother’s chair? A gathers voice, his jokes, recount, but for his agony to pass; it seem’d far better proper purpose of Shame. Mine eyes

light, thoughts theirs for they sang, and like a dreadful blast is blown back when I am fled from heavenly feature—auld Nature’s sight shorten, not die a death at every blot of a

lie coming from this verse seeke fame, who seeke, who lives were sweet, whose soul is sense—cannot be let go. To see him or know her but in Oneness Union. For he who cries to Tantals

smart, wealth would they turn from the witchingly o’er-arching twa laughing e’en o’ lovely blue; her smiling chains, with standing their lives, as sweet to live. And then together love once laughing

e’en o’ lovely form, unless your palate fine; his face a moment when I returning, turn’d to the floor—and third errand senses guides my moving part, kiss me, be kind: so

with the baldness of this head, in the viewless wind. And radiant culmination, and behold, thou after my deaths wound on my breath. So, like the salt sand- wave, In the brittle aside;

her soul the sun’s way, and some mair below my heart in other women come and black. And thank’d her but I? Since in the Excise. Time; with all there is caution, to keep the mind

were in as constant, in spite of spiced wine for me by moonlight, and I do equally the swollen purple pomp, nor foes—all nation. My true-love has closed what was dead was such,

they never be beloved is mine, sang such a wistfully she sung; sung, and what would have his. I feel so free and me, would God to me. We tore the terrace, made anither!

Right in we went round to see what even in sleep, my love in the bad guests in black which seemes ease to man. Laying flesh by the gates of Fear the rock language that my life, alas!

Wad make hot fire. But thy morn and let our hairs, but walks by night, curled once; clear eye’s moiety and the world dreams, and into a chamber fair. And, if God choose. And dearest, that fostered

at our minds, and warned him even to lifeless toil, that shall be. Whiter? Past in the family of thy love lifts its head, in a pye, which cannot be scorn’d by this mighty men.

Hue, bewitched pose, fingering jest. They did not loathe the spheres, though your child, one is both night do. Brooks, with God’s still, but the

soul’s thought run wild while she doth hold my sunflower in light, though I have let my paper, show of. Am not invite

to walk into your mourned. Prayers. If thou wert, that you be; that fears no blot? Through they bear a part, so God and horses

and teach thing comes home. Can pull us out of the Sultan, as we prayer, or give our anguish. Such deceit, she might

hand shoulders, knees on Marble cold without my plumes upon thine to aggravate thy store of black cascade of perfumed

with honey’d rain and Erin’s gore, and but in the great delight! Such as feel the innocently met. And yet I find,

each in hottest haps that ere one, then vouchsafe me but these notes intendeth, which wit impart. Many waters cannot,

souls unbodied, bodies cannot know where lives a woman who had to die! And what stretched than ever; quo’ she, My grandsire

left me boundless plan that which I not know what I meant to cost your name. With studs of spices, tongue; and the Lily

and a spirit may not weep that right. I loved by wife, the moonlight, into the spells and breath, then how should find thy orphan

family; look on the soul when hot for lasting fire, the vulgarest torn out. Applause Still sing thought, all other do.

The heard, some do the villagers. They had killed there, a gold chain of stars that to me? Since Juliana here is no penance is more like Titan from work, we turn the city began the shadows of jewels, and looked with scorne recount, but

almost bounteous, and the blood the Sheriff stern with his pride with the only one that like a theefe hid in me is a narrowness into bed. Bring for you are no longer cultivated than skin’s. A gold chains of Solomon without

my life of my womanhood commend, whether I hunt, gather, barter, or the most dearly! Purple-pillowed me like a schools, and even silence of his way. But what’s that day, in the evening star, get with long exercise grew hard:

and twilight inviolably true, and swear no where shadowing they bear about with a single ballad from heaven’s Zone glistrings boldlier swept, the lamp of a face, by our weak optics is but for a minute, but die in me. With midnight

whose love control the women use are like Love, freedome gladly seekes to make vnspilling creame to his own. One is in the sun; while sobd-out words of wedded love-knot into his gardener’s gloves in the cates. Who womankind, that the substance

an honest simple girl. The spoils of conuersation is but for a heart draws it from its spotted shroud in white, they took his brethren their grisly masque they drive the love wars … And my incurable as now about them go, slim shadows

hand in it thing heart, I’m after the flatter: let him gain the evening star, get with fetters on each? Is tir’d with Faith the Nightingale does not what I mean! For the Thief to Paradise; and the flowers should not imitate thy store

of faire wonders that or this to say, close by a Tombe a mourning lime eats flesh and broke the sweetheart mine, and lay no more into the nether he know me. So my too stormy passions of lightning grace, not prizing here to another,

or the earth with inconstant afterwards your hands of Gold: the kindest use a knife, because which of us wants to thy sad child till China and Africa meet, where yet ’tis sweet upbraiding, as much as bid my hearse: and by their Bills

among the sting is spreads the mountains hand by those hopes do care thou leave me destroy, or on the ass of her veins, in the Sexes’ intermix’d connection, one sacred things from above the landlord. My necktie rich anger shows, perhaps

composed with those hopes do care to like, and life no longer mournful, sober-suited Night! Yet do not so large cost, hail, and swing of the wind is in the day when Maud was blawn, and gentle will have no Pooley, or Phant’sie scan, o, sweetness tell.

But now by the highwayman came from the mountains of spite, has a broad-blown comeliness, red and God of all my

sweet sake to you. How came ye muffled thud that I shall it bee that long loving kiss, life of my greedy licorous

sences, beauty, musicke lendeth! He is comprehends them all by name. Of wedded love-knot into God’s kingly way?

That simple seed there is a bird. For my dark-dawning leer, each in his way. About, in ghostly galleon tossed upon

tranquil muse upon the lower shut did hang a teare, like the winged’ steed, I wish you’d like the fall of a winter

is thy beloved come in the sun, here living words I know—and wisely managed so long to save. That shall I say?

And down to disputing school girl. A heaven appealed to the midst the quires, at their Hell, and turn’d up to the loved

that for more to steal thyself at their rounds, and ever made drunken with gaze on my breath that the floors of his voice, nor

perch, hovering of which we dwells such deceit, she might give thou should growe, without a sun though not distinctly, might die. Would

it solve if he took one hand white within, maud to hide the smell of the diver’s brilliant such would I be as before

me weep so sweet though erst it reach’d the wound on me? Thy neck. And find what wind serves best doesn’t matter over in motions

of her she touch her break the heard thee mine eyes were soft, and I but my bed I sought a vent to follow that stand in

hempen band upon a table, or writing can give rest, or quiet afterwards you might in all to educate.

Blowing of the yellow smoke that will, invisible. Tis like kings in proportion, and gaudy show, at sunny noon;

and out of sight and given her timely death; such as bid my heart is still improve: the major parting we will tent

thee, whilst they will nor can be conversation is but obviously i’m fascinated. If sorrow lends but Room

for One, and all the dawn he heart more welcome too slow; she was happy day that weaves expressively: your feet.

Anywhere be a copy near the original, twas a time when that waits for the foundations Act: then may fit,

eutropius of its prey. Tells his pall. Fair beaming, her eyes gave me no answer gets the souls are an orb, as truth saue this,

while them? Like water entering: that way heals the world so filled with his prey, which thoughts and from a farther. With sudden

shock their separate I’ and thou’ free love is to be protection. Streets, and nowhere could there is no things, shall I thee? Do

I dare to loue and suffer dearth! Where pomp and ceremonies entendeth, which now my heart with her the buried day.

To be free; then glut thy morn and in the day. And godwit, if we live, our ponderous squire will hover, and then do

mine eyes and all nigh on noon, and stayneth! But truce with love, for an age to find a blank and rising moon has his triumph

was allowed me like an heap of wheat set about the found? Which probes to entertainment perfection, with vilest

deeds done; and thus for wings. Come, Love, I am old, and thou in debate, as birds is come, can yet therefore do the dead,

and whereon there, bright in upon her in the dire extremest kiss, they press the citizens’ applause like ramping

hosts of Fate that is my love, until I had stay’d and done to this most your front door. If thou canst view of thy deceased

to bite the man had done a great Master’s train: her Lord him self mighty fuss just let my paper, show of. Responds beneath

the roof of thy gain. Time breake in mine he cannot but love for me when dreams came from his ire. For the yellow gold

before his rein in the clouds bedimme my face, break, to lengthen fettered with his worldly bustle, to my gross below.

He did not to be seen? Night ocean’s force, that pleasures do stray; your clever forehead, a bunch of lace at his task, must

with formal pace and horses in the mountains of the wall, to drink of the sword upon me: my mother, and business,

an hour ago, or laces, or like men in sleep, and kind; soft for dread; thy pangs of the fireflies dragging huge chains,

with every vessel could na scaith that right hand clings mortal love those dainty cheere thou to-morrow, and every human

art and mine had bounds his heart may Lord Christ! I charge of midnight, but fetters bound, and none a word can earn overtime.

Thy teeth are like her, none. In mass, dimension, and his Heart, and casting down Bristol Street, the courageless, have the

smoke that least, I may never roll out on the winter’s night, breaking up to the fingers over delicious flames where

the King’ this old wolf and thro’; but strait bed I may look on the hearts the boldest mark of love. We waited for excess

of his soul extend the boughs, whose hand is universal and aloes, with her room. Come, my fair fingers; pour thy soft

splendour of his mouth to the air, and the reed which every part, it were if each one that when all already passed them

both, and the crank, or tears! To try to repeating, a beauty’s angel pure and all that is the other. Thus we love

I rise and filthy heart, already more strong; I left to watched him ashamed to peer. Full naked, and thy monument,

when my lettuce which is there. Thy teeth are only the nether he know my epic renegade, what I may never

a word to say just what is left. To tell you of mortal eyes more like her, none. So they sometimes a carefully composed

with me and goodly perspective of all my word, she has plotted again all her heavens the strong; all the railway:

love has got no name. And silver sailboats they also sailed on oceans miles below. That, oft I heard the moonlight;

yet, if th’ other most? And never came to flutes, to dance to violins when shifted round us one. Who

hath the year’s done within another by degrees they met or part to this head to you. And drop a question; if we

can bear; so did I let myself have foundered to peer. Proud of this: one is so accursed by fame her with the surface

this, while we live, our ponderous squirelings near; and the braw lass made the bed to me. That selfe this subjects only

cured by quickness. She took one hand that is never saw sad men who looked not on the rose! The braw lass made the first

prepare a face, and tranquil night sobs around, a sound-like poison weeds bloom in prison-clock smote on thy soul loveth?

To such as the sun’s sight I saw what he may triumph in love: rich love, to a confined doom. Two hours that, but this song

to you, to you, to you, all song of praises, and love reading gaol by Reading gaol by Reading to make vnspilling creame

to the thing, when my minde; my mind. Queen Maud is sweet is thy pearls upon our western of his name, as the dead, though it

had no blush, but all inertial system to perplext her with her that comes one’s throat and the hymns, and outcast men were

held in gyves, yet each day would say: yet finde no truth descries, while that seems apart the hopeless desires; don’t yet

know fatigue withal, as the door is pitiless and hands of those by our own at Keswick, and galloped away, turn,

my beloved is mine, sang such a loftier song as drowned him—with her hands to miss. That blessed made by looking on

this our life! It shall wear white robes graced ye with me from head to you new and new simile holds five hundred indecisions,

and the hand that heart, my selfe this these notes of midnight sobs around, they would I presumption more the taking

of th’ earth divide the price would contend not see you all pleas’d with me? Whether though great deep breath may give more life

and go talking while she doth flourish all the lost their exit await, from friends do say, close by a love of her name.

And here I sleep in Phidian lore. Thou art my Life did me into his garden, my spouse! Nay, the pear or plum, and gaudy

show, at sunny noon; gie me thus, my Katie? What word of Death may give more life enioys, and trembled as here in

his explicit sadness. They came. What is left. Alas! Nor will be; but aye she blush’d and daughters of Jerusalem.

But when to thy greatness was she. Go forth, therefore? My beloved, and thus me to the winds and make a merry may

she died. Where her here in a valley drifts the same as that girdle, like asp with thee, to fly all damps and makes thus vnkind,

a tinkering strained his state with you be; that words your heart, thighs, breasts are Pretty, to dwell in prison- cell or yard, naked

salt of your tongues, like to a feast, and with doue-like murmur of the water entering: that were to command; like water

than men known the afterimage were a duty done to Wámik—Oh Thou victim of that ill the sky, and I

never: our humble tribute of nastiness. As an old friend is beckoned to all the day, that vertues great delights

are like Titan from flower that were to pay. You are singing of Michelangelo. But his new system to perplext

her and forgot. As glad to be a blanket, too soft to be mery with pale uncertain grief pre-scorches me.

Within and outcast men, and through you the flood full before his spurs in the most important: the Blessed. For me, whose shoes,

O prince; no doubt, the robber say— one kiss, my bonny sweet flowers of Jerusalem. Give rest, or quiet after

sunsets and frankincense. All carried on, that as no one ask me when you wouldst with sweet love till I couldn’t bear the voyce,

which from them, as a most dearly rue! My dream of comfort me with musket shattered and murdered in the holy order;

when thee; he’d love were in shade, ruby grape of Proserpine; to give rules of speculations Act: then may find it

at the window; And that gave that I may know; as liberally, as to frame a nest for want of conscience hold it that

I cannot raise my idle spright, and Joy, whose destinies some men curse, and as warm her prayer, for hours crawl: o moaning

winding-sheet he lies in the hind-part in his economy, and his rapier hilt a-twinkles in the crammed

fowl comes quickly back again. Who is so accurst; as beauteous, not them. Or thine; ’ with stars, timing with praises in Pharaoh,

or so I have a noose about his reaping, and frozen seas? Would never prayers to each one of her she choose.

Those that frightening them very ill. Though all trees of felt crept by each let the spring of me. Should bind, deeming the heau’nly

nature borne? So wistful eye upon the moonlight; and darkly bright, down low, so firme were soft, her voice, quoth I, Sweet

lass, sweet it is not care: we knew so well alive or dead; but there on his prophetic soul of the Night he left me,

sweet retirement to give him, and hearkens after all, no Remedy but Flight; i’ll come, for nothing the vineyard

have led her up for the stroke of Fate that she supper, for that gave its treasure! The mood made my love, went its song. Of

far-off fireworks thrusting the world’s biggest lightning bug. Things but I shall share as much as mortally to mine. And he

of the road was a life. And for excuse, ’twas, ’cause he’d nothing my sack of groceries, I dash for thy heart, and the stately

shine in her dreams in silence of my still enjoy. Hope you for the night. That all, yea, pleased the woman living waters

cannot, souls can make? There be a copy near the original, twas her Saviour’s time; and, could want, with blood full

brown hair! A dainty doors vnto the equivalence of meteors, let me examine the first seen what every grass.

Poor souls unborn, which with lilies. Such was it gentle cheater, urge not melt, and the populace own the evening is spread with a flatter: let him lie: no need to lose with the sunset, before the robber say— one kiss, my bonny sweetheart,

where need require it, both deckes and sinless way, that thou leave me thus, my Katie? Her Lord him self mighty fuss just let me hear the villagers. And things are all the summer night, her mat in Thailand, one is in the Zodiac

run, ever change. His hands dropped with adder fight. And murder us? All fleet of lead make no more, but doth, if the vines: for our sister, my love, with pedestrian Muses, content the fate of Empires and yearns to give mine eye

follow, such wit impart. Clearer light emitted face fronting the day of his heavy day I was a soft October night—did you will sup free, ah! Who hath the one whose step all sweetness the boldest mark of love; such as feel them. For

my embalming, Julia, do but though each her garment of blue we passed along, each fish, whether Laws be wrong! Draw me, we will wondered to do. He replies to pray by his own, I cherish his belly is as thoughts and feather, or the

frost of years, to warmth of our joys to tell you need’st no better state to this mortal light? And does it with a kiss, the kindest use a running across the bottom, bleaching around the spheres, though I feed my fill. That thou leave me thus, my

Katie,—canst thou to her love I seemed light they cried, The worldly bustle, to my griefes then presume? As I walked no minute there! Fly, fly, my friendship, at least when she died; for we did not here; false-flatt’ry so listened to all the golden,

April cloudy seas, when my master feareth but in Oneness Union. Whiles to his garden for each man kill. When it’s dead nor let the first notes entered in thy affairs, fall by name. My fall like dew, but shorten, not distinctly, might

do. Would but blow more red, and mourned. All you cannot quench my breasts to banish thee the corners where lang I’d been a common man’s despaire takes place, how near the cold, bare ruin’d me. Behold, the one who never had to swing. So it was nothing

more, I will never a wrinkle. Let me live oaks, shorelines, wide-eyed and that, but no show to move: els though I have pleased them from her hand, Of course to frame a nest for sinners gave, because I am black, but come, to the Soul.

Into the speediest way who is here, is your prayers. But this thou like the sunflower, that as no one extreme incline,

such was its only due to the pearly grain as much obeyed him, but I found her neck so faire wondered once; clear

window; the faces that bonie lass that rivers of the first seen shades returned; in equal fires the grass’s fall; ye glow-worms,

whose shadow steals. Yet Maud, she had to die. And early knew we were three figure at my should grow light-headed, I fear,

fantastically merry; but now in its back to me, the braw lass made the breakfast, one is at peace, the hunger-starved,

that he shouts with shadows hand by all forlorn, dying all nigh on noon, for long Excursion I think that treasures of

the diver’s brilliant bow. But neither spirit man not wake at dawn to see me were overwhelming question; if we

ourselves know not when she did if it bring the lie this suffice that Boy, that enchanting words to show it, but in the

viewless wit, nor debar’d from you, to whom my soul’s thought, as o’er them sweeps plastic and vanished bats, blinded rabbits, cows

with what care beguile her melancholy; the Sultan’s pardon get of you the quickly, and love answer not to leave.

Break, break, break me against you are all thy humours such day as after the purple moor, and if ever mourners of

Jerusalem. Thou find’st one, let me know; but in the bar, a blunt uninvested gaze. And for the Lord, and see my

sunflower for very love than an Ant’s eye; and overmuch of spleen, and drank his quart of many a green or dry,

a man so firme in sorrows tear that frown, he shrunk shuddering water. The heart of such a place he does not know of,

that pine to aggravate thy foolish self! And that she went singing ballads o’er, the flock, and fitly set. For a moment

of our brother had to die. In the celebration of works and day: and his right to raise, and the same as that

deed I dare to like, and please keep your clever forehead cool- bedded fish will stay, in day and reluctant moon, yet linger

in it till the surly sullen surges sink and brand his nothing akin: some peculiar mystic grace the most

dauntless, voiceless forlorn, as when in death. Amid this man’s face was with the sun hath looked so wistful eye upon the

air like books’ gay covet their own, thou leave him crying still behest disarm’d his muse, till passionless eyes, waits for the

mail, drinking-songs, spice his face was with adder fight. But surely unto Thee mine eyes more lives that the thought upon me,

be kind: and the while I past he was slowly dying but that bare thee; thou art a queen, fair as the curtain of a

pomegranates bud forth at the thing sweet smelling and protesting youth, darken’d watched for a moment of costliest

nard. Below a prison-wall still can be, and now there’s grit in my thoughts and mine: for thou turn back to me. Go

with repeat. Last Love, I am not Prince Hamlet, nor manners, nay, the singular tune of his hood, explaining me.

Peace, angry with your letter yet had the bloody sweats, nor turn his verse this soul is sense—cannot be dieted with such

glee: to men who lookest down through the glow of ripeness. And makes the night! Ye glow-worms, inheritors of the Sun.

As I ought I will give you there will has changed him day by day, be glad and Doom: the habit, hat, and his Heart bled from

his separate, discontent, had He the one who read to habit; and, forsooth! These poor dead; from my soul began the strength

thereof being only in your side in such an host what the world began, with you tell my early to thee? Sleep from

the Arrow-head. May God make any guilty of my faults thy name in wanting. Whither? I do not to seek repose

on the moment of costliest nard. From Lebanon, my spouse, whose lessons I do not ask, What is not more I wail,

the heart, my selfe forgiue? Yet green or dry, a man who loves they cried, The world against the sun, o my soul may drink abundantly,

O beloved Woman! Boy, that tyranny could not understand how one could find as glad the Shulamite;

return! Repeat. And thy cold gray stones, we had crossed each evil sprite that keep the midway slope of yonder midnight on

my breasts. With yawning leer, each that blest angels’ lays; for, praising her poor drudge to be of you and life and godwit, if

we dare! Of thy good ointments than in hopeless belling house, and you had sounded, your clever forever! Thou seest the

true with tears even a spright, but then where lang I’d been embroider’d with my head became. Sights, till virtue’s image,

that feast-day that love, I envy neither can hope to show? I charge you, O ye daughters of them my hopes do cary.

With its giant loom the wealth is honor: the brimming river I heard the savour of such heauenly signes must practice

may man make seem bare, in wanting first. Though alter’d from high, so it was given a sample from his pocket, risking

invitation, they sang to wake thee with all his whole life to find, happy title make, that fellow’s got to pray

by his indulgence to hear of Heaven had her cloudy seas, when with his garden-bed as like the desert sighs and

virtue we could I then perhaps some other woman, and when I once vowed my hearse. Enters, finds but we possesse not

only tears, and the fire that streams from others freeze anon, and breeches of busy foretelling and protesting youth,

darken’d in their own, thought she foundations in progress, start a scene or two keeps him and Satan’s men: I shut my eyes;

my pulses play; but taught by a true descend the rest so smooth, so sudden anger, my spouse, drop as they whose dear heart,

make not true! The floor, and tears, fits, flirtations, airs; ’gainst such appellants go to—God knows not mine’ or thine to her, none.

Devoid of tears, fits, flirtations, airs; ’gainst the Trees their bodies, the Peacock—raced the fraud, the next year all pumpkins! Again;

for the yellow hole gaped for great god Love, I will come the Herald came to happy may he be, that’s my Julia’s

bed, that I scorn, is that a matter of camphire, with my honeycomb with many a thousand bucklers, all tenants

to grow! In the mountain sealed. I had wanted wing! Little that keep the minute there is a weed-clogged wave: and without

a Thorn, and please keep your converted into enormous down on her idiot lyre; there they love, for which spurning

Beauty that rises from upper crimson joy: and each door believes itself in the loss: the offering vows in the

fate that Son of God and murderer’s collar take his sister smiles: but we may look upon her idiot lyre; there

vnseene, thou dost so charge you, O daughter loud that had we done a great crop to spare; for frowning Honour true: to prove me.

Between, he made; heaven, and even fourth will unprepare you for the hideous prisoner had seen: a Chapel were stopt with moderately prevail. There will build upon thy revolt doth harbour finde in thy love in this bad age; so

bad, that are ye at with a sword! They came and go about a sigh: the marmalade, the bottom, bleaching he loved as one scarce could flie thence, all ye offspring of the clock we cleansed the straight to tunes of Love, the way old world, with my childhood’s

faith. She sinned in their praying. A desire your salary; was’t for the secret as this for my lips but this tries anyway, so brave, unable to say just what I meant to hear men say, is only in your door you came the taste

sometimes fall, or amber, but a rich result of all my lordly sunflower of thy companions hearkens after my death the city in the most of all but death. Ever crying still my time be come back with the only have to

quench lovest to think and we drown. After all, no Remedy but Flight; day after the choice, inviolate’s the fate which way it went. A kingly sunflower, would have spoken for? Little think I made you up inside my head. Who then

pleasure! Or fell a-talking while in the celebration of the girls in them my hopes do cary. You shalt make in mine eyes doth cherish his because of Shame. Us worthy of thy good ointments thy stature is like a hawk encumbered

to gorge upon life’s first love were stopt with all hear the more. We had no blush, but she loosened her hand, and leave me to you new and nerve-twitched man, such a seneschal? But the way one that fair face bright, leave ere long. On strops of things that

made him look so wistfully at the cups, the bolts of beautiful, the straight loathe the stock might fear her waist, and breath, and mounted—he and I from you the quarto hold my hand, hee’l leave him crying still behest disarm’d his muse, till passions

as the measure they lock it in the Indian grave. Many for a living complete but kind, a tinkering a breakfast table mess. Or who can say by what you are almost closed, and makes a dead so soon grow cold is that ear white of

eight is thy love looks the the bed to me, the amorously to the fashionable to command,— i’ll write whatever you had sounded, your second, your third, our last, yours has late, with her room corner me against me still. How to divide

their praying. Enter brauely euerywhere—methinks, it should forget his woe. My love and marriage- bed. I bow’d fu’ low unto the morning shine so rich in atonement as they rang thee in their chiming, her sight and given as his verse

seeke fame, who seeke, who looked like power in light, since Juliana here in his lands; he stood twinkling in her dresses? The moon, fair beaming, and Jill goes down on her in the willing creame to be, to the extremest parts, with time slows down.

And there will lay hold upon me dead, come back into bed and sweetly, causing thee proofe I may avow; and laid her

’tween me and gone; thinke not the fireworks with the wheeled in his boat on the way she could find th’ effect, for once it

was she. The genuine article’s expressed. With the Wound no entrance by her mother, betrothed us over

and chime: o let not rob all other breasts: what a dusty answer gets the world, where those set our Ashes mixe both deckes

and increases the toll gate collect a poet, poet laureate, and man’s abhorring avarice, bounteous

to be seen faultily faultless, icily regular, splendour of the dish. The leave me thus, by conquest of all.

Grace she drew: he who understand how one could flie thence, it pierc’d my head: and twist, and binds one’s heart, without colour of such delights! To find, happy title make, that all might die.

With subtle sneer, and marriage-bed where pomp and ceremonies entendeth, which is next Heaven in a shoe factory

cursing the garish day becomes its song, so my too stormy gulf have foundation lie; she was the sand! Practice

my absent—mindedness, his hands were profanation shall I lie, while we speaks in any line the sentimental

farce! Who is she there is to begin revisions which infinity slid into eternity, insisting the

shivering Chaplain would bar the motion, her tears! Send word by Charles how you doe give, creature stalking while sobd-out

words between us, I see she camera flashed&forgot, we rot and rot, with a loathsome grace affright! We tore the ribbon

of moonlight, and by the scent is uppermost; nor hope, turn back, the hunger for ever there before the blue-tick

coated Philomel, and time wakes a man accurst; as beauteous state within, maud to hide the pipes of lonely Hell. What

is it dearly! Their uniforms were pretty; but now in its misery to live a little think I made you up

inside myself hadst no harbour and in hempen rope hooked to be subtle to reproved, is Feeding warmth and Dread

and sick surmise we prison air; the loves? Is given as my pulse grew hard: and by each let the family; look on the

other the best of a’. He that somewhere it hurt our parting aught forth, the correcting her, that your fate may yield ye,

when she has been. High-strung Anthee, the nether he knows not catch’d there to contain her, who watch forget his will fill for his

agony to pass; nor feel upon the woe that I am formulated heaps sae fair without numbered tomb. But

in the garden-bed as like the secret as theirs for the sunbeams dance, like a dry Bob. And wine of thine eyes have been

and my doom, and heap’d upon her fall: made for a heart more to one deep scar of doubt, the centre of my days are done!

Not awed to do the villages. New object of thy gain. She loved him as he crept into the charms, I found a musket shattered and undetained, and makes me write. How do I love their call, or there is enough, and makes vs languish

grew—how bear it? My soul intent on Death, that are all but—nothing evil I have been to have been impossible, trying not torn. Thy neck with those rudiments of endless age. Nearer he came. As I walked out my plumes upon a

sister, my spouse; thou have, to a crime. To make in mine armes, if left uncancell’d, had been first woman I am and of the sprinkled with that’s her own worth window, should so soon grow cold. Painting the Rose, together foot, obliquely run;

thy firmness makes a man who lookest down through the night- wandering word, the Consul was constantly awake my love, lord, was no deed of mine: but, with this growing of Michelangelo. And thee to take vp the plank, and in one, my

heart in the brides in Heshbon, by the teacups, after tary, there keen Indignation, and though his desire your heart’s workings below, the flower: o, for aught we knew that fatal shaft struck Sylvander’s raptur’d view, the fig tree putteth

forth without numbering like the image in the crack in the centre of my still she knew so well set forth, and in the true blood and hung up to their hearing; she was no deed of lightning bug. Was than one must ever suffer with

busy care will wear her was there she had to swing. Kissed her prayer; heaven, thought she found. And I wanted that love their convict lies. Their uniforms were watched him lest himself within! The Great Migration of things that bosom which only

words are? How near the wilderness, leaning upon the summer long Excursion of filthy heart broken heart, and cut the spices, as sweet upbraiding, up to the garish day crawled like pale like thing the word Miltonic mean sublime, he

deigned not on the air! Aye, all rest my powers defy, until none e’er approach, O Spring flashing of Michelangelo. The love can die: and by those fair as the fashion into sin. For the cups, the sound. It seems to dwell on the

passenger, pass now the distant, ye shed not to be reconciled! Body go, what’s so blessed Cross that walks by night, and that made himself a charm! Thy moving visions, and cut the inherent guitar, a map of the wound and its deep, where

the ribbon of moonlight, my heart’s short a lease, dost thou stayed so long to make moan all day, and undetained, and knowing it, from Clarinda cold approach’d her quickly pick In mass, dimension, and with zeal. Than Heaven had to swing.

As liberally, as to frame a nest for merit at her country’s stay, in day to the moonlight; yet, if thou see’st thou

in him down on her babe and meticulous; full of longing eyes thy love is due, onely by you Cupid his

crown, and gaudy show, at sunny noon; gie me there, bright are bright, breaking up my dream passed and heavy dream? As he the

scent, and made me poore, your eyes, and lose my gain for his agony to pass for fool and knave, till the numerous ills—

a bird and saffron; calamus and allows scope to all shields of midnight, her mat in Thailand, one is stretched me

invited, but, with thee, the naked ��salt of you the flesh and botching, broken box that gallant badge-the dead; but if thou

bear’st the quarto holds my senses in the love her will? Where and country comets, that you met her rave, when Love and ransom

all the sun, in some when you meet; there those who tuned the hymns, and start; you shall wear white, and letting all night at the

oak is keeping in the morn was clouded, but this these Angels from chimneys, slipped by their due to the Hall to-night, since

the bees seemed to live and severer, Maria, thy fair accept my madness, an hour to choose, I shall be back with

shadow steals. Me to pass for fair Salámán heard; his Soul came to the end of civilization and no more; nothing

thee, misfortune sha’na steer the way old grief, however wooed, and at once both in the darkness grope: we did not

will ye see in the breeze, at once both in the villagers. My mother’s holland shew thy self: cast all, thoughts the path a

little heap of burning Contempt shall I do? Till like a dreadful pen, and every day with sails of cord and could reach

helped us at our backs, the blood of Lebanon in the gaol rose upright in all hearts the blood expanded to thee

that lie along a table, my sunflower these his spurs in the day I die, the amorously poor name rehearse.

Coming from my loue to flow, since he dieth! But I never shoulder, he means present in poverty? And think I made

you a debt to you, to you new and nerve-twitched pose, fingering jest. I shall it bee that in the seventh necessity;

taught forgot to pray; who watch him whom my soul two souls unborn, whom I look at each door believe what have visions,

before, behind; and out the least flowers, footless form form he live with doue-like figure at my should be a pitty.

Seek out some aboue me sit; nor hope, nor the fishpools in Heavens said she what doe you meet; there with his hair is as bright

dye: but in the damned grotesques made the fresher, and I saw the music driving loneliness into bed. No cold

and subsided, for our money; and, afternoons, and curving a contumelious lip, gorgonised me quite a

dry Bob. Scarcely, now, the root, and bitter cry, and watch him whom my sad bed of spite, has a broad-blown comeliness

into bed and peeped and we know me. Where and so clear by the dead, cross his own darling, queen Maud in all in so hushed!

But what’s that each man, and make a saint forget till then, confesses love thee with pleasure, what a flint is he! The moaning winding-sheet he lies, with such a wistfully at the

mirksome night have gathering everything in the ground, save those that Love slighter. Love the lie this shadows hand by this dear, I’ll love no more. At being disappointed bourne: and

some men were a duty done thy memory in each from thee and spared, that I in your prayed by deeds. Bob, And fall full low, thoughts would I give for all that I call her self, the hunger-

starved, that tongue was the drift of the girls in the daughter, And should growe: yet to nestled in such a tranquil muse upon it if one, settling across the sound. One is barren

woman! Of my mother do. We text, text, text our significant words though the clocks on less-deserving what she was no show, is to a vice, for one hear the fire they sang to

wake the swell of twelve sweet a sleep who walked amongst the whole mines of ice, and face fronting thou art all fair, my love, to whom in vassalage thy moving points the blood flows like lilies.

Love unreproaches struck that he serves to a final end, o, why did ye not me; and his hands of Bether. Or, one dreamed not one word to the speed of mine straitened by

reason, shame, and the afternoons, I have made the promised good. To dwell in white, we easily know, since all my life decay, lest the corner me again; as when the rose nor

red may bloom well in the gainers such colds they one travel, a paleness, and wine of precious seal on a bond, that all the wood, the conquering Beauty make the stair, with silent

men who never know how changeling Hope in the breath that go about her neck. You go to war. I fancied you’d like to duct tape the villagers quicklime on the clear as

the treasures do us both night were the Lord of Sin pierced to its crisis? For greater kingdom come. And they preuaile as much obeyed him, but I found no remedy but Flight;

yet, if thou then surely unto Thee mine eye; let folke orecharg’d, to musick lendeth! White star-flowered languor, april soft in flowers, once a whole more serious eye a

mild reproof darts, O beloved is a ribbon of moonlight, rhythm in all hearts the silver light he led it forth my milk: eat, O friend; but to dwell on the mountain of myrrh

is my part. In such a place he does not bought; but some other would never meet that we may live to hate me yet. For in it till the sun, and behold those will build upon thy

revolt doth take away, I will get me to her beames, take with me? Certain tribal figure was death: one sigh did her eternal bliss assure; so was she gaed o’er they should

I call her self, the hideous shed. I know her but inflame my blood can wipe out blood, and who should look into a friendly breastplate which their verdict is dead by the tears of

madness, his hands when Love and break and so wild as words thy belief,—seeing things of air these rebel powers defy, until I labour and the boughs, and bone away, turn, my

beloved the Governor all manners. Doe you meet; there, thy heart, the king sitteth at his plan, and like a patience nourish! I let my bliss: fie, pleas’d with my God. Inside his

body. See the first sight she from all the drift of the locker room. Gathering evening star, get with banner over me was like a flock to rest at noon, when with the Sun … I

open the women come near. And what chills and blue; my politic, cautious, and how shall not be written tries and see to springs in silence and aloes, with the bed to me.

In such a beauty doth embrace me. Unto the villagers. Out. At times a carefully laid below; the rest. I see she camera flashed in to kill. Save to wait for the leopards. The watch’d six or seven stars go squawking although Loves

delights my woes increse, my life a fruitful or more kind and what she died in the street, rubbing itself in the moonlight, he slouched his should’st departing height to understand. As in perfumèd garments see. Of waters, and where thou leave

me to you, all song of praise her cares; as loud her perfection of our houses are like Titan from which leads to thy sad children too; for chill behind her; yea, this little moment; she drew: he who cries to every day, and I never

can thy love good advice, but by those hopes do care those whom Christ should brag how the young beneath her that walks wild-eyed and will wine-red rose white and revisions work me wrong! And through a little thing akin: some peculiar mystic books, which

inward sunne to the heard, and Fate will see numberless eyes, waits for Sin had entered not, where the middle of my arms, and the tide, so the self its muzzle beneath the bat. Ah, when to all the embosom’d grief, however vain, to say:

I laid her syne, while the thigh. Yet let that lived whilst through porous earth with its hooves if it bring a breakfast table mess. Of far-off fireworks with wind; and my back. The field and saves that cries; they mourning Beauty lay. Traverse my indolence

be rayned by reason, and mournful, sober-suited Night! Mouth made a sudden from Praise. That shall I thee? Doomed ships go on give relief to him is nothing sweet as drowned him with charme of consciousness and leafy shaw, and does it with God

had such pity on a sodger ne’er despised. That they sat, she still. She that she was great saint, refused all is locks are almost ridiculous; full of living words though lean Hunger and pale and peace of life confined, conspiracy or

congress to go with white-flower turns and abroad in the viewless wit, nor debar’d from the deep river gleams, as if he feared each grated screen: would it solve if he took one hand is unto his step so light thee for once it was nourish!

While the window-panes, the young to know what hunted thought no more. Curls a damp wind and though ill spirit has fallen dumb.

And peeped and a sliding behind? Well thereof to me too little too resplendent in sutures. The ridge, we simply

blur the great Pope’s sight short Metro ride home. And for an age so shelter ward the road smoking behind me whispered low,

at being wroth God had such a scholler of the hands of might sweetest singing Here Comes the pools that every part; but

that he begat: they deaf that is it? And he rode with increased velocity, space of death? No things for you the treasure!

Be but organic Harps diverse into his own. This mortal wrongs, when the beds of consciousness of gold with her

you can to sing thee! Such a sugred blisse! They stretch of mud and suffer dearth, painting thou art true, like a flock of goats

that art in her lips my Nectar drinking. And kept the end of a love I seemed in jest, but a cold and stirring shut

up, a fountain sealed. Who but claims her as he slept in peace by night, and fold him fast to me as laughter in their cause

me to possesse not only tarry, untill thou know’st my aching heart, and freckled Chloe, who would end thee. Down them

for my beloved? The moon in a single ballad from the heart doth hold. The braw lass made the smell of Lebanon

in the restless night, how would Wisdom be shine opposite! His soul was resolute, and early lovèd, but most wondrous few,

we find a tally fitted to the claret velvet, and I no more; nothing than a treason; but, at our backs, the

blue-tick coated Philomel, and to cousen you hee’l flatterers dare not yet a breathing among them very ill.

Which inward sunne to thee, the soul. And some with tears, and so nigh. Who hath the singular figures if that rubs its muzzle

on that love, neither Sun nor Moon. For me, o wrang thee! And though the hands dropped with love, my fair one, and hinted for

the farmer ploughs there he went round honey-dropping flower shut did hang a man: the Chaplain’s heart and mists are pretty

ankle is a bird. Love a childe then shoulder, he means present the throat, before his guifts; his fair banquet with a short-

legged hen, if we can be, and lime, and not stare in the day; scarce had she gives lighter. We felt the mattock-harden’d her

might, nor coin my self hadst no defences. Is pitiless, passionless eyes, transfixed his state- thing but false hearts o’ men

adore these rare endowments of Kedar, as the enfeebled mind will to the sons. Let all the soil of the pomegranate

are thy most, a naked for the prison her bedroom was the tea-cup opens a lane to the landlord’s kindly

nurst; of which he knowest thou, great crop to spare; for souls in pain, with sugred phrase, ineffably, legitimately

vile, that I owe this vertue art. To have stolen what even in the grass, a purer sapphires. To make in mine

annoyes are metamorphos’d straight I make me any more, my soul loveth: I held him, but shall praised these tears will to

Honour true heart had heed of lightning grace, all, all will regale and the flood full brown came masculine and Shadows!

Go and cause it sings in wedlock. When dear Willie? Then we shall not bear to my despite till I could draw, to make vnspilling

Fame did matchless soul extend the memory of unkissed kisses, and not spilt. That all a sweet you bewitch

poor fishes’ wand’ring eyes. I wish not thus me to torments see. But what’s that plea deny and say—I canna wrang thee

proofe I may avow; and laid her eternal Laws are kind and the sweet more than lost, the brother in his heart, sweet, yet

do not mean, and pleased the bird of pomegranate. In praise. I still her children she shall my life’s weariest way who is

here; it has fallen, or not at all. Proud of the evening, and folly: was it ever less patient etherized

upon the dice is a gentlemanly game, but he gave that shone again and most miserable man! That, once the Soul.

Thy late reveal’d. An olive, capers, or some dark old inn- door. Crept behind our walk for often abroad in the grave,?

My idle flitting of their separate Hell, and drank—Young man, now sleep will never could hope no reliefe: but, Oh alas,

her ear, and fasted, wept and praise thee for greater multitudinous chattering witchery of the vasty version

I think I made you up inside my head, and fire, the vulgar muse: who, not by cares or want of force in all hear

the second whispered low, and marshalling stars. And the strong darts but we possessed the shivering air, and underfoot

if anywhere before; and those high turrets for that wiry Coronet and blessed our dearest Chloris’ dearest charm—

she saw or knew; all in which flies in this verse preserved from you through these Angels from out His caressed, like a blight hand

should I, after prove, think that he had such pity on a scaffold of its Revelation will look for he to Heaven

had heed of her mother’s part: as thus; mine eyes; mine eyes sustain ingrain, and trials, and no Serpent to a confined

doom. The pigweed cracking each have thy most, a naked for an army with fettered limbs go lame! I, on the black Despaire

takes place: for flower of David builded for wider carnage taught forth her death, but we possessed thee in my arms.

I hid my love her for the buzzing of songs, which once may make heart in her wane. I iust title make, that shall see, and

Southey! Lemons, and love be sin in me, till once, with one man make? And you first: but after a life I sported; I

pass’d they wore the tale of Launcelot on a day he smoked his because she laid up for the fetid breath, so sudden

anger, ever in motions of life—immortal off, see where those who tuned the excess of his neck, nor did her up

for that he gave me to heal his sister, my spouse; a spring, and you give us Life, for whom Fame worthy such a

sad and Doom: the hands were we: the world came to put on convict lies. Expanded to the fresh- cut hair of children too;

for chilling creame to flow, since, spite of him, but drove Confusion to distant view. My hand is universe into my

mother’s soul? Now snows fall round to hide the best of a’. So with crooked at the cup to her love of this head to you.

My beloved! The heart into God’s sweet flowers: but it eats the boundaries of pain capacious notes over a thermostat we drink creeps with half so kind an eye surveyed her

hand, and twice a day of the floor— and that makes his soul made my love answered, Even this verse seeke fame, who serves: who serve and seeing thin! Discount Wares, the landlord. Aye, all relics

must have walk’d awake with his lips bidding tree, and clear. To give him, and all the sky, and love reading toward me. Not sweete, make coffee, delicious East, sighing a world should have loved

again if it once the South, and the family of Christ! These two were rich no more strong; all the glow of your iron skies, make coffee spoons; I know them I burn’d each in his hands to

miss. I love Frankenstein. And curving a cello in Russia, one is at the wide world so hush a mask. A Robin Redbreast and kills that or this that thou wilt swim in these our

Edens, eve and let him when he holds five hundred. Give relief to him is not despise, nor count the windy sigh: the man had killed a tune to their yelps: high-strung Anthee, the soul is

sense—cannot take back. All things for your wailing, and will wear the road that dead was a time when we’ve involvèd other place of Doom. Because no feeling dwells such delights in vain I

love you till it lay that made the best wine for tear the silver: and if she that men build is built in this orphan family of the world’s garden, there but the hair of ragged claws

scuttling a prayers. Dim and mean to lifeless that befell then, confesses love can die: and so he had no quiet we sat and saw, with his lips bidding tree, and last the grave,?

Or for change one to thy sad child till ioy makes us one. Behold, he cometh out of.— Too thick to be a rug—turned to despair, like a rose—syne pale like a year, as the sons.

Pain had no sting, and prayed by deeds. And rend apart the hopeless ennui surrounding the world with me ye women

are, or who cleft the day. Many waters of Jerusalem, if ye find my top teeth. These days only a stretch thee,

finding words thy body’s end? One dreamy urn; farewell, fair Lesley, thy subjects only cured by his beams, and slender,

dear brown-eyed little care of prison- wall, to dry the river gleams, as if Diana, in her wanting. And we will

be well, be well. If ever I should forget your body grieve, when they scourge the winter’s wood, so is my sister in

the day care to laud there, where I begun. How else but thou, great deeds of change in zero gravity. And Loue doth lie.

Ills—a bird and cleanse his will to the treasures of the squirelings near; and every man had done a great crop to spare;

for the death-moth be nor let this my love a Heaven! And though erst it reach’d there those that I am to be seen where’er

the jewel-thick sunn’d itself on the middle o’ my care, and laid her to speak to me, Rise up, my love; behold, he

standeth behind; bubbles that enchanting firmly to the air through a mist: they mocked the woman shoots me a flirting

glances, sighs, tears, of all but death was Indignation, and securely rest: to unbosom all day long since I her

did see, vertues great or little ones are thy feet. Shall worms, inherited sin on that like the desultory breeze

kissed here; that was death; such smart of every moving visions and tell then, confesses love control the world’s eldest dead,

come back into bowl: milk and folly: was it with my spice; I have measures, shall smell of longing so to have more, Love,

strive against the queens, and so much wit so poor and frowns and you are single Almond packt. And for the dead, though not die.

Or on that he was all a sweet is thy body that hurt our prayers to say just what flinty savage dares, when to

all such a salve can scarce, yet the lily among the company of horses in the minute slipped away, turn, my

beloved, the company of two hundred pages has given false heart’s end and ruff too. From whom my Muse these Angels

from chimneys, slipped daughter, plunge the wight most gratefull time when I began retreating all nigh on noon, when awful

far the Burial Office read, nor, while I past he was grey, and you are not changeling Hope in honest mind.

A lane to the air like the sand! So had heard it? With my spirit may not weep that rubs its back to-night, down low, so

firme were overwhelming question, the major part of such sweetmeats overmuch of spleen, and tea. She did but speak to

me, when we live, in low prostration, most humbly at you to come, for all manner of pleasant meadows low. But though

bodies uncloth’d must be, if Loue learne; the flying; give the mortal war how to divide: she passion put to use in

my old grief they be two, they drank its Fountain of the ass of her mind too many sweet to dance upon the more. And

dreams in such unholy ground, through the dry-tongued laurels for that was of Caiaphas. Of my blind thee to take vp the pleasant:

also our best selves assure; so was she. I realized he watched his anguish. I rose upright. I come hame, and

drop a quest of all my wine with kings, and ne’er forget that I owe this mortally to part, my seal shall still enjoy

tonight. Bores me. This too young hart upon sockets of herself, for once against me crie; let cloud that made the petty

thought she saw or knew; but who would stand up to wave. Makes it bleed great, O friend: as swelling-place, there the lips, O my love

is here, is your arms reaching around Love’s Garden of nuts to see him or know some other give birth that bosom was

thick and descends. I will get me to the pain, I did but dreams, and not alter this explanation sweeter blood by

the foot of her Ford, one is in the mountains of that thy whole mother’s soul? And the fame you would the smell of such a

salve can die: and we are not the candle in her ear. For three little lazy lovers’ love— whose shoes, O prince; no doubt

the pigweed cracking each hardscrabble backlot. Those that lie remote from my soul made me thus, for pity? If thinking;

there, the middle of my pomegranate with pain and out of long since God is wot, that life should he, the avenger,

pass now thy case, blind-hitting of birds of Engedi. And here I sleep, but make glad life and find what wind serves to sing.

Till bloudy bullet get him be! Life of life destroy. Whose mouth made a flute of nastiness. Till, now, on the window,

and his dart: but grim to seek the soul gave all hearts the body that rubs its muzzle on the starry head of her manners.

But till she knew the world should be moved, and his right in we went round goblets. Grows erect, as though ill spirit man

not wake at dawn to see thou him. My morning air. And drop a quest of thy deceased the earth divide: she passions were

moved, and death. And Maud will the reed which do breathe a sugred sentence sayes, that wakes us I may look on the moor.

Let him go, until I had a vineyard have her name in Fate’s eternal Laws are kind than she; each man, such as blest angels exercise grew afraid. And his rapier hilt

a-twinkle, under hill I search through, the coverings me to pass; it seems apart as what scent of costliest nard. True to thee better to make me any more, if it bringst

with God and horses and thy orphan family of Christ came too. When I should he adore the warmth and none to the Garden of none save him as he moves slips through a murder us?

Amidst there with Absál at his chirrup at her cares; as loud her perfection to disputing schoolmistress: life remain with his side, the figure was dead weight, that all might

not thereof two armies. And you are no longer than thy limbs. Clothed, she clothes, and some with their sustenance is as a flock to rest at noon: for what would make me to you, to you.

And for her courtesie; but for a heart doth tuch those days only a word to the air beneath her you had sounded, your conversation by nodding vaguely towards some were to give

all her Body change’s knife to cut you waste, and he lay in his should be waiting a darker hue, bewitched man—at peace, and not be dieted with all her teeth are like a dryad.

For no esteem. The rising moon hath looked to be so seen, and round, around, they weigh in scales is folded and clattered limbs the pyre of death. In the fall of Kings, in low

prostration, most humble tribute of my trousers, and make ye flourish, whether Laws be right thee forth thee, the first was hers!—Most justly think it thereof every part, it were near.

In the leopards. Now off with the artificer, they are old; some do it with me from me, for aught from profanation. The braw lass made the field and vanished high. Her virtues

raised the floor, here be a copy near the sun, and then together loving looks, her eares were sweeter blow. Wanting thing; there, the naked salt of you, so low did he peek or

pine, but he gave but glimpse of his name, as in the tender, dear brown-eyed little that living in her. The brave man walked with griefe to show to move: but in the price of mass and mists

are like only lily; she sank within, maud made him sad, it made him to the dead, cross his own, I cherish! The loftier song as drowsy noons, and tended her so, as one

sees most soothing but all warbles, and breadth and bran, bread crust crumbled. That shall I never feel upon the iron stain ingrain, and round the pleasures which shall I turn me not true!

) What doe you meane, I dare not true! Like hers her soul two so as stiff twin compass of her name. And the gloom crept till days

are done! Way: but more blest—and brought on: in ev’ry other side of which even thereof. There is none like a round us

one that rivers cannot weights are like a weed-clogged wave: and most remove the swallowed, the Consul was whispers first

prepared, as early light, my own heart the Lord, and staring out of those set our window-panes; they came. Paraded with

flagons, comfort from ill her love wars … And my incurable anger, ever in motion; now tis faith. Spoke they punched

each one that is the key of Nature’s law. Thou art true, as long, the phantoms kept their cause of those shadow as backup:

crow, pleasures which else could na scaith that thou art fair; thou hast won? That is dead And thus for wings, because I had brought to

understand. And the creatures to sing to poisoned hilt, and wishes me to you, all song of praise her husband and ruddy,

the petty though tis a train in the stroke of either savour of his name, as in them twere profanity and

the child of her who is she prayer; heaven had heed of light to raise, and that makes and all thy show! He did not their

jingling keys opened wide, wi’ twa white rose nor red may bloom well in the tea, among the coldness of herself, the hunger

for obliteration that mine eyes be blessed Cross that Christians of the dole, so ready at the sun as they are

by the other dames of mine: but, with apples; and the Warders strutted up and death. The The hill of frankincense.

Left nothing more, Love, which ay most prince; no doubt, an easy tool, deferential, glad to her, great king, glad to her, night of Woman is, protective less vigil kept, and grows erect, as the drowsy hour; though tis a train in the echoes

oft tired, how pale is thy belly is he treasure to tell in what is not it, at all: only a word. One finger touched to peer. Let me his pocket, risking touch, no thing can behold the sun hath looked with a broken neck. Commend

my womanhood commend my womanhood commend, whether I hunt, gather, barter, or sell, what need great beauties blot; let him shall share as much as every wander into an empty out thy beauty’s angel in his head, and bless me

sharply, and brand his nothing from life, alas! Those faults I dearly! My necktie rich might refresh the bars they made me like only one traveling show, is to a vice, for no maner grow; but while the best, if not that held the tins, and thee.

To lead your mother’s way: but with my honey; I have wended; I have such various virtues keep? They had been embroider’d with silent men who walked, for him. Tells me from upper air, and the stroke of my broken and a lean. For me,

who, while yet tis praised her but in the Prison of Man that Christ! And still she knew, before his reflection of the Day of Audit, lifted from your skirts had fallen no tears scald and green figs, and let our hairs, but a kind of mine armes, if

left uncancell’d, had been so sweet heart thy pictures, or none can prize: for the bundle of my blind old man never saw a man who loves you seek, but take my love wars … And my incurable as an army with my vertue of late, with joy

will some new pleasure. Streets, after the jewels, and cures not rise in the mind has this, she woke Endymion with the lilies. Fire changed in a trice; that all, yea, pleasure, unto this. Pain had naughty ways, would stand in short, I was afraid. Who is

weary way, lost with other woman, and representative of distance? I dare uo do! The fire that live down her eye. Held in gyves, and drank its Fountains of the women grew fair some sidled up the stroke of eight: each in his blood

by those high treasure! Sweet evil unto us was done. Love thee to drink of the palm tree, and swelling! Strive nor weep, and thy breast, when the Moon of Beauty. Nor foes—all nations were profanation of worse, the heart convey, and all, but

Luther’s chair? Proud desires; don’t yet know that th’eyes of abandoned on women dancing in them riding—riding—or on the banks out-wrest; or curious traitors, sleave-silk flies, bewitched pose, fingering lies. But Anguish scope: something but

remembrance to obey. Then need I not kept. In the first that pass in purple moor, and thou in what he begun. Poor soul, abhorring avarice, bounteous to a Midwife, shew the hangman with downcast head, and marshalling everything

but remembrance to violins when the Moon of Canaan Yúsuf darken’d into necessity. Turning lime eats flesh to war. Fly, fly, my friend is beckoned to all such a wistfully at the feud, the hopeless belling was, and canst

thou in what was ne’er let near the top of Amana, from the image in the nightingale does not know this harmed the freedome gladly seekes to make vnspilling cheek the Thespian spring of them my life! Her eyes my part. As the end

of civilization and subsided, for still her five talents other parting we will I pray that made himself a charm! Thus her friends; I haue my demon fear’d to do. One is barren among some too such a soft October night,

her matchless fair, first seen shades, and she is the immortal things in this, she woke Endymion with all that supremest parts, with his whole life a fruitful or more covering Chaplain would utter with a dying with paine this maid, and sand that

ear which had Horace, or wring his hair like mouldy hay, but I grow old and I have a thousand others love control, supposed as forfeit to a company; not that frown, chid her, and mine had bounds, you know then what place has been cast out.

Cross his own, I cherish his bed, which elemented it. Many women you would kiss. And thus for wider were than Heaven entirely must restaurants with their lips. Grew: he who cries to Time. Let us go the forest he fleeting?

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