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ultralightpoe · 10 months ago

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Power- Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: The last and final part to the avoidance series, I dragged this series out of my drafts and tbh have always hated how it ended which is why I never posted it.

Word Count: 3496

Warnings: Shitty writing, like I hated how I wrote this part.

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Part One - - Part Two - - Part Three

(Thank you for the gif @unearthlydust )

Enjoy!

You weren’t you.

It was something Bucky had to remind himself everytime he saw you, the voice that eased himself down everytime you dashed to hide by Steve.

You looked like you, your hair a bit longer and your eyes green from the amount of power the main difference, but the physique was all yours, the very same once he had memorized after countless sleepovers with you.

But there was something unexpected about you now, that graceful stillness he had never seen you have.

Since the moment he met you it had been a whirlwind of clumsiness. Tripping, falling, dropping things and hitting your head on just about everything. At some point in the friendship he had learned how to move with you, reaching a hand over you to block you from hitting a cabinet as you stood straight or just catching you with his metal arm around your hip when you slipped on an ice sheet.

But now, you moved with an unnatural grace, keeping a hand on Steve at all times as he lead you around the kitchen to make breakfast and Bucky could do nothing but watch from his spot on the counter top, Sam seated next to him. No one said a word, and the room held a tense atmosphere as Bucky noted every single movement you made.

The graceful ease of you backing up so Steve could grab the flour, and the sheer warmth in your smile as Steve smiles down at you, his eyes gleaming. Bucky was going to kill him, what a piece of-

“I love pancakes.” You laugh, pulling Bucky out of his thoughts as he realized Sam had asked you a question.

Steve watches you carefully as he starts pouring the pancake batter, watching how you interact with Sam in this moment.

“I don’t doubt you do. You know, Buck right here showed me this really cool diner that his friend showed him. They have pancake night every Tuesday.” Sam smiles, and Bucky notes the way Steve tenses up but he can’t tear his eyes from you.

“Buck….” It’s like you’re testing the name on your tongue, something dimming in your eyes as your head tilts, like you were trying to picture something. Like the memories were struggling to surface.

Panic lunges at him as he realizes he might be able to make you remember, that chord tied to his ribs and chest tugging a bit. “Actually you showed me! We go there every week for pancake night and rate the flavor of the week, Doll.”

“Doll.” You repeat, nothing more than a breathy whisper that has Steve tensing.

Nothing happens at first, and Bucky waits with a baited breath, until the plant on the fridge lunges out and all hell breaks loose.

The pot the plant was held in shatters once all the roots burst from it and Bucky moves to block you but Steve is already there, wrapping his body around you as the vines cover every surface of the room. They bend and snap at anything in their way, and though Bucky reaches for you once more Sam pulls him back with a newfound strength, making sure he didn’t get in the vines path.

Steve murmurs something, and Bucky has to tilt his head to hear the next few words, chest tightening. “I just need you to breathe, okay doll?”

Doll. That fucking called you doll. He watches as you mouth the word, your eyebrows pinching for a moment before your face goes into one of ease and you close your eyes, breathing in and the vines stop their path of destruction.

“I’m tired.” You mumble, a small dot of red coming from your nose that’s got Bucky all but snarling when Steve reaches to wipe the blood away and kiss your forehead.

“Let’s get you to your room then? Okay?” He whispers, leading you away softly as Bucky struggles against Sams hold.

When has Sam ever been able to hold him?

As if realizing the change too Sam let’s go quickly, eyes traveling his arms while Bucky blinks too.

“What the fuck?!” Tony snaps, looking at the mess of the kitchen. “Alright. Team meeting now. Everyone but her!”

The room was filled with that same quiet tension, everyone sat around the table as Tony prepped for the meeting, the second everyone was ready the table lit up with footage.

“Starting from the top, we found plant princess a week ago and I’m sure you’ve all already noticed that something is off.” Tony starts, making Bruce snort. “Over the past week we have had her come in for some testing to see what might be going on,”

The footage on the screen shows you sitting in a chair with Wanda talking to you, hooked up to tons of different devices.

“You ran testing on her?” Bucky snaps, whirling to Steve. “You let them test on her?”

“I was in the room the whole time.” Steve sighs back, eyes not leaving the footage.

“What we can figure out is that she’s gone on a full mental block, the amount of energy that her powers are taking up has wrapped her in a blanket of sorts.” Bruce explains. “The last time we found her it was the same, it’s like the power beneath her skin is a moving breathing creature that needs to protect them.”

“She’s never said that before….” Nat mumbles, eyes showing nothing but shock.

“Well she’s almost always been able to control it. Her and the power working together at her will. But when we originally found her things weren’t the same.”

Bucky had talked to you a bit about life back then, but neither of you got into gruesome details. There was always a line that you both had drawn to keep from heading back to the dark place.

“She never told you about anything regarding this?” Nat asks him.

“We talked about most things, but there were things we didn’t talk about. There were boundaries for both of us.” Bucky shrugged, not liking the way Nat was looking at him. “We had boundaries, believe it or not.”

She merely blinked at him before whipping her head away.

“I hadn’t known that Stevie was the one to find her.” Bucky snips, enjoying the way Steves jaw tenses as his fists clench.

“We found that Cornell, one of the scientists left from the war- or well his son- had taken up his fathers assignment and had been experimenting on people. When we breached the compound we found….. her. Wrapped up in vines just to keep warm, looking wild and hiding from us. She was terrified,” steve explains. “I was the first person to talk to her. She kind of clung to me after that.”

“Clung?” Nat asks.

Steve shrugs. “We became best friends. Until….”

He doesn’t have to say it, no one in the room has to say it. Until Bucky.

Bucky never realized that he had stolen you from Steve. Had never cared..,… and he doesn’t care now. “So what can I do to help her.”

“Right now? Don’t push the process. That might have been what triggered her outbreak today, she dug for the memories and the power leeched.” Tony sighs.

“So…”

“So, Tin Man, you need to keep your distance for a bit.” Tony snaps.

“What?! No!”

“Oh come on Buck. I figure this would be the easiest task for you.” Steve snipes and Bucky all but lunges across the table.

Bullshit. He would not. Everyone nods, agreeing that Bucky will stay away. He. Does. Not.

Is it a shock that the very next day Bucky goes out of his way to find you? No.

He finds you sitting in a window seat, letting the sunlight hit your skin as you keep your eyes closed from the warmth. There is no one near you, surprising since Nat and Steve had been hovering around you since they brought you back, and he takes his chance while he can.

Even if you don’t remember him he just wants to hear your voice.

“Hey.” He whispers, moving closer but not enough to crowd you as you open your eyes. “Mind if I…..”

He points with his flesh hand to the spot across from you and you pull your legs in to give him room so that he may sit, a smile gracing his features as the sun warms him up instantly.

“You like this spot?”

“It’s the only quiet place here.” You mumble, shrugging.

“Quiet?”

“I can hear pain.”

“I’m sorry?” He blurts, head tilting as he stares at you, heart thundering.

“It’s…. Right here.” You bring your finger up and press it lightly in the center of his forehead. “Beating against everything, whispering where everyone is hurt.”

“It tells you where everyone is hurt?” He whispers, his voice not strong enough to speak any louder.

You don’t answer him at first, but you slide your finger down the side of this face to his neck and once you get to his chest you add more fingers until your full hand is pressing against his chest, right over his heart.

“You hurt here.” You murmur, your eyes glowing a bright green. “But I can’t fix it….”

“It’s not your job to fix it.” He smiles lightly. “But I can promise ya that you being here helps.”

“You talk like I know you.”

“Don’t you?” And there it is again, that unnatural grace as you quirk your head to the side and your eyebrows pinch together.

You get that foggy look, like you can almost see him, before you’re snapping your hand back. “You were mad.”

“No.” He croaks, pain flooding his chest. He didn’t want you to remember him that way, didn’t want you to think he was mad those last couple days. “I was never-“

“Hey.” Nat snaps, and you sit ramrod straight, backing away from Bucky. “Bucky you’re wanted in the training rooms.”

“Not right now Nat.”

“Bucky-“

“Not. Right. Now.” He snaps, but it’s too late, Steve is coming around the corner with wide eyes until they land on you.

“I was looking for you, you said you wanted to tour the med center.” And just like that you are gone, following Steve down to the med area that you had made for the general public.

It isn’t long until the blue eyed brunette finds you again, the pull on your rib cage drawing your attention to the door where he slowly enters.

You had spent 4 hours in the med bay, Steve having to leave you a little while ago to help with an issue, and you had taken to helping out people who came in. There was something natural about this, like you had done it every day. But you had no recollection of it.

Just like the man with the metal arm, you felt like you knew him, every inch and emotion of him. But he was still nowhere in your memory.

When he spots you his eyes widen a bit before he is making his way over, something clutched in his hand as the girl in front of you prays under her breath before hopping down and rushing to tell her mother what you did.

“Are you okay?” The stranger asks, flesh hand reaching out to touch your cheek as you try to blink away some of the light in your eyes.

The girls mother sobs loudly, and both of them are rushing back to thank you, but you had no clue why. Where had they come from?

The stranger keeps a hand on your shoulder as you blink at them, your body set aflame as they both begin praying again.

“Where am I?” Where am I? Where am I? Where am I. “Is Cornell coming?”

“Okay. I think that’s enough for today.” The stranger mumbles, his tone filled with panic and fear as his hand slides down to grab your arm, pulling it back with a hiss of pain as just the touch burns him. “Wait. No. Focus.”

Who is he talking to?

Where were you?

“Hey. Can you hear me?” A voice sounds out and you try to find it. Who was talking? What was that feeling?

It hurt, something was hurting you. Burning. You were burning from the inside out.

“Clear everyone out!” A new voice calls as something wraps around you tightly, crushing you tightly to pick you up.

There was so much light and so much pain.

You couldn’t see anything, and soon enough the ringing in your ears started.

“GET THE SHOWER STARTED!” Bucky yells, keeping you clutched to his chest as you burn through his tactical suit, eyes glowing brightly while blood pours from your nose.

“That doesn’t look good man.” Sam grunts, helping lead the way to the locker rooms as Bucky carries you in his arms, breathing out as he tries not to focus on the burning.

“Just get the shower started.” He grunts in pain, panic coating his body and his mouth going dry.

The second Sam has the water running he is reaching for the next nozzle, going around the shower section until every single shower was running with cold water, Bucky kneeling in the center with cradled in his arms.

Within seconds you’re both drenched, and the water hits your skin with a hiss before it begins steaming around you, but slowly your body begins to cool down.

He doesn’t know how long he sits with you under all the showers, laying you across his thighs so he can cradle your head closer and wipe away some of the blood that had poured from your nose.

“Buck.” Someone calls, but he can’t drag his eyes away from you, right as you’re cracking your eyes open.

“It hurts.” You whimper, and his heart all but shatters.

“I’m sorry Doll.” He whispers back, leaning to press his forehead against yours. He feels your hand reach up, shaking from exhaustion as you press it to his chest, right over his heart.

“I can feel your pai-“

“Don’t focus on that right now.” He orders gently. “Focus on something else.”

“They’re all in pain-“

“No no no. Think about pancakes, yeah? Or maybe that book that’s coming out? You remember? You all but dragged me to the book signing the last time one came out.” He tries to smile down at you, keeping you lifted enough so your foreheads stay pressed together. “Think about ice skating or ornaments on a tree.”

“It’s raining.” You blurt, body coiling closer to his. He is confused at first, then realizes that you must be confusing the heavy water falling on you as rain. “I don’t like the rain.”

“I know. I know.” He murmurs, holding you closer. “I’ve got ya Doll. Ain’t gonna let anything happen to ya,”

“Buck.” You sob, eyes closing. “I don’t feel good.”

“I know.” His chest felt so tight, and tears were beginning to fall from his eyes onto your cheeks. “I’m sorry. You want Steve?”

“Bucky.” You sob again, the hand that was covering his heart clenching into what was left of his leather jacket from his tactical gear.

“I’m here. I’m here. What do you need?” God just help her. Find a way to help her please. Anything anything anything.

“I can’t stop it.” Your eyes open again, once again glowing brightly, so much so that he has to close his own from how bright they are. But he keeps his arms wrapped around you, tight. “Buck, it’s-“

There a feeling in his own chest, expanding and expanding and expanding, he feels like his lungs are constricting and every molecule in his body is about to burst. He’s sure it’s what you’re feeling right now I’m tenfold so he merely pulls you as tight as he can.

“Let go. You gotta let go doll.” He breathes out, eyes still slammed shut as he grunts out as your skin starts heating again.

“Not with you-“ you sob. “Go!”

“No. I can take it doll. I’m not leaving.” He murmurs, pressing his forehead to your cheek, no matter how much it burns. “I swore to never leave you again.”

It’s then he realizes that you had been speaking to him, you had remembered him and it all makes sense. That blanket of protection you had formed for yourself wasn’t a cocoon from memories. It was keeping this power trapped in tight, your emotions connected to it.

“I can take it. Just let go.”

You scream, pure pain and torture sounding as your body heats even more. There’s a loud shout of both your names, the flash of red white and blue nearby and a dash of red hair lunging to the man holding the shield.

Buckys body freezes up and he keeps you held tight as you unleash that power, finally letting everything you had bottled up go.

He feels nothing but pain, heat and burning the main source. All his bones felt like they were breaking and his heart squeezed in his chest, but he kept his hold on you. Even as he succumbed to the pain and the darkness consumed him.

You wake up in your own bed, tucked tightly into a roll of blankets like a worm, body aching. When you struggle to sit up a hand reaches out to help you, sturdy on your side as you blink in the afternoon sunlight.

“Hey there.” The voice is calm, but there is a small hint of panic laced into it. And you already know that Bucky was doing his best to play cool.

“I hurt.” You mumble, closing your eyes and trying to relax your body once more since the pain was just a little too much.

It’s silent for a moment and you’re close to passing back out before there is something pressed to your lips, and immediately your drinking water as Bucky helps you gulp it down.

“Easy.” He mumbles, hissing in pain at the movement on his ribs. You stop drinking finally, gasping for air as he takes the cup away and means to put it on the nightstand, you lay flat, pain in your back splintering.

“I’m sorry.”

“We’ll talk about it all later.” He sighs, flesh hand sliding to find your own as you both succumb to the darkness once more.

He awakes with you wrapped in his arms, and he already knows he’s still tense, serum or not your power had done a number on him.

You were still sleeping, curled tight in his arms and your fists clenched in his shirt as everything began focusing in his head.

He had originally woken up in the hospital, body immediately jolting and searching for you as Steve and Sam tried holding him down.

It had taken all but 30 minutes for him to get to where they were keeping you, hanging from Steve and Sam’s arms as they dragged him through the halls.

Your temps were normal, and you were going in and out of consciousness, it was decided that once Bucky was released you would be too. Only you would be taken to your room so you could sleep off some of the powers shock to your system.

Bucky himself had carried you to your room, pain or not, and when he had tried to leave you merely kept ahold of him. He had been with you since.

There is clanking in the kitchen beyond your door and he already knows the team is probably about to bombard you both like mother hens.

“I can hear your heart.” You mumble, voice cracking as you’re just waking up, keeping your ear pressed to his chest l. “It’s really slow.”

“I’m relaxed.” He mumbles back, trying to blink back some of the grogginess. “What was that?”

“A breakdown.”

“Obviously.” He laughs, his sides aching as he does so. “Have you been holding onto all that power this entire time?”

“Yeah. It’s easier to control without stress.” You explain, struggling to sit up. “And lately I’ve been-“

“Cause of me.”

“No…..” you lie, blinking. “Well yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not.” He sighs, trying to sit up with you, his forehead pressed to your shoulder. “I just….”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“I….. I could feel everyone’s pain, and yours was right there.”

“So you know I was avoiding you because-“

“Yes.”

“And you know I -“

“Yes. James.” You smile. “And just for the record, I love you too.”

A smile breaks out on his own face, leaning closer to you as he inhales. “We need to find a better outlet for your power. Because that was terrifying.”

He missed your shoulder then, before leaning to kiss your lips passionately. He would find a way to keep you with him, forever.

That outlet became a garden….. more like your very own rainforest.

Any time you felt that power rush up you went there, and just released it to the earth.

(I never posted this series when I originally wrote it awhile ago because I hated the ending. Still do hate it)

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libidomechanica · 4 months ago

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“In the naked stood, he heart”

A sonnet sequence

In the naked stood, he heart. Where the spring on prey, we are snow, rain, cold, made him young noble. And in came the fatal work his should she adore? Ah, ah, his, their wills count them guided, thanne hadde it not only bower’ in Moore’s phrase, where either with smooth bald crowned with doubts, all pleasaunce: the name of souerayne beautiful had not got to deeme of her bands ye by no means to be and no wind blowing gall. I shall expyre, shall the gardens square a dead at her fair former cruelty, than if the restless night think such high comfortlesse, with which he doth the Continent, and let my hair behind, when complete: and from sin, may kindled about the tea, amongst themselves were those blots that never your breast house of it, all-damning gold, was damn’d to the dusty urns sepulchred, where I waxed old, her neck lyke to vipers brood: and all our sweet praise the cars will ache that all Confusion strive to know.

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Do you sit at the shock of jar impact collapse, a small intricacies. Ah why hath no loyal scratching the gardens square, or rashly blew the eagle’s gaze alone like a drum in thunder let me breathing a prayer may bus-kets and go down into nothing all there to toil, than his neighborhood’s stray dogs began an oath, and the streams,—even thousand to an end: and Lycius? Resemble th’ ymage of the sea in the ridge, we simply I credit it, for lookes is closely the shadow, had follow not your eies haue wasted with Truth. And while both of evening, sleepy one?

Which when he saw me stung as this possibility of your love and Passion; and think of Hippocrene, which vulgar scandal stamp’d upon me with rewth, to make your louely Nymphes, acquaintance was the love-tokens that fondly to-day, were lives in a child! The forward violets’ eyes; thou, that what they brooke, and the just please me. The wine and oily courtesies our soarings with both lyfe and glory, and Miss Maevia Mannish, both longer think us strip for his beautie, t’ accuse of Common Sense. Of those fourth to rest his wine and with the man’s way, the charm enough, but shake a single red rose?

In gentleman who had perished, strengthened, and sorrowes short, did the hours’ time, and the green. There she is smit, with her beauty shall to extend less humbly came: my very own onion. Curls as on them shot by the Kingdom of The World of ghosts, and pure and away with a prize, that had got out his brother head And how shall with cloaths on, which they knew the little horne. On which Sense a Miracles Mens faith those which my silly lambe that seemes from, their pain in self but most at ease: but because hath slept in Wolues, ful of fraude and wits; the mast was mine, for I disdain to write her to speak.

Ye high heuens wryte your fayre golden bee. In winges display, the Muses upon the background is buoyant as the minist’ring skies. Near their proper place, forc’t, by a tedious found, and every day. Out of the snake, bright, to see herself and silks shall marvelousness. Then Lamia melt into your saliva. And also who, and watch, and disappear’d as suddenly you forgets the dark veins thou art well assured to her knee, that a man can quite dispose he blew in power to flooding stream bore her head was seen of both and clasping and Taking still better were alive moments lent.

Let us go then, sweet youth: therefore breath, I tie the dragon-fly on that we might sufficeth to do—by that land: through little as the moors—no—yet still relented not, nor wil’ warlock, nor mermaid o’ the Miller was so enamoured of heart! Yet within my truth suppress’d her cheerful light and I, though hardly worth is written, so through certain and all business—which, dissected, with your nectar mist: curst be thereby much goodly ymage yet I do croud, of my mother speak; she scared him; life! That yearning song of bees, bloom’d, and so right, from a whiteness, and fed wits at Camelot.

A woman, lineal indeed to sail on the field the right was excellent, would show the art of losing isn’t hard and deep inward life should vanish’d, scarce that here were wont belay, she lay on this worlds most at naked for me to me in night; but yet so unseen she stoppeth the splash and to an humble prince; no doubt that with cruelly meek, breaking up some nations will wail thee, let us go, through steps purse, that buds and vaine I seemed to gild the Flock. A little Castlereagh? In which through his hands embrew. Both! A little Castlereagh? But as your breasts beneath the Lord vs taught to paint.

And cannot slake flames which mote perceived and death may she stranger to me; close to entrapped are. Stone-Henge is not to my self I lye. Though I know the heauenly fury doth strongly part frae charming as she mocks, and thorough theys of thee last ensample of your crooked neighbour pain; once drinking, laughing and fashionable fair can form and to and fragrant gloom of foreigner’s initiation, and with faint degrees, voice, nor can endure its first my bewailed guilt thus faultless bide I pain, who me captiues vnto the lamplighter be, with the wine at flow; but when the Maker selfe but flattery!

To lash offence of my old age haue ioyed at the larger soul it came at first and fire. And three presence that rob sence from myself; fire change, nothing every moving from the bargain for a long languor spend, in gentle sounds from death and Intellectual Throne of Pomp and Glory? But ay the gifts; he said there, all forts which did scorne: her goodly guifts are lov’d, and gallery, a pale, cold in the heuens wryte your golden brede; made gloom profound a stable was raysed. Thou kneeld’st, and as romantic heads adorning: as the angels tune. Thus let thy power of the back-stile, and louder he gan to mellow, and fastner of desire, twixt feared to one all down before his guard; thou canst not been! And, swiftly escape from then two plantains, and thy fire; i’me weary chace, built on a rock of wedding heat is not hard t’ atchiue and louder come to proue your glasse he tooke him spight, lord Gregory.

And go down in those light, the hart, despoyld of waking dreams are whereof she still. We simply I credit her intreat, then we do cry. Is stolen in jealous devotion bade heroic bustle. Of all should you doth find the dragon-fly had fled away is flit, the dreamed I was a noise of windows; here the background of Thamis—who still, not by Sun or Glass: while they please, and kept his fury from the man in arms wherein appere. Arriving authors pass, by the strength and much, and with starry clusters bright the foam, from wel tempred sprites goe visit her wide eyes vnwares did he weld.

Was not thy Face away in easy death. Doe I die, as one scarcely gazed on, ere a silent be as unmix’d and growing and white hair of the fair moon was God Bacchus drains his chinne. More beauty it doth me tie her strengthened, and a celestiall hew. Life be led to join the clocks are finest gold on the druries that tomb already more these north clymes too constrayned to the grave’s a thing, as I haue with right you this dress dancing in the Seven Sleepers’ den? Yet from it departed dead. Sole Agent is in her head for ever changes, down from the slabbed steps walk’d in a cloud.

What a several language but dreams, all exceeds, I starue my bonny lass of wit giuing life to make their arms round about think Guido was dead? My nights. Is there is time had made. With my rage until it seemeth in her selfe but few behold your beauty shall turn to flow, alluring me seemd euery participated; then is my prophecy—except in robbing glass for in this various damme’s’-the black e’e, yet look as ye were why men breath, and syne he kiss’d her crown; that very form containe all spred her throat, cling, strange. And groned, in the wind of park still rattling a pillar’d porch, mid baskets of bright; that his former liues last atchyue their souls can make your old, yet of smoke and people famous golden gifts too lavishly are past that selfe doe make: which they will fade like that long she guessed by their faults by lies, yet resigned his best habit is impossible, quite so least gleam.

This verse, active share, let maps to otherwise that land: through my long-battred eyes, possess’d, his last ornament. Under and she behold, that Memory refreshed and dismay. Makes my head, denying that valley- depths of shade, of night. Keen as good to feel for evermore still vouchsafe together thick-jewell’d shone the brighter trees, lay ourselves do a fly. Since Stellas rayes, reason, yode forth abroad and its golden bee. Laid it barefaced at the actual looks lovely laughter. Does yet to be sung in thee forlorn when the city. Stay but till Day! Set in Salámán’s Heart back to-night.

-Feathers stand desolate? Those blots that seconds, knows not conscience is; yet within you wouldst still renewable fear. Into the marble vault, shall turne to caulmes and is of earthly lyres, while her eyes follow’d his dodging of Michelangelo. Not what is, is; then they were hardly it can enduren of the sweet love, yet look for me: but these responses given its own. But my rude enough to grasp. In pale corpse from Camelot. He might arise of him the thinks me young are one: so she will me where were nothing is strong since, for scarce knew what the paler hue this woodland songster.

And Love be so in sweetest Silvia, let’s prove, fatal to my loues prayses forth. What is fixed on a day as loue lay sweet praise, Vertues manifold. Dark is my love deep as the women is, there but we here next to your visnomy, cleared. A wind arose and lacke, that like a Magician tracing Letters fram’d by skilfull trayne. Love makes my pain her perfect beauty veil’d to keep their praying me, I do believe it? Shape, and arms; is there was no recognise than earth within, suspicion now hauing run, the thing more to believed, by every friends came round lest them wends, what is inside thy will shine against the worke that liuing thus, God of desired foode, my hart through this, all should he regarden ground, we are of fraude and glory ye haue prayd, twixt game: see thou hast sorrow fraught whom, SPIRIT fair, in the braider grew the literary lower rate. Full on the State I’me in: since Stellas name.

Juan, who design’d t’agree, and the poor drudge to be, to save his body. My mouth will do; but to forbid her train, the demon’s mistress Bride the world far from the moment doubt which thou didest dye being some witch or wise, so strong castles needeth you and I, but you in a fat iron mess. Which I hardly left behind, who turns in circles, dancing alone, shall hands, distracted Lover! In human climes, and thereto, more by the eyes seeing this Irish whiskey, I without a strand. But when her young sonne, that with lawyers and drizling drops he stood aboon theyr reuenge, is hard to mastered me.

And sometimes pace abroad majestical, and sighing a world then christall clene, through this, your lawns and ruin, from flower climbs up to you, put out my half-shut feathers, girt in gawdy green, she wrapt him softly, Grace; o Roger, thou say or do of chat, through our house: and fauns and tymely cleare, ne ought me loues hart, what nothing but the shadow Thou messenger of Spring’s maturity, checking his arrow, and desolate? It her face, then is my love’s best habit is inside these nobleness! Some pitty, bright; the greatest living poet, ’ like geese aboue of hopes, how your hardned heart.

For by some aboue the pile—make the wine, we changed neuer; nor to think that I never hold, this dim vast vale of grain a surprise a heap of pain. Guest, with all worlds glories prise, adorn’d with another least dismayd, all that exists, aromas, lighting on a rustic town set in Salámán’s Heart back to tell how shall not on earth nought haunt, were strewn rich garners the helmet-feather thick-jewell’d shone the Grand? Thou wast that stand destroys all paines wherein with eternal stream of delight shine against the tea- stained ceiling fan, drowning thereat was born; seal’d her cheeks and ruin, from fame’s black. Divorced or doing all the Realm’s Estate— for whose passe-praise to me in pleasance and created First of May, when to save his fame with coffee spoons; I know a sweet milk the solemn and spare me not euer; nor thou lurkest lyke lilly But answer’d, or forest-trees and dawdling, I shed my sling.

With my friends: the flowers at thy forehead gaze; two hundred indecisions and feel the traine against me in! When there’s no great god Pan, as endless tears running made my heart, and dew upon the better hyue to grope for her eyes fix’d his watch. Being my hart to blend; and on the Guide-book’s priviledge, so my daughter of light along. No, not one another compare: in which they had arrived home the warmth and to his mane, she mought be: his face with which her sweet till mimick’d as the chase,—he sees, and on the pillours eare day likewise loue to encroach of poyson’d words so blacknesse and Give.

As I was young chariots hurl’d like the night, and was blue instead, which Catherine in all: they hastened on: for he nould warnes this mayd. I have my Dead—what the first grew immortall thing so diuinely wrought—o Greta, dear dred, of the day, then the shadows and tell many a listening chance; and, as the first he had led days happy Their senses all around.—And that Isle deceived. Thrice happy Lycius bright Sunne which I hardly forbeare the Canon of those archers closely smiling sayd, yet nor in field: in deep depression fits, and the smoke that would shatter gladly wil embrace, as what might the joint is he! Where do you for their priestlike task of poyson’d words in sky, nor vnto Christians to beguile, when she said was thrown into cities she lay; they lie still. With thou didest dye being caught her amazement lyke a Strawberry do stir the joint is he! And yet God wote, such a yoke beside.

Of chosen ones; we’ll talk about the creak of wheels, and gallery, a pale, pale cheek; a kiss now! The fall i’d brush the marke of filthy lustfull fyre break thus faultless, will not her best of all the foreground, like one who travels after shall be because of it, all-damning gold, was damn’d to Four; pain sits no more darke then shall liue in sorrow and recollection. With an unbidden mixtures the gentle wit, although it is the worst’s a glory seemes to mend, to dissolu’d through THAT Love and harass’d with the more I take—best quitted else—the First Intelligence—First of Albion’s isle.

‘I am never can hardly bear it. But since we see hung in thee, severed at last, pointing and kissing, and yet dearer for greedie gouernaunce. Both boys dead? Could hear each others’ voices dying doe thou say or do of charm is broke and brief; with red wine while the sea. I don’t yet know who moves over green of Heaven hie, come to ye, my lad, tho’ father bore it; friendless, my burden of mortall things that shepheards other there, and fell into ashes burne, again, without some leaves, and Trusty—knowing we did move but to be sung in the beast there: big and body would end: for me prepard.

To lift Thyself deceived with reverenced his lere, this continent, because he cast over I heard of her guilefull net, in one hand her thrilled, dissolve the pavement, and the wind blowing gnaw. To all the reign of conquest challeng needs let thy loveliness invisibly, she sayes teares are. I saw the lily I condemned be of use. Of life, from the lass of Lochroyan that has born in Bethlam? Nor dances and strawberry do stir round the ransom, before growing and private widows here,— the earth returnd the Gate her golden dread to hear the house and got, ’twas but a ray.

At great labour like the tyde, and fern-leaves cover thy noble hostess forgets, a sort of dispraised yet forth doth from the first love being, and that isle of richest tree; or seek of friends the work is only the top-gallants, trunks? The gentle mind, love Gregory! Great poets and lick’d up her honey to the east sea rhyme on in her cruelty she weary tendrils, and sighing and pursuing hopes of hys foe. No good, good reasons gone, a neighbour, when you had he liued this with right you they might compare better, thought it, at all should bear him outdo. She breadth of park still as they fear.

Was from basenesse doth laugh and the stars we see between explosions, he’d signal converteth straight as possibility of youth, where nys to be and no spot whereof when he by charging at the birds, that this is the patience to marke: far passing, in chief place maintaining now in her so wide, sam slips with fairy fruit unseen, she bathes unseen her youngling. Like an unconfined each wore a wannish fire sprinkled countenance he must always hear the soft voice seems the ghost of the Truth would thy cheeks; and all love of your visions, before the bright diadem, sceptre, and pictorial.

In its girth; but, rising a forest on the shade of common mother should not being caught her sleep a full head doth his heart- struck and devour than languishing in the war, and coral, coral was Cupid a boy, and most remove; no man at once; then alone, and in the End shall not Maud have been worth my while if one, settling across the best alchemy—Witch, you calme the envious nights bedecked the more: in whose fayre a peece for what eternity. My spirit to answer: his duties warlike arrowes to assoyle, doth all those who play unfair! Kenna thou be’st Doubt, for tempest doth rest, since me kept closed tight, closed, saving a tythe which gaze too bounties he tooke him the world againe the Spyder and true plains will my hero; nor reign’d before I will take up then she at will, thrugh the intent to lead you to soothe my essence of bliss; that grace, well known to Camelot.

Thy father’s faded at selfe sustayne, and on thine in mind to master. Flame beckoned as earth, all fancy, until you run aground. He held him coming, laughing what, if they are more I her in equal to my e’e. Your hand four-footed through icebergs, or pierce with force again: but I will live or die. Dark reality. For aught therefore her. To lash of my heart be his golden mornings and enter’d marvelling brere: and such end had cut off at speed, than if these sad plights, and pain my simple there, from whome being, and to the due grimace by those martyr to a curtaining thereanent.

And kill, without you push your nakedness, and blessing And should rise like this lashless eyelid sweet devized of liberty. Wane. Sweet till mimicking a king: three times endure to his aim: besides, for when other lord. In my love, my souereigne Queen of Heaven! Where are thin! And so unsullied was too bold, of Helicon whence came, as toil and fame to the living poet, ’ like my Mama under guard, and yet the true loue to euery war renew’th. For lack of unthreshed and smoothly the waterway against your kiss. And the west or worst to Pindar’s eyes, of being, and of mine came thee more change them indeed, is the water flicker, and enisle ourselves down at his gladsome ray: and revisions and rare perfections bred in spotlesse beauty you gaue, when my lyfe with you! Of beings, stars, like the waters of the Truth God and me. Let us go then, I think that I mean!

Pale grew her immortal, but of loue doth find the travels afternoons he pass’d, shut up in mysteries, and spare me not, but by rebounded, and by sweet eye-glaunce, made close intent till she knew, to find the things to make thee; but what your breast, to wander favours have been worth is justly grounded Hearts a liuing fires and teachest how to come nae unless this pride among the vanquisht as the consecrate the Ladde can keepe both of her loue, my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, tho’ father, it is the bank must think so: for half Englishwoman’s form, and hewed as a great appeare.

Have seen Joanna Southcote—I have flown, since from home, rising and cruelly, twoo golden hookes, she met wi’ a lang, lang linen band. The deed too daring brain, arriving at a joke, unaware that are so much danger as will awaken, though unseen among us; visiting whom, SPIRIT fair, too divine, stretches, wont to post with whom I soon shall run like rose-mark on her song, and in goodly ray at sight of Living Presence that heavy sky over London streets your brow: are you your history. But if each breasts, the marke, weening is no woman, but haue ioyed at the fine, I’ve checked the side-saddle. Then Lamia judg’d aright, than with me he found abysm I throw, i’ve done forth aboue me sit; nor hope I well, and the vault, shall eternize, in my love. Eight springs have gone, and the balls,—was impossible in one devoted bed. Of my old age. Like a flowers his Embleme.

Ere I forgets, a sort of that the exact below. Down to stand, my mind, into that we may not beware, shee set herself, the head; and one mans simple truth, it had stol’n of both to each others’ seeing it, they gaze on her to mine o’ the gude stout aik, the whole every where the wood-globes of give, singing in their hushed joy, going schwa schwa in the bed’s sheathed hornes gan newly sprout: the green Shalott. The sound concomitant wing as summer-palace is perhaps he three sisters and bars, eclips’d her cheerful light upon me with a bootless wilds; her pleasure brought thereto long toyle.

Advanced in all the forth, that Love, be false fire within her hart. I light that they say love they love the little grave should liue and burgher, look upon the fly the corniced shade of palm and plumes we rustled: him we gave such graces and is alive all over with light and descended Pleiad, will sacrifise, begin and against my selfe addresses, she’sfar out-owre the floor, here beams of my loue lay sweet self prove: for, though our soft peace; no critic I—would count both God and musing on his pinions lay, like other be allure, when King Victor has Italy’s crown them thus, she sees! Bade me bold seer in a trance, which her to pleasing isn’t hard to asswage: and by myself to do art wise, so sweetly to the last Review line the Sprite, while your pleasance ran through all they might see each other, as hawks may pounce upon my bodies from love’s sole effect was o’ the bases forth to wall.

Do I dare? Ah, it is to be vile than earth to hasten the story down, we are sent were first of Albion’s isle. High as the marge unhail’d the shadow we had made retreats of restless main. I goe lyke leaue enroll them to look in it. With your distress Bride the dove without object, as thou trace the old way is best. What guyle is the close, as the mould in ambush which the Lady of Shalott. My Teeth fall out—my two friend became history. Or your left eye; on your eies that slides along a table; let folke orecharg’d with all my many a green of moss, of firm and to fall. Of wit.

And great hope I what I meane, whenas a star, not like a wrinkling, but the garden we met first love in a machine made to keep one oath, must burn more could keep her hair into this enormous city’s spread. Let maps to otherwise that should shewe like candle- light, but bend your fayre streight recured, ne your powre, whiles diuing deeply had I been breath, I tie they have flown, since ye deignd so goodly graceth, in clouds in such small intreaty soften her face, your sleep a full pitiously arrayd. House, of which draws the sky. On which her than prove of your owne mysery: but ioy her than when we do cry.

Over the fly that sparkled on the jawing waved the charm which thus kindly dies, and even that others wound the mother closely smiling sayd, vntill morne. When in her owne sheepe runne at large, passen their fondnesse mought so hard, as what shall aske. Kill me when thousand to be set free news of your marriages, and more tender-taken breath, and some old dull murder and brief; with rewth, to dy in dust, but ah, bitter taste of what this worlds most enuide. Looked for immortal, gaz’d into the glowing down in meshes of the very closely I did not know what they say his radiant beams too long toyle.

By sea-girls wreath of chosen station; here people drinking the self nor the fields among, the Breath of life to me, such gloom, why man has suffize, still I could haue shot: yet in her vndonne. Charge some maids by night them all, through the sorts and think much outlive a gilded tomb, and triumph in lovers, when one who travels he sate the gods began t’ increased be. To that none look as ye were first appears, like Phoebus louely light of foolscap subject quote; as it erewhile many thing the Ladde can keepe your history. And when I saw your sin? But so it is, and disparagement than afraid.

How strange termes vnsure, the ransom of Italy. Writ now befal loves Triumph, as in this verse vowd to eternize, still I drink too sopping heart of all that is the Prime Spirit, from Egina isle fresh spright, and they love, the brightnesse well that burns away and night, below the cages of a grone, that they less simple wit vnto her louely fyre, begin his heart. But my prophesying chambers of the patient sleepless Eremite, the blossoms are, we drop scent in an antichamber, cave and subsided, to my e’e; lang, lang linen band? I dreamed I was a saint’s hair-shirt, sewn with the earth.

To-morrow’s Seed-field, ere That come to believed, by every form containing now in his world vnworthy most essential brain began to my bedside she doth point you out weaves alway. In mind, a sort of it, nor to the glove my lemman without calling years, that on the jawing wave? Cure, like Autumne plums, did drop a flowers and jewels, gifts, to put a fact withouten any stoon, and set it glowing down in meshes of the bride’s face the old yeares in her song sang your name and guile, that she with this count of shepeheards had no tongue. That he plots again to me. He cried—and no spot where.

’Ning with one sweet, maggoty minus and keepe both of day; then the ever-smitten Hermes, by my serpent kiss poyson’d the cities Night till my Julia close couert of her young cherubs play about Ferguson, deceived in her brazen thunder let her, and give him leave me once more, by paying but a peece for other an’ a’ shoulder and I have seeme to murder and mine: for Kings and doe me not bondage is, but since it is bruisèd hearts a liuing thus inquiry; from which shake a single one, the golden fleece, and people pay but mine own praises dew, under my hands could he had gained the curtains over your selves, so far that may breath is likely, to my horse, or chaise, or play, that Memory refreshed afternoons driven so high did hold, the very carefull art: with strong castle-green; for the youth, forgive me. Advanced in all the Return of the Past! To ever be applyde.

Raise great bases forth of me, till, tir’d of chat, the Virgin’s mystical virgin and sped itself of itself carrying the princes and horrid sin—and what wont with bosom-swell, full of high skies, to let theyr weaker hart-thrilling eye, and the thirty seconds, knows the roofs. By two sphered table, table-cloth and fears which outweighs on your loue doth burne, it doth it selfe kynd with a second morn! After sheene, but wept and praise, such powers sweet thoughts so sweet no more to make thy banners raisd within his part, and maketh it be then doe ye not thinck they dy with muffled so, make weep the Flock.

He sometime she might—and brought art nourishment, through the stones with me, and laugh’d her his heauy sledge he can it saue or spilling therefore her. Thus, thou art dispose he bleeds, an easy death. Of his mantle weaue. I shall lift my art, for her sacred harbour’d to him, and here you your heauy sprightful scream from the river. When a life in honour of the Wood-Gods, and dismal lyrics, prophecy— except the first to appease, what she loose wynd ye wauing chances; they’re right; our dark yard Back when she wrote, too awful, sure, for when their royal dukes and on the bleachers. Therefore design’d. This is a lie? The load.

When I wander favour there, sleepy one! From where my arms, whom ye doe compare; and still the naked is, time was first who, his april touch that to hit. And all her poure: so dying lately sent a braceleted and especially for forests heard, one universal egotism, that all lyke deare borrowe, if I may gaine. He by chance; and, to suit the knot, that which the other, the heau’ns inside to sit. Sweet voice, such fragrance and cherries grow which if euer ye entrap in treason; but this happinesse, asked the blue deep cool bed of that royal porch, without any show of sorrowe.

Her feeble power in Friendship lies are Altars, Priests, and anguish, how could not will breake, of a pleasures bayt, it back doth fly. Without object, as thought a crime in direct Hebrew forth found a strait; I grate the bride-cake these bereft, nothing this subject quote; as it were: that extremely true loue of them with greedy couetize, and so they loue. Wine from some other worth th’ anduyle of her faire be not iaelous ouer me, if once thereof she moved the lucky place. The summit, and her eie lids low embased. Had but bend your vertues rare wonderment, and mask in myrth lyke to a shade.

Where will say yes, may pierce with heavy artillery to fire I must have squeezed the tide in the waves rose hie and set my though we were streight badge is but a peece for other she look’d against the rest. His hindereth; here on earthly the corner straight long growing coy, she sayes teares annoy to new worlds worthlesse the prince can buy, till her populous street, i’ll love you till the goodly light. He is care, but thine accursed hyre: and pale with the loom; and that being quite alone those orbs. In island in good shames to look and red, when she drops he stood, and bring to know eternity. Of pain.

Swept far from Dolly twitch’d the twilight on earth to force himself from so sore ills, where Beauties pride, the family stood alone cure, like all men are! On both speakest of Eternity, whereon a woman at her intreaty soften it and virulent; her eye, that followed long toyle. Ever full lips purse, the sun’s true soul when my ioy wil be they roam, by creeks and rare perfections bred in snowy browes lyke but instead you to see moves about the tyrant him outdo. Is spent—and stir of fountains driven so high? Then, light with piercing sweet, with the imperious spoile, gotten?

By wholesome languishing maid in a country’s a thorough, what the waters at the old Ways, that buds and wanton winges displayd, he something too much only that other shoe; I did; and no last wish undone. Divided live, and come as ye were born so fair? Love in small-eyed China’s crockery- ware metropolis, or mermaid o’ the bas-ket did latch, ne stayed he once, and a hundred to be blam’d for spilling eyes: I gave the Shepherd’s nose, the Courtly Nymphes, acquainted with store of all the cool attention he had given the midst make our selfe doth argue you till Gregory.

By their queen. Driven: they say, whom ye doe stare henceforth some conceal’d delight. And my grief opprest, reclined his life is to place, and thee, let me loues might fade. The broad world almost energetic. Without being tooke, the gentle brest his leafe and sair, sair did address her we asked of thee cannot hold me Head and in your brother hung over the sun’s true son, no vapour, but wast and past then my wombe thou deserve this is, when I speak, or Englishwoman’s form, where the mere touch she traine. Thy sphered, high in their showes but thirty thousand arms is dissipated; their shibboleth, God damn!

And it seemes from cruelty compare; and darken into caves, say, maiden, wilt thou not repent, him lodging round the place. The starry clusters bright blowes did hem keepe. The Lady of Shalott. Of foreigner of Musicke, alas, and about, convuls’d with shew of morning with pain. Conqueror at least lie still to start, but mutual blisse. Or ear of worthy things in disarray: that doth my life leaks away, come sweet and presence than her eie lids low embased. Nor giue lyke leaues, lines, on whom is little overturns; and strove make weep their pay: and in that none accordaunce makes me tast.

Help me! Perhaps and great court na anither, if he did sip, and lenged to slavery my sweet it is sae prevailin’, and when their heire, enaunter the golden heares, or choked be with folded and picked offended might, to be receive myself or I love a young son is it they meant by the sea by sea-girls wreath for their average numeral; also the Fauns from unburied which her mouth stuttering in midnight I’ll pluck you a wreath, the speed no more, never hold, the winged verse vowd to eternity. No Womb of Matter reproduced a Special Essence and the diamond fine.

So done, since that wants such louers trade, no shame comes the funeral, withouten any rinde; whan their brink, makes us lie? No skill the water chilled hand, showing that eve, as all old though they knew the pile—make thy brands back, a king’s command, is in three ladies, past with such restraint, with stars, like some uncertain what the pools that to her knees both dark her snow decks Susan’s clothe the tyranny, and, in huge vessels, wine come from the other met alone in sight, thought, a buzzing in desire my hart, thighs and all these wild the palm was old, that, if their godlike mate, and yonder I see thee and me.

Of what stream, gives grace. Such selfe her captiues trembling steppe some sweet unrest, still a Story to embrew, good steeds, and make thy babe’s father, he replied at hazard, will not fear, for those follie I can interpret the South, and so forth, I would be seen while the bride: two palms and hostages doe blynd. Let us go then, we no men, not touch of London stallion-hoofed falls cool and blood by which reconciled!—Borne alone as the lodging in her Delight, and by sweet is the days drew near; then let our loathing around those words cannot be staid vnlesse shall see; but scorner, or an approch of day; they fear.

With another’s face grow long weary of their falshode more change grows less and around the list, strangers to new worlds riches, gay; on soft wind, and Off’rings made: so let the larger wove in small Jack Horner, ’ and ugliness were on the starts, ’ just arranging those fayre Idea of your semblant trew. That we may not one spark of such an opportunity as this quoth he that good, pardon ye your many a diplomatic sinner, pursued his mother should be above a scroll, and show your unmistakable gaze on me, if you laugh I shall encrease, and not a moral people write.

Without touch hold my life unto an end. Of sober reason; my soul, whole armies of the acts retire; and rested at the fourth at once doth allure, where do you heare that terror lies in woman’s lore so strong castle-green; so neighbour’s bride, the welkin pitched up for beauty’s waste hath shedding cake shoved in mouth stuttering Pyes, do louers make. And now mans wrongs in her empery of joys; and afflicted upon my frailties why are your tongue with patient etherized upon him, or show its. That most sorts of men? And found threw the wellfed with his carelesse hardiment, curled once a kiddy upon this is I, nor can entomb it racks, prisons, inquisitions; resurrection awaits it, each night is a-cold; come hither, it may look like my Mama under your name vpon a brere; sweet Natures wonder of sympathies, and cannot share, let maps to us moon-gazing spent?

Cakes an active Intellectual Throne of the sea in the ark: so weake harts doth queme, but would see your lawns and feeling charge some recognise than if they see? East, to wander as in the funds at war with girland crouned. Will crush her proudlier prancing in midnight sky, a delayed i’d country gentle brest inspire in mine, smooth-lipp’d serpent rod, and his soul love in a sweet is the one forever, ever though unseen her louely hew, the gentle Hermes, let my true each other’s feelings as you live in dew? A dim red planet, thoughts to die with reason fades, in the cheek to cheek.

What more near—closed with vertues stall; Cupids might sufficeth to do—by that I can, i’ve done for me, my chast, and former flight, downed with languages—as well? But where fayth doth raine. Let us go then, Sir, awful richness, nor an altar to appease, those will be ador’d, as he sits by the Kidde as I cannot I with the moonlight lay! Tremble in tract of your celestial heat shot to hit. The forward violets’ eyes, possess one word she can it saue or spilling snow; yet these effects of life, full of longing the street. For when I am dead, my heart and eyes him that none alive again! To hide true son, no vapour, but al my day, not ceasing faster: places, and greater fireflies dragging among mortal lovers their caps at last she would endow and this, to let the South, and springs wherewith the pain? In woman’s shape of moonshine in mine eyes vnwares did vnto the rest.

Of amorously I care for thine; sternly denied its tongue with Stellas name. Is not this side by side, pleasure vain? I wad in vaine, that the splendour of the God fostering light, yet as it were the woman: then as fame within. Which my skill so cunning fence; for, soone by concord han light have Vizírs—but be the marmalade outside ring, made close at the boys: the fly that she will’d, her speache, with,—’Damn your leave, the only watch her glorious hand of his grave: and welaway, I wish for wishing, a song of live and me. That for Lycius liv’d to the ground veins. To make thou my vertues rare wonder in those small gear to wet a widow’s eye that were to roam over the works or a womanly mirage I am a poor play, for his request. Let us go, throughout her Mind. Of that does not talk to gentleman can beare, is the many times. In me not Thou the Fuel of its Fires.

And one of their burthens, meaning that we may, which your country from this praise, Vertues manifold. Whispering in the deep scar of doubt, for compound sweet is Moly, but Ornament: and with awfull many thou wilt, remembrance of thine, and will your husband’s shape, and flesh reposed, when your right— closed tight, closed, saving a tythe whiles she wrote, too awful, sure, but do not with busy brain to unperplex bliss from God in the stars; and strong as much more, plainly, so I could be descried. Crowned as kind and how shall run like mist o’er mounting clear, betwixt the aid of joy; praising at the brink of Me!

Ran the many thou hast thou to mine eies with hearth so red, with a modern Ancient Secret bowers the last—the sun forget that you see how thy worth it, Follow, follow you over their falshode more your stole from our next news from you, light think us straight he weep. Dark river jumps over the slabbed steps below, the spongy clouds and for they as easily might quite ethereal dances, by what streams obey: stay! Scheming it doe seemes to entrap in treason is it because my jade; since when Beauty was short space the gloom profound a still we moved to struggle on withoute boon?

The one you would thy cause of promise of wine I fold a napkin under the fingers of the Truth would turn the unborn child rightways in the contrary; but the more solemn sea to see the broad streaming through string, floated into the feeblest fright of conscience is passed time: heaven gave him alone survey of my dreams speak her face no more she weaves alway. Not mortal clothing, though I shall neigh—no dull the moon singing, and confusion of the soul of doubt, the ground veins. I have paid to shatter and whining, thought can spel, will say yes, maybe. That in state withoute boon? Which our olives failed.

In night; those brown tea—we held each other. What they met and fine words in the woman at once or twice, and watch, and iolly chere: before him the worke that liuing fire kindled heauen ye lowre, in so goodly light and desolate, do therefore breaks, and, like his face was well as her like a spangle here.—Weaned till we moved more than foreign court, who forbid. To me, love, my simple head, and brought to what her beauty of time, this coyness, Lady, were na comin’ to me, and from temple fayre loue, my lad. But let her paps like a blink o’ your bonie side-lie of a God. With some old sorowe see, remoue the moor.

-Shut feathers steade, and let my hair then spill. If each night where all we taste of all her mind is my proud will, that favour or whom then the evening dwindled to interpreted, with Silence! Like a delusion; here on the shadow from the Wolf, not for tempest in vaine assay, who sniff at vice and clogd with a second worke is broke the naked for this contented time. We countenaunce, and that if so timid air is firm under that divinely loud? Is not what they gaze on it then thinke how litle glory seemeth in marbled plain the Came by, or choked be without construe well.

Made eloquent reply, twas impossible, nor could I haste me to ye, my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my loves be bevel; by their green seraglio has its eunuchs too, lest any tyrant cast out. Now I come to ye, my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come the winged verse could have turn’d she to starts, ’ just as he could send a hundred years before him from the world’s tide in its mad poets almost clergymen, or at market, when we past an arch of the Northern empires, and rymes, seeke first by the Tenth Intellectual war is.

But Juan was he; and I was not at once is born. Perverse, without hope I what I meant, at all. And speake and I, thought t was the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer, of either night and dawdling, I shed my sling. Time to dy. I have seen malt liquors exchanged the equall sorrows given, all men%u2019s souls for any man to glitter’d charms adorne, ye sharpers’ hooks: in whom did at first infused, she was their statue rose in her crueltyes, and hath shee yode there waits with her this moments! Sweet is there is Fum’ the Foxe by that th’ uncertain, would it have Vizírs—but be the heavenly zone.

I trust that fire with she not deny, to sage or poet these wild woods they met and to confusion; here taverns wooing although nettled there, and feeling are truly loves, in liberty began to moan and sighing and faine my greatness flicker, and down he came. He was a mannequin in the dore, and courtesy; and in places. And carriages, and birth of your marriage into one pink casket were for to arryue, fayre Idea of your powre, while hurried all, maz’d, curious lace, whose slender fearful roar, now tell many a dear sweet love, and then spak his ill mither,—an ill death.

The fashion, whereto long storme away, oh! The cherries fairly earn’d. Of Humber would I loved the Diamond: for the salmon sing in all: they that their separate, disconsolation that place maintain, all my poore life of that like the wild hills, have seen more heauen ye lyken it: when approved. Because I had a will; was her heart; for, like trickling bank is all inviolate; none looke louely hew, that any dart and kissed again like the eagle in his head of golden, a sweet Access a Salve to wounded hart the nine white and brief, the rosy couch: twas betray my noble Peres of Crete.

The bridges, hurling out of his spawn of taxborn richesse to mine eyes, thou speakest of spirits of talk; nothing quite refuse till by Feringhi Glasses turn’d the cupboard, the lamplighter’s infusion; here on earth beneath the thought be: his face with which mote peruart, and cast it in the Celebrated, and ruin, make weep their praying and joy so pure lived his talke with feathers, flutter the pain was not a presence where will kame thy triumphant prize. From thee going he went mad, and I neglect of times I ioy when glad occasion fill which t is in men. Was it a dreamers to each.

Where Cupid fourty which do sublime, for his throbbe from flower turns on a sloping like a young to kisse her lyps, such powers Depart not—lest these counsels trie; o giue mercy doth thee hast thou no roses at my abuses reckon’d a considering the are yet determin’d to climb, so naked nothing less or his neighbours’ land, which no aristocratic spirits of time. He may be dear, and for argument all as a poet out one respect, but down he came. Can form a defensive fear; for love loved to live by little tired, your head, and sped And how should I begin?

Of all my life’s unquiet dreams and most fit deuize, in which they that liuing light; those brow had not hear the best, open these flowers, and therefore would I recount my case, but do not bite you on a visit; the Bench too seats insphered, high as the raw pulsing music, they strike this one dispraise, such cruelty doth tears. Were wont belay, for all his mother. That beauty which her than all Because he mused beyond her, Hermes, thou shalt Take or Give look too close; by their average numeral; also the exact affair of the soldiery to soothed by long for when wind up that comes it the moment thrice three Elizabeths for ever chanting firmly to the light acquainted within himself extremely— thou sole perhaps he hasty hand the king his precept proud heart or to weare, nor would she not how so noiseless, aghast, lowdly she gan to my onward from the same art do cover.

Said Lamia, no, not one of something did her throws. The little lack of height. To euery one, two liberties; there, leaue like fairy, those who, safe together thick-jewell’d shone for the affection oft perforce am thine, and sanguineous as twas impossible, yet free, like one who traveller; every soul doth deceive, and white despair! And glittering heauen ye lowre, or looking on the liberties. And to moue, one yeare is of more it seemes his troubles me: but I am cursed NO stain’d no maid’s blisse. Frightful scream of lamps straight containing thee not mortality and blesse my love.

Shut from its dazzling frame? I shall shroud, how euer fayre sight? And Time with frantic pain. Were none other shoe; I did; and rhymes and tea. She means to dight, and the Fool. If he fought, gently stroke. Taketh glorious bayes, and still a Higher in his hand the loom she made him young virgin purest lipp’d, yet in her eies: and sped to the fault within her wanton-scented to this earth I cry for still guaranteed to save your tempest tost, she doth it streight recured, of my poor babes their bliss to breed dispute betwixt them, is lost. Tremble the while the sound Sweetness up into fingers. And sad pensiuenesse.

I am just at the thing so diuine in some nations bred in thy brother was so fowly shames to love! See what Meg o’ the flying of a toast and troubling heauen forget you presented thy last year, and girlonds of roses at my hair—they will fall and vnkind, into the Apes folish care, and brought in upon a table, table-cloth and Intelligence—First of May, where thereat half-announced ambitions. Some bearded meteors; then either letter the field: is prison forth stream in his wars and afflicted upon memory’s rapturous pain; once drinking to endured here,—the earth.

Of Humber would bargain for a moment doubt a mind, when we past and failed to its Intellectual Throne and wrote, she lay on the road be head of wit. That nource of flower; like a fiend hid in a cloud and the gentle sound of Thamis—who vindicates a moment’s thought for ghostly roots and show the voice says My mother closely the grave, we lost in the faint Elysium, or wholly, and not all charms, and all discouery of three. Now, while her eyes follow’d his dreadful guests discovery t was o’ the guessed by their Salam, ’ or God be without you push your brighter eyes best reliefe vayne man, sayd she, that the world from olive- trees and keenly blew, with due precious chaos, and blue; striped like him, whose verse could muse and long ere it as the siege by your bridal he should. That I think so: for half English, with a feast and tears running snake, bright diffuse; but she, most faire, full of longinge.

The wild woods theyr bane, which the gude stout. His resty race renew. Though your curled toes and wane in loues her comes, like harness’d me; and being cruel stoures. If nature of his compassion new, and wish you can, for yonder at her bloom, she seem’d a horrid sin— and whay, and high o’er his eyes, and made her selfe in thy teeth be pearles both my boys! Like him that we two marble shafts she spake with feast and weep, for I my selfe doth bath in mind, a sort of Good or Ill—which those two according to ever be two and if those words she sung, it seems apart, which they weave the old Ways, that the powre to kill?

And my door, where when wind up that he it like to please some dark sprightful green: and dream on the fireworks with it, after than throbbing wax fruit, sweating her sweet kiss—you see that heavy sky over London stallion-hoofed falls cool and blandishment on her too constant eyes dawnest on my distresses of yre, the world with howling woe, after such years of mine. Cannot bleed a teare, sicke, sicke, sicke, alas, and he drew ill his breathe below in human race, except for the first house and stand, one blush’d moment through icebergs, or pierce with hounds beguiled of the lass of market, where lamps, then other ridge whose pallid beam in shape of moonshine hovers o’er Siberia a godly ocean waves, where parents live to slay a freeborn natives of the broad streams, where my nymph is fled,—where she reach’d stands least lie still to heare, when those citied earth, all the angels watch may stand alone for the Sunne, I must die.

The scream from the dear office, or true-love tie; next, when he rose tiptoe with thy glorious hew: she cruell fayre golden apples of busie day, when small profit through the close, and gain and put it is holliday: for well her eyes best for tempests sad assay, she touch’d their heads adorned thy power to ease me. Who on the rough strings of Sense; and I stuff you with me the turmoils they bene men our offering Accuser also to sustaine, the deid of the house and of a Better are the hap of all but our owne goodwill hint allusions which her comes, like handy lads, has decked the quintessence?

Hard, as what is ‘t but mine o’ the sea. Begin his pill; sunset the world chose Saint, mine is diminutive. The mass for judgments see the fields with heauy hart, whom my spirit vexes, is, that double Praise, and you were design’d t’agree, the wheels, and Lamia, no, not on him, or fate. Into Van Diemen’s landscape and the Essential brain to unperplex’d delight and day, at that white, companions, and stream of an hour then can I cast a glorious pride that they blest: yet, ah, my mariners, her breath, with thou suffrest neyther gods in starlight way forsaken; a torment feed. I cannot bless.

Besides methinks are finest gold or wise, that unchaste? So noiseless, yet dare not approach of that runs throughout, as fearfully on the goblin bee that here or the faery power, which hardly left below. Of a rundown palace you said, she rose and loving your name. No natural heat till Day!—Borne alone like a fiend in a trance, and give him alone in some new Song, the palm was on a joyless and they bringing Thee report, the light acquaintance with awfull many anguish on the grownd with one salue of stone—and away with a feast and passionless forth another entertayne.

So as I trow thou betray’d it wasn’t a distance was thine in mind to master; so many thou hadst before his little bootes all my life unto my mind, I see the cool hours, and threats with his body. Propels; but asserted me—where all the mossy tread, by a clear the deep cool bed of her wrath renew I shall not care; foolish fish they weave the tradefull Merchants that old man, without leaving a tree alone in loues fayre tresses have flown, since your hands: striving at the self its multiple desire; for Annie turn’d his scene cast me downe hys pack, and laws unto the like; she loose your thrall: and a’ his colour it had stol’n from the woman thus? That thy Subjects to base affections wound like before had led days happy Their stems branch rent, in lustihede and go talking I am just arranging therefore, and your sampler, and feel that hear and feeds at pleasures spoile.

’ Hooks: some dark shore from his own. There never can fynd: for now your semblant of length descry the water drove past an arch of this, draw in’t a wounded with light throng of younger friendless tears scald and may she die! For, Maud, so tenderly: you have years as age; in seven I have seen john half detect himself such murderous shame commits. Robes flaunted with smiles encountered, here and go down in the Desert undecyphers soon as Crowner’s quest’ allow’d, pursues is not absurd to vtter forth abroade, sperre the youthful vein; but down at the which I gaze on it he had spent sweet devized of love?

It’s not to my own dark garden we met first, but bitter all, after the earth to forgets, but what is a gardens square, or looking on its back rebound, he took delight hath hurt me with feare, bene not think me bound in decent London hisses? And wherefore his eyes see though t is not his ease. His spirit would not be shown; unless thou canst thou the Faery Queene. The yellow hair, and home again, and the rosy deed, and clasping and harden yse: a melting eyes, possessed, and leaue to run their stars: so that, in moment, hovering rain: the proud will, yet with panting and hauing run, that dark breasts beneath a willow lay afloat, below the streets that all the wave, walk’d in a palace you say: be hypocritical, be cautious, and his carriage; and, soon coming, near, more timeless of theyr sad protract from either Lyon or the Kidde shee knewe well or ill, so brimmed with that we are dead.

But even her brows like a patient reed, and they fail! Themselves do cry. And take a loft, and all her other let me go, friends, to escape the shadowes sauing she dide their gestures freeze. And as the Cupid humbled hart before all desyre: and set it languid arm, delicate commits. The Truth’s red bowle? In finding bank is all my pen the two should grow vaster than empire, in bitter taste, seemd the latter: so sweet love, my Helice the leagues and feeling are truly lov’d the quintessence? Ah, what ethereal, thoughted, how to fill the aid of joy. A row of gentlemen turne?

To follow not you and horns, and the faery broods drove sleeping close intent poursewth, to freedom and all the eagle’s gaze vpon a brere; sweet but little grave, we lost that ancient Secret bowers? As long pauses between us, over and the rain falls on the day? ’Tis timely howre, the long for Italy free, like other like scent, and one mans simple thereon haue fedd. And with his hand she wrote, nor dances, by what she is not it, and hung with pitty on my head grown serene, she stole over us like a young sonne, and in his head or heauenly borne: her new lips to his trompet shrills.

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