#early meadow-rue

[vandaliatraveler]

A few mementos from a short hike on the Virgin Hemlock Tail this morning. Cold, damp weather has settled into NC West Virginia, but any rain is welcome following an unusually dry winter and spring (opposite of the West Coast). From top: the ever balletic but stinky red trillium (Trillium erectum); long-spurred violet (Viola rostrata); wood anemone (Anemone quinquefolia), longing for a burst of sun to open its flowers; trailing arbutus (Epigaea repens), a ground-hugging shrub in the heath family; early meadow-rue (Thalictrum dioicum); and an Eastern red-backed salamander (Plethodon cinereus), a terrestrial salamander of rich, damp mountain woods.

[oh-he-grows]

Today I put on my rainjacket and planted all 80 of my mostly native perennials that I picked up this week! This is what it looks like to rip up your lawn and go native! I was under pressure to get these all in today since it's going to rain all week and I didn't want these plants to stay in pots longer than they had to.

It still needs to be more leveled, topdressed with compost, and mulched with decomposed woodchips, and there's still plenty of cleanup left- but at least everything is in the ground.

If I had a few months and a few extra tarps I could have waited to smother or solarize all the grass, which would have been much less intensive on my part, but I took to it with an electric cultivator and a Root Slayer shovel. I'm very sore and tired now, but also very proud of the work I've done and excited for next spring.

Full list of plants: Coneflower (white, purple, orange), Autumn Fire Sedum, Pink Biennial Guara, Eastern Columbine, Agastache, Tall Meadow Rue, Heuchera, Summersweet (Clethra Alnifolia, lining the entire area), Pink Muhly Grass, Appalachian Barbara's Buttons, Allegheny Onion, Sweet Shrub, Itea Virginica, Oak Leaf Hydrangea, Coreopsis, Early Goldenrod, Woodland Phlox, a bay laurel, and a single knock out rose.

[cedar-glade]

Mudstone conglomerate Pt1 Little Miami River

Thalictrum dioicum, Toxicodendron radicans, Sedum ternatum, Dolomedes albineus, and a very large amount of Dermatocarpon muhlenbergii.

I fully expect all of these plants/ spider/ and lichen to be common on rock features like this since it's perfect stable rocky habitat that experiences fairly wet conditions seasonally or rather gets sprayed occasionally, The level of disturbance is some what high in many cases but is variable with each one of these species. Poison ivy for example favors dryness and so does the early meadow rue growing with it but occasional removal of shade species near it is beneficial, Ide say the woodland stone crop prefers similar habit, and is most likely caused by missing these three species some how but flooding around them. The fishing spider cavity was actually near the high water mark on that rock and the rock was littered with them, this was just the only one with it's legs exposed. As for Muhlenberg's stipple back it loves spray and seasonally submerged systems of stable rocky habitat, where as sandstone stippleback/brook is a semi submerged obligate that needs near constant spraying and the white stipple back needs dry rocky habit only.

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

My Garden Flowers Part 2

All photos mine. The narrow-leaved sundrops photo is edited for colour since the camera apparently can't reproduce that intense of a yellow. Neither can any Photopea editing, but at least it's closer. It's the bright of highlighter yellow but more golden.

In order of appearance:

031. Philadelphia fleabane (Erigeron philadelphicus) A welcome "weed" I couldn't find available at any of the native plant places in Ontario (one in Manitoba carried it but it wasn't available) but she planted herself.

032. Canadian Lettuce (Lactuca canadensis) Another welcome "weed" that sadly didn't manage to reseed, but maybe one will turn up again.

033-034. Jack-in-the-Pulpit male and female flowers (Arisaema triphyllum) The male has one leaf set while the female has two. The babies only have a leafset and no flowers for the first couple years of their lives. Then they reach sexual maturity as males, the next year they'll be female and switch back and forth until the end of their lives.

035. Early Meadow Rue (Thalictrum dioicum) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. She's new. Hopefully next year.

036. Creeping Oregon Grape (Mahonia repens) First they gave me a non-native cinquefoil but thankfully rectified it by giving me two of these when I'd only ordered one. They've flowered before, but never so profusely as they both have this spring, and there are a number of berries ripening! They also made a baby from previous years, or else one of them suckered.

037. Three-Leaved Coneflower (Rudbeckia triloba) So...I planted her. She died. I swear she died, like root and all, she did not make the winter. Didn't come up in the spring. But now she is in several places! Managed to reseed herself? Perhaps. I don't recall that she flowered the year I planted her. Had dormant seeds in her pot with her? Coincidental present from squirrels? Either way, she's roughly in the spot I wanted her and is flowering well. Who cares how she got there?

038. Witherod Viburnum (Viburnum nudum cassinoides) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. Hopefully next year!

039. Purple Milkweed (Asclepias purpurascens) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. She's a new milkweed species for me! If she makes it through the summer and then the winter I should have more flowers to post in a year or two. :)

040. Rosy Pussytoes (Antennaria rosea) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. Surviving, though, which is saying something because not even weeds grow there. It's a very dry spot and I've been kind of neutred from watering. But I read that she likes dry and that spot is dry. So good luck to her.

041. Prairie Alumroot (Heuchera richardsonii) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. Also surviving in said very dry area.

042. Ramps (Allium tricoccum) I really hope her seeds made baby ramps! They only flower after reaching maturity at seven years, which is why it's bad when people come and uproot the lot of them. And I mean, they taste nice but not where I understand why people do that.

043. Spicebush (Lindera benzoin) My native allspice substitute! Her berries are currently developing and will be red in the fall. Still hoping to attract spicebush swallowtails one day.

044. Bigleaf Lupine (Lupinus polyphyllus) Was supposed to be sundial lupine but definitely isn't. There is disagreement between VASCAN and the USDA over whether there is a single variant of one subspecies of L. polyphyllus that's native to Ontario. This one stays in my garden until that's settled. Anyway, she's a gorgeous plant but the reason to avoid intentionally planting it in Ontario is that it easily hybridizes with sundial lupine. The hairstreak caterpillar can only eat true sundial lupine leaves. I don't know if the variant that the USDA says is native is a misidentified hybrid (bad, but also doesn't seem like it because the variant listed by the USDA is Lupinus polyphyllus ssp. polyphyllus var. polyphyllus) or just a well-behaved variant (fine, just like there's a native subspecies of Phragmites australis). But again, I'll be leaving mine in until I learn for sure, and I won't be planting sundial lupine there to avoid hybridization.

045. Sweet Joe-Pyeweed (Eupatorium purpureum) Fuzzy flowers! She can get very tall. I'm also finding out she's a slow spreader as there is an individual nearby that I didn't plant.

046. Tall Bluebells (Mertensia paniculata) She survived several years and seemed to do well, but she didn't come up this spring. I'll need to get another one and try a spot that's not quite so tough.

047. Poke Milkweed (Asclepias exaltata) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. But this is her second year, so to judge by some of my other species she should do it next year!

048. Narrow-Leaved Sundrops (Oenothera fruticosa) No flowers I've seen are as intensely yellow as those in this genus, and narrow-leaved sundrops and evening primrose in particular seem to just glow.

049. Cup Plant (Silphium perfoliatum) The coolest part of this plant is in the name: the bases of her leaf stalks wrap around the flower stalk to make cups at the joints. Water settles there and birds come to drink. I haven't seen this happen yet, but I'm waiting. The flowers, however, are quite sizable, very pretty, and attract lots of bees. She gets tall like some common sunflower cultivars.

050. Canada Violet (Viola canadensis) She barely came back this year after doing well for several. I think it was just a dry winter, but the point is for them to be able to survive all seasons any year, so I'm going to try somewhere else.

051. Stinging Nettle (Urtica gracilis) I'm assuming, anyway. She planted herself in my garden at my former apartment and I potted and took her with me when I moved. She's been doing okay. And bitey. She's very bitey.

052. Zigzag Goldenrod (Solidago flexicaulis) I didn't plant that, so free native plant for me! She's also made babies.

053. Cutleaf Coneflower (Rudbeckia laciniata) Finally flowering this year!

054. Lowbush Blueberry (Vaccinium angustifolium) Not pictured as I haven't got pictures yet.

055. Highbush Blueberry (Vaccinium corymbosum) A cultivar, though I can't remember which. I try to avoid cultivars and get the wild type if I can, but it's not always possible and not all cultivars are bad.

056. Lance Selfheal (Prunella vulgaris lanceolata) Selfheal is a common garden weed but unobtrusive and makes cute purple flowers. Not to mention edible and medicinal uses! This one is the subspecies native to Ontario proper, whereas her close cousin is common up here but apparently only native to the northeastern United States bordering southern Ontario.

057. Dense Blazing Star (Liatris spicata) She's fuzzy. She's magenta purple. Bees love her. She's perfect.

058. Fairy Candle (Actaea racemosa) She's related to the baneberries and is herself poisonous but she does have some limited edible uses. And her delicate white flowerheads are lovely.

059. Star-Flowered Onion (Allium stellata) So glad I was able to get her before the place that sold her stopped shipping to my province. No one in my province carries this! But she is native, I have her, and she is an ever green plant that simply resumes growth as soon as the snow melts.

060. Wood Violet (Viola sororia) Other than V. odorata, which is invasive in North America, if you see the classic blue, purple, and white violets growing everywhere in the spring in North America it's probably this species. Yes, violets can actually be blue! Not the sky blue of forgetmenots, dayflowers, or bluebells, or the deep blue of lobelias, but blue.

[bonefall]

how would the clan cats go about getting an abortion

The safest option would be to go to term and find parents for the kits-- something the Queen's Rights allow.

Herbal abortions are not like modern medical abortions. Mifeprestone and other drugs like it are practically miraculous and birth control massively changed our society. Keep this in mind.

These are also for early-term abortions. The longer the warrior waits, the less effective and more dangerous these treatments will be.

Rue (Ruta graveolens) can be found in England, particularly in twolegplaces. Clan cats will hate the smell of it, as it is often used as a feline repellent.

For American FanClans, there is Cotton Root (Gossypium herbaceum) bark. Cotton Root grows naturally in Africa but has been widely planted all over America and central Europe, and can be spun into fibers.

There are two types of Pennyroyal with similar chemical properties, the European Pennyroyal (Mentha pulegium) and American Pennyroyal (Hedeoma pulegioides)

Like rue and all other herbal abortificants, these are a poison in an uncontrolled dose. Please do not portray your Warrior self-medicating; a Cleric must be involved for safety reasons.

Short list and proper growing conditions for each herb previously mentioned;

Rue: Twolegplaces, hot and dry conditions

Cotton Root: Climates without frosty winters. Full sun and average soil, neither swampy nor dry.

Pennyroyal, European: Damp meadows, agricultural pest in farm fields, next to roads, and near bodies of water. Easy to find because it is too poisonous to be grazed.

Pennyroyal, American: "Grows anywhere grass cannot." Rocky soils, near water, barren fields, etc.

[neverfeltthewinterquitesodead]

thalictrum dioicum early meadow rue albert fw vick jr, 1988, lady bird johnson wildflower center

[nerdyqueerandjewish]

I got some (MN) native plants to get me started on the woodland garden. I was specifically looking for plants that do well in moist, at least partly shaded areas, except a few on the edge, like the New Jersey tea will get more sun

- ostrich fern (which i didn’t realize was fiddlehead fern so once it’s established I can even eat some of the heads coming up!)

- common ladyfern

- wild ginger

-red columbine

- leafy satin grass

- zig zag goldenrod

- early meadow rue

- short aster

- New Jersey tea

[wendyeve24]

Up To Heaven and Down To Hell

Chapter 7: Smoke on The Water (Part 2)

(Please take heed to the warnings and please know that there is a lot of smut in this chapter. Also Ashtray and Gia are both sixteen by the way. Anyways, please enjoy Part 2! Part 3 is going to be posted next!)

Virginia was beautiful. Lexi and Fezco had been in Ethan's VW Beetle Bus with their friends and family for hours. They had decided to have everyone come along with them to unwind after such a horrible time in Cincinnati.

Everyone else was arranged to stay at a nearby motel while Ethan drove Lexi and Fez to check out the farm.

"Alright, we're at the motel! Everybody who isn't Lexi and Fez can see their way out before I take them to the farm." Ethan said with a smile.

"Drive safe, babe." Kat said as she kissed him and got off of the bus.

"Finally, we're here." Maddy said as she rolled her eyes and put her sunglasses on as she strutted off the bus.

"Thank God! My ass is asleep." Elliot said.

Jules and Rue couldn't help but stare at Elliot's ass in his bell bottoms as he got out of his seat, the two of them following him, not realizing they were both staring at the rockstar's ass the entire time.

"You kids be careful." Marie warned.

"We will, Marie." Lexi replied.

Ali helped Leslie off of the bus while Gia and Ashtray were still talking in the back.

"Y'all gonna get off the bus or are y'all comin' with us?" Fez asked with a raised brow.

"Alright, we're gettin' off the fuckin' bus. Damn." Ash said as he grabbed Gia's hand and the two of them left the bus together.

"I wanna see some cows!" Faye said excitedly.

"I don't have a cow, but I got somethin' you can milk..." Custer said as he started to tickle Faye before she playfully ran off the bus in a fit of laughter as he playfully howled and chased her.

"I hope she don't get pregnant next." Fez said.

"Yeah, let's hope not."

Ethan turned around in the driver's seat.

"I think we have one more passenger, you guys." He mentioned.

"Mom!" Lexi went to the part of the bus where her mother was asleep with an empty can of beer in her hand.

"Uh, Fez can you-"

"I gotchu."

Fez helped carry Suze off of the bus and handed her over to Ali and Leslie who had offered to keep an eye on her.

"Thank you Mrs. Bennett." Lexi said.

"Anytime Lexi." She replied.

"Alright, you two ready to check out the farm?" Ethan asked as Fez and Lexi got back on the bus.

"Yup!" Lexi replied.

The bus started to move again and Ethan turned the radio on as he got to the highway.

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John blasted through the radio speakers as Lexi and Fez looked out of the window and saw nothing but fields of golden wheat around them on the highway as they got closer to the farm.

Ethan pulled up on a back road and drove down the dusty path, the fields of wheat dissipated and rolling green hills with a meadow of fresh daisies and dandelions surrounded them. A field of sunflowers was nearby as well as Ethan pulled up to the farm house.

"It's absolutely gorgeous here." Lexi said in awe of the lush greenery surrounding them.

"I think the temporary grounds keeper has been keeping this place neat for a bit. That's why it looks so tidy. He called me early this morning before we left Cincinnati and he told me that he left instructions on how to take care of the grounds here. He's got a new job out in the Midwest somewhere and so he won't be taking care of this place anymore. You two will be in charge since it's gonna be your place." Ethan said.

"We can't thank you enough Ethan. We gon' keep this place in tip top shape, man. Don't you worry bout that. It's the least we can do since you literally are givin' us a new start." Fez replied.

"No problem, man. No problem at all. Alright, let me show you around." Ethan said as he parked the bus on the dusty pathway before getting out, Lexi and Fez followed him.

He showed them the farm house first. There were rustic wooden walls, empty picture frames, pristine yellow countertops, the kitchen had white linoleum floors and white appliances. The living room was small but had a dark brown couch, a yellow lamp, floral curtains at the window, white shag carpeted floors, a TV, and a radio. The master bedroom was pretty sizeable, it had a big bed with floral sheets, a gold colored railing headboard, a radio, some small closet space, wooden floorboards, and the other two bedrooms had a similar look but with smaller beds. The windows in each bedroom looked as if it had been cleaned recently. The two bathrooms were white, shiny, small yet spotless.

"So, what do you guys think?"

"I love it. What about you Fez?" Lexi said.

"I think it's the best fuckin' house I've seen." Fez said honestly.

"Oh, I'm glad you like it! Alright, we're gonna go out on the back patio here and right through that white picket fence gate is a path that leads us to the barn, a coop, a pig pen and a field of cows, goats and sheep." Ethan explained as he led them to the back portion of the property.

They didn't walk too far, but when they got near the barn, they saw a green tractor, a plough, a freshly tilled field, a green pasture with a few cows, goats and some sheep, the chicken coop was on the opposite side where the chickens were clucking as they saw Lexi, Fez and Ethan walk past the closed and latched coop, the pigs were across the way from the chickens and were oinking and rolling around in the mud happily.

There was a water well near the barn with a bucket.

Ethan opened the huge red barn doors and there was bails of hay, a wagon, a couple of horses, farming tools, buckets, wooden stools, gardening tools, and pitchforks. There were saddles near the horse pens as well.

After petting the horses and brushing them a bit, Fez and Lexi were led back to the farm where Ethan pointed out a wooden door attached to the back of the house, he opened it and there were concrete stairs below leading under the house.

"And this is your pantry." He said.

There was shelves of food in jars, mostly pickled foodstuffs and there were boxes of empty mason jars. Cans of preserved food and a bag full of packaged seeds. The pantry was dusty and only had one light source which was the dangling light bulb from the ceiling, but it was quaint. In the corner was a sack of potatoes and on the opposite side of the wall was a metal box with dials and a red lever on it.

"What the fuck is that?" Fez asked as he pointed it out.

"That my friend, is the backup generator. Only use it when you have emergencies and genuinely need the power to be on. I have to warn you, the location of this place is pretty damn close to Virginia's Tornado Alley, so if you ever see some Tornado watch or warning on your TV or hear it on your radio, get down here, lock that pantry door, hunker down and turn that generator on immediately." Ethan instructed.

"Yeah, I gotchu." Fez said as he nodded.

They all went back upstairs and walked back down the dusty path to get back to Ethan's bus.

"There's a general store a couple of minutes north of here. It's pretty standalone, so you won't miss it."

"Thank you so much Ethan. How can we ever repay you?" Lexi asked.

"No need. I've got everything I've ever wanted. So, are you both gonna get your bags and unpack and settle into your new home? Or did you wanna hop back onto the road with me and pick everybody up so they can see this place?" Ethan asked.

"I think Fez and I will stay here, settle in and everything." Lexi said.

"Sounds good. I'll be back with everyone depending on how slow or fast they decide to move." Ethan said as he got back into his bus.

Fez and Lexi got their stuff and set it down outside.

"Thanks man, drive safe!" Fez said as he waved at Ethan who waved back as he backed out of the dusty path and drove down the dirt road out of sight.

"I got all our stuff, ma." Fez said as he started carrying their suitcases up to the house.

"Really? You don't want me to carry anything?" Lexi asked concerned.

"Nah baby, I got everything. Only thing I want you to carry is our babies, ma."

Lexi giggled.

She could hear a baby goat in the back and after she was in the house with Fez who had closed and locked the door, Lexi looked out the back window to see the baby goat suckling from it's mother before it started crying again.

She turned and followed Fez to their bedroom where she unzipped her suitcase after he sat it down and started to put her clothes away in the nearby drawer.

Fez put his suitcase down and turned the radio on. The Beatles song I Want You (She's So Heavy) started to play. He then turned to look at his wife when he saw something.

"Lex?"

"Yeah?"

"Did... you get somethin' wet on your shirt?" Fez asked concerned as he looked at his wife.

"No? Why?" She asked confused before she looked down to see a wet patch where her nipples were.

"What the Hell?" She said as she rushed to the bathroom.

"Uh, baby? You need somethin'?" Fez asked.

"I... I don't know."

"Whatchu mean you don't know? What's goin' on, ma?"

Lexi emerged from the bathroom with her shirt off, her tits showing.

Fez smiled before realizing that her boobs had gotten bigger, they were fuller and... they were leaking milk.

"I'm lactating, Fez. Gosh, this is so-"

"Fuckin' sexy is what it is."

"You... you think it's... you think it's sexy?"

"Ain't nothin' sexier than us bein' on this farm alone for the first time, and you makin' milk Lexi." Fez said with a sensual look on his face as he approached her.

"Hmmm... you know... we haven't celebrated the fact we're having triplets yet... and we're in our new place..." Lexi said thoughtfully with a grin.

Fez started taking his clothes off before he kissed Lexi.

"Let's christen our new home, baby. And let's celebrate." He said after the kiss was broken.

Lexi took her bell bottoms and panties off before Fez lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he leaned her against the wall, her back against the wall and arching as she felt him start to suckle her left boob, drinking her milk.

"Fezco! Oh!" Lexi moaned as she leaned her head back against the wall, crying out as she felt her husband take her left boob in his hand and squeeze her milk into his mouth.

He swallowed it all, some of her milk dripping down his beard before he took her right boob into his mouth and suckled her.

"Oh Fez! Harder! Oh suck it harder, please!?" Lexi begged as her hand was against the back of his head.

He suckled her harder which only made her cries louder.

After a few minutes, he let her tit go with a pop before he held her in his arms, carrying her downstairs to the dining room.

"Fez? Where are we going?"

"I told you, I wanna christen the house." He replied as he sat her down on the edge of the table.

"Oh, baby... here?"

"Any surface in this place I can get you on." He said with a smirk before he teased her pussy with his cock, rubbing it against her wetness.

"Oh fuck! Fez... please don't tease me! I'm so sensitive today..." Lexi whimpered.

"The more sensitive you are baby, the better it is." He replied before entering her.

She was wet and tight... tighter than usual. He rubbed her clit a bit and she shivered in pleasure.

She definitely wasn't lying, she was really sensitive today.

"Fuck! So fuckin' tight baby... ooh shit!" Fez cried out before he started thrusting in and out of her.

"God yes! Fez! Ohhhh!" Lexi moaned as her toes curled as she felt him move inside of her.

Fezco thrust into his wife at a steady pace before moaning into her neck.

"Mama takin' Papa's cock so fuckin' well." He grunted.

"Ooh honey! Yes! Ah... Fez...?" She panted out.

"Yeah... baby, mmm fuck! W-What is it?" He said as he kept thrusting.

"Couch... take me to the couch... want you to eat me out." She whimpered.

"You fuckin' fearless Lexi. C'mere girl." Fez said breathlessly as he held her and carried her to the couch, setting her down gently and pulling out of her. He then spread her legs wide as he got down on his knees, tonguing her wet pussy and flicking her clit with his tongue, his wet beard tickling her perineum.

"Oh fuck! Fez!" Lexi cried out.

More milk began leaking from her breasts due to how turned on she was.

He stuck his tongue into her opening before pinching her wet milk covered nipples.

Lexi bucked her hips so his tongue could hit against her insides.

"Mmm..." Fez moaned into her pussy which only made her moan more.

"Oh Fez! Oh baby! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Lexi cried out.

Before she came, Fez took his tongue out of her pussy and replaced it with his wet milk covered fingers as his tongue licked a stripe downwards to her asshole.

"Oh Fez! Lick me right there! Don't stop!" Lexi cried out as her husband kept eating her ass and fingering her pussy.

"Fuck! I'm cumming!" Lexi sobbed at how amazing it felt before she ended up having her orgasm, her body shaking with pleasure as she finally came hard.

After she was finished cumming, she took a breath. She wanted Fez to cum too.

"You liked that, ma? Want me to eat your ass more often?" He asked with a smile and a raised brow.

Lexi giggled.

"Yes... Oh God yes. That felt absolutely amazing, baby." She said as she put her legs down and kissed him.

"I wanna make you cum Fez. Come on." Lexi added as she got up and grabbed his hand. He stood up and followed her to the bathroom.

She got on her knees on the cold floor and started sucking his cock.

"Oh shit! Lexi!" Fez cried out as he felt his cock twitch in her mouth as she sucked him off.

He watched as she slobbered on his cock, her tits still leaking milk which only managed to turn him on even more.

"Yeah baby, just like that... Oh fuck!" Fez moaned.

Lexi took his cock into her throat for a bit before removing her mouth from it, stroking his cock with her hand instead.

She looked up at him.

"Fez... have you ever... uh... back there... I-"

Fez gave her a look of confusion before chuckling hard before coughing a bit.

"Lexi... you tryin' to ask me if I ever... had my ass ate before?"

"I... y-yeah..." Lexi said nervously.

"Nah. But... there's a first time for everything, ma." He said as he scratched the back of his head.

"Okay..." Lexi said as her husband kissed her and turned around, bracing himself against the bathroom countertop, sticking his ass out before feeling Lexi spread his cheeks.

"You sure you wanna try this, baby? It's my first time doin' this too."

"Yeah. I wanna try it... I wanna make you feel good, Fez."

She couldn't help but smile as she gazed at his hole before she decided to test things out with an experimental lick.

She heard a breathy moan come from his lips.

There wasn't much of a taste... but... licking her husband's ass... there was something so taboo yet sexy about it... and it made her want to keep going... but only if he wanted it.

"Did you like that?" She asked.

"Lexi... you fearless. Do it again baby." He requested, as he panted.

Lexi licked him up and down continuously this time, and she heard him moan as he bucked his hips and stroked his own cock.

She kept licking before she heard his moans of pleasure get louder.

"Oh... you really like it, don't you?" She asked with a smirk.

"Baby... get on this fuckin' sink. Now." Fez said breathlessly.

Lexi got up and did so, spreading her legs before Fez entered her.

"Shit!" Fez groaned.

"Fezco!" Lexi cried out.

Fez kept thrusting as their moans resounded throughout the bathroom.

"Cum for me baby! Come on!" Lexi moaned as she rubbed her clit.

"Fuckin' shit! I'm gonna cum baby!" Fez groaned before he felt his balls contract and his cock twitch inside of his wife before he shot his seed deep inside of her as she had her second orgasm.

"Fuck! Oh honey! Yes!" Lexi cried out as she came.

They were both breathless in the bathroom of their new home. Fez caught her lips in a kiss, she kissed back passionately.

Unfortunately their moment in the afterglow would be cut short due to their friends and family outside knocking on the front door to the house.

"Don't worry, I've got an extra key." Ethan said as Maddy stopped knocking on the door and stepped aside.

The front door opened and everyone was in awe about how quaint the place looked.

"Shit..." Fez peeked out from the bathroom door before closing it and locking it.

"Our clothes are upstairs!" Lexi said out of realization.

"Guess we gon' have to stay trapped in here until they go outside and explore the rest of the farm, ma. I ain't goin' out with my dick out and I for damn sure ain't lettin' nobody see you like this, Lex."

"But Fez we have to get our clothes, they're gonna know we're doing something without clothes and they're gonna put two and two together." Lexi said quietly.

"Shit, you're right. What do you think we should do?"

"There's towels under this sink right?" Lexi said as she quickly started to think.

"There is... Ohhhh... you wanna act like we just took a shower together and-"

"Yup. Wrap this towel around your junk and I've got the other towel." Lexi said as she opened the cabinet under the sink and handed a towel to Fez.

"Damn you're fuckin' smart." Fez said as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

The couple had soon wrapped themselves up and left the bathroom together.

"There you are! We were all looking for you guys! Hey! I found them! Told you I'd find them first! Gimme my twenty bucks Rue!" Jules said excitedly.

"Why the fuck are you both in towels?" Ash asked as he came back downstairs.

"We wanted to take a shower after a long ass trip, bro." Fez replied.

"You both fucked didn't you?" Rue asked.

Lexi blushed. She was glad her own mother was passed out somewhere drunk so she couldn't hear this conversation.

"Rue!" Leslie said.

"Mom, it's obvious!" Rue replied.

"Guess we got found out, huh Lex?" Fez said sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head.

"Were you both christening the house or some shit?" Maddy asked with a smirk as she gazed at them from her spot on the couch.

"And what if we did?" Fez asked with a raised brow.

"Y'all are fuckin' disgusting." Ash said.

"Sex isn't disgusting, Ash." Lexi said.

"Yeah, she right. Sex ain't disgustin' bro. You lucky that when we were christening the house, we didn't fuck in your room, man." Fez joked.

"Gross!" Ash yelled.

"Besides, one day you gonna be havin' sex and I bet you you ain't gon' think it's disgustin' then." Fez added.

"I'd rather become a goddamn monk." Ash retorted.

Gia couldn't help but giggle and shake her head before going out into the backyard to see the animals, and get away from the embarrassing conversation going on in the house.

Ash saw her, and glared at his brother.

"Anyways y'all are still fuckin' gross!" Ash said as he went outside.

"Okay, now since the kiddies are gone, where did y'all fuck?" Maddy asked.

"Maddy!" Kat chastised.

"We don't kiss and tell." Lexi responded.

"Oh it seems like there was way more going on than just kissing..." Elliot answered.

"You're one to fucking talk." Ali muttered.

"I agree with Elliot, spill the fucking beans!" Custer said before taking a hit from his lit joint.

"I'm goin' upstairs. I don't need ta hear this." Marie said as she quickly went upstairs.

"Y'all really wanna know that bad?" Fez asked their friends with an amused gaze.

"Actually, Marie! I'm coming with you!" Leslie called after her, running upstairs. Ali shook his head and wordlessly followed her.

Lexi was beet red at this point.

"God, do we wanna know?" Ethan asked.

"Hell yes, like of course we do. We asked. Duh." Faye replied.

All of their friends were waiting on the couple's answer.

"We... fucked... in the kitchen." Lexi finally admitted.

"Ooh kitchen sex, that's fun!" Maddy said.

"On the dining table..."

"We like, have to eat there! Cool." Faye said.

"In the bathroom." Fez said.

"Ah, standard... but still hot." Elliot said.

"On the sink."

"You fucked her on the sink!? Okay now that's hot!" Rue exclaimed.

"Where else?" Kat asked.

"In our bedroom against the wall."

Their friends nodded, impressed.

"And? Is that it? I hope that's it..." Ethan said.

"And... the couch." Lexi said with a smirk.

Maddy's smile immediately turned into a frown.

"What the fuck!? I'm sitting where you both fucked!? Ew! Damn! Your brother was right! Y'all are disgusting!" Maddy screamed as she immediately got off the couch as everyone burst out into a fit of laughter.

"Well, you guys asked..." Lexi responded with a smirk as she grabbed Fez's hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom so they could get their clothes back on.

Leslie came downstairs with Ali a second or so after Lexi and Fezco headed upstairs.

"Rue? Is Gia still outside?" Leslie asked.

"Uh, yeah I think so. Why?"

"Just wanted to make sure she doesn't get lost. This property is huge."

"I'll help you find her." Ali said.

"I think they went to the barn." Elliot said.

Leslie headed outside with Ali and went over to the barn.

They both heard rustling sounds as they entered the barn.

Ali grabbed a nearby pitchfork, just in case.

They approached the part of the barn where they heard the noises and went around the corner to confront whatever was making that noise when they screamed at what they saw...

"Mom!?" Gia yelped out in surprise.

"Gia!?"

Ash and Gia were in the hay in the barn, and Ash was on top of Gia.

"Uh... Hi Mrs. Bennett?" Ash said sheepishly before standing up immediately in the hay, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His pants undone and Gia's shirt was unbuttoned.

"I uh... I can... explain?" He said with a nervous chuckle as he saw a very pissed off Leslie Bennett in front of him, her hands on her hips.

Cassie had woken up... miraculously. She had a hangover and didn't remember anything from the previous night.

She woke up looking like Hell and she slid out of bed, her body hitting the floor with a loud thud.

"I'm sorry!" She said... to no one. It was the afternoon, Nate had left earlier for work and she was at home, hungover, horribly injured and left to clean up an extremely messy house.

Cassie somehow managed to get to her feet and limp downstairs. She had managed to get outside eventually, to the in-house doctor whose house was in the backyard. Thankfully, the doctor was in.

She knocked on the door a few times and he opened it in absolute shock and horror about how terrible Cassie looked.

"Come in Mrs. Jacobs. Please sit down, my god. What happened?" He said frantically.

"I... I can't-"

"Please, don't speak. Your neck it's horribly bruised. Your windpipe and vocal chords could be damaged." The doctor said.

He examined her from head to toe and gave her the medical attention she needed.

"My babies. Please... check on my babies." Cassie croaked out.

"Of course!"

The doctor fired up the ultrasound and hooked Cassie up to it in order to view the babies.

"Mrs. Jacobs... I... I'm so sorry. I thought there were two in there... but now, it seems to only be... one."

Cassie laid there on the medical table and brought her hands up to her face as she sobbed... she had known that something was wrong, but she hadn't even been able to trust herself to try to save her own babies... now, one of them was gone.

"Do you need me to call someone? I can tell your husband about this horrible tragedy... he must know about this as well-"

Cassie shook her head vigorously.

This was one huge thing that Cassie was intent on hiding from Nate... she knew that if Nate found out about this, her begging for him to kill her and his beatings he inflicted upon her the previous night would be nothing compared to what he would actually do if he did indeed find out about this... she knew that he'd definitely fucking kill her and make it look like an accident.

She was determined to hide this from him at all costs.

"Alright. I'll do what I can in order to have you be in less pain. Your other baby is doing perfectly fine however. You've definitely got a strong miracle child, Mrs. Jacobs. Whatever happened to you... your body is far stronger than you might think it is. Is there... anything else I can do to help you? I've... I've never known Mr. Jacobs to harm any woman but... he obviously did this to you... and I know it isn't my place but... do you need me to call someone to help you? It can be completely anonymous, he would never know."

Cassie was touched by how the doctor was willing to help... but she knew that there was no helping this situation, she needed to be perfect for Nate so he wouldn't do this to her again... she needed to please him wholly.

"If I need your help, I'll let you know." She croaked out as a few tears fell from her eyes.

Faye and Custer were exploring the pantry underneath the house with Fez and Lexi and everyone else... Leslie came over with Gia who had hay in her hair and Ashtray who had hay all over his pants with Ali in tow. She was very visibly upset.

"Marie! Fezco! Rue! Can I talk to you all please?" Leslie said urgently.

Faye looked towards the pantry entrance and started smoking a cigarette, this time she had Parliament Cigarettes, Custer had bought them for her at the motel.

"What's going on?" She asked in her naturally confused tone.

"No clue. Hey are those peppers in that mason jar?" Custer asked as he began looking at the jars.

Fez, Marie and Rue went up the stairs to talk to Leslie.

"What is it?" Marie asked.

"Your grandson, Ash was having a romp in the hay with Gia!" Leslie said.

"Ash! Bro! Is that true? I mean it looks like it is, since y'all both are fuckin' covered in hay..." Fez said with an incredulous look that evolved into a smirk as he looked at his brother.

Ashtray glared at Fez.

Rue started trying to pick some hay out of Gia's hair.

"We were just playing around mom!" Gia said.

Leslie shook her head.

"Alright, how bout we all cool our jets and regroup to talk about this?" Marie suggested.

"Fine." Leslie said as she walked away, frustrated.

"I need a fuckin' drink." Marie said as she walked away as well.

"Okay they're gone. Now tell us what the fuck happened?" Rue asked excitedly.

Gia took a deep breath before pulling her sister aside away from Fez and Ash.

"Ash and I... kissed."

Rue gasped.

"You little bitch! You guys only kissed, right?" She asked.

Gia nodded... though that wasn't the truth.

Gia and Ashtray had explored the barn. She had been enthralled with the horses and had been petting them when he had come up behind her and awkwardly gave her a back hug... though he had accidentally put his hands on her breasts... and though the moment was awkward, she didn't mind it... in fact she liked the feeling of his hands on her breasts.

Gia had turned around before Ash let her go, thinking he must have done something wrong, and if she punched him in the face right now he'd probably deserve it. But that punch in the face never came... instead Gia kissed Ash and though he was stunned as she kissed him, he liked the feeling of being kissed... and so he kissed her back. Their first kiss, in a barn... in Virginia... with horses staring at them.

Eventually the kiss had gotten heated and though neither of them knew what to do next, they knew that there was an unexplainable aching in their bodies that exuded heat and they wanted to soothe that ache with each other.

"Um... well? What do we... do?" Gia asked hesitantly.

"I... I dunno what to do next. I mean... I read Playboy Magazines and snuck into the theater to watch Deep Throat back in '72 but... this feels... different." Ashtray said.

"Well... what happened in that movie, maybe we could replicate it?" Gia said.

"Fuck if I remember, I was 11 and it was dark as shit in there. Nothin' but people either sittin' back watchin' in awe or tryin' to fuck in the theater seats. All I remember was some brunette chick with big tits in the movie kept suckin' dudes dicks." Ash replied.

Gia couldn't help but giggle.

"I don't have big tits and I don't know about sucking dick but... maybe we can try some stuff out? See what happens?" Gia suggested.

Ash nodded before kissing her again he then picked her up.

"Ooh! You're stronger than you look." She said with a giggle before he set her down in a pile of hay and started kissing her neck.

"You ain't got big tits, but they still perfect." Ash said before kissing her collarbone.

"Ash..." Gia moaned.

Ashtray grunted before running his hand along her waist and stomach before going up to her breasts.

"You had your hands there earlier, it felt really good." Gia said.

"I did?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Shit I-"

"It's okay, Ash. Touch me... please?"

He nodded and started to grope her breasts through her clothes.

Gia moaned.

"Feel good?" He asked.

"Yes!"

They kissed again and Ash was fully on top of Gia. He started to unbutton the buttons on her shirt so he could play with her breasts.

Gia had reached a hand to his crotch. Ash was hard.

She rubbed his clothed crotch with her hand before reaching to unbutton his pants.

The both of them were panting, their arousal strengthening with each passing second. Ash had even started grinding against her a bit, causing them both to release breathy moans. They were about to continue until Leslie and Ali had interrupted.

"And I'm still fuckin' hard too!" Ash said in a frustrated tone to his brother.

"So you was tryin' to fuck Gia in our barn without any fuckin' condom and absolutely no idea of what the fuck you was doin'!?"

Ash glared at Fezco.

"So if you got far enough, you ain't think of any consequences of anything at least once?"

"I wanted her bro and she wanted me!"

"Ash! Don't be a fuckin' dumbass. Man, what if you did somehow figure out how and where to even stick it in at... you go on from there and then after all of that shit, you accidentally knock her up? What happens then?" Fez asked in a serious tone.

"I'd be a daddy. Shit, that's what happens then."

"No bro! You gotta take responsibility! If you knocked her up you gotta be there for her and for that kid! Trust me, I know. Three of 'em are already in Lexi's belly. You gotta be smarter about this shit, man. Now go take a cold fuckin' shower 'cause seein' you wit an erection in your pants is disturbing as fuck."

Ash flipped Fez the finger and went back into the house, slamming the screen door as he did so.

Lexi had overheard everything and couldn't help but chuckle as she approached Fez.

"Whatchu laughin' at, ma?" He asked.

"Just... the fact you already sound like a dad. The babies aren't even here yet and their papa already sounds like a dad."

"Well, he needed to hear that shit. And if we have boys, imma say the same thing to them." Fez said as Lexi gazed at him with a thoughtful look.

It was the evening and everyone had to say goodbye to The O'Neill's.

Suze hugged Lexi after she woke up after being drunkenly knocked out for most of the day.

"I'll drop by tomorrow with everyone to see you." Suze said.

"Okay, but mom?"

"Yeah, hun?"

"Please be sober."

Suze smiled and nodded before hugging Lexi again before getting back on the bus.

Gia had given Ash a quick peck on the cheek before Leslie pulled her onto the bus.

Custer had Faye against the bus and was making out with her.

"Hey Custer we're leaving, man!" Elliot said as he held Rue's hand as Jules side eyed them both as she walked past them.

"Mmm, go ahead... I'll... mmm! Stay here." Custer said in between his makeout session with Faye.

"Custer! Get your ass on this bus!" Ali yelled.

Custer almost jumped out of his skin when he heard Ali yelling and gave Faye one last kiss.

Before he could turn and leave however, Faye grabbed his hand and started to suck on his fingers.

"Ah fuck, I'm in love with you." Custer whined as he turned back to face her.

"I know, I'm in love with you too." Faye said with a grin.

"I'll be back tomorrow babe." Custer said.

"How many like, hours is that?" She asked as she let go of his hand that she had had in her mouth.

"Way too many to be away from you." He responded.

Faye grinned again before reaching down underneath her sundress and taking her lacy pink panties off, handing them to Custer.

"A keepsake." She said sensually.

Custer brought them up to his face and practically inhaled them before throwing his head back and groaning in pure satisfaction.

Faye giggled.

"Fuck you're too damn good to me." He said before stuffing her panties into his pocket, giving her another kiss and running to get on the bus.

"She must have a magical pussy or something." Maddy said as she shook her head in disbelief before turning back to Lexi and Fezco.

"I'm so happy for you guys. I really am. You deserve all of this, you really do." Maddy said as she hugged Lexi.

"Thank you Maddy." Lexi said as she hugged her friend back tightly.

"And also... I recommend putting a towel down when you fuck on the couch." Maddy added as she smirked and patted Fez on the shoulder playfully.

"Yeah..." Fez replied as he nervously chuckled.

Maddy shook her head with a smile on her face as she turned to get on the bus.

"Hope you guys enjoy the place! I'm probably gonna be driving us here tomorrow. Give Ethan a break." Kat said.

"Yeah that sounds great. We'll see you tomorrow. When are you all gonna be heading out of Virginia?" Lexi asked as her hand nonchalantly went to her pregnant belly.

"The day after tomorrow." Kat replied before getting on the bus.

Ethan waved at the O'Neill's before backing out of the dusty pathway and driving back to the motel with everyone else.

End of Part Two!

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[libidomechanica]

“The doorknobs gleamed”

A ballad sequence

               1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[geopsych]

Early meadow rue, Thalictrum dioicum. From yesterday’s walk.

[vandaliatraveler]

Part 2: Early Summer Wildflower Palooza, Cranberry Glades. During the first week of July, as the orchids are peaking in the bogs and seeps, the first wave of summer wildflowers, including the milkweeds and beebalms, arrives in earnest, bringing a blaze of color to open meadows and bog and forest margins. In the old growth woods of the adjacent Cranberry Wilderness, an array of strange and beautiful fungi sprout from moss-covered logs and the forest floor.

From top: tall meadow rue (Thalictrum pubescens), also known as king of the meadow, a wetlands-loving perennial whose distinctive, cream-colored flowers are composed of thread-like stamens only; meadow phlox (Phlox maculata), also known as wild sweet William and spotted phlox, easily distinguished from other phlox species by its red-spotted stems; mountain wood sorrel (Oxalis montana); a ramp (Allium tricoccum) flower, which emerges in early summer on a leafless stalk, after the foliage has died back; a shiny hemlock varnish shelf (Ganoderma tsugae) assailed by pleasing fungus beetles (Megalodacne), rarely seen because they hide under leaf litter during the day and feed on Ganoderma fungi at night; a lovely colony of crown-tipped corals (Artomyces pyxidatus); the beguiling fringed loosestrife (Lysimachia ciliata), an aggressively-colonizing perennial that makes for a shady ground cover in native wildflower gardens; and that blazingly-beautiful mint, scarlet beebalm (Monarda didyma), whose storied history as a medicinal herb stems from its antiseptic and stimulant properties.

[waywardfae]

Fairy with early meadow rue

[starryflowerbed]

Early meadow rue (Thalictrum dioicum)

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

My Garden Flowers Part 7

All photos mine, unedited.

In order of appearance:

181. Early Goldenrod (Solidago juncea) She's named for flowering earlier than most goldenrods, which tend to flower in late summer to fall, but not all! I've seen others flower earlier.

182. Canadian Fly Honeysuckle (Lonicera canadensis) Wasn't expecting her to flower this year, but there she was in the spring! No berries, though, sadly. Maybe next year!

183. Sweetshrub (Calycanthus floridus) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

184. Burning Bush (Euonymus atropurpureus) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

185. Mapleleaf viburnum (Viburnum acerifolium) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

186. Veiny Meadow Rue (Thalictrum venulosom) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

187. Wild Hydrangea (Hydrangea arborescens) Not blue like the ones that enchanted me the time I visited my aunt in England, but still very nice.

188. Beggar's Lice (Hackelia virginiana) I didn't plant her and don't keep many now that she's popped up. She's a handsome enough plant but her fruits stick to EVERYTHING and leaves can get sickly from time to time.

189. Boneset (Eupatorium perfoliatum) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet and probably won't this year because my landlord cut that area. (:

190. Squashberry (Viburnum edule) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

191. Snowberry (Symphoricarpos albus) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

192. Virgin's Bower (Clematis ligusticifolia) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

193. Largeleaf Waterleaf (Hydrophyllum macrophyllum) In my opinion she should be named for her rhizome rather than her leaf. The leaves aren't that big but the rhizomes are huge.

194. Twinflower (Linnaea borealis) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet, but she is spreading in a nice little mat.

195. Alpine bistort (Bistorta vivipara) Not pictured as I haven't got pictures yet.

196. Rough Cinquefoil (Potentilla norvegica monspeliensis) I didn't plant this, but she is there regardless! Not pictured as I haven't got pictures yet.

197. Sweetfern (Comptonia peregrina) Not a fern. The leaves are just kind of fernlike.

198. Sundial Lupine (Lupinus perennis) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. New area for her and we'll see if A) she survives and B) if she doesn't turn out to be bigleaf lupine again.

199. Gray Goldernrod (Solidago nemoralis) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

200. Blue Vervain (Verbena hastata) She gets fairly tall and the flowers come up at the top.

201. Scarlet Runner Bean (Phaseolus coccineus) Another one that's not native to the area and can't survive the winter, but has been grown here in the summers long before colonization.

202. Tall Cinquefoil (Drymocallis arguta) Very strawberry-like flowers that sit atop the plant.

203. Early Saxifrage (Micranthes virginiensis) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

204. American Sweetflag (Acorus americana) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

205. River Beauty (Chamaenerion latifolium) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

206. Large cranberry (Vaccinium macrocarpon) Don't know if she'll flower again this year, but she did make a couple of berries last year!

207. Heart-Leaved Aster (Symphyotrichum cordifolium) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

208. Trout Lily (Erythronium americanum) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

209. Little Sweet Betsy (Trillium cuneatum) This was supposed to be a different species, but that's okay. She's still native to the range I accept. Her leaves have a lovely natural variegation to them.

210. Woodland Phlox (Phlox divaricata) Nice blue flowers that thrive in shady spots.

[cedar-glade]

Each fen in the hydrologically active counties of Ohio are extremely different, some follow feature similarities to other fens, like mound fens and deposit over scrapes and streamside fens are very plausible fens in most states; however, this one, Gallagher, one in a million. 

Imagine two aquifers conniving just at the right portion of a hillside section below a deep scrape and retreat line that would later be a deposited mixed sediment esker left from a glacier, only to gradually drain at a consistent level. Multiple sections of strict habitat types are observable: boreal complex woodland fen, mounding fen wet meadows also boreal complex, boreal complex glacial lowland marl flats that are fragile and open, boreal complex marl mud bank sedgemeadow scours, dry semixeric interval refugium as an oak-hickory-walnut savanna open on a hill reminiscent of dry meadows of the big darby plains, that meats a glacial retreat mixed flat woods/ sav ecosystem. Each are specific sections of refugium and delicate but open to interpretation. The outskirts that drain into the creek are more associated with streamside fen ecosystems.

In the pictures above we see an opening that is more reminiscent of our mound fens, extremely diverse, Thalictrum dasycarpum, tall white showy rue, as a focal point in the left image thriving. The backdrop is male fern, feminine fern, newyork fern, sensitive fern, dotted with early meadow phlox, sedges and rushes, the white is northern bed straw( almost ephemeral), as spotted joe pye and other tall meadow species reach for the sun. The seasons change gradually and the floristic inventory displays it’s self with non stop beauty only to reach a early September epiphany(my opinion some say mid July is apex). When youre here, note the fragile system at work, note the high diversity and enjoy your own interpretation. A guide must be there to explore other sections off boardwalk and trail due to this fragile ecosystem.

Note: Im extremely grateful for people like Jim Dickerson, Paul Knoop, Lucy Braun, and John Gallagher to be able to experience places like this.

[nutmegnautilus]

Inktober Day 16 - Early Meadow Rue (Thalictrum dioicum)