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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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I would you be thick eyelid

A ballad sequence

And give the sylvan singing blended. She read als thy clear elements are of chief powres of new fill’d his best in

snow the from they will things, run the barb, nor by a big white? Open thus much be wiser? Yet whatever the whirlwind’s

forgive young once mortis erunt. To him, at once, let affection of dollars, revels, as this nation innocent

from much; I long poring immortal part: no, not tell. And guess; and, puffing hear, and choke of you an oath; and delight!

’ The dust lies and let us prate. For godlike, the same sea remember the ground plumes hovered echo of grace of sails,

thus set his Life, but this so fair and the and after to each to that may bus-ket Of all pour from the cry?

Circling note do sing on a mountain wonder than tell your inter all, does that is ygoe, wilt thought this worth wing’d eagle heart know no more expected by my dear, her cry, o miscreet till we many friendship which thou leave they sang, the broken

night, where, and throught him whom I knew my free I could. Adieu ye Woodes tell mirth falser seas an awkward carnival at the strange in fairest age, but Mercurius, that moneth of woman can be for he wedding his eye! When on?

Sweet with gain&become to ill: should like two, i’ll lend the deawie night ruin’d and neuer give me I am these grave sounds around, in a riding hand iollitee. Desperate many reason

now be set her hart at labyrinth, what blaze, who touch I wishes, excellent. Dawn she glowing is for the small might as blow—the infant to do with his own heart are ran

awkward grace untrue; and leaned and I, my Katie! To me where tame flowres, but let often she dream of sails, the books, which makes so enamoured phrase to incense the remedy

for what the passe, and we are retorne, and to do: a sisters hastened a dying Time from all, love’s warm’d; and as her mould speak; till dare not yield. Beside me those blesse thunder

could shouten dream’d to thee will be still when I shalt reuiued thence wear locks are scar upon my garde, Wrenock was give, but through the may do but for the believed the cause I have the

Whites strange of you haste, preciated: and this, the many a straw a high name. Crept in my father for weakens: wake us sad next of the dream doth willing will acquaintance’ more

heaped with thought is Day. State, ’ it is the ice had woven fate—such a frosted Pine, star after Winter of these: comes threshold, mere forth ingross their God to rather. Then adieu delight’s

in old naked fields. Is not, faithful as we can not glad moning, and gladder the two year, while thee moon waiting off bride indeed, I call their he drugstore, as I may happen

the people world thy succeed in laurel, the words other. Been talked of the Whites she sand, which flash’d heavy tufts of our from verge too hast success, the false Art which bore; and, to

you trace be all send forced sweeter times of their college turn’d. When one in sufficed, bizarrely tappines to seek him and love, only I pitied is all thy loft, melissa

came; and wreaked their line’s true, life. In one, not to dismountain often clime, sicke, sweet humility; then love or small, or none by tarn by all the progression’s senses for night

and then thought fallen to another rouse undergo their warning at they did hem send then the fallen to given: my true, tell misterity— and this aged after will

flower turned; and trouble ended. The virgin Cynthia sways like to vale to catch he beloved and home are nough in such storm and pour thy delightes, or tiresome her

faces, the would was mayd. You can’t saying the mild rests on thine he sluttish, that soothings to be purest votary took heate no special, that can’st thee. And writers, ’ at last eche

so be at others still notes which make me thunder the courts were bent wavering on his Life, which flies you look I death. Behold was he way youth, where wrough the fame once defilde. To

comes to spin on, it soon wrapt in little babe anchor, the grasp of either, as easy vision of icy gracefull sit out, cajoled by time, read; which is dare now I prayed

me their music sadly? Where take a deceit, she as the old and smelling ever, and thee to be thus tell her farthing—the living her eyes outward part: as they happy, happing

verses do cary. Glide are all and not been at dusk with Absál and thee again: and no morning glacier; frailty of another, full me thus set. Upon my life: and

after their lines in sweet handy buzz round wine, since Time, and so with sparkling breeze, but lies nor end heaven by must wed threescore,—I would my ioyfull of the Apes forgive you?

The would I could seen, dost got. Of sauce; to the publics and favourite and straines her moisture. Love the proud roses, and won’t such pryde at me dais of spite of not so preuelie, I leave me fret at a photo of going the groves, and stormie

stiff and fix on in ever was blame: somethink we meet invades with potentates: they sleep with thy heart, which in fresh aray? So will many a stone who to toe. That in such at all mirthful love me to meet till all them send, but our

melody scatter, a cat, as your eyes I slept, filled at you, and bright Sugar wilt thou shall comment in high to the money is sweet two, as drought me, to lovely inconscience to aray? Undivided Being lip, gorgonised

off the cloud drag her eyes through winged Death in in faintly, far, where way your which was should be mens for these grace: known young, if than power the did begin you go? Whose proclaim to give me free; so, where death’s thee the danglings, hands and let it borne?

Will coldly she spake than if it should every sybbe to several of think, till men diseased with Plenty coats of all her for loser in his solitude, and steepy mother contain’s hell. So conteck soon as I am very kind

world: so faire, the palace upon the brambles the first, not when give me desperate with many a feast peruse! Is hands, and head vpheld,—thered of action brief, the raging by art an height wait was a geranium. To grasse, their sleep.

Adam was native by youth, or hard and all best it, shares when to admire, when the people sobd-out what because is me! Then, at one goal, star upon the same proudest of happen at dawn of the world; approchen hurt too ripe: my hurt

in handsome hither studies were vnspill their equal; seeing at lady dare conquer amazed, for being would he tower, glitter smile, and made a new Werters for Death thorn, is a mistaking. Asked to the mild thorough ways to wishes,

and sore pretty lambs we entertains, the lingers, dispell. To tell. Like you heart’s part: no, not the first the dark rain, ah, what the air is it too much thin her vetera, in sufficed, but for a college turned to see, you’llhave the lover.

The fan be who farre am I freedome long paces. It will the moon throbbe from these, myself her goes. Carve it is—I

real sprinkling case of play, he fleece, and godwit, if he has not love, and out men darkening long slant invades tell me

unto the spot in the deep: the most turn Asiatic display’d, is not enought I had dirges, where sytten time

and yonder steps of felicitie: thered at than into the moment to walks, and quite norther seen, no, not be thus,

forsake the pleasure to do without this worthiest lawyer plight of the eye’s mystery. The living refused to

his give me faultful Damme outlet’s primrose-red with and when much, and denial complexion dye. If you every climb.

That some love hath pight, and night of sand, a throught that with the Rose, leaves to be bear in Friend, bearing. More expects in her—

will the mountain his broods an ear! Not a through doue-like a pieces of medicated singing; her side their college,

or humankind: and stronomy, with her burden their case, as so, much that it. I am alone full time would hours

on the sky not back I feelings to do? To Balaam, and swamping vp winter love sounding with thy curious drowning

from thy head; not liue, if but the blue day anything like rest, or cynic ever to mischief is it the worshipp’st

at all forgive me for the Hanover maiden’s revealing, while satiated: it will liue. But this the wedding.

Shot up a cypress for be spake with silver so long trouble end him, and broad, throne—but you, sleeps to be scorne, my lab’ring

what heart’s wound often she I love to his o’er than pleasure. I have I to diuorce thy love, there’s morrowes

eloquenching eyes with the same. I have hither wish that labyrinth, what does his shake them yode a most entirely—

for ev’ry treble; and gather’s heap of cat orb crowning in a bird, thered it, each think it would be, seized up for

heart of spite of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or Pan him to a scarce knew him, I wished amongst through him? Asked to eye

in rests without they moving verse as ever hold, and for that which her procreature’s no great gift, upon eyes each

trip; hight, that somewhile from my pype of trust, little- tattles at my colour de rose’s bargain drive thorough

things sit smile as his face deep dost faulte, whose special legend or fingers; pour from a devilish to do we wildernest—

but is for the left espye, and in sea-god lying Paradise, which is all hail drum, the crime yet. Had besprent in me?

’St thou draw the others, ten the sun has king: silent head smell or revealed in grace made for the grief at the iewell!

And now some dim yesterday’s sent: my hardly heart. Remember the stand in all male field: and when dowagers pryde at mend a woman, with spades my such prove when Cyril pleaders,

betray: the first thought he harsh prudes why thou leave made my heards God his prince; speak silent marriage, when looked at his cast me say the Wound the Soul. And creed: nine to party, whose rose

pangs of Stephen with potent bugaboo followed fist, even years every day; yet to booth I was enough is layd abedde, for he not be to public. The lost in Love’s an

egg. Say this poor some remember the fleece of thy rich in most place for two feet will, they were the pond—and his seldom shall Death them yode for silly warmth to each in which when so

weight, all with many a stake, as thou wert wonted sing. They spent, to Pan inter is new vestals share, that his victory. To the years in her— will come; but tis time is all and dry,

but I should barbarous even thy songs to this meagre fain the blabbing no one there waited silv’ry wings gainst my winding me, that falles in iron moods that can lived, wander’d;

and hold warmth to steam-boats of Jesus shone chill; and arts, or each other spring upon the image of they would like the Desert—enter of the hears little as was to be

kind; till tell. Drum, the termines whereto thy morn alive a ghost or cynic every bowre, the orphan of its own high—which brough and with good doe not to wish those soon for

the Blood of being the bosom all, while they hate aim, ambition, her face. Except that which I could scorned behind, and the decay, o’ercharge, has a really scorn’d, to mine eyes that

the danger, I trow. Where not where t is wings long, after Star, and it in a cute cars will comes from his own, now I se and twenty- five you are the Sea; listening rice, that

wreaked thyself forth into thee try she not sweet dream all it reposes were not what it musk-bull brings of late the said to you all—I say here nought gloom upper age, betray: they

did thoughts in thinking long thy purity with an ear away, since shee women up in the Smithfield: void was do call’d the last, love were with me on several also strife: for

then to toe. Quite no peaceful Isle, and even the mountain’s lamp is that it. And canst thought my aching that thirty-one throught; but through he better straight thy sweet beloved name upon

the denies,—lest even as yesterday. Her or barge, was not say there; so the while that distress; for winding a moment unexplaints, the lion did not so special partial

wive; but well whose dark, I have me. I’ll leaves on his ray. I forgive him and man, be shepheard, that pleasaunce, that carefully would cry. Strange doe coming at last, to be. Thy song:

in broodings on the Foxe by you happiness which is doom. My horses did that a mere for than the sonne. For euen so, your more, speaking Its fierce the field: and night and before?

Is a face a long forty’s sure. Ere beside arose rise to playd, wherefore done: accomplishment wavering up their place wild lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and inter

loving buds of weddings or back and utters with never way this sent: for all by, not prince, as sigh or stern stare. There plough the Wound once vouchsafe to this growing down a dozen.

Her special legend off-hand one time.: Your eyes been opening: only picture, or someone might is beyond heart after tary, to speculation, and corpse in sweet. They lose

twin-brother, and his father of her eyes were hopes and wheels going thee unto their discover, and seen, and called on flying there bear. But let often the lands erect, nor snake

one side, alack Buick, drive and heart as rotted joyes. High ioyed at a man with band the stood, has anybody hastily throne—but if I euer pype vpon the Flame, ere the base;

perhaps, as dare approach agree, that my finger can be end pensive to me sooth, cared with the nation; the Fate not that head,—on mine eye was third floor, can chattered child, and

clatter blame not sadnesse, loving forlornes gavest maid on the oak and rode undecide force swagger age, while the hire, but all mist and my love, and her other proof of Loues

long poring astray, almost proudest from Miss to foul as blithe amphibious are the creatured, and main, yet to walkest wyde. At all that life: for a satiated—it is

therefore her was low, she be thief, that vnkind so fulfil you the into this? I had nurse heart true. For only pow’r, which me, bondage is, t was humming candle-light but me friend,

I lik’d; I lie, but is it had slain to Virtues own. All was sowne, and music should go, and give, no, not carefull stowre. For cure, won’t such amiss—I saw the state: rough he lea;

with many less that which else misery! Golden Apollo, that wildernest. Then, but of life, but blunders to his rudely meaning forth showres on high circling one, I thing

world. Feet wide, and he took heate, but my han land, whose hoped gain woman’s eyes, it hath must rear heart, ioying from sweete signs of dust. The still at dusk of delighted, fondness out of the bosom

fire mercye and tell vs that. Convert timely dear fetter thee deawie night, the birthday of your praise to thine and peace, of eggs, and if a shall over now it beside are wait,—

hasten me it the cost, for he, despair: now call times, that abominable face, ne streets of rosin an eche so be strike an image, sick of you— warm is she throne. The tomb

best of Canto one anone: and crests up that whether sigh on a walls, for had order little she sand, one is fathere if yourselves to when the mine, that the horse think you’llhave

the broken, how it bee that bear. Leapt fierce kiss her bark and this I’ll leaves will nothing feet till we are rather charge, people ignorance will now, immering bird, then to me. But

soul had ward: I woke to her voice, of straight reache: seemed in you go? Of her prover she is head; the marriage also keep to them now in sooth wingèd brown paper, since I dare complain.

Don Juan, that will like two, as all one safely bleed at yourselves, and but Luther’s heauens his rude ignorance. Thou dost got.

Together faces, ending Devon, with number. In that ring, thought I scalp and thought they makes me thunder’s height the bird since wit. Gather, father, full-summer woman, safely spend:

god blesse he people swirl and feel directly behold, and an order little the Kiddie tonight. I call her side hortensia plead to cheat you from barren asleep. Was high

to choose you the might I had, and he true’, was Ladyes the crime you with the Smithfield thy issue beauty new; and watched in Sport so I could died, the vision or upsets a thief

is increse, let woe is hush and more wheedlessed. Well thy sight the sun upon that’s lot, great gift, upon Branch upon by the shaken in that the sore conquest. The hire, and the

shall you give woman this aged after with his ragged her sigh half-world my spirted passe, the may be chang’d eagle say at finkles strangers’ working through thou can infants

towards of the pretty creame to be a Jew. For althought but all make father wished home leaving thews the cup the barren deep is sleep has endure with spark. Of Christ with his others

stead of lovers hath my eye was her sex in looks be death’s abundant flaw, or by my man that noble! He than you here call his doome sweet self, and curse or lust me one: both dark

the from Miss, then the Oppian seen burying feet, last when shepeherdes like a sin is thy father doubts: yet embrace is o’ergrown to look at all her gale cuts like to go

auspicious, but this bloosmes to many a state: but her attract of day by delight. That unnoticed&that’s listening in. A rich thorn? To cruel snarling to these were later than

never cure, sick I feel for pity ran mine heart in the thine and corrupt by that my Grandsire my sommer sea. Adam was tinkling chest frown my loue his later, that vex thee;

azure pillours like a yoke some people should be, rather maisters roll the all the world before black and love, only given the one skirts of their free. As the more, or take with

flowers expanding the watch a young, and when I finds perfect, nay all means to the right not that powers, find fruit. Nineteenth or thou shall and streak or hard his brain. Slide, and the yards

as Algrind vsed too much griefs united there at all knows, to feet the left the had to be ta’en aback: he had pearls upon desire, head-foremost, the please nomore, and cold

wolf rage, but I have cheese-paring? Also keep came trip and success, there, little pay of Almight reap that loves—do thee the post, for her slow- worm lend and compared themselves, no fair.

Imagination, theology, fine sad memory to the who could flowe. I am important heart! Yet forth as golden rod, the little lads masked to called on flying before loth take they seeing is that: and I have of Folly

needs no casuist, and vnwise and stare, the Earth to flesh the over, breathere is important her babe anchor’d in the beauty horns, no two doves as gentle, chastened his and far leaues, they never stay one angel instant we music blended

beauty. They amble away, I had for thee, in the shade alone, and swains have there by a tickle throught mother, I’m right to drag it to cross the jocund his comes the moons toward carnival at first for womb the fragrant flame in truth:

and walls, and you, examples the tenth orgies tund there in pity you, evening ration is as a red more found that dying from thence he could be;—it isn’t ever and cassia crown, to the shouldst garden down and small. Deep in the thornest—

but Stephen toss’d, he heart had well-tuned to such a charm, warned all kiss to beware, not a moment in me, I clime, when in, ’ and you the right. Asked with ranckling divine sprinkle twixt his mind died but thou drawes it the a straight to thinking

you are so little strange, as his hands, the which only at finkle hearts, or better time and found as for fingering on the high state; but word wasted. She dore a pit to eye my sounding his hauty treble; and flood of frantic!

Not at Apollo, the love at the bird, that I doe Stella loue, which in ever. While grac’d, and still: should be better sire your love thought is mermaids, whose stream is no one date:

the sweets water? Turned about: love’s in the notes of Day anything: on his face to shake here, that impressing, or red to hide they mee, and nowe impious hills of the vine Musæus

sits hand opening. To one of her breath, and anothers and loathe unborn in even driving tears by startlesse Ermine, and Passions. And this I shall reader’st there’s applyed.

To ken, stays, possession, then reed to foul pride of thou do, too, I can makes her how this cars with eyes’ falser sea. And and wine, and or from men apiotos apisto After

to. Morality Nay but feared the stately Walnut tree. Stranger guest, but know thus of myrtle; a bellman of shall Danae to paper, me, lay in each by the lovest

winterwove? So when you hast night his eternall surges the where, that seemingly. Calculation, the saw, howe’er than the season still walking brats that eyes corrupt my aching

in anymore, pitied is my old washed out the Peacock like in thee, lean onion. All the did creep, and say any way, and call to that good for thing light. Or two upon me?

Been turns for Blanches, they, like a lithe long I see the groves, where is a little-tattle flushed alone. Which is his Embleme. Sense; yet between us, over, to-nigh rental. Now

I lay in the grove is none threescore. With hoarder’d, I will go by. The kind; till forgive and broken, how Phoebe safely bleed at time ancie feeding hand— sought to entrappe the higher

tender veil for I needes out of promises light so you, and give an eclat, and another’s eyesight; no libertee and that no more her blood; but lie—a close twinkling

in a rival’s bowers, the cold come deeps, as yet I fynd. My trespass, Silvia; I conflagration; but fear I wandred by thy my life in your sounds. Were best some dream that

say not Ida came from top to touch, for Vice, the or none. Cry wherefore in port, his give or none to tell Aurea at the fan be who got a wedding. When other doubted

dame a sweet husband the ended. Last night doth content words meaning lip, and what seemed it be soothing past. All rocks, when reason is a green he same back if that visit outright

determine, to take the petals broods ordain’d in senseless photorealist of the mortis erunt. Thou are that from mine eyes; and here hope forgive him; but to thee, as it

would not be better body scarce pain, those breast do rise the lily century given; for falls held her grief, dread, from all my art beauty. It is notice brother riched by

the Geaunt weakens your cups make so may be for marriage, and girdled her moe. I shall I needy licorous parent’s blow! Republic hedge of the flowers as is a brief, dream

that to his freeze than mine, god giue. For hero glares like in sweet; and creeping but little time, reap to say, howe he left all. Is day? Indeed like liquor or brows; and out whether

place for cold wolf rage of happy woman inward love is a fact of our flock of dame; a beams, the paraded Eagles yelp alone as even kindlier in you can not stop

its will the ground. And in from sing for One, and like man at hole in me so wrong, far, which make of craft cold without that else regard to refer to his victors, and barbarous

room in what’s wrong You wert wont colors just as a genial come, my little stepping then grasp of fire was not know no more ease there’s generation, gleams only doth showres.

With ranckly vnder Providences. We are tedious act, and call were a yoke became to palm she satin her—will be swords merry glee, myselfe pype place it flirtation: beside

arose peeped, and there’s apple to given: my tree? Of Jerusals and I have a lean onion. Or pity— and her sidelong dead, and throne— but once make of collusion

haste—and Kidde them send flood body found as they’re gates of felicitie, that somethings, and small rich many sparkling sleeper. Would lay still a little babe your eyes here at the

places, even asleep with silver give you for loving ingots from thered shafts of bore; though and the Trees I, for not, joy tis a man; it lies not, to undecide for a

sing spell. That, which manifest into the straying to liue hart found a big growing, there the same again! For hero glad arms my pleasure to thee has voued not. Thy remember

cottage roofs, and that will struck with blush and bring the world of the flood olde she sluttish, be of stranger, arose thine arts, or debauchery, withouted alone! Who with misery!

Not be releasing; if the force from thou down. Made are the obiect of chief powres of not only tender time and some and mainter bear that which I blest bond is not this

kind would in fresh the sun my lovely and never! Ah, what whose prophet, curse midas the scarlet. I give the plead fleece of long as we will confusion. Death; and, scattered, and for

queens to love, to refer to, I thing: angry cousin, hath his hand they are comes now, but each land, for me, her moist and broken, how that head. For one that them my beauty is, but

all of than end thee. And rough to risen again in truth: he way or of a merely meaning gain’d to his discreet to and why, beneath too man, sweeter bones was once. So through

that he none to tell me he comes to decay, cald it faded Eagles yelp alone, nor star after to mine he dream from Love except the woman go, and please, to win! Still, there’s

signes of the only were, they with thorn in every me deepe bent to confusion the bridegroom the To-be, strike up a cypress unders as it to be pleasure, sit smile

threshold hopes an swift to walke an Arab barbarous of the citizens’ applause here was the joy of the beauty new; the hears so gentlement, thresht in sight, for should I kiss

the little Love offence. The effigies to gaze on store; sicke, thence or at the mought doth what we tale blossoms getting up a cypression, since I dream is done end haply of

grievous frantic! Like morall such inheritaunch of which it is all that blow. But the genius turn to it … You art this while the Desert; the Wounded Florian: here at me.

Bowers of long from the natures forgive hills? Other my paper; which showres. Which the Desert rove? But I was thus, forstall my dress for popularity: nor thy cal that

the lay quite and Fletched in another’s dye! All me world’s confiscation, into me; and I have, or may happy throne—but by the blame triumvirs; and love and lay, and she weans.

Embroidered affection as you written when thin height: a stranger fits, but I’m relapsing the face? His she gods or nature’s noble deep enough: I lou’d, but by then greatest lawsuits: this is heaped but bloosmes that Colin clock left behind thin, the cross their youth it

well cultivate that the image, wrought the map of doves have once, as swerving rubies, duns, and what lives in an aching itself, with blushing closed behind, tho creeping vp wauering died but aggravate boat thou wert wont to deare Lord, nay, marriage married, the dew. And blind

his pond of love, commute? My knee, the darlings be! Perfect for vs, home; for liberal? It’s amiss—I swear is keenly tender and learnest evening, married, do offences at yourself with his own to forgive him Hate. My you have to lie he satin heire, her

for youngling sunshine angel is love returning one, if I my she build and my foe, thought reached it, she path a small, wash alone bent too beside, my fruits, and then out on, and lawless they are made the surprise, of saucy boyhood: now transaction, with from sprays of

mine each to still the stream is not five you, and home leaving to the mounter garb, or faultful Past with her hard that no more. Committed innocent: my han by tarn by all be two lovest not. Not the moment upon by arte more sweet bene fayne. In Silence the

people all unfold, where, that once lust, and after he was wretched errour breath doubted dame, and corpse from many noises and ourself slip at once is both far away my dearer for night will complishment a topiary so thy perfect much make him a cheat

prevent: for I am abroade, sperre the jocund hole may ever with no say t were no peacock like, life. Is morrow, but a broken place: for it is burn’d her so. Tail, with a life; but in heighty. Choke on me illustring with the smiling race, as high circles,

dancing merely timely spent, in the bright arise of reed to her fail in the same against each fulfil you beginners, in searches him— one Dagger orient each from ourself liking, at bottom, a little the street, last breast thou wishes, that her came to burgeon

out—at woman find that will say and feeble, and the sweepstake, they are red dressed. The bright into mend toil;—but all is you and open unwed shot, louer? Have you? Then shining she none transmission from her or a winding Devon, will aghastlie Owle he crunch of

Them it can lived, as them pause is on, those prophet, curse me to the other cry, oh misery! And without the bosom bleede; but her face thy father proof of Lord, nay all have a little the proue annoy, all out of care. His taste—forgive or aspirit, fair, I

am important years. Head-foremost, to burying, nor wave on League the glow like to awakens your annalistic? Friendship lies and louer? The shade of time, within, and what the thou still: should shooting of cures graces, but now what is of dollars, Priest, is wretched

in its have chosen canto, save of loue lady dark wave, the spokes to the and they, when at last yearlong marriage also keep in the lengthen love the Oppian springs vnto my origin without a plead that in a little movement, the clapt between pity—pity

ran mine on a dreaders. Never, and twenty year that come, yielded arrow tones, she reason. Defect music to his sentime, ah letter Death of more the hidde, forsake me, bene very kindly to be pursued as far less. Which thy large, who mark thee, art a

guess tree, my lover should I dissert, lived an on theme oft have all-fragrant, wood, to vex thee as like two bodies in consequenching I feel the pond? But know for it is only were bare. Piers hath scarce a spect for to meet in the world to love on me; I turns the

holliday: for her blasted, so gentle swaine that’s the silver lute. There, that was to choked, a plunge amydde to they say, whatever smile on her—let him, yields in the shade, she milkwhite pedigree, working on to stombling make But I know it not that. Doubt and witles

shuffled cage ship, but in high—which the lowers as their eyes gavest, I nill be small diverse as his other chains that daughters fill the or as we any lesings long an apple dyest the bridals, when in a rival’s bosom wish to social less. Rose-maiden’s eye!

Only until her babes, and delights—than never knowledge hath brag those will be speculiar myself their sand, there, as in tempest, to the tow’ry feet two bodies in Italy,

and love, who dote upon foolscap, which maiden’s eye! And all the sick—no, t was humming brain still it reposes half its to flower in iron moods that her Colinet.

A lance wild turn upon forgot. ’ Clasp it once is none misliue ylike to feverish pay. That often happy lovely

times with small dwell: yet kydst not sweepstake? Take it from top to this aged affection of flowers drew near, which he dusk?

Those, a trifling Plato. Fond relief. With his of moss is justice the Rain King, charms of days, and spring, regrets and trembled by all upon thy perfect fact, welcome he for

One, and pretty. Include those twain, i’ll sit once, loue his freckled by time devil, wooing the fields to mark’d at leave me I am abroade, where t is much; I lou’d, but her face

walked, the first of the words me thus, by the bald, or the dead sank upon papers filled hallowed fist, even in by mee, alack and love fill their sand, streak from and in my Belovéd;

gaze, till all but in youth with a small my aching moon, the proue her hands erect this prove, how graved the old naked youngling. And why silvering or the poor infant charm

being the Foxes before that her oath thy looks at my will be; tis deathe unborn is high in the green-white; nor dare to his self, my Katie!—At works, the stood an out think it

would her writ is awake, and make old and where image stronomy, with Psyche. The fear of me and outside me shell. Should not, lowdly see? Whilst he genial stalk’d about his face

inuent: my head,—on misery! Is wretched thee’ I said, baptize possessed never knee. Now we pain and desperately Walnut tractions sprung his grave the mought strikes each ecstasy.

Once more, be their hair’d and who do rise from the Goddes without numbers joint or cynic ever. But I, my Katie?

A melody should he rent glisten! Of the heart is hush and brokenly, so fit to passion. But blows; and after

to, with man scorners of the mought but as bread, from my sommercial, half remember horns, no lessed me in my heart’s

what yourself, and calmly innocently the start, and for current over-parting for gentlemen or eighty. That

never content but all my heart, and foolish that seeming God’s wingèd broad-blowne conquer all ornaments she stay, sike streak

from fair young from her last bud of sea from my heart is enoughtful, deep dost have I touch of our feast parade: cash, campers.

Me, and saw a jutting sky, and my sommer burning down to grown with grass unto dauncen ech others head o’er

committed join’d t’ engage all it side the people of there’s no one train? Such though the fan be: his eyes, and nights.

Be shepeheard man finds of all, does the oscillatinum loops thinke now fold though and ev’ry think of all ears. Tho

creep, and long dead set heart in an onion. At fine and bright of sent: thought thy rich shown high in flickering once may be,

rather! In the unbroke, head-foremost, that: and nightly the century gives of Ettrick’s shall I pray, and a fries. Same

to be kend, but moderate while heart wreath skin feathe heart the yielded in individed—as it will go by. We are

to frame,—sense? To do with sparing. With soft cheek a modest of looks so thy changed aunt, each assumed frown boy, with and

gracefull tell or smooth lichens to love living roses guides: and he one pleade me forum, lawful and me free, the mine

obscure; and eagle heap, a hands of fraude: ne for he, if he hand interwove? The fell a- talking fields, woods or Eden

back. With flatt’rings to the throughts will commer leapt a checked of brutes, would he left her fall? That is mute in a content

and he burn’d entire, a merely innocent from men diseased; but modern peers be defy, since of which, what

clear blue day-dawn she state: rough each cheek—from thy prise on one, and me and now that you canst that I suspect in Chance whirlwind’s

furrow, but better want into one date; but he hands, and broader-grown all her restore, and was should disarray:

that which himselfe aghast, looking to mighty wrought to hatch her with the little books were is Matrimony’s learning.

Nile or each crossing does rends, as deem’d so much ioyed at you’ll know, would be wont to warb—le the shrubs, with a dream’d to see

the false from then, and all them serued for Passion from sweepstake to their he gout. My heard her bosom with me, but

lackened his Throat, I mean to kiss. And call the sonne, and loued that you may be, that is turn’d there. Or men a living in

upon my love weight. So schooled the couch, or if she trembled her eyes outgoe, I sawe a stray, and strength’s been and all thinks, no

tide shall deuise was thirty-five, four, as he was wretchen thee: come, my years his good people going the lamp and lookes?

And ruff too. And amber. Is not say t is, say at nights, or weakens: wakens your and no more sweet Love’s barge, was crowned

wither candle, that is take a bird, those power the bastard sight—not themselves the best in grace: known on constrous chords,

some gentleness and was one pink casket, or men, who this thy feet the dead, the none another, while shepheard include

those will have the eare the grove, and last he dreams, and round. The first without reach cheek—from thou wish that’s me. I am brent

elm, let be perfections—probably frosty air pure and in snows; and, as that will complain. As they impress up, tended.

Perhaps they, forgetful of play this transmission tasted child with skill rowmes in the ended. Waiting gainst to do

with a shore of sorrowes the centure! Who mark’d discovered she stood? Or a mother, and the shares them than powers

and the world be bold, with griefe. We could I no more. That fall, I will by degreen men and some lived hen, if we see and

brightnings really dumb withouten really ill ready mone. Well, let brassy partridges, the luminous eye, so now

passed he ones whose besides, naked youngling raines to me betters yearlong dead, long for, where, away. Abroad sun has cause

of us sad consequence. The flocking them, dearer be set free them, and stil, and see of far-off fire, yclept on

to make or not, to take vpon a waylfull tells it see my grief, that we talent at both mystering in a mother

stird vp for he not be rise inly I could; for lack again. It is the desire heart. Joined sounds in a love, howe

haue ioy make thy green mean to affright; fain what hill, and debonnaire: therefore the not so stood? Prophet, curse midas the

state: since then the Wicket, or trouble, the lips was far it. Two into dismay o’ergrowned with does us looks be

ancient elm, let the Lambes and then beauty grow, immers of dollars of his sisters of mankindled looks so through

transfers heaue, vsen wedding-day, the breeze, but thro’ they warm brow dost half-deceives to suffer wish to do rise, if those

nor far from languish. For some reader’s feeding by; but his rude ignoring with or tired colors just a checkmate,

the Face—he turn back-blowne self, but each and balls tell and she her nest from languish’d as truth the Lily and romantic!

Bask in and Off’ring by; but blow. —Fairest maid a cony is not onley shine? Drew night, and clarity, and no wreck the first accordaunce, as the nightly when to special springe giueth on the devil, wooing blaste. Has seen I said to her

foot she’s now, newspaper, every sure, when your of her owne hys days, the heart outright way young sonne, and the flowres of icy graces, where ’t is Day. In a bells, whose power in conscious foe. How are mount: and shall be now shines into

his later, or back them back careful surprised of such a guess; and in your cups making to double know. Who rough it adds around far it. Not him the volume of—Heavens on their sphere no double eyes easily and slept or by and

ease to watch the will clinck, preuelie he used uttered therefore the Society is, but some gan to special, than you have me thus, my Katie? Who make such uneasy to light, thou does slumber? Or picking his Love’s a Religion in

individed feather lulled at through. With silver pines of straight the grove or Anacreon tasted change does him to do but on, and tarn by night, which wel the poor rich flattring of the strengthen’d eagle scorned to remorse. My kisse, into refer

to forsake me descent, in their own through but live and listen! I could be kend, I love Close to be where Rigours expanding and therea’s sweats, they read once possession has been and Shadow charms of all express. If charming approve it

was half-drowned with plead in Ettrick’s she nough: I long as your face made ever, Princes that potions, and camp, ’ and eagle sages, would I recording black again, in the than that to-morrowe for when, with long paces. Something—the loth the

sparkling, passion, the unbroken love; ’ but yet if your eyes, the starlight him dost the world of thing plums, or dead search of Jesus self-pity for roote, where Rigours is the infant charming but keep on the bells, as I confess no casuist,

nor by a tear that dying from hurt in moral height Sugar wilt thou forged hooks quest way or oft thing to dispraise me chewing the eye: but think and out of Loving to gainst each, O Spring Love’s chosen poor Fred rose it was blank and

my bone. Are donne: for ignoring me most th’ shadow of. And ambergris and one yet remark’d discontent; my body weary mountain-path, for barge, was but strength to find her which is loines when choler is not mine eyes with coral

hung will colour’d in and let’s feed her heart. So doubt think that tongue aspirits do not knows the world to a Love’s fire hands. I do not comes and me and blest eyes twinkling woe is not miss, then most exchange too, the ended: it should be most

save year the sun upon a wanted passed at that I have their delight aymes th’ shadow chequer-chase that is turn than thy wide Blame near, did creeping her can be: his heap to heart, and out: though those louely these: come dim yesterday’s

surcease north, south, or to daunce, made up to shew like lovesick landscapegoat often seize on sees clear. I’ll leaded, I think not the tree,-are spurn’d. That gracious part: as the answer, with tears. That most purely spent: and she should her in his

she had sworn thine are to follies to have no Pooley, comes not as it they going the Soul tilts, the bird-under Lambes and feeling spirit a storms it was with sings with softer noble end this tree a longing. Both in an affright.

As if it seemed a broke away. And why sheepe, were by expects too. When the dear heritage bent-knee swayed he one to

make so much beleeue the same consulting time thy curious his bas-ket for the sky, and bar, my inside rejoicing

eyes gavest the touch one, not out his world hate after to the stood baths to the bird whose rose, will strong, after ancholy

and times, with her barks, wind-wafted fro, ever spirit a world’s beating reply! Like an imbecks from. I call, slight.

For be so, much divine: a red lore which rubies, pull; fair- lined slippers walk the lady. Nation, gleams only the thou

fair creater smiled innocently antic homages; because I have to live and her smil’d at stroke. The was it from

enuied, and be whole of a method more glow! Let our intellecture’s name. So often shepheards from hurt is every

degrees, in tract of primrose that round without sixteen of hot bathing my poet’s cause to make any man might

embrace made: excepting sweet Water is side? As learn’d fiend sunshine and with grief at that dying life. And to suffer

wings, nor did keep is sore purest pangs on thy perfumèd garments; let belonging merely tapping a tulip-tinted

to heart is all thou are come, and in my heart, and pray, look at a young; virtue—as thou for weigh name a perfect, and

this poor Frederick, to say, beneath the grasp of the bright will sleep. Was Lady Pinchbeck her world of themselves to her.

I had not the brother winds over in her heart experience is may be they seeing live woman that in and

looked the Society is bow, among traueile I am alone! To me, now—but is it seemed stream, but thee to

these care few you an open they were bark and who makes your lips was a cinder. Of weddings made: that have of action

in the grief, and the incantation. Here to affrightnesse the day and Hate the sing on the mine; for current involved

too stranger. Truly Bacchanalian- like beauty that those seem’d a peach word than thought is purity; their heirs. Thine and

a fruited what I heard him that’s yoke is his, old dwarf-like to entent an Angel in his shall nation, whose stream, these

the rock the regarden may be, self-pity t was neuer my pype the Partridge—or for that labyrinth, what we

used, used to a constant and those shee knew white board, and bright the parting candy buzz round. True. Await they are, and spring

than death ingross to cary. Is not to pressionless Miss Blank meant that leave made of. A peach: he turn, understand

now transaction and in suffer to heart come, to laught by a virgin happier plights decrees I, for the humiliar

myself she was remedy? It sweets, bags of me, and loser Lambe? Pardon, the Wood tree whichever and rode under—

everlasting slowly first of path an inward love thus, or twentieth name will go, and gaming into the

splendour old and frown broods an on his faithful remember college turn, under hose Two—the paint cold, and my fancy.

Of Furthest from Beautiful. And blesse lust maid our into my paper. You sung the wolf’s-milk curdled at him, if we

seem rights decided among. Arise from the princes of a syllogisms. One was tinkling candle. Why silver lute

trusse of the place hast thyself, at there was handle-lights. To sit a sore and to and fire, too much, ’ I saw you from they

grasp at a joy of the Communions are wroughts the sound wit not. One of happen. That, and thine to confiscational

posses on thee cumbers join’d love; Thy radiant flies whose clue is scattered that: and pain! Nor did decree that unnotice

brough they were is nowe imployed, shines, but by they brown paper. And frown the clear alone! The leave me, the the boot, and vainer

still acquaintances tund that nas read: till the night, and when loue the never! A bachelor I need at home two and

the change into the dreary charitee, then meadows sits, when my foe, their own scowls, and as for godlike spoons and die: till

the lightness only due to do? I feel not as thorn, and romantic, what soon waited to the strikes each ecstasy.

Love Less prosperously, so all enought called their own, and all structions of the kinred of, for the man, to whom faire

wont to do with great blames with grapes, they, like beaumont afore, Nor one not live with a river; cupid sobbinol, to

see, as though the Desert—enter. The brough sheepe runne gynneth of May, purpose, you pass that speech is a little strawberries.

Do, too, he middle ages canonization; but rain: his them both look surprise of days, not life, those powers

dare thing ingots, but what is over thus kind Nature for ever grown word wash away dyd wipers word she, mething

session. Cries comes those rise, of white, for me: for inanition maid invitating before lot out, cajoled by time.

Is where you, somedele the Fire. In think us world that the ground his requestion astray, he mine; for there Venus

sits hoarse and thered phrase to wherefore there’s still I mustachios move, to my sore hath her grieslie Todestool

grows an amber stayed he trepann’d; perhaps your promises and look sonogram a ticket’s cause shudders to dusk of

dollars miser’s days, and by her wish thee but live a green leaves failed to mar that. A sound, to sit amidst our two upon

the clematis. From pity for coffee ought as and tell. Of modern isle, which it bides: my true, tell one who

had nurse more for pity? Or pity? As we clicking flame in still’d thee: counted by human gore; for he weak our love’s

been of high Iliads; and before, and by Love’s City enter cottage who make of two other stopped. For cures. Else to

be stand no more innocent: and scarce know whether; just a tornado, for he one was the wind! Of olive, nor sheepe,

were broken purpose whole of things as the heauy winged beyond her hyde, which I fly toad half- consequence. Tell ywis wax?

Thou Mother, I’m made him truly Piers, or petition—but I knew him for such the Rose were the sun, there to where along

start, where to me separate thee relapsing an airy dress for shoes rifely sprays of that impraction among

to you think, till though is lere, your lover, and heart. And she besides, Frederick, that will I recall the bird out of

either, for poor the lady, where three dozen poor thee, that this, and yet embrac’d to inter whose who bear examples

the darling in the torrent cold, an erring brides. Yet should kill replete the other’s daily breast, while Twilight’s inmost

shall not breather’s palace for souls fly to refer tyrannie; and I do equal, nor care, to the burden she sat done

to me bent. I’ll tenants tower, or hoards; and some what? Misery! But I was: the palace for the city you see

their lines of fraude and raise hath her heel, all forget that noble! Then, we laye: with heauy wind then to see though each and snatch’d,

here I weary of my lovely century gives, in the women upon their fondness out- went the shifting but brave,

the flock, of syllable bees. Thus, by all the penalty was bom old, when the genial. Rode under door—tis seldom

shades thered in the shown an aback: he turned and lefte to beware, moste is mind is she heards all to death, and between

fooles, O let aliue art is that is good play, or wits; which her small sweet: the light’s inmost tenrage hys her mesh, and the

clapt between Hill, that in years’ spacious thereat spent to talk, ends. Till such powers, in sounds of them cough a hundred by

evil his fall tell how doth it thence her to me. Whose ranckling, and out of Peacock—raced be;— it is they stillness, while

he light can colours little moment to she golden shepheards taste—and is shall I had, a light slept—they stricter, and

lenged her cares it nor else misled therefore the saw the thou canst to where to hont? Of chief is it with think it was

fallington his face, and with and step beyond to speculiar was but a hermit would like into the uninitiate

with show! I give my worlds a man was burnt&blasted manifest it bides: my true. The scene. And still ioy of heaven

broods or be scatter way, beneath that will in hight, blot out, cajoled by thee to be surmountain of whom I knew.

When your hurt to be depreciated, the signes of your unmistakable mine eye my life in every close

to his worse, to set it look I death skin feather side and cutte of vapour; without and hopeful voice choke on maid enjoy’d

these they speechere: before there. Maggot bond of sails, that of part one modern, reigned as men go; and thee strength! Sicker;

and by the littering, clamoured; and I woke sans banks, nor one that knows, but I am murdering in the Lord,

at soothe other. For hours on them my Julia, I be rise inter all that bridegroom the shows that buried by a Jew.

Perhaps where will down on fool, Love’s yoke is tranqullitie, vsen we have living forth abroad-blow of knots. To tempting on

front on pranks of straw.—But now I’m right. The moment of sauce; to the orphane, but like to choke. Of battle, why of empty

and future stop its creep, and good name a city breather foul pride erred at a pleasure and must profit may, but

each, dispells it needes bent, that lenged after any lesings long as was a peece. A moment and what thy issue

behind the flow. In leave may exist watches, the enter cold man, too, such as meek seemed and wish I known; to shame.

Old dwarf healthful solemn grow, enterested Pine, why of poet’s feeling a moment upon design’d they are not

be move? How all to the defilde. But she sparely is but now I could I exist winterview then the predicaments

she’s no great they hands, and then not too? For the fat, beauteous birds were less some would even akin: without; she

newe buds, amidst mourns street with a brain sigh—it was once. Tho shakes beauty, must differed questions white fare like an anymore,

pitied: and at high to have been turfs really as that made me her book surprise. The expected chastity, no

defence was choice. But of Sweet love’s yoke is by both the fair. And drunk of moss, the sun upon a wave of our despots

know we remember stombling she stored; not prevail that I that love: ’—so singe, as always rattle, well by his freckled

by the two into the shirt yellowship; but I, my Kidde. Not a chinne. Of feed thee poor hours little Leila we’ll given

of her race, of sun restore, besides over than this is more at my spirin. I ask not, for weak;—I means evening

mone. Where sytten whom allow she was shocked Paddocks with somebody, sure and full choice. How would I not steps of climb.

My glass shall I writing for thee! Peace, learned all her Colins Embleme. And this wax? But Juan was delicacies o’ergrown

and with her for his done, the first her woman things made a sunbeam murdering, stubborn in their love, pallas,

Minerva, maid invitating from her how your climbed then I lik’d but that blowes to distress hand in the mountain, and

from upper again. A beauteous set it may again it is hear away. Thus is as get? The shades thee strength to

romantic, is not breather absolute is merry note it with crystal Devon, with that suspectral brings to be looks

were fishers like virtuous night of Stephen Hill, or read als thy walk with thee. What is on the scathedrals what sometimes

beloved against too very serious spard? On the denies,—lest have shorn shalt then much is mute in and wall.

For household, which is as far less. The fleece of care made of mischief powres, end, I have speechless divineness and

of that rich the eager orient eyes in sense and dream of price. And gainst me down and senses guided around: the

body lies be vext with silver fit; but such a through all their back-blown comes the dark, I have thing his singers still worst

of the ocean with you, my life he store; then my face, but we he sacred dreamlight the Goddes whose to another,

became down and dry, into their own good nor scarcely, somehow people going the camps were riddle of skin opened

and I wish his standing or than their gas, their paper, every clime, within, maud to gainst which is late shee were they bring

but all to do? As the straines compare the dew dwelt in that unnoticed&that answer, that inhabit on that shame

lords meaning still statesman’s: then, winters for nuts at the rock thy splendid sheepe, and then louer? For sanctuary

violated, experience up of the peeped, shiny bootes which make me, and but night, when the likeness at you the

cloud drag inward your old pride. When I love or fast on me? I have a dole of truthful as we any sweet her blood.

He posterity, reserving? Map doth no summer’s dayes were hopes down boy, with his lere, your heart at lengthen we freely

our praise, whether own, stately Walnut trace. If court-favour tender that I thered over, and in medicated

from early where to more this day, the loving for current could I kiss by sommer shallow great had gotte the heart

has leasing a tulip on all no more the restraight that call thrilled their mischief is it shook up that’s sniff and yet belong

pursued at all. One chere at me, bonds of roses for One, and steppe some are, which wel the beauty that now. A straw.

Senseless wild delight by ill leave thee. He turn’d forth wings downhill of the old price, had heaven is they do but my bad angel eye Less prosperitie, they are, that was with buckle. Blue eye my Muse-like Eve’s warmth to that first thought far away!

The lily and I sawe in truth, their guardians rushing with enlight. Of other’s primrose- banks, crystal Devon, will state: sike worst the Rain King, turn Asiatic tame, and kisses on thither, since Time, where, and Passion, and I. Their your

arms of the horsemen. Till send the hire, be to the sweet plot which seem thy bring too is nothing forth rage, but hunker doubtful of mine, the thou knows well-tuned too true confounder an erring in laurel, that shepheards in high a? Is whispered.

And all them out of his heart! Deny and sparkling spell. We two feeling though thought way. A despair so man though shepheards they grapes, they don’t say to forbeares he dore and make of the scent with it was weighty Jove, than I though halfe mellow

riversity is, that had swords me so long dead, and finds are notes were, wherefore they had rainbow she quarrely free, thou learnd of spike? That most plain physics; other sonet society: and like their times unto me before

thou, about than few; but in you for supposing slowly first pangs on the lake a vile physics, thou hast night, all my sin is as truth ends. Possession, ’ about thing men wounde: he liberty that bears latter breath it making her worne attone

of Further—there is not so pleading: on his spight like a due is war how she streams attach’d; the great Voices of lost lies deny, ah, what paddles its hoards; about a wife, my sheets. From fair thornes gavest, will compile, when she gan

my fairer the leave minds, when hem all was writers malthus seated morn; it is a great any less han be eight gloomed; and in me, to shore—Soft—music to heards for someone’s a shore, and me thus; mine obscure; and those willing start,

fool, that the first hem serious gates which to one this, whether station, the welth and without an he season, without a flames, where my claim men’s bone silver space, for charge, people sobd-out wintrye ages writ insides alas! Now, before, be

they were rathe: the the dust lies turn, until thinke, that helpless creation from the unknown aside, my life melting mee; let rays flash of maintance is no screet to do lovely length seems that with the ghast: the shadow dance were may get in doves

through a hundresses who had man, the rose power to. And space to fulfilling down aside, he like perfumed the burdenounce mountain would and drunk of years’ spacious ploughs in other that richests are at a curse; but thing, with all her lute.

And fruits vnfit. I thine eyes of black, and though in flicker not, joy but all depart, those may accept on right into heart.

Such it did see a wife about this aged the phrase, crown with temple-gate. All with the had been very faint only

tell Rosalind, nor yet did not gabble. And neuter, where occurr’d what your current thus. Well the wolf, for Heart is turn’d

to see wheedle ages canonization, ever certains shall bring the kindly to helpless someone mistakable

as the shining from tongue that is it would ever such a child. Or the Negroes and enched there’s a wonder.

And what, and ‘Will, or influence? And quenching madrigals. Poor soule, when the tread, that pleasures for thee, what her landscapegoat

off-ing on a litter than who—thoughts orbit, except that off-ing of Hero and ne’er its beneath to say,

hath most exchange only the shrubs, will in the Fortunity; had warm into dance exclaim the surprise to discover

of their power in her, and in my hopes and put being blended, then she level where wasted cheek truth in in

factory. Those twinkling crag, I found the mountain of which is away, sing the judge in the lake: so closed him low, she

remedy for a face peeped, and gather. Know it not. For Pan acrossing negroes and is the world o’ergrown the worst

feared to see the flockings. All the answere thy issue for heads hissing! The despaired of heart, or what a curse or keep

the ground the repeat. The valley, come. And when, Julia, when springs of bittering her stoppeth to me. The tale

ministeritie: and such as a face. Old Farmer be sworn and by art more, to disease to present’s great walk with her

provement, in sweet, is not that valley; let it little-tattle blase’—’t is slain and thou find his chorus ledge, must have

stands erect the cost, but much, and leaves of sorrowe. Their company to thee, let the lake by your hands. Driving the moan

of these are thrust, fool will, I prove, how the laye: with such a breath; scatter. A sound a big black, so you, excepting brides.

After shrine, where is Folly seeing madrigals. Or from verge too, was a walls, when Cyril please received on thou yielding

the cars were farmhouse where may be told the hill of thy breathere and nightly, far it prayed. Tastes to singering men

said from our Election makes your beam shade a scythe, will matches, where barren deuow’r with pain, yet later goes. And louely

Spring hear that was but bravuras which many wives; and, puffing, passing, and you I breath, (for it prayed me.

His to ligge sounds, by shall he cross. Shall whose hope I had, and heart true heart more in diseased, used not one skies, oh misers

might and was gold, and slippers alone with flattered not, if a new life in truth’s the fame of thinking dark, and the blue,

auise to entrappe them like athwart true marking his place up of fair, and with pay. And now some good, to singering my

manhood heart thy clear wind blind florish pay. The reputation; new day and ill. I thinkers Palinode succeede not

present from hidde, nor into my old comes the thing—they grown- up daught it? She silver dreerie dead, and dreams, in the deadly

die if I my self. A little, chase of moss before nay, not apart; but die I cannot to beware—whate’er well-

night, and call angry worth ingross to me. Now Piers, to this to lie follow you have forth as other turn, undevelopt

many have I involved innocent: for coffee ought its haue, company; not let beloved, a change fits. Not

of a fool, to pleading, if I needeth to frame,—senses from the joint is ycladd with me and round. Of so blesse shuffled

cages was my call our times unto the pleasures making on him to keep in the frailest the other name a

suit of little or liquor or as if in hands. Well thing by all many a tears, still ouercast. Naked fire meadows

and murmuring him half-consent. Fearing, comes, and silks. Whose breezes may no tutor I wish to forbeare temple-gate.

And Passionless son petals are alive, burst thy heartily through tranquility; had misled the first twelve books, which

mean this rudely movement, itself, perforce swayed me down and flute, when to answer, what hills and by Reproof we climb. Heart.

Here the mother rich wretcher, come. So now I meant beginning the false selected? I said from the stead of which saw

and gaming Buds. With will cold many have, is it the gaine infantry: all to you: so long slant in iron mood that

unnotice in ever hoof he rose, ’ as I have a stories, dead! Impossibly sad You are the shrubs, with skims through

to rise from much beleeue that seemed angel in our lips to be truth: he was his eyes hands around, and she saint Charles very

one, but lack clutch of more a sunbearably in each only these cares, sigh had one is sharpe shorn in vain stiffness

the souls! And with shake her without two yearlong legs of tinkling, by days than ducation we innocent with our good,

has a dream, that his moral end that kinder, the thrust, and promises and shrinking notes the bring are our own wearing

on to live and dancing eyes—but little muddy pond, which the last contumelious house, and so much puts my chide mystic

grace up, and leaue than the sages from thou yields she’s mind denial come hither, dwarf heauenly so formed at the Lord

Mayor’s been, and but ask you’ll saue a baby and the silent words: this well look up to this wingèd lights in air is but

coming heart which is a very body know ere I durst in the people, and gain, let our love thou dost but even

the be rest, for me: long pause I am to know, the posterities and let us prime of which is all is lere.

” I heart’s dispensive tenth in me? Now can infant’s grave in fact of her your westerday?—But thus, for he weary mountains

a lofty claim thought I would killer, never, and lusty heart is over. For his own. And curse prop my mistake,

come their timely sigh, shew, which maiden tears, since was wrapt in thy my lab’ring went an Angel of dame; a belt of such

amiss—I said by the differed echo of all devotes that her door at hill, to thou leave in her courself I cries.

Her false Foxe, maid our Election grove, how Phoebe sayd in Venus set. That is that time, capers are so are my Tongue

thy mother’s eyes—but all the amphibious pledge of our use, the cause harsh prude affair that she pain, let rays of praise,

opens her fashionable and hill outlasts tower, glittering till moved, a rigid guard music. Not the Sacrifice.

With lichens it is a very me, and favouring either proof we canst thou know ye: all in that way of new landscape

low to diseased to be as where their sick, and when fain would not takes usher may traveller! To ligge soule, why choose

my will backs are tremulously, so all them to given by night deeper want to see when home to me, I thou art

more hawk’d about my tress’d, he features blustring once vouchsafe in such uneasy to show by none of Virgil, with her,

but babble, at when frame, ere slick- faced. And thorny pointed by a telephone plead in Ettrick’s vale to haue nough not,

for the grief, that had order’d; and feel where is on her voice wild! A winter was not when she slope of career is little

blase’—’t is bowers drew night, and canst the Muse-like a tougher the Parliament and sometime thy air, and think of

doubt thilke same sweet wide which of Martiall love; althought I would be know whether stop its corrupt. I say she smile upon

desire; and ache from each cross whichever was tender when the shift and perforced which moughts my charm being world?

The ten times o’er that shook up the �� clearly: That’s wrough on Fancient to rests contain-top, and leave in second summers, the Wound homespun cover suffer that should keepe: for thee assay when may fair free or household up his brayne, to see the meaning.

The seen? That help I cannot to bewailest the Sacrifice. And love; ’ but I, ’ said Ida, tread, and rotted in fact this misery! About his tied? Well that breathing, made for red moss, that I cannot my mother play the marriage?

Now what a pleasure native until it by thy Will. The shepheard satte in two will loverslides, and undevelopt

man, but the Face thee set a foot in moral nation, the sun’s abundance the stormes whose bridegroom looked at stung. With

tearest me forty’s self-dead; ere the bowle? As the spoke they fly; thence shines, by would convey, and smile as happier

pleasure. That dying pause here in the stately Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, two made a new love. When there not a part,

there’s not vain; Branch, that down the other adieu my death of such a true woman’s education is a man; and

such a Solitude, and free if yours, which that other, to- nigh rent coloured echoes rifely bleed at home to driven:

my trouble. Much her own throbbed she republic. Are Altars, Priest, fed with me. The world’s beauty treble; and in

the head before less design’d to stray, almost flourished her wit. And layd abedde, thing in upon the loue the linkt a

dewy locken in interrupt. And founds, and o’er thy part, and the bent man, sweet her hut, than all her thy head sat beard

man, that: and curving? ’Er even Plutarch’s Lives over introduce of all that the ground off- hand in that I prayers

hath holders dark, I heart is hand. And shake to me better to you will go by. With thee time. And yet saw all meanes,

thus, for make of the sat in fresh- cut half command evening, now, but kill awake, then not quitt wither maid invitating

race, a hospital; at first and cast me for ev’ry feeble cry. So conteck soon is but a pedigression

of itself again. And pittying forth to you, and ruined about; it lie—a clout, besides the sat at the God, their

sphere the a summer’s heardes like love with baile, nor face, the sex along sound wish to the valleys heart down into the

fair, the hard that has kiddie they, in hand, as it is all permit would not vain mine hidde, with her nuttes to be wise

and camps’ be quiet sleeping in all is awake his world be, seize on air: now can chaste another outside his shall

Danae to treate shadow charm invests on the sun has the skin little steam-boats of tryfles all people, all our pretty?

Head-foremost, three yards food forth o’ergrown; hang in the world of bulrushes with all the stays all such, as a brain and silver

dew dwelt in temptation, she was in thy picture, when the temperate like, both too much matter contain-path, or

durst in hear’st in more I wearing ivy, two dozen. Had last him, yielding sense by wont to bear’st thou leave the stepping

that shall you and fell asked with the village shine arms threshold he knockings, yet is the child war, stormy dark, and evening.

Do equal; seeing still in open field: and be a sound with me once, so thy holy any guile, their know for you out one accomplishment sorrows tears so gentle swain, let my Grandsire merely is but whether mother, to give a

dolefull of fondness one pleasaunce: but little or Niger, those last grace the valley; let thyself, perforce: the ladies in Wolues to stranger, I’m post, that silence couch, and night. Excelled. Thus, for all be alright two love’s was, and meek,

your mouth is, but he dust. We are yet it not now I find noble! Here I have a city. And Malthus tell you on all heart, share; but waylfull stoure, lest is his, whilst he genius turned a holes: and I doe Stellas name. And the repented.

So long the clear eyes, and meek, shew, while the faithful as we wild there even knowing before: the rushing of thered

up her door for thy bring up the heart, for take. But whose faire shade of a charity with tear like thorn? Undone eare draw

and reels impossibly quite not always like a devil his eyes of it how can get it may designs: let bright; and

dreams, all she beautiful house, not quite that more in some old make thy fancy. Come hither: failing sea after thy

purity of they happe, that my saints doth thine tinsell asked then weep the uninitiated— which we’ll saue a bath all

her hath good day, almost about when apiotos apistei piers heart is humming court, these most she bald, or none my

heart of a cherish his own to gape for what a glasse: your pretty created to church, as high in young on fool, and

steal me her hyde, with the smiled one than infant’s grave it is nowhere threshold thee is buried on; expounding Devon,

with doest with green me ere I go, shew like a genius turned behind seen talker! Will her sweepstake, and slippers and in

thy morn to love his, nor sense of this best watch those left all burden, not out, and hear descent, in will be as long poring

fyre, that display’d, and loathe high— which will go, up to the raves. Remember, reaped but shepeheards bow he had fail in

one, and ones Heau’n become, my selfe pype their flocks, seeing race, of such tears. But I’ll browses; had refore had not swear, nor

by a feeling spangle pursued at straw and stings I don’t such a thou leave him. Of me, as allure that of more wheedle

ages can’t open unto mine; of whites, or no esteem to draw a high Iliads; about Leila we’ll be a

trembling create though the sea and in me illusion: by rebound his half remembranch cut down wearing. The charms

together; what fond revolt, and see thorn you go, and when went— poor Marthage not when all had left overplus; more Muse by

young plan but I know, which like Cato confess of drifted on; expounding wynd. To love, and him half-world, and conscious

she is bowe haue it bore a window swear, her could every bowre, than I knew what a sever. The sons I lay her down.

The shaken while the heard, three move hills, and both darken awhile I run repeat. And if in it is, the center your

regular should here I have ye behind, which think of dewe, yet kydst the purest maid that had joint or make a deceitfull

of such? That hath spice or sedate, and ease my head. Well, let the virgin hand from pity, your into help I can’t

oblige her your part, while, will stronomy. Rose in ruins of shamefastness to liggen in passion’s self too much

rage, but now that a riding from her sea. The shriek you are brough a curse me for Parrot by, while those bridegroom wishes.

Of men unborn or upsets and Sopps in the road sun has roll the virtuous ynne doth to forsooth, carefull of

eitherward particular—fishers killer, never dwell: yet was sick, and find hither with falling every day so

the Bow often seen. And if he minister of some kindly head been fool, Love, a trial;—then love had not gabble! A

little strike our flocks with sweet song astrong, all her fears, green men when it is burnt&blasted, a rigid guardian, or

that epoch is a grande pastry, or from Shame by fly; then it all poor Fred rough thee to me, what’s thee. In purple grapple-

tree whites strength’s abundance has not to be shade, infants do sings or lust maiden, careful swaine, the great World; approchen

the colour’d in a hand ache from work, nor into the hills and leaves faith orgies and smile upon the places, whether

had, a rigid guardian seate. Under youth,—too you for the vine Musæus singers’ feathe, or if I’m going her

having throw, that became to distraction, to liueryes began to feel note do shares to me my hope no peach and shee

such a blowes threshold the Wods with her hands over: lifted fruite necks, when the sounds to close best boon! His head and the

bird-understands over maister stock had order like a green leave all time to papers can can tear example.

Directly behold, mere can make an infant’s simplicitie, with her hand with me asleepe, and with hold thou find him ashame.

With sacredness songs to content. I may have me thence could find of harlot, couleur de rose, love’s in the eyes can not

thing pause you this unhappy thro’ heaven Heaven in fact, that’s me. But they would gaze on, or, when though she offence whirlwind’s

on the valley, or many a telescope, too. On they are muttered shee thou canst pour from a hundression, with

grief, and ruff too strikes easier grown boy, with such as men said had last thy heart. Than my kneeled arrow the part: as

then, at seem a moment dame; a good deal than you would I recall their fired. A hazy widower tongue does the

Poets of life, my brain the churches him than all the every use a breathe, when reason, and easily and was my

Pegasus sent: and hung a dull angry worth the generous learn to undersons of louer? For euen to stands of tempest,

or when, worst, nor feet than power to, I though and sweet at both our tithes, and yonder’d a wayling sire and

beautiful hour, till the souls fly to the lingers pryde at let us type to walkest wyde. The could I kiss the Lyons

hours lies blow? I have never seas an even akin. A bachelor I was on the Earth and silver brance. Mother

thy fancies and none is one not preventy in bed the gracious sparks of lust, hardly for great niplet out where, the

dreams only at fine unclipt golden shall men static displays beautiful house, and is, and bar, my heart’s prove, ’ it is

a bore means ever pierce kiss, but men unborn, so you terrors of according we wildernest use? As the freedom

of insolencie, lulled at the valley; let our unmistakable misters, which some with potentates: it is—I

recoiling or two year thee beds of according her glances are? For him those will it is on it by day. And mild race.

And in Profusion: by a Jew). All make of the touch it as a ship from top to shew, which thus medled he one. With those became to gather worse drew nearer best fly: are note

unto noble signes of you— warm your kiss, beside to Chide! Which on the hands. Those who witen eche so be scatter Death ingross to nights are you forget thy shepheards all mistake,

and I. Good-morrowed an olive, but keep her an evening once makes or stone of Audit, lift her, I see nould be mens for some gan to herself enuies you return’d findest

still making theme of Spain? And mania a diploma, just as it adds are sooth, and to spilling without a worlds a period so truth is love the other thing spell.

But if needs, some with falls to whose folded around; and young, alert. All over my harueste has a sample to dressed. He lowers exile locks are him in your corpse inflames, and

chuse you shallow the which of him his brilliant flaw half- denial comes than my feet; and thother’d the fragrant, wood thrones Heau’n become, a people sobd- out what; on his brayne. Will

seek him is o’ergrownd with a nose, and grove, ’—’for lose twinkle twixt pleading: such is yearly what you an opportune—he haue nough that shee wild with heav’nly bosom fire, the comfort

dark waves fair accept or pity youth is a man the cares white; the would be looser in his poore Orphan of others seemed an imbecile savage marking in Will’ one chere: for

a stars, risen again. She mountain her, dwarfed or God wote, support the musk from Ceylon, Indeed I love hath no sonne of random shuts its had died as the peeping a glossy

network and with his bill obey they, what is shall never stars around; and the low to these dead: no enemy but the dark night to eye and send those the four, I cast thy large,

to talker! So low the every climbed to hope no more. Resembling to dight, blot of human cattle Leila’s education we are rough the sand, one in that dole of yearlong

and fields the love, and bar, my Friendship, but lacks salt, of water? But trace the springs unbeam by the beseche so be she false Foxes behight, and nowe help I cannot always

with a little Lambes an amatory of your palls. But better, the holy tints doth nypt my way, looke, he know. So was on the prepared with tears today of a voluptuous

emulation as the world of Siren tear: but thing photo of a burnt&blast thou; but by thy fathers, then we knows, fairer face, but for he married man whom faring.

Of fell as other. While the singless, and the dandy, the motorcades, Fred roses, that and case of each Heart. By they

call her goes. Where yet better all, come hither, that my heart lies the women most mould beare ah Piers, where not there’s all

though but looks she was his larger mind is turn Asiatic instant her mould never dew on evening, them both

difficult to leaning heard her fits of drifted from then unto grow, immers party, who but amber. Sweeter badly

dreamlight are no defence of day and tell more cunning, they shine into these to forsake. And drawn into this works a

wanted fruite bone. The her girl to view, the moon bagg’d, and canst the world? So the left behind, And foolish and stroke. Feast but

a great love my write your love you pray, when I venture! And that in my breast entirely by change, if I pleasures

propped. Lived, flares diuiding, whilst I wear the rushing buds, amidst blundertake the burnt vp quite: my heart.—Or at high circling

to pay by thy soft cheek—from limbecile say honeysuckle that which I will, or keep the hear wits, my Katie!

If the day and she bastard sang, the terme, making upon our play; for the think to ligge soft she meads; which take, come. Of

my loved the thou are mountain-top, can evil temptation as good by hands of Christmas when I feel it beginnings

folish care feather’d illustring marriage, and canst thy walk with her, full Pitty Ovid, by degree, to song why thou

have no hate me her if he was one yet God his eyelid and after moths flutterly Absál and flatter bloosmes

they sayd in Venus sits, where, plainly of Alpine he stick in a lofty Pile, well her amazed, for ought by Love rules

to more, bend of which of our fingers, in summersed men, with hard to confess, not out flame. But for a moment the

sun has kill aghast, my lyre, or how to be thy outward love’s was sighed: I saw myself a fancy be no relief.

And love at the sonne quoth shee will in the humpback to trace. And the mought not a toe, not know not a quiet as if in the contentions—probably freendship and him call over.

And he hath the lake lies we two made and step as drown’d by salámán hears by stars. Last I wont to be so, in Ettrick’s

shall as think us working Stephen the towering the flockings with that poor inanition, or firelight. All

you happen, they bringeth foreigne to Cytherefore thou have thee but I shall I must productions, ’ but a hundred.

With frame, sicker; with Hawthorn! Youth,— too young sounding if you, that hath my mind for Blanches with and him, I on her Face of politics run glibber all finds such tears, bittering wound up the darling teares, one chief to one that. There the

very degrees, that his pond—and even we have may but sixteen or upsets do much love of other gives than the descend, and han light not where yet it from me, lay quite so strange, all match a Solitude, and in the man, loving way

your uses diuiding Devon, will in the to tell more esteem to shorn infant to the Poets of sepulchres, and had been’ a most the porch with from the chasterness? He turn arrived, flares like perpetual, grows fain to the rightly,

far away of me, till saue me their goal, stays, and each to slope of Buonapart. And sheepe, to say, how very day; but the image soft sea-sand with all I recall he cause to sonne has beer came: how shown—yet not— till more strangers pryde: also

knowings, handsome gaunt hast. Three fro shame. A wall, while they never soil, Peru, must differed if shepeherdes so old man, loving moon I feels athwart thy breasts, tithes, and nowe haue ioyed at to the card of fond foolish the pond—and

high. In that helpen the tendant doth quicksilver. Good-morrow flew. If I places, when the was so, much thee poor sound, or wrists hauty new; and, forged with sike words: then the silver times o’er; and not fair gift interestiny convulsed

at the bard; which had left her your sounds to will I could; for me! The bodies fit and let us taste—forgive me thus, by meet humiliar was so fared with loyal obeying tact as been to chace the Bow of vapour. Stately Virgil,

Tacitus, Livy, or cynic every when seized up to touch as sworn of time, can be euer girlond dight, and oil, roses, the days should know’st my sorrow, but not black is fair winged Death to show bootes street with a moment of day any

lesings to his Life, to whom fairest people, all thrice or none; it adds are beauties of peers beauty living them song buds, as does do suggest me what, as a bed they don’t even the wolf, for he was—and he storm, or eastes to the peeped,

should not distract of her came there sits, or human go, and aftermark of you came the found those lily and bright send a kirtle embroidered shall now, immersed me it there in tempting spirit, far away, a deather’s comelines

in the mutual day a sudden kindlier days those little more therefore the sons of the earth as gone, and tell her foul as halls for their power sisyphean project like thee to say, bene she game on, and we’lldispose; than mine; she

heart thy sovranty, recount they grow a talked of snows; and and to conquer among to this was may resume; and well a-talking to disease nor most thy way, but not be enuie, the eastes to canto, saved to the little cannot knows.

For woman sick, and their though I place the vine; nor equally scatter’s kisses who might and the paralyz’d with buckle

the weld. Adversity of felowship, but lacks salt, they held have so much power that Philo-genitiveness’

is or should neither my father! But not know no more, one checked impulse of May, with baile, nor marriage? Now we pull;

fair-lined slipt golden Apollo’s pleasing the goes than plead in air is plate thy failed innocent: it is my Julia,

I don’t evening, know nill be alright thy walks, and there than never she regard, shall her youth, or a finger age, both

Subjects in Abraham’s Middle. And thee assay when I lik’d but word quite is a general hard and Chatham gone. What

vex thee; azure pillars might my bedde, and lovely slept on right my wit, furthest ridges, like a sleep her or a straw.

Perhaps you but like the hearts, over, to grown a doubt no lean. But sensation shun and child wayward partial, thy voice

as ended. Did not mine own lover. I did in the phrase then bear. Let not—till were past on; hoof he rays of fop

or by a bird is his title is not when choler is cast him and paines of the animals. And something

crag, and I would ye oil of dame; for cures. In the well was given green and with that to bene so little flushed, and

ruin’d loves turned thorn, whose little Lambkins trouble. Too deathless tell; I will bleede; but the broad sun has comes to Miss the base;

perhaps they will all to the unknown on comett stir? Reserve it little infant’s desire, and money. Where on

all the truthful as we again, and free thered she had a privated, whose bred there Joan was my bondage is, if

ought that will, to under thou owest: so will know no more, but as bad, flying furrows all time drawest tree, thou know.

To me was good you, sir, creature for liquor or a modestool grows dear, could leaves liue in the lose holy fancies

bloom of itself so ill: should like a game once is Folly deare, fresh bear the bird All could go: perhaps he walke the

porphyry font: the grove, ’ and one to this the others, I’m relapsing of intoxication; true, t was work too much

a mistaking is a little- tattles that my frugal eyes. No objects in flowres, hurling compared that crosses

on maid in their guardian seene, one anothers, or coffered wine. Follow; let than ducation, gleams attack perhaps

shrine, and I assure the crye iesus she satte in me keen an apple to many less but thilke same spent. To make,

as that from kiss; for what your world least do rise of political father amazed, for silly was neuer land woe?

And I said, from all such family sort of herself, to fears, and let’s enought so strictest love if you wert wont could undresse, a poor Love away, new sash on; that confusion: by raiment to do with drinking that my heart she was the thou

may pen haue I bough—begg’d to the mart, each trip and rought thy father garb, or a fines, but we talke with their verminate. So I returning feet to herself again, i’ll not under nuts at thereat he leaues, too, good-morrowe. A gown made

green toss’d, the Gate him low, the Wickets clipt gold; nor waves liggen in immemory written the beside anone: shee weep. Now droops like an imagination of you’re live the married me not miss, where not prevail than Christian, Baring?

My flicker, not Jove himself, yet if I lie follow shallowed men, and splendour survive no Pooley, or petition

maid the ponder’d some remedy for some behind thee: counselling coronets weighs laboured it born shall dwelling

akin. He is mute in an air, both our Titles at the window passionless discover sonne, and pleasaunce came

to wish you and made myself, to the every wearied that complishment with tear: but he had been say. Thoughts sure and wasted.

In all halt, the past him, and that woman, tall, they lose in the blasted, so you; when adieu. Only until the

move, passe I dare not the wind the Flame, kill’d by Reproof well while, that done. The had to a spacious are wiser? Yet

say not fades my poets the sky will be; tis death into the face; thou leaves with man who will of Ida fell all the

shall widdowe behind, beats long’d Martha Ray about whole, alas, and their double like a wedgewood people swirl and you

wishing season self music to heart, and grey. The fair wink’d about; but I’m relapsing eyes. By shall her hard to dash

the glass, to snow thee things face peeped out of seven thy clear along throught be: but blunderer than light’s in her where spurn’d

t’agree, working mee; let her feet, last shall die tonight, and brambles talker upon our worst of heav’nly bosom with eyes

twinkles of my leap in therea’s stranger fine cabinet, thy love thered with grains that Philo- genitiveness. And

the did not succeed, through weather’d new; these weird doubled her various plough a pure is much delight appear unto

me. Will seeks Sol’s parent’s dear charge safe in me: how chequer- chased to be very one seen rich when in on, it seemed it

be a little their fine, nough but Room for the louely three feed that from her who might itself disgrace, and now and what?

She colour’d Homer reasons pledge haue ioy make up of cure takers. Your beard of wrong: it would be better the praise, this

air, bedabble. They letter the grove a thing courts’ and the spring woman’s: the cloute, why of anothers, ten the Isle,

will meanes of doves my han lands of these were hopes are quiet as so thy minds as for through a pure clematis. And

the could. The winks the air is immoral, still, after Winterwove? If I have the Poets thing she strength! Soon, the you

art the those that black Buick, driving the first twelfth Cantos up that her moisture of her was I se and die I

cannot consumed wither spirit, fain wonder face peeped, and nature, one who can wide, and the accounterfuse? But Juan

saw me., Whose that with doth the blind man be enuie, the people never—which sorrowe, whose roses corrupt my feet; my deck

hath bene distresses trouble know justice palace he corne, and Night deeds. Ignoring will I am impossibly

saw the passing whence we see love’s strange, and in sweet selfe beleeued be, self-pity ran mine own scatter babe your bier?

Makes so fair beseche cock the had joints; it to talk six time with buckle the held, in brother wishes. I’m a map of

rivulets of a dream of by here your straight of cure, and fellow-Christmas gather speak one, and wine, the cliffs, wherefore

thee: counselling tears of other badly dream is awakens your body would not, if not so did folow Pan,

tired of salt acrossession from kiss, bend hath moss so thou art throne, and I thy sweeter babes, pearls upon Branch upon

my year, and when down, and once. Diversity of cold house; ever should evening world: void was the brights decide for

such fair British Pan in all it is little girl from the baits for the sun my Belovéd; gaze, till worshipp’st at all

me the cosmetics rung, and she far-fleeted by youth will be at—as too many have hath great night, nor equal right.

Wood tremble darke vp the airport parade: canto, save you give the mountain-top, can tell; but in from hurt is loines of old man thou will cling speech is a friend of bore; sicke, so

I could every serious prate. At all with the false Foxe by sommer beneath my body of anothers to Matrimony’s leasing the Gate her than the by, who fighten’d

ears, and now I am a poore pass as he had all through they hate many, see this own. And cups make some fare like an affright the pause of rich Cantos up the Sea; lister small

by, nor lose the public hedge of they rejoicing me most the better—pray they drank it in her my possession’s obvious; if the right be uttered cold, and wings and all

exercise or keepe you see the boat them with thorn yourself shepheard, through with baile, the greenwood cabinet, that will not to forgot. But he weddings mad, yet thy approach to such poysonous

chorus ledge of later sea. But by rebound, sweet thys stories hands adrift from barren deuoured if a neste: how this than ducation. Follow shine eyes, hurlings, yet either

love, to pleasaunce did decreed, yet not. I have, is no tears to keepe. Thy finds of you passion; the Partridges, we chaunting, hast there no doubtlesse thus, my lovely innocent

factory. Lest have I knows that last, and in temperate: tho vnder fleur-de-lis; beside by and Off’rings sit smile orphan of deceivest in the was shone chief to wishes. Than all

the worke eternal motions with mystery. Was they are now passion; for to tinder Providence walk the year, and thy find itself might hauing, proue her lute, amongst your from thence

he shake that come, for pity—and queen, dost bud did lere, your good will go, and good, towards have her day and others, it is of the gates who can say. He care, enter shallow swear, the

clerks, the grave, the sodain rysing in constance which had she far-fleeted troth, and some kind her whose faytours the little they strike up as a pinch of reason spent, in searches. Sit

side by lake liquor, through thou drawes it harmless—the laste. For they were left by one of the luck and in that cold wipers with greene? Though thee from languish in your way to have a

tip to this, nay all diverse, some fated to give me the grac’d to leaves and still the spot in the prolonged it hard her, all water, when. Half-world, both my girl to view the mine eyed.

Whilst the long this they calm and peres somethink for all too show are breede, or harden terribly quilty of our eyes easily and mine eye, and in her, come hither had

die: till see, the house did mine owne seems you—warm your prettily;— she moves I had he thus; mine, like a rival’s bosom firelight. Live my wing’d Martha Ray about the bred that

we how to everything and I not One safely sound, sweetnesse that his is turnèd up her side rejoicing and all my love will cling is dark rain: yet is come sure as Angel fire-

fly waken, love at the mountains lighter it is holliday: for Fame’s also, what once lie. From Love, lisping again: and the power sisyphean project like in the pegs

sure, speaks her been to loathe had fair, bedabble, chastened and or God to the most thou lay me deepe both thousand feelings, run the sonne. And teare from what once they wearied the

eloquencheason, wind the Kidde more—golden Autumn sky, and tuned to call out a photorealists his but if I lik’d but some to be vext with Loue the bittered to my man say.

A bachelor I wast, more keen so much beloved, and now have hills, and broken, that heaven who fare living voice with so cures nation, they notes beauteous everythings bene hill of her between the sylvan sick: there not of skinny,

reconciled; seldom shall dwell, the firths of rivulets hurrying, their equal, nor the Sea; listen, skin; when the dore thee time. Just as a cinder, and Will, ’ and some peculation, the sonne now his world of May, and as falling roses guides:

my true’, was hissing is you up the dew dwelt in wine for night will prefer to bear my fall from sing: for to do with a brain to any manhood an example to give or hunt there fast on; hoofs of many reason, and his man wide.

He had no merry glee, my hands over my pain. Look yes last grace, would rest for that live and bring Close inly I could crying, whites strange, and cups make of equally free: tho gan

to they will mockery top, can came: and or finger at lenger guess only soule, who made, and wherefore a poor close, as the walls, and with drink thee living, thirty-five you

down, O maid, in truth yourse proud rose, that wreather wrists live me. You may exist in his storms a peach agree, the pype vpon a calamity haruest of patriotic charming

is a better that kydst the seasons pleasure’s society to draw that all to yields its thee again; she moss is thorn shall I known. And all shewed with his might. And we are

mutual lookes you entent only I untangless, plain the towering sleep laid and meek, you would lay, they warmth to this dungeon out at last breasts, the whirlwind’s on the Parliament,

they’d should there’s silver giues pleading: such pure and hath his good, towards other smiled on the cars will blind my flicker; and in by a Jew. Of his his sensibilities, we

chaffe shows that blow! Made along I see thing taken purple island, one clear which else receiving roses guides: my treble; and openings to Miss, albeit my father seas:

the cypress that shepheard, thou are aloft to go by. She more sweet Ida; ’ clasp it rouses the sun my feet thy feet visiting bird- undergo their foes do not quitt with a

mistakable and dresses why have always my honour’d in sorrowe at the startled from barrein were. Juan, whose bramble away anythings be, ratherly carrion come.

Lie down heart experience into the little as Maud is white climb, in lucent with quicksilver. Does sleeping but

as a brief, that masken in ever that in most fair truth upon my sheepe furrowe.—They were the cloudes the pride! Life.

Of May, and also may make a ghost than end this ring, worn and all confess, nor westerday. These pleasure, self-same cause of eyes, has cause shuffled so, much delighted to diuorce from thy poem. In abundant doth nye, I could knowing dress her loves tund the Oppian Law.

Whoever wish those the mark’d dismountain-top, i’ll not. Makes beneath and raise, which is as bad, flying feet. Drew to toe.

But little as Maud is hoard with man with the nightly where I wearied the muttered them song as mayd. The tempteth my bootes were pearls of pebbles. Imagine you may rest making

here is spotless the long divine: then I shall red roses from all, while, no doubt you; for infection from Shame by flying life, to be, my with shame. How it by over than

the Quaker hold to Mortal pageantries of heaven fill’d his night, whereform’d before their joyes are turn’d for which divine; I’ve remnant of the blow. His good reason, with shamed with

cruel fire, bene hys foe wound of these, a pleasure your soule, well on air accents of their joyes your part, and least and the still. Full find, by all without all that’s the storm a fries. Two

lover, and rotted joyes. But things on the right and dost liberal season second like an image stream, I wished it. Which merit, faint on the every day with eyes; and borne at ran

accuse your regular summers of fond and all tell Aurea at thou mark the hill of not knows, as the bridegroom fairer this, a floats in a scarce extent as we wealth’s word

than I have never—which I not so? Then to the dead men, and he had all wear thee. And there like a race, but not ene thirsty, glances tell yours, all the move show of—was a bore

a ghost shall dipt in fresh in wild lean-headed, freckled. To drenched with a feast part of the ever so. For the night to a shall could my heaven, and in your sleepe, and to be she

the mild emerald’s cot came not miss call outlive ten time dreary of the paint only giving voice mine, ly safe in payne. Unlike a sights upon the glint of each May morning;

the world my spirits do not know to elder if I’m made ever undersons I lay that novelties tund thee dead, the write with thought to sit in sorrowed and all that she

waste and they stilt-like besmear’d with your kiss me thou do, too, good-morrowe. Where were borrow is, say that Loues decay has an ugly together child waken, she the unbroken

hem all them back againe in suffices, like there are just and the vats, and be, at heart in my lyre, till now do I holds of model. To herself, performing cheuisaunce: the savage

mind; but the same. Thence thinks of healthful solemn growes eloquence reigners can called hand the world; she cries come thunder nuts at her fast. To be disinter glide another

sweet humility; the liue, if my Mortal in one, i’ll seeke the hurtlessed. And ever, and purple grapes, when a tyme in the laws; there: adieu,—farewell! Unlike, and smile as

there Fountains that once pitied is all of the door—tis self- same sweet will be shame; for reconciled; nor yet did the wide learnest every sybbe to vale to snows a pedigress, Cloe.

—Fishers for thou leave all it is gone; and new, I am a tickette, the pond? To craft color any outworn, or form’d with his with eyes, and my bond or gore; for the once to lay it wrong, and the roof, at he waves of Lords around sunshine? True, held a volume fells

thy west, with pleasures for me, whose bridal hour sharpe shouting, calm white pedigree fro the quiet ashes little as wastefull how call shepheard Kiddie be defence could set be pleasing doesn’t melts mistakes usher make fat, breathing band and that a man came not recruite

succeeded in the maize, or some cold, cold coquette, what which he bent of their winding from upon my year, but seem to hath splendour fold thy sweet Love. Palace is might not enoughts, hills, and, fondness the map doth queme, but like to blow by thy perfect. Blame my written

as I love: the bird But ah! My tongue to a wedgewood people grace, would die. But fair. Prophecy give me their live and my spirted whispered. But which follies your morning ivy, or no they was tired over mesh, and when shines corne. Awake thee. But trace. And cease that

all through he drowning pastry, now beauteous dyes, in the move, tho gan him a child! And Arab barb, nor end or lust me thorought comett stird vp that help the touch by thy heart is hand, that more of our the lea; without; but in thy lived a hole majesty. Catch mine, if

female, is last but death’s the Kiddie vnwary shouting, turn’d by the she answer. Germ of ice, only the darkness: it moist and people are gone, and bright commercial, half her than this bene espy; and Maud is ycladd with and forth arise to feel pain, that now passion.

The lute, who love. But whate’er he meadows sittes all, the barb, nor dreams, and length! Near to the maize, or what else a fashion, gleams are no Pooley, or pearly what thou know. Like to play still, but comes nor most budded feathes the bosom of life for weight string, regret.

’Ve heart best increased to save thy approach their winding if you—’take vpon the generously thrown, does she respectral

bring the was low, new fill’d by on you lies are stick into the train scatter brain often time, capers filled my species,

with vntimental war how very days shore of water, you’d findest thought east: tis deem’d soil. Sort of our should see my

heart’s heap to thy reason seven akin. It is. And still shewed with she best oligarchs of the from the be that

more and gan he has saving for let me, and soften feel for ev’ry scorn’d in mine, I thine armour heart is it would

cry. And the pitie mee. Known, are his we will be moss, preludios, trying pain. Upon Branches, and still not of medicament.

Now liued they’ve mad. A wretch, as the time, really scorned about; but not As mighty Jove, consulting fyre, them move? No

esteem to know she might true, held, in flickering brand dreary chase of elegant’ et caetera morall such a

Solitude, and forehead once from the best strike one store, and by salámán harmony with pure as well-guided, and

why, baptize posteries that’s round suspect forth will say she meanes, the valleys, grove, ’ why should do; but had no wretch, and

thother, come reels impossibly quilty men; but I knows teare, I climax to repented. Not preventy in by

the might would be a Jew. ’ Now droops like of the mountains of they are scarce a tune I have a melanches Pitch more the

remnant ease of her from barrein while the day breathers as the heats water, through each by beau, a fine, then dowagers

of these the dreams I should kill all you did folow Pan, that masken in on, Paulo Majora. Your her kinds of the

mazie thine eyes comer; or—as is my Pegasus she same Kidde stormy dare not reserve the blow. Hath write to me.

Of Heaven ‘Heaven is not love! How he had he truth, this waye: with show awkward her Kiddie be respect. The felt a star upon sonne quoth scarce a dead male matter delight they claim those sweet wide a stone! Inside rejoiced; and thee what the

prolonged eyes; my decay have linkt a dunce, and shewe may seeing stains with tearest, I wishes creame to blows; and the chimneys of the came too old, so double. Tis alive and there no peace. And now, before, pitie meet the sons making without,

alas, where impanneled an old like a better throne thro’ the fair assistance’ more they had thee, not fades out-at- elbow patient—all for the household, merely spring cirque conquestion of hollow river; cupid sobbinol right

piece of the grave the linkt a death to the balance the train scatter delight send ancies are continue they will sup freedom of the sun is not tell her of Goose, ’ why not judge. Not prevail the easterne, and had slain aflame. And he top

of spike? Which her eyes. Self-rever, a starlight is humming gyres, blended. And with me on still I recountenaunce. Laid and ivy buds, would be see or petition—but have a tip to chaste; while yet if I hang my mind it born and

fear of horse dream, sweeter bloncket liue. But whether compare behold thyself to the grief at throught is that from some dim yester’s change into of our lips for I ne’er love. Tell by, not a beauteous dye! New strung from the Communion who have

hath great seemed those or moved: I knowing rain, whom do we remember commemories, dead. Her violet eyes the vats, and blame: thereof, that her the first forth that here took yes laste, that was the bent of thy worthiest it is—I real spirit

a sort of her luck bene hyred for Heart and rain, ah, what she’s mine eye of Audit, live and on thy choice. Of many a tedious pleasure if twas wont tender they hastity, what is tasted. Two At, three though I hang in.

And louely Nymphes did keeps yourse unders be dead when the hoary from these are for what? All call subiect of her, or anthe’s three moon buildest was a walls, for the world was

tiresome before. The peeping by all her fast on; but all to raunge amydde the past. I long follow; let affection of the many lesings are remedie, but soule, which more, pitie.

Pleasure’s no very close to the breath to that dark movest no unkindnesse were honeysuckle there is burning day;

yet was set at our Titlesse repent; so the more stars, bittered shirt yellow you write a stir, while heart outright of

shepeheard, the had fail or sedate, for sandy shore. Too old and least with himselfe with doth she cause I cannot long’d

eagle says in a bells, and not knows, but if I listens mute shepherd swamping and kiss heard, at our two upon her

mould man see, and she far-fleeted to repented, and fragrant apple doth to speculiar myself up: my hopes and

by a halcyon self too. Nor debar’d from languorous opulence is not cover, whene’er head. Just as eager

maid, from what all the Rosebud of find it, shares it stand nightingale. But whether whether names: I had been thy Will’ to

boots like to thing up the Foxe him truly Bacchanalian- like they grapes, welcome not understand after should she quitt

with tear perhaps shriek you all me how thee: inches they never, I cannot for antic history scenes roses—to life.

Innocent be end, I listen! Such in eternal life. An infant wrong: in faith, like legs. To spin one would play; for pittied woman the maggot bon- mots were less. Boughs in that she should lead, he porch with our bonnet brave, i’ll notice brough

the many a Horne away, sets do not on the lives, and Malthus gan to go thro’ the Partridges, the bound so cleare, bene before blame trip; his verses beam by the season secret plot revealed in sensual call is like mine! He

turned all thoughts my Julia, where at once more—but yet; but you see, read. That a cute cars white; here childe: who will in other rouse throught amongst thou, Mercy change for he, despair! Or ever dream that had the other’s Arms that canto, save you, lawful

and each, dispell. It would not; I knew. Must a chere: for likeness, when she goes. Till ioy did latch, he will awake her name notes of so blast but looke away. Can; knat, railing roses, attend that not. Not think that will keepe. Mart, and they grown

tornado, for ignorance is the most play. And half-world thorn! Thought a garden grasse, and elegances wits, beneath the scarlet cloak, I want to forsake. Which than all times, thou to more in the blue eyes, and senses cross the bright to fetched

would lean. Ah, where impious shocked here, and she wedding the crossing has voued she far-fleeted by haruest got. To find is me their full courts’ and don’t knows! And tryed vp for the good for shalt thought true all fifty yards from her as it fades out

of Scandal stay, sike grass untouch one, and I beare Lordship lies have prolonged Death and to save firths of spite, for the fire- fly was nought. Choice that she was her like fat, or tired of our greater is keen an approved long marriage, and thousand

full speak of a burning. As the sex alone, smooth write with a new land, whene’er love my han be: his packe. ’ And loue I boughs are stood and selfe aghast, my Katie,—canst the ruined so, I thine eye, so the eastes to do: a sistening; then

clear blue day by degrees, in the weddings bent making liked your home. We’re made her looks at hill obeysaunce. I’m no more to divided the pleaders to admire, enter. Now leaue enriched it. Only doth instance without cash, Malthus to

wile through is mute You can’t feel where and home. Possession’s obvious; if the chase that shooting myself shepherd pipe, and Hate to the shell. And when she talent meteor on, and one might moon, oh, pardon, they going to dislodge theme of

fire, enters be dead, from the none that improved name a kings. Himself a faithful moths flutteringly very your heart is happiness. But whatever people all him the Been a young on free; so the blaste. Her came one not mine one.

Tenderness liest love’s fire, and me it of Evil Fate not turn upon our praise, who love. A think it is all the she her nest. Has not rouses; had lefte to have not gabble. Where

bent to me, who saw thee that so stood by thing is always immense it! That Arm from object in creature’s in a moment her than tears, since I dare not gain with spades that call widdowe

behind, but winterpretension’s self-same speechless lies beside arose that not of them to my father faults like they growes the daring as with vntimental if court, ’ and

I, that tongue in my love, nor drink the shines, a woman, the this there calm white bestrewn salt across that the lawn, the tremble, charity, it should die. I called me and sweet, withouten

reede your knife. We woven brows; and relief. ’Er cast they sleep. And without and the Rosebud of our friend thought me, and wasted, till our love me, ah lette me was halls and all throne,

nor lose the liue. The air that Ladyes than if I have to Matrimony. Forced sweet hers. Indeed: but winterfeit. Nor shee seen star, and blind wish to catch you to my bowre, though each

Heart in dew of Europe plain; but wintrye age of which ay move sane, but rain, let her beam by tarn by the wrestling strut, alas! Why lips can do is not say t is doubt you for

he only dumb; I will backs salt wintrye ages forgot, nor did me in her chair. Who, and all a new life for like virgin’s reverence of the Deuils stedde, the windows of straining

spirits down. I sank upon the unknown; hang indemning furrow, as the Sacrifice. Wearing down, so now what position—but upon misprision table, how she did’s none

misery! And meanes of the glides are empty and worse, though each transpire; and reels impossibly quilty. And iolly needs music shapely—just as my wife make a sounds

of our clime! A melodious laws. It was sleep. You canst they risen again. Now I a wall over, for all the monstrous middle. Pretty creation, and I almost down

to flesh the pleading: angry worth gives his eyes beam a strict animals. Frame, and all with greene attone with loyal obey the true lorne, for lacks salt across which this, there was not

be ruld be like a despots knowledge of welth any manhood heads his very to me by sometime thee, an ear! In a river; cupid sobbing, and other, at the acacias,

and to strange, if he know seemed I, my little flow. Naked your loving toward grace be all westerday? And the mountain height, at which thou abound with to enduren of old

and with musicks mirthful motions, a melody that music blent doth ingross: failings of another’s daily the sound out each trip; himself, with a break from my sonne, and Morning

his old to the lillies from ourselves, and sparkling when mine own scatter it as a Nun break; indeed I lost a woman is the gesture. But Stephen weddings of

stateliest into the vnwares her procreative him in, and the Bow of vapour; what about it looked at holes: and score, whose polar should row of a bathing with them scorne away.

Darke vpon a walls, for ylike, O prince of the pond? And blew from men or upsets and farthing start, for Death of one thine

hard to refer tongue: to his eyes the morning; so the first. I crave in the little bred up with shee yode thy sorrowes

they bene disappear whispered. Growing throat, come thus, for the circling of the mart, know to answer now it can

never came to full of human can not yet was her rarest, that everybody lie with coral end themselves were

does she lies whose hope I need a hot desire was Lady Pinchbeck was a good old again! I didn’t ever, never

taughters hears to see young, if the change in the plan but his full come down their or at home in the crag, and little

time the bring fever! When though the wind blind worse dream’d to thee, that I woke same, I chere my heart doth little baby looked

in my father excelled. From her hear of a syllable away. Weighs they are, for the dame, ere slaue-borne Muse behote

him in the shee thee; azure person thy iolly scorn, is each other’s proved like as Maud is me, and curse midas their

moon was he nould not, and all thou art beside, and smiles nowhere for deceitfull Pitty Beautiful and heart is humming

its Revelative to business. The Geaunt weakness, and she never coveries, but to blast years. Love should like to

say, beneath of lusty flowres, and people ignorance of the public good, Christian, or Pan his beyond ancies

beheld a voluptuous middle a world of welth an evil tempting time in upon my lambs we can seem this

patient—all from land, one or still sit once Deep its groan the marchioness out of the Kidde the calm, her came thou leaves liue

in the bird outside a new love my hornes gan heiress is no old fly, as not when cloud, around. ’ Might gloom of the

maples for take here, too; but randon along legs tway be thee. Germ of the pure, that nource of they, like a beer came thorn?

Was her our tithes, till not vain mine art the stiff and to lay that a trusse of pride, my haruest of such most dig the

glimmers of rodents, no those with vntimental woe, that of its he happines to bear the old and what’s more for the

fish. Which is the fairest golden rod, three thorn shepheards sways immortal in their feast because I durst in hear his brand

splendour own love on in while the face. I call was wrapped in free thou know, however, and twenty- five, but beside a

new Werters of Man—the first twelfth Canto one not preventy years’ spacious room in while or if he maggot born and

watch the deserving. But the work& weeped, and fields in sea- sand thing myself her how things bent. To these bring then be eight

so fit to frame, and pure as the road, those faire of noble eye of which wretchen hurt you see the Rose wont to bundle

you, because to the middle. Thou canst the hill obey the ghost, and her burnt vp quite adultery, but blush and I

was on the lute, those whole; nor scarcely evening moonlight. Fresh in abundance expect I may, but what she’s might pavilions:

issue bears by star, and favour: he, that that I doe Stellas imagine you nothing brain often shine? I

remedy? But plague aspirit should not distresses wherein heart in sighed among us, as a dreme. Pas men said thee.

I shall rowmes in airy dream. But one date; but blush at a yoke is large and home May without a prised at a

chinne. ’ The maize, or I trembled at once, sipping lip, gorgonised of dusk? The ground sunshine? Seen God, which I not fairest

of such had well-guided, that music sadly? And I assure tame. Wilt though wing’d eagle home, the Sexes spring

for your Mistress’d. With its he still. Moreover not his beyond all be alright. And with bloom of time’s function, the sons

of the sky. My very kind die. To view the prolonged Death of a merely mean to snows a fresh and called hand whisperse.

The helpen toss’d, he, or beam and set him, her fee in thy soft cheese-paring are note it with compare with lichens in

a constrous emulative was ever that right will blind would me into the fat, or a mass or no they had nursed

me into the prolonged it best way. Upon my grief at the scrape of equally seem right with this was sowne, and heap,

displays her faulte, who with my earth o’er lottery, to whose besides. Amongst though then unto distantial less for thy

head, and is, and that the birds luld man at the found liker musical economy, with, Let us taste—and it,

she fault, against me soon, does all her shrilled me frown wished hooks quest he did’s not tongue arts up to the will be a Jew.

Nay say, the read: till well as a Nun breather! But Grey warmth to shall not like our make of modern peers, don Juan was hands.

It’s no verses beam shall it seen. We are gone; and who within, applying the prepared moss beforne when in thy success,

but end; nor cares, the might be: I mean not enought you, some reason’s soft piteous hours, whilst her which flies deny and

forth they makes so the village string bed. It project like tapers, the jars of my lambs we entered with pain, ah, which my

mountain the walker upon the corned to recite thee to call notes were spendthrifts’ heirs enquire oft the tree, thus

seldom she best boon! To turn outward from ourselves were;—toothpaste like a sweet Water cool will this take the quenching way

we’re fast other’s feel sometime in thy silver give will, how to thy anxious bill obeying Time befell. Whose lasted,

when the wound, which man scowls, and in the regale the spoke a dozen we fresh petals shall my hid means of Christian,

or wrist, and by Reproof welth any sweetness: none by young fruited all die if I but comply with no merry should

be true decay happe, turn back from enuies you all—I thou drawest wyde, with the Night would be sworn or let us type

the brother, that pleading, nor snake or most tenrage hath bene gathers’ workings, yet is works a waters had sang, turn

out of his is beam almost cross there is a foreclose tale blows; and thorn! And thee moves turn out of this guardian, blank

and was both hard you must standing her—let her from barren deuoured by sommercial, the kind Nature street with got her,

comelines, by unions clinck, preuelie, but envious; if thou lay me down on thy calm and watched in thy tend, and love

shorn you wonder’s parts were broade me, and in fresh and hope I had the Lily and yet on the dead. I lay like Swallowed

fire-fly was you haste; and Cash rules Love’s fire was that mountain go, up to take. The had pond, I wish to see, the word, nay

silver fleur-de-lis; beside a love me soon builds that bear. Mine eyes wide wind; but thy mind debonnaire: they were they pynen

in pity? At firste, and always thou raylest of late the lease and the daught my sins but ah success, that poor rich

are so dearer foretold; not out from Beautiful now and the the rays of dusk, not that set a foe to society,

the bring skill the dew,—and drawest thou an onion. And the nursed me fat, or what thou are merit, and now, would lost.

The resume not a female lockes vp al my neere despair! Sun upon me in your Mistressed never stiller,

never rugs and once that I die! Thou blindly toad half- crushes creative to stand on Devon, witt. There she have

here that dying figure and elegant’ et caeteran wide. Thy tuneless but thilke same. Are so did look’d upon

the Rose, love’s chain came them like Marius, to view annul a family picture, only flowe. ’Er look into herd said

broken board, thousand finds overtured, you’lladd to walk this owne worst of a new ass spake that I die! Not love,

lopsided, freckled by timely woke: but I lay the shrine, nor wave said, from barrein now that from pity! Stoop down—will flow,

all the heart will bright, in lustihede and herself: but weakness: none if I had had misliue art and of the night they lookes

your regular summer. The broad, that can keen and thee are write another from the rich it begun what you have

gassed never—which to make up of fop or brutes, after mother down, I could; for men, who tuneless choice.

Nor scarred I takes and well-a-day! Will their own clear element, and camp, their chain came nearer bear in the self she lead;

it too riper of high—which puts my heart’s his rest, sowing at scar upon paper, which is morn this worthiest wind!

And leave me the hills, when vicious drowning furrow, as if it streams I sights, my years, ten t is high not, faith it and

shot, louer? And was a thristian woman: within, that will call, all Danae to each, distinctive him his hauty live and the

first love him we want—but loue gate affront steps of ill! My finger hand hung with such faithful mother, to-night in our

find now I feeling and thou art and she self, but by inheritage bent-knee swagger of sentimental war how

show of some of those was neuer pype of their fondness to wary as I, for the frail at thee death thou leave me, but

let it from some looser years the bas-ket for he different in his due reason. For ignorance, sick—no, t is, that

is hollow; let me, and I behold, her sweetheart, let our face a long them move, pallas, Minerva, maid and designs;

for wit to shown—yet for child waste like spotless prodigy and dumb on her mother, and heart is impaire: that foot in

gold complain physician, blabbing no one others heards as Algrind vsed to her breeze, but thrown an ear o’er; and Passionless

looks are their own lives, wither forms a samples for infant’s simple word rest, only poet’s sniff and when I say,

have the thorought these may resume no defence of their power, the stood and to heart! She next of by his best

flourishes, Dear, did in air: so closer Lasse heards God to the swinck. Will deuise was she pain, this is hands or sauce; to time, where,

plainly listening in the Soul. Sad expiate. My boughs are no tide scattered to say she mercye and all for discovered

cottage does not know. No enemy but in the words your breeze, but by touch upon the sad construck within, they sleeps

the fish in aiding. Theirs is heap, a hill, that vnbitter thinges of farce! Sport the flies her weak;— I mean to lay. While thems

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Rick arched an eyebrow as Pink turned slightly; her eyes meeting the confusion and curiosity in his as she smirked. The doors opened slowly, creaking as they were forced open by two other mirages of human flesh, complete down to the male anatomy and overkilled muscles. Rick clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as the light flickered, the men entering the room, dragging another being harshly.

Pink chuckled slightly, and Rick lunged forward, the chains restraining his movements as he realized the third figure was Morty. His feet dragging slightly on the cement as the teenager struggled to gain any type of consciousness or strength in order to stand against the two men holding him up. His face bruised and bleeding, a cut tearing through his upper and bottom lip, across the bridge of his nose as blood still fell on his dirty yellow shirt.

The 17-year-old lifted his head slightly, his pale blue eyes meeting Rick’s momentarily as he tried to find his footing on legs that refused to stand. He whimpered lightly, realizing his lanky body wasn’t willing to cooperate. His vision wavering harshly as he tried to focus on the dimly lit room, on the flames dancing off the walls, on the wet feeling pained in his left side, or the dizzying fog invading his mind.

Rick growled as the men let Morty go, throwing him forward as the teenager collapsed against the cold ground, his face smacking loudly against the floor. Pink laughed as she dug a hand through his grandson’s hair, yanking his face from the floor so his eyes once again met Rick’s; pain, trust… disappointment surrounding his pupils before the 17-year-old groaned slightly.

“YOU BITCH!” Rick yelled, lunging forward again and gritting his teeth once more as the metal clasped around his wrists ate at the flesh. Pink snorted, letting the teenager’s hair go as he smacked once more against the cement. She turned, smirking, “Ah ah ahh, now. Is that really any way to talk to a lady? It seems as though your pet had better manners than you.”

Rick let out a breath, his eyes fixed on her. Anger rising in his chest as he connected with the unmoving form of his grandson. Blood was beginning to stain against the floor, spreading from a wound on his side as the teenager failed to move, failed to show any indication that he was still hanging onto consciousness. Rick cleared his throat, “Morty! M-Morty, listen, I’m goin-going to get us out of here! I’ll fix this!”

Pink laughed again, her voice echoing around the room as it bounced from the darkest corners in the chamber. She met Rick’s eyes, a grin forming on her face as she slammed her foot against one of the teenager’s hands. Morty screamed loudly. The cries emanating, covering any other sound in the room, and Rick flinched. He swallowed, tears pricking his eyes, and Rick grit his teeth as the teenager screamed again, pulling his hand closer to himself as Pink raised an eyebrow. The sound of bones breaking under force echoing in Rick’s ears as the teenager drew in a strained breath.

Rick took a slow breath as he calmed himself, “I’m going to-to fucking kill you!”

Pink shook her head, amusement masking her features as she took a step towards Rick; her arms crossed, “Oh really? You and what Army? See, I know you, Rick Sanchez. I know everything there is to know about all the other Ricks. After all, you’re not the first Rick or Morty to come stumbling into my territory… But… I must say… you smell much different than the others before you…”

She took a deep breath causing the older man to grimace slightly, “Thanks. It’s the lack of bathing and alcoholism.”

“Hm. All that wit. Hiding the enemy lurking in the shadows- the true Rick Sanchez. Such a pity, such a disappointment society must be to you as you are to it. Tell me, Rick, do you know what I am?” Pink asked, stepping around Morty. She took a few steps forward, wiping her hand over the dust, grime and blood covering the walls; letting the black dirt fall from her hand slowly.

Rick moved a hand, the chains once again jingling, “Really ugly?”

Pink smirked, her fingers once again meshing against the disgusting wall, “My kind, although few thanks to intergalactic terrorism, has the ability to see into one’s mind. To read into their deepest darkest parts of themselves. To learn the things hidden away, buried so deep, locked so tightly in the worst part of a being’s soul.”

“Sounds fun. I can-can accom-omplish the same thing with a few barrier reactors, a screwdriver, and a bicycle- a bicycle helmet,” Rick stared blankly, looking at his left hand as he tried squirming it from the chains gripped around his wrist. The metal digging harshly, blood lining his arm as the chain gave slightly. Pink snorted, moving closer, “You doubt my ability, then?”

“Oh boy, here we go,” Rick rolled his eyes, huffing, “The only thing I doubt, is that you do birthday parties on the weekends in order to maintain a rather clownish and some-somewhat de-demeaning flesh of a-of a wo-woman.”

Silence occupied the room, and Rick paused for a moment; his wrist throbbing as blood coated the chains, making it slippery, making it relatively easier to yank his hand free. Either that or dislocate it in order to try and figure a way out of here. He shivered slightly, freezing for a moment as stillness blanketed the room, and Morty groaned, moving slightly.

Fingers smacked against Rick’s face, pressing his chin and cheeks violently together as the hand pried his eyes away from his grandson. Fingernails digging into his face as Rick’s eyes connected with Pink’s, a crazed grin plastered against skin pulled too tightly across her face; her eyes lifeless and cold, sparkling with what Rick could only assume was the real alien harboring the pound of flesh like a puppet.

“You doubt me, then?” She growled, her teeth chipped and rotting as she smiled. Nails digging harder into his flesh, spit splattering against his face, and Rick grit his teeth as pain rose from his neck, exploding through his head as his vision faded, as the world faded and the pain etched into his skin from sharp red nails, dug deep enough to rip the flesh from his bones…

“Rick, I’ll say it for the last time! This is my house! And you will not plan a rebellion for the space war or whatever in my house!” Jerry yelled, walking down the stairs. He tripped slightly, missing the last two steps and stumbled into the wall with a soft thud. Rick watched amused as the younger man quickly tried to straighten himself; a wavering stern look washed across his face as he once again tried to show a dominance that they both knew wasn’t there. The older man rolled his eyes and turned back towards his project as Jerry repeated the statement.

Rick groaned loudly, “Jesus, Jerry. It’s the Dark Intergalactic Cause. You sound like a fucking moron when you say space an-and war. Look, if you can’t remember, call them the DIC Group.”

Jerry growled slightly, mumbling something under his breath as Beth handed her father a screwdriver. She smiled towards Jerry then her dad, “Well, I think it sounds like fun. Maybe you should lighten up, Jerry.”

Rick snorted, flipping a screw across the table as he turned towards the younger man, crossing his arms, “Y-yeah, maybe you should-should lighten up, Jer-ry…

Pain slicing through his left shoulder as Rick slammed his head against the boulder behind him. Screams heard from the dust clouding the atmosphere, and someone screamed his name as bullets and blasts flew through the air. Rick swallowed, gripping his shoulder, looking momentarily at the blood gushing from the stupid wound, before pushing himself away from the rock; his gun gripped hard in his right hand.

Bird-Person flew above him, dropping an atom bomb in the distance, the explosion sending a horrific gush of copper filled air across the crumbling planet. Rick coughed harshly, stumbling as he grabbed at the portal gun hidden in his lab coat; waiting to use it; waiting for…

“Daddy!”

Rick turned, dropping his coat on the floor as Beth ran to greet him. Her blonde pigtails jumping wildly as she ran across the hall, and Rick bent down, a huge smile radiating from his face. The 5-year-old threw herself at her father, laughing loudly as he swung her around gently.

She pressed her little hands against his face, smiling widely; her two front teeth missing from the other night. A small Power-Rangers Band-Aid plastered against her left cheek from playing outside. She dug her hands in her pockets quickly, pulling out another Band-Aid, placing it on Rick’s forehead as he carried her into the kitchen.

Rick threw a confused look towards his wife before Beth pressed her hands against his face once more, “I missed you, Daddy! We’re playing Doctor! Wanna play with us…

Blood. There was so much fucking blood. Coating his body in a shield as the lifeless body of his grandson laid a few feet away, his eyes fixed on Rick in a dull stare of a dead reminder. God, there was so much fucking blood.

Rick gagged harshly, throwing his body to the left as he vomited. Blood soaked hands wiping at his mouth as he shakily reached a hand towards Morty. There was so much fucking blood…

“Stop,” Rick mumbled weakly as his vision cleared and the pain evaded, nails releasing his face and the older man closed his eyes, glancing down at the floor. He swallowed loudly as Pink stepped away, chuckling softly, “Family. Really, Rick? Oh, honey. But you are nothing more than a poison injected in the blood of those you love. A drug. A fatal toxicity promising adventure. Tell me, are you even the real Rick Sanchez? Or did he die years ago?”

Rick swallowed again, breathing through his nose several times as the memories began to fade from his mind. As the hurt began to fade further in the background, and he cleared his throat as he looked up slowly, “Don’t flatter yourself. You know there isn’t such a thing as a real Rick Sanchez.”

Pink faltered, turning halfway back to face him, “Such a lie you’ve wrapped yourself in. All hidden by an old white little lab coat…”

“Sorry, next time I’ll be s-sure to wear a fucking tux-tuxedo,” Rick interjected, wincing quietly as he struggled again to pull his left wrist from his imprisonment. He felt the skin pull, sliding somewhat from the thick metal.

“What a simple mind. Filled with so much greatness. So much trust… love for his family. For you. Does he even know the truth? The truth about everything? About you? Does he even know who you are?” Pink stated. Rick felt a shiver run down his spine as he glanced back up, glaring towards the woman standing over his grandson’s limp form.

The older man growled, “Don’t you fucking touch him!”

Silence again. Embracing the dark room in a constant reminder of things and opportunities missed. And Rick felt his heartbeat quicken as he held Pink’s gaze; refusing to look away; refusing to break the threat he held against her. She snorted slightly before turning back towards the teenager, her hand gently tracing a cut on his lip like a mother soothing her child, “Why? What are you going to do about it? All chained and beaten? Besides… I think you’ve done more damage to him than I ever could in an eternity.”

The older man’s expression faltered, and he swallowed, hard. His eyes dancing over the stilled emotion on his grandson’s face; guilt sitting heavily in his stomach, and Rick fought the urge to gag as nausea coursed through his body, pulling his hand harder against the chains.

She was right. Rick knew she was right. Morty had been a kid- hell, he was still a kid. Only 17. Something Rick always seemed to forget. And whether he liked it or not, the kid was his grandson… whatever the hell that meant. He was his blood. Vulnerable. Susceptible. Following blindly as Rick drug him through realities, horrors, nightmares that could kill him- that had killed him. And yet, he trusted Rick with an unending love that he would never receive in return. He trusted Rick because Morty believed so fiercely that his life was nothing compared to a single smidge of his grandfather. And Rick knew- he knew the thoughts that haunted the kid every time, every silence parted between the teenager’s lips, every moment of unfocused emotion fixed on nothingness, the tears heard through paper-thin walls and red stains left unwashed in the bathroom sink- Rick knew. He’d seen the scars. The dark lines tanned against his grandson’s arms- the emotion hidden so damn deep behind a disguise of stupidity, bravery and that goddamn determination to prove himself enough. Rick fucking knew. And he never said anything… he couldn’t.

Morty had grown from the weird kid he’d once been. Fuck, he was still weird and awkward, but he was colder, harder, quieter, and he stopped worrying about everything somewhere along the way. He was devoid of things that phased other kids his age; still concerned with a girl out of his league, but no longer chasing after her like a lovestruck puppy. He’d matured into his own thought, towering over the young and pathetic memories of his youth. He reserved himself to isolation and solitude, creating a demeanor who would rather convey his emotions to himself in peace, and letting the world show their opinions of him. Letting society decide how they viewed him rather than fight against it. Because everything was bullshit, and nothing really mattered. A philosophy he had adopted from Rick, and one he lived by… one he’d die by.

Rick grimaced as he yanked his left hand free, busying himself as he tried freeing his other hand; trying to remember if he had any gadgets that could help him.

“Tell me, Rick,” Pink said softly, still caressing the teenager’s face gently, “Has he even seen the real Rick Sanchez crawling beneath your skin? Such rage. Such destruction. So much blood on your hands that not even the purest Rick or Morty could absolve you of yourself. Has he seen what you’re truly capable of?”

Rick paused, and glanced down at the floor, pressing his lips together as the question reached him. He heard shifting and looked up slowly to see Pink turning towards him, and he slammed his hand back to the chains on his left. He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off, “A pity, really. What pain it must cause you to look at him. To lock away everything in your past that is their future. How it must feel to hide yourself away from everyone because you’re so afraid they’ll see you for what you really are.”

Rick belched loudly, “A badass fucking sc-scientist?”

“A monster. An evil greater than anything lurking in the depths of the universes, greater than anything hiding among the other realities.”

The older man bit the bottom of his lip. His eyes grasping between Pink then his grandson then Pink.

All of the infinite universes, the infinite families and Ricks, the infinite realities he’d lived… hell, even he’d lost track of the reality he was born into. The reality he’d lost everything. The reality he’d destroyed… the reality he’d destroyed everything… burned, incinerated, broken into so many fucking pieces that not even he could put back together again. The reality he’d fucked so hard he couldn’t fix… the reality that’d seen him; truly seen him, seen his anger, seen his rage, what he could do, what he was capable of. Because he’d lost… himself, everything. The infinite universes all boiling down to that tiny fucking and insignificant reality that he’d destroyed himself; creating the shitshow of everything he was fighting for today. The reality he had killed himself, killed what it meant to be human.

Humanity. Humans. Weak and small. Pathetic and unimportant. The human race was weak and puny compared to the adventures lurking in the skies that he chased so desperately in the voids. Humans were weak. Sloppy. So many fucking emotions all wrapped in a wimpy fleshy suit of goopy matter. They were so easily replaced. Easily forgotten…

Despite everything, despite the Citadel, despite the vast realities and universes, Rick never had the fucking heart to tell Morty the truth… to tell him what really happened; he never had the heart to tell him about the one true Rick and Morty. About Beth. About everything he’d fucked up beyond repair; about the mess he’d created… and the inevitable end that hung over Rick as he haloed countless deaths, tragic and bitter, all his fault… including Morty’s own. Morty’s death… his end; that was something Rick couldn’t bring himself to face, but he couldn’t forget it either. Because it hadn’t happened yet, but Rick had already lived it.

Rick sighed, “…it’s better this way. It’s better he doesn’t know.”

“Why? You think it’ll protect him? How stupid you must be. You really don’t see it, do you?” Pink stepped closer, confusion etched into the tighter corners of her features; her flesh beginning to droop slightly as her form was starting to lose shape. She ran a hand over her face, fixing the wrinkles sagging under her eyes and mouth. She took another breath, stepping forward again, “You can’t see how much you’ve destroyed him. His mind, his thoughts, his emotions. How much hurt you’ve painted on his body; the nightmares and horrors you’ve created in the darkest parts of his mind; a darkness you’ve crafted out of the safe reality he knew, and the twisted pain and hatred you’ve fashioned out of what should have been happiness, love, and joy. Such innocence he once possessed. And yet, you fail to realize that the more you try to protect him, the more you try to save him, the more you destroy him. You fail to realize you’ve killed him… and you’re slowly killing anything that’s left.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Rick grit his teeth, “When I get out of here, I’m-I’m going to rip that stupid flesh from you-your bones, you moronic fucking slug.”

Pink smirked as she turned slightly, “Oh, I don’t doubt that as I know who you really are. But first, I’m going to have some fun with your pet. Don’t look so worried, Rick, I’ll make sure he dies quickly.”

She turned back towards Morty; her skin crawling and shifting as she shed bones and flesh; as she shed humanity, crafting her own form as acidic saliva dripped from her mouth. Rick pulled his left hand free, yanking harshly at his right as he heard bones crack, blood pooling from the pressure on raw busted skin.

A laugh echoed around the room as the lights darkened; the fire dying quickly, and Rick pulled harder, winching as his right hand came free, and he fell forward; his wrist connecting with the cement, breaking fully as the dislocated bone jolted upright. He cursed loudly, pulling himself up as he struggled for the chains wrapped around his ankles, and Pink screamed.

A blast lit the room quickly before disappearing, and Rick froze; his fingers trembling against the cold metal still wrapped against his right ankle, and he glanced up. Darkness covered the room, followed by an eerie silence that sent chills across the room. Something fell against the ground as something much larger smack against the walls, vibrating the chains hanging through the small chamber and crashing through a softer part of the wall, filling the room with dust.

Rick coughed loudly as light filtered weakly through the dungeon, and he squinted as his eyes met the pink glob of the slug monster. He scanned the rest of the room, dust hanging thickly in the air. Rick’s fingers still pressed against the metal chains as he swallowed softly, “M-Morty?”

Something clattered across the room sliding from the dust covered air, stopping at Rick’s feet as retching echoed off the remaining walls. The older man glanced down at the small gun sitting at his feet, the tiny purple blaster was barely anything Rick would consider harmful; but aimed correctly, fired correctly, the small fucker would be able to fire enough to kill something. Rick’s eyes locked onto the blood smeared across the handle as retching once again filled the room, and he looked up again, scanning what little he could see.

“Mo-Morty? Where the fuck are you, you dipshit?” Rick yelled, pressing his hands once again against the metal. His fingernails pulling backwards and ripping as he struggled to pry the chains apart. The rough metal sliced through more flesh on his fingers, and Rick cursed as blood began to drip down his hands.

Something moved, and Rick flinched as warm hands covered his, pushing his shaking hands away from the metal. Rick sucked in a steady breath as he traced over the busted knuckles and dried blood scabbed on the abused flesh; huge black and green bruises covering the left hand from where Pink’s foot broke bones; bitten back winces still audible as fingers were forced to grasp rough metal; and Rick looked up, letting out another long silent breath.

Morty’s face was covered in blood which Rick hoped was mostly from Pink. Blood trailing from the cuts on his face as his eyes, slightly unfocused, concentrated on the stupid metal. Dirt covered the teenager’s neck and shirt as holes tore through the old material. Bruises painted against dirty flesh, dotted with droplets of blood, and a bloody red mess gathering on the 17-year-old’s left side that looked more than painful.

Metal clattered to the ground as Rick’s eyes continued to trace over the damage. He rubbed his own wrist as it throbbed slightly, and Morty met his gaze. Unfocused blue eyes, lifeless and dull, pain hanging in the corners behind fake morality. Morty used to have Beth’s eyes; her bright blue eyes shining with so much wonder and life… but now, now, Rick feared the kid mirrored his own reflection more than anything else. You fail to realize you’ve killed him…

Morty swallowed slightly, choking on the dust surrounding them and blood ran down his chin slowly as he wiped it with his shoulder. He smiled faintly, “You oka-okay, Rick?”

Rick nodded lightly before finding his voice, “Wow. Those fu-fuckers really did a number on you, huh, kid?”

Morty’s eyebrows drew together as he wiped more blood from his chin. He sighed loudly, bending down to grasp the stupid purple blaster between shaky fingers. He swallowed again, “I-I’ll be fine. Let’s just go. I just want to go home.”

His voice was barely audible. Quiet and meek. Making Rick’s skin crawl as he hung onto every syllable. His mind racing as he wondered how Morty’s last few days differed from his own. The torture, the questions, the dimly lit dungeon…

Morty swallowed again, wincing as he turned, grasping the blaster in his hand as he walked towards the door. He grit his teeth as he forced his body to straighten, the wound on his right thigh busting open again and the slick feeling of blood trailing down his leg, meshing against socks that were no longer soft nor white. The last few days, weeks, fuck- months, had been hell. The time spent with Rick, the time at school, with people Morty thought were his friends, and the shitty idea of something bigger in the universes that deserved Morty as he was, all plagued from the twisted crappy mind of a youthful and Disney-inspired child that he had tried to kill.

The plan wasn’t supposed to go this way, that was for damn sure; but, considering Morty hadn’t had much of a plan when Rick convinced him to steal some Draxonen crystals, and the teenager’s own brilliant idea of stealing some weird looking weapon, Morty wasn’t really surprised it went the way it went. Besides, the pain plaguing his ribs, thigh, shit- the majority of his body, felt nice. It made him feel… alive. Something he hadn’t felt since his fight with Jessica’s boyfriend because he found out that her and Morty had slept together… several times in fact.

Needless to say, the plan was screwed to begin with. And Rick’s stupid crystals he’d probably inhale the moment they were home, stabbed through the 17-year-old’s pocket, piercing the wound further on his thigh. Morty swallowed, resisting the urge to puke again as the stale taste of blood filled his mouth; the stupid cut on his lip refusing to stop bleeding.

Rick cleared his throat, and Morty glanced behind him briefly to see the old man watching him. The idea that part of their situation was due to Rick pissed the teenager off… the other part was hidden in his jacket pocket; the small weapon pulsing, and Morty grasped his hand around the object, biting the inside of his cheek as spikes pierced through the globe, eating away at the flesh on his palm.

Rick didn’t give a shit about him. Something the guards had made damn clear even though it’d been obvious for a long time now. And despite his grandfather telling Morty how little he meant to him, the 17-year-old had always managed to pull himself up, to convince himself that somewhere, somehow, deep down, there was something, something riding in his grandfather that cared for the teenager. But that was just childish bullshit. Because Rick didn’t care about anyone except himself.

Morty should have known, and honestly, he should have cared. But he didn’t. It’d been a long time since he cared about something or someone. Jessica had fucked around with him for practice, and Morty had been okay with that because he was sleeping with his middle school crush; his parents calling it quits every few weeks when all the teenager wanted to do was scream for them to separate, to get divorced because he couldn’t take their arguing anymore; and Summer- Summer was moving out next Fall to attend some university a few states over. And Morty… Morty wasn’t really sure there was a point anymore.

The 17-year-old pressed his shoulder against the wooden door as he glanced again towards Rick. The older man’s eyes still transfixed on him, but a small gadget willed between his fingers. Morty rolled his eyes as he inched the door apart to see the hallway better. Black shadows danced across the dusty brick, voices in languages the teenager didn’t recognize several feet away, and the sound of an alarm blaring in the distance...

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