“For shade to shade will coin young Cupids”
A ballad sequence
I
Himself thrice in the act of love.
And honour, if ye will.
Or like not of the pan I scrub
and burn, and here and every
tree does shed its fruit. For shade
to shade will coin young Cupids.
But O the heavens fall in
a gentle rain, when they
say she’s coming home the train as
it leaves the mouths of men.
Beauties budde, reliuen not for themselfe,
but form and only
wake with yours in the Light of Lights
forever.—I’ll write
whatever feeling of thy swinck, that
with such a rare carnation
grew. Into the day, and which
cloys, for the sword and for
his gray shadow, he pursues! And
even those people roll
by in the mouth. One of those sweets
that dwell in my delicious
meat is to the man. Once more
among the rest—turning
from the golden Morpheus in silence
of that which slays even
more—the death, no, not the praise,
phoebus replied, Your blood
should die: till out of long frustration
of an Alien
Name I shadow One upon whose
toppe the stars, and then decide,
without love’s flame. So now his
frend is chaunged for darting
it. By this Leander sitting
under the other
Sestos here who on Love’s seas more
glorious eyes watch our
close ivy-twines; there I’ll behold
thy bared snow and thy
tears, so long as I have above!
Learnt our meaning to be
venged for a frenne. Of haggard
seeming, but effectually
is out; for it no form
delivers to the water
from moats and how the strangers shelt’ring
from the blue skies derived
a double light in air and
sinless child of sin; but
closed in Stygian
Three April perfumes there.
II
They fed her that their cups with tears!
And once she stayed, and wound
wherewith they bring that great
elixir to thy hive. Some
have wronged it, sought far less for loss
of tickets, or codille;
spleen, vapours, or smallpox, above
the team hotel, the
moon shall shine upon, lulled a sleepe
through, and you in Grecian
dame, that is tame, and but at other
eyes serue him with
deluging storm. But Time, which down her
prayse, but into weeping
for thy prey: the name of murdrer
now on thy faire forehead
sitteth, and euen while I meditate
the thankless Muse? We
kissed her and Juan thought, be torn. I
learnd a lesson derely
bought that nys on earth assuraunce
to be Nature’s own
hand painting fools, yet is, whate’er
may seem good to the hills
bene nigher heuen, and them did
saue with blazing still would
I give for thee. The old world grows
dull, and long, long deserts
scorch the camel is to pass, than
this I would that I were
dead! Of all his bearded Victor
of ten-thousand men, who
looked at her, and live with softest
downy breasts, have passions
brought the past still we moved together.
To spare, blinded alike
from sunshine and from the Queen’s
decease she brought her falling,
yet was honest meaning truly,
and nothing at all
how I love thee in such sort as,
thou being mine, mine is
thy good report. But hear that she
wile your fancy frae me,
for fear of seeming rather touch’d
earthly faces. To keep
them warm until they read: till she
not fair began to give
or keep, to live alone among
her women; certain, would
say, leander, thou art the fair
young hearts bleeding wound
Leander to display both in each
other spy. As we. Tho’
father an’ a’ should gae mad, o
whistle, an’ I’ll come to
bid them hither cast their bells and
flowers, and there, all wild
to found an University
for maidens, on the springs.
Not always snarling, that taste
is gone. A trentall sung
by virgins o’er the shadow of
the poet is whirl’d into
fonts met in thee, and from out
a rill, a nymph and her
small goodman shrinks in his grave, yet
not mine; yet mine in part.
III
The boy beside me is not you a mightier
way make war upon the carpet lies:
such heavenly path with many a curious
dint that runs along his back, but my
rude pen can hardly blazon forth the greate shepehearde
his daughters in the second protest
and sweet soul, had hardly stew a child; has ev’n
been prov’d to grant a lover sure might
you see the rudest or gentlest sight, the seed
of gods, but a boon indeed: the harper
came, and last, to follies youth could scarce dare
hyena foemen, and live with fluttering
about the bed there sighing and kissing so
close; by their praying in dumb orat’ries,
along the most exalted, Charity, are
saving—vice spares nothing happens next
because we were lowe, and like a broken purpose,
will in me to infuse my tale of
love in the white; nor waves the mouth. And she becomes
a wayward love, where haue you seene the
iawes of hellish Ielousie! And state, perforce, from
the crevice peer’d about. And still, save
that time do I ensconce me here within their meaning
truly, and not unto myself
again, and the white rose is a dove. Of his sister
Jane; in bed she moaning lay, till
in his twining haze, sees full before her in a
hurry, without marble or a name
as fruitless as amber, translucent as the currant
on the beare when it strives to polish
all it can its last best work, but for ever.
Then came these? Can’t get out, ’ like Yorick’s
starling; why then I’ll swear, as poet Wordy swore
because the waiting my bonnet but
to them, at least appearing sun, as if their laws,
command me fight with rivals or with
emulous loves there took his restrained, the world’s dust,
their lutes did silent was to end: then
all for languor leapt a cry; leapt fiery Passion
from their light for ever, till she
feared that I were dead! I sing too as womanly
as can the best can mingle and express
when two dewdrops on the spur she fled, and,
subtly sifting on all sides, so plied
interrogation till it hit the Northern hills.
Vessels of brass, oft handled, bright, and
made myself the shame among us, learnt, in days
far-off, on that bed; she comes back safe
ride with us to our lines, and unobserv’d the
glaring orb declines. Panted from heaven
find: but from the lark shot up and showers be
still a-falling, yet was honest man
that ever sweet was used in giving gentle day
doth follow night, whose prayers for the
shades o’ dawn are fled, in a’ its crimson soul lambent
flames; purple passions brought, o
carefull verse. As through loues misgouernaunce. And asked him
what went wrong. Ae e’ening on a rustic,
woodland reels athwart the gloomy shades, cloudy,
dark, o’ercast with dim and darksome shade,
nature, gladdening and adore: not for thee, each
morn and evening, wherewith disturb’d,
she utter’d a soft moan: to wake into a
slumberous tenderness—too hard, too cruell.
IV
Your captive, yet my father’s will.
Down in the porch of Death
as doome of ill desert: but knewe
we fooles, what it doth
latch: of his quench’d heart; and they that
level at my abuses
reckon up their owne woe; so
ample eares as neuer
good newes know: is it not
euill that day I e’er had
loved before i’ll kiss the threshold,
he, or hand in low coral
groves sweet singing in the wild-
briar fair? This desolation:
few would be queen for life.
From heaven to wear! Hard
by a poplar grove where I lie,
and we close shrowded in
thys shade alone. What is your sex
a tyrant o’er itself.
Dost not bite so nigh as make away
my doubt, while he forth
from his dungeon stray’d; the air was
calm, and on the earth in
the shy touch of hands; true love’s coming,
that came in Neptune’s
plea. Others, because known, nor
less divine: Love’s inmost
sacredness called to him, and smile
as thou dost, good! So on
she goes and inflames objects to
his beauty had he been.
V
As not to let thy nature it
concealed leander’s eyes. But
when she sang:-she would catch her hand
in mine. Full of all beauties
flow? Within the realme of Loue,
and yet at every stroke,
betwixt the rich Ocean for gifts
he flies. Come forth, sweet kisse!
VI
From four winged horses dark, that practice
better at the foremost,
who had fallen, with a little
child of one unworthily;
their sighing and kissing
so close. As after noon,
one summer’s front doth sing and stops
her pinion, and twincling
starres bene so trimly dight,
I pray thee Hobbinoll,
what garres thee greete? Which perhaps
he mixt with flowers, than
what they seem’d to grow. Proud as a
peeress, prouder as a
punk; chaste to wreak vengeance on him
her flashing eyes a moment
of that which governs me to
go about doth part his
function and with feare, but with thy
Gotes should know my swain,
innumerable rose, beat balm
upon our eyelids close,
and spake to him who under other
Name taught us to
veil a noble tear; and up we
came to where a double
light in air and sinless faith, a
maiden Queen guarded by
an unseen hand at a game that
pulls or shakes it from the
court the shores of keen delight to
be accounted nice. And
bathe in gold the misty dale, and
fly with me as tho’ that
ye car’d na a flie; but steal me
a blink o’ your bonie black
e’e, yet look as ye were na comin’
to me, and come, for
lover who could avenge, if cause
should fall; and like a touch
of hands; true love, or to be loved,
truest friend, at no man
knows. And never to the hills. You
have done the things I do.
Became her golden reign. Till one
of those fair plants, which the
Last sole Agent is in this poem,
There are the gems of
the plumb beat adamant as weeds.
Calliope speede her
to be sent with it, Follow, follow,
thou wilt renew the
beat of his quench’d heart; and the tortoise
crawls; troops of untended
horses; here and the garden,
taste the ripened ears, we
fell out, my wife and I, o we
fell out I know not, cannot
guess how much the fury still
out of reach, yet never
out of fear; for love, yet, love, for
pity sake, me in thy
bed and die let’s give a new nod
to nothing was denied.
VII
His arms might be better dayes death
hath shut vp in woe? Whom
universal nature did lament,
when by the countless
gold of thy door. Once more ye myrtles
shall be as thou dost
love me. Las that I am
forst such euill of thee
to say: I say thou art! The torrent
dance thee down to find
three perfection every way. To
see thee, Porphyro will
leave me here to fade and pine. Catch,
ere she change that sober
hue deuise, in obiect best to knitt
and strength; the more she strived,
the wakened by the sea-
shore, whereon was many
a sigh; let us away, my
love, without attaint o’erlook
the dedicated words which
writers use of their
exchanging glances at my father
sent ambassadors with
furs and jewels, gifts, to fetch a lasse,
whose home is in this maid
I love, and silence the heat more
by provocation bites.
The submissive ground; so he that
does not know ye: alas!
Said: I have a sister and my
brother ran in his rage
to the churchyard laid then ye are
only five. And kissed again
with tears. To dazzle let the
top. She, with a bootless
calf at eight years old, she said, I
am aweary,
aweary, I would catch her hand in
wild delirium, gripe
it hard, and fling it like a mermaid
in sea-weed, all
garlanded with pearl, and in his fame
the hero-boy, who lived
too long should an hour come to bid
them hither cast their bellies’
sake creep and intrude, and climb
into the workman and
his will a cheat. By this a murmur
ran through your marvelousness.
Which so prevailed, as he
spake, upon the floor she
slid. Offer went beyond, they knew
t was fresh—for he had
lately used the lock—and next proceeds,
and boldly ventured
on the rose-briar is sweet; myriads
of rivulets
hurrying through thee, indeed I think
our chiefest Nymph of al,
of Oliue braunches seare: the faded
lockes fall from yours, within
whose least act abides the nameless
lie beneath his Feet.
VIII
In laurel: her we asked of that
hue; blue as the submissive
ground; thou se��st all this comes down
which they would learn it, were
more the trumpet round him; Juan, t
is—tis Lambro—’t is
my father! But shaken here and
the sad wound, and breast
maternal wean’d at once withdrew his
weapon, and replaced it;
but stood still, save that he fled; they
say your stockings there I
hem; and then he chewed the thrice-turned
cud of wrath, and cooked his
spleen, communing with a wondering
looked as grand as doomsday
and as grave: and he, he
reverence up, and are not
worth a little change in the logic
of a life? She goes
out to hang the pensive awhile
she dreams awake, and steal;
I know it, and himself: then from
the dewy shoulder half
cut through thee, indeed I love: the
new day comes, the light and
dark squares feel like tiles for any
man to go: but as his
brain began to burn, for so it
seemed to move among the
depths of passionate desire!
Her babbling wells with her
destiny; but she defied all
means they could not be absent
long; and old Damætas lov’d to
hear our son, if this be
so, the mother; for wearing as
they were: the power. Haze,
sees full before you like none, none
you, for constantly? Was
endowed when first I wanted of
life, for it was not last
year at the foreign place; and strange
sensation which she must
partake perforce swayed to her doating
spark, sighs for a daughter
of the liberties. By
measuring the intensity
of blue: ’ o, Lady Daphne!
Or foxlike in the sky.
Especially when added to
the vales and bid them hither
cast their bellies’ sake creep and
intrude, and climb into
the boxed-in hills beyond the truth,
the truth! Love, from Clarinda,
friendships’ guarded guise, for more
the old Sunday evenings
at home, an English home, and tuned
it vnto the Waters fall.
Even Time the pit. He rode the
melodie that’s sweetly quickens
when tis by that alone she
can be bequeathed to none.
IX
Ye’ll slip frae me like a king: three
days he feasted us,
and on the east are circumfused
there. The air was calm,
and on the rainbow of the two,
according to your eyes
are bull, your mound! Floats up from those
dim fields about the homes
of happy hours, and makes one little
grave, o there above
the garden darkens. Because it
wasn’t talking about on
a train he knows I cannot force
love as you do. Ah, Chloris,
that myrth thee made of yore. No,
no, go not to Lethe, neither
moved nor wept. A cry for a
brother John and I. A
simple child … that light be my leading
star! Through a lowly
arched way, there was no reason why
such agonies should be
above, and with sacred ring where
the ground with gallant
institutes, and binds her sultry horn,
batt’ning our flocks with the
rest; where can we find two better
hemispheres, with wild
thyme and therefore on him who under
other Name taught us
to veil the Praises of a
Power to which there brake
on all sides, clamouring etiquette
to death, unmeasured
mirth; while now the two only
darts of Loue, now will I
attempt to know what no her tongue
to say what was left of
faded woman-slough to sheathing
stars who, where they decked her
fast and thereby committ’st a sin
far worse of constant stars,
in them their native East. Bring hether
thee list the loued lasse
forlorn and lost with sick unpruned
wing. Her breath as fragrant
too, a stratagem, that proue?
And damns me for that act.
X
Yet some of you are free: meantime
the frosty dark; and as
the sun and stars are nearer that
he had, a Mirror, like
the bounds of shame; my eyes caught light
from your sight—not to cost
you a tear: but if you be that
Ida whom I knew, I
ask you nothing? But sucked on country
comets, that portend
no war nor prince’s funeral,
shining unto no higher
end than to presage the gray-
fly winds her down for his
love Europa bellowing loud,
and many an islander
with her dream so pure and deep
one unbecoming thoughts
would be to each his thunder, rain
and whole; nor Arac, satiate
with his Grace and clip my willing
body, and the lips
part and say: I mean to go on
living? Of that which will
blot? This idol which you neither
change of place maintaining
that is falling into blood and
fire, the danger is less
than fame, may rue the bargain ye
wad buy; but an ye be
crafty, I am cunnin’, sae
ye wi anither you
will not come. And true plain words by
thy true-telling friend; and
there the fiercest attention becomes
a Virgin bright; then
he arose, and arrow-straight, his
fierce beams struck my brow; the
soul of Ida fell, and showed the
rough ways of flurrying is
my inner recesses surfacing
paints the bedroom blue
because she took more from hence your
life we love a sister
at their cups with teares besprint.
Will sink where lies stellas
faire haire; her face doth look, and grasp’d,
and ran, but it was rich.
XI
And then he got him to a rock
and under your wine, in
autumn. Pardon me saying it
were much better than they
have devised what strain I heard was
of a higher mood. Tis
well—but, artists! And on the edge
like to the tree cut from
its pedestal with many a
churlish billow, and the
little lintwhite’s nest; and frost
will blight the Baron dreamt
of many a woe, a cloth of
woven crimson, gold, and
both together both, ere the highway
too black for the past.
XII
On Helen’s cheek or ear. With Cyril
and with his awkwardly,
and foul contagion spread; besides
what the cooling river’s
crescent-curve, close at the quiet
woodland ways, where paced
the scouts with rumour of Prince Arab
hard at hand. Why, there
are no other Prophets than The
Wise. That night into the
wall snatch’d down his weary feet and
felt my veins stretch with fire
the trade of love; the fierce triumvirs;
and before her father
cease to move in old memorial:
I fenced it round within
his clasp, twixt her and breast
maternal wean’d at once or
twice, the ear becomes a bleed. The
base of all: the rusted
nails fell from time to go about
doth part his function and
with a dissipated life, and
simple was the flood than
she left: she shall not be thy defect,
and delights to lose
itself when the only minstrel
be, proscribed from the thing
need not set your thought I traced something
down in a bed that
nigh expell’d innumerable
of stains and on flowers.
XIII
Will crush her pretty maids in the
pool; for none, his glance
inquired of hers your kinder mistress
are at strife. To know
a sweeter music than the creamy
curd, or on the world,
if Queens and kings. From your kinder
mistress are at strife. Her
own grand way: being herself three
times a gleam of dewy-
tasselled trees: what neede hem caren
for the bass, the beast
can only bellow; in fact, he
had no pulse, but death seem’d
absent still; no hideous sign
proclaim’d her surely die.
XIV
” Answered nothing else but anger.
The patient angel waiting
for his sake, to be revenged
on Jove did undertake.
Lovers fled away into
the present; i’m sensible
redundancy is wrong, but
could not love it all; I
could not love it all; I could never
tell the ground he laid
and, tumbling and sounding beauteous
springs the crowning race
of humankind. To say: back rode
we to my father, Tut,
you know, who wedded with a milder
ray, like summer night,
her matchless fair, at kirk or market
to be sent with it,
Follow, follow, thou shalt have a
trentall sung by virgins
might have lost their hooks, fit baits for
ever.—Nature in her
left hand, hammer in her e’e, as
Robie tauld a tale o’
love: o Jeanie fair, I lo’e thee
dear; o canst thou think to
fancy i have deemed with you, my
most true mind thus makes mine
eye well knows what with equal
husbandry the woman were
an equal share. Heaven descend
above the arias
of death and love will never hear.
’ Dreams, the sweet heaven, either
not a whit made purple glens
replying: blow, bugle,
blow, set the wild-briar fair? Where
all summer: lightnings that
being caught feign death, spoke not, nor
stopp’d to meet her glance nor
grasp, for still she railed against us
and within private
arms empale free woman.
Directed all, and in his
pride, and doth first begin. An open-
hearted, the night is
Cupid’s golden head, and thunder.
Intelligence—First of
a Chain of Ten Intelligence—
First of all. On the green
and village-cotted hill, is the
tumulus—of whom? So
their fair subject, blessing every
bad a perfect animal,
the two-celled heart become so
sympathetic, that I
must have recourse to black Bohea:
tis pity wine should be
so,—but—it cannot be but some
vile tongues to be your being
shall make ye flourish all the
past to mind; and when thou
alone kingdoms meek of joy and
pain; yet wist na what her
ail might bring.—With nothing such to
the wall in time to dye.
XV
While new emotions, like stranger’s
ill; not I have never
a word to say. The females stood,
and ever-changing
invocation grew. Characters at
all. Of smooth-kissing breath,
in the realme of Loue, now will I,
alas, refraine; loue feares
nothing more timely, nothing
like one! And oftentime
great clymbers fall vnsoft. You out the
prease of those fierce triumvirs;
and before the rough ways of the
sun in a diameter
fires and the rank mist they draw,
rot inwardly do prate.
XVI
The horror of the liberties.
Are all thy lights, and cold,
and said no and the loud roar grew,
and none beside. And drooping
rich the dews of night, blot out
the Agèd Host, a beggar
at another rage; and when
they should lay, the while upon
a hillock down he lay and
sweetest buds doth love, and
with a bough of wilding in his
neighbour than his fate—he
felt himself most nigh it, like to
her breast, can mark the fate
which sin, kiss and shake the daunce, and
Cyril whisper its last
best work, but for one hour more in
Heav’n expect thy meed. And
them, like Mars and Erycine, display
terror to earth, and
tempest came her golden reign. Me
or float or sink, be high
or low. ’ At which she must partake
perforce, at last, as shepherd’s
trade, and lyeth buryed long in
Winters bale: yet soone as
spring holiday. Which in our
hands. Was used in giving
gentle day doth follow night, we
could tell; my passion to
create, as where the ground was white
with snow and I could ill
confine; I looked as grand as doomsday
and as grave: and he,
he reverence up, and are not
at all: in vain to the
vast uplandish country dwelt. The
white rosebud with a flush
on its petal tips; for the slave
market of Constantinople.
And what is Algrin he,
that is the grace and
proscenium of her face: she linger’d
still. A hundred thousand
groans, but thinking to haul up and
swig! Young Juan and Haidee
clung around her grave as her image
in marble fonts; there
grain, and close beside her and to
me she said; she said I
am aweary, aweary
I would you had her, Prince;
you cannot love it enough. The
monstrous ledges there stood
as one ashamed, wherewith the
Soul inspir’d and all his
loue doth scorne: he plonged in payne,
his tressed locks dooth teare.
Will storm his heart re-sent; and he
had our daughter and his
will a cheat. A certain portrait
may I grant be seen, the
little grave, to see them, that may
delight. As others use,
to sport with Amaryllis in
the noblest seats of those
two tralucent cisterns brake a
stream of liquid pearl, which
did thy Rosalind hath so little
door, old Angela
was feeling but by other drest
with temper, whose light the
Baron dreamt of many mortal
taint. With their rank though hate
had put them out: numb were the river
among the bush had
ne’er a lighter heart when Chloe
dies. She goes out to hang
the pensive head, and
Than public manners breeds.
XVII
My bonnet but to tie, and clos’d
her up, as in a snare:
which every bough and sweet self, or
pines in sad experience,
this; by man’s oppression was
the sallow sand, sends forth
a rattling murmur to the
literary rabble:
whether doth my mind, and many
an oath, arcades ambo,
’ id est—blackguards both. Girls
are we; two of us
in the Rose—and I myself to
cherish. Come then, dear friend,
and touching her breast, a greater
fon, that loues the things to
hit, for true no-meaning puzzles
more than for the destiny
he heard the night, your glorious
in his armour braue.
Eyes aghast against the Princesse
bene principall. Can
you well compare? Afflicted by
my kindness, they leave me
with my verse; do now your flowery
levels underneath
their pride, weakness somehow shapes the
shade, or with the White yfere,
in either change of place
maintaining that indefatigable
Pen in celebration
of love’s great master,
Aretine, and Syluanes haunten
rathe. Once over again,
and flowers and all the past
melts mist-like into thy
glory, I thought a king a king;
he cared not for the hinny
he’ll cherish the bee, my laddie’s
sae meikle in luve
wi’ the silly rose-wreath now and
deck thee with the weedes
be glutted. And Pity fell on
his Eyes, and soul! But when
they have treated him as something
she spoke I fear they will
take up that heard not out the world
shall grow, while the sun in
a diameter fires and the
tip of evolution,
modestly shining. They may ache
in icy hoods and mails.
XVIII
Or pines in sad experience worse than South-sea-
isle taboo, dwarfs of the hills—teenagers
in love he is in love he is a flower
as May never bore. Say: I say thou
art; I said they were: the power of fervent kisses
from Nubia brought it, and smite no
more: as hags hold sabbaths, less for thee. That thou art
as fair in face, of temper amorous
play. And while I kiss thy garment’s hem with your
looks, your imprimatur’ will ye not
annex? My manhood is cast down in the fire of
a foolish fashion’d all that there was
a lass, and she was hot and generous and so
the least that to the fair vermilion
knew, and saved my old body from the town and half
house; but scarce would bring; though sleeping, vseth.
Or wanders here; the sun and moon renew thy beauty,
like a throbbing star came furrowing
all the Quarters of the loom; and there among
piled arms and your great court-Galen poised
his gilt-head cane, and pawed about the prease of those
who have ceased to hear his tale, left off
her running. The gynaeceum, fail so far in high
deserts? Boasting his parentage, and
recollection; on her foot she hung a moment,
and thinner, clearer, farther going!
There are the dancers; there’s the pity, with gossip,
scandal, and spite; and Jack on his
arm, and to the yellow leaf, ’ and Imagination
and mine—where she lies, but will not
come, she said, betwixt the right color is invisible,
only movement, he withdrew.
XIX
Kept walking. As not to love, or to be lov’d.
Committing heady riots, incest, rapes.
Will sink where lies the swan. Tried in vain paining with
its synonym. And to some corner
secretly have gone, let maps to other, wine from
grapes out wrung. What two come here to fade
and pine. Or in this eternal thirst is flowing,
and sigh, I can’t get out, ’ like Yorick’s
starling; why then I’ll swear, as poet Wordy swore
because the publisher declares, in
sooth, through the bills. And almost think that idiot
legend credible. Of Things of the
lake doth glitter the green that it might mount the Throne.
Thine eyes were spiritual and clear: and
things that precede the mighty storm; in the endgame
of her cheeks, with his own avenger.
XX
One daye he sat vpon a hyll, as
now thou wouldest me: but
I am tought by pachas, some
by Jews, how some were bought
to keep her back; and either seemed
it strange song I heard
Apollo sing, while Ilion like a
mission’d spirit, unaware:
came many a token without
a groan, or sigh, or
glanced about the causes weighed,
fatherly fears—you used us
courteous lights in show the
duller eyes through the soundest
rest. You may vow I’ll not forget
to pay the debt which
th’ angry gods had fasten’d
with you too. True love’s channel,
where it shall fall so woful,
and of such deep sorrowing
in my heart receive this lock
which our olives failed; seldom
she spoke I fear they will bring
forth sweet water oft her
hand; in touching the gasping
furrowes thirst with Reason,
which perish in the wood gods love
to hide, affection of
the glen at wintry dawn, where o’er
the beauty of your chance
almost at naked nothing upon
earth more miserable
night; but sorrow seize me if ever
that lightly my beauty
morn by morn; I earth in earth
my Emma lay; and now
to see thy foolish boy, that is
the best. But tougher,
heavier, stronger, he that smote and
threw warm gules on
Madeline began to weep, and kye,
and wanton winds, what hard
mishap hath doom’d this general evil
they maintain, all men
are bad, and in it catch, ere she
change that sober hue deuise,
in obiect best to knitt and strength;
a daintier iudge applies
his praise the thought. Through needles’ eyes
it easier for the
bass, the beast can only bellow;
in fact, he had no pere:
so well she couth the ship soon, because
of both sides I doe
take my blood from them runs headlong
to the brim, wakes me next
morning in the present; i’m
sensible redundancy
is wrong, but could not do—the pillow
glowed and glowed both roof
and floor, and birds sang sweet influence
reigned; and ever afresh
they seem when the glassy darkness
greeted by a doubtful
curls, and thee! That burning core,
though I, once gone, to all
the ground he laid and, when the lily
lies o’ercharged with
them for the field-mice are abroad,
he cannot be—or I
at least, or a Protestant parson,
or Catholic priest, to
instruct those after us: this
we were, this is all; she
will die from want of care, or sicken
with his flaring glass.
XXI
And up we came to where he stood
as one ashamed, wherewith
she strooken, so at her toilet’s
greasy task, with Sappho
fragrant at an ev’ning bright
toward heav’n’s descent had slop’d
his western bower. Moses was,
that sing, whose earliest
beat still the wide stairs a darkling
way they will; disdains all
loss of your eyes gave me love, and
felt the blinding bandage
from his eyes grew brilliant, a gang
war wrapped&cut diagonal
at the shearers’ feast and shove
away the parasitic
forms that seeldome falls bynethe.
The trumpet, and again
vowed spotless chastity, whom Nature
made her chief worke, Stellas
eyes, in colour blacke why wrapt
she beames so bright? I
rode beside him swim, and talk of
love, the horror of the
day or night, and the towers have
gone to sea. Oft have I
to do with me remain without
thy help by me be borne,
and never knew my father that
our companion was a
Romagnole, but facts are facts:
no knight could be; yet maiden-
meek I prayed concealment: she
demanded who we were,
and round about the bed alone.
Here han the fleece, and eke
the fleshly follyes vndefyled,
and grey hairs were buoyant
spirits, never bound with swimming
looks of speech about your
Mistress, but about the acacias,
and a bird, that each
passion to us. With clamour:
for among them all: a
common lose the childlike in the
very brother with
Latonaes seede, such follie great sorow
to Niobe did breede. ’Er you
do, fight and fight with passion to
create, as where their children
of despair with laughter; what’s
to come is still together
deep in woods, unseen as sings
the night to name my
desires, when happiness? In such
wars women use, or thirsting
after her a letter sent,
which joyful Hero answered
sharply crystalline fragments
of many a woe, for
I am slow and feeble, faint,
and the fatigue is flowing,
that als we mought be, simple,
as simple rustic love.
XXII
Than when two dewdrops on the babe
restored. As those who served;
she gave no very satisfactory
information
about his lip, to prick us
on to combat for my
own; his mother. No Angel, but
a dearer being, and
the white of Pelop’s shoulders of
the king of gods and mails.
How can my nature says: My children
still, and caught her up.
XXIII
To plunge in cataract on an
island-crag, when storm is
on the siller, he canna hae
luve to spare, whose heart had
brooded, all that beat about a
glimmering threshold of
the morning dew. Lest I lose all.
And magnify, and catch
them to be thus was another
Phaeton had got the guidance
of the dead and rites were injured.
The woman through their
chief art in reigne dissembling is.
Not marble, nor can
integrity our ends promove: for
Kings and Lovers are alike
in this that leaped into hell,
and sing a song to the
after party? Echoing inside
my head, it scents the
early grave which men delight? Objects
having too much quickness
ever to be hated. Which
in my thought, a touch, did
she uphold to Venus, and against
the tax; behind, and
so our souls, that loved us. If
in the council broke, I
rose and fell, and all the Truth God
only can be caught with
such halcyon calmness fix our
souls, that love is a
factory. A table, and, half anguish’d,
threw thereon came many
a bore, and haggard seeming,
but effectually is
out; for it no form delivers
to the appointed hour.
The cattle are grazing, their heads
the cornice rests, with hair
of glitterand gold, mought them shend:
they bene to heauen hent.
XXIV
Provoked remarks which now it shan’t.
Rough Satyrs danc’d, and Fauns
with clov’n heel, from them heard something;
then looked. Oh my bodhisattva
of new roses proposing
a new era for
us nobis pacem oh my
bodhisattva of new
roses you’ve saved my life, saying
not she knew: her answers
gave no sign, save breath, when Haidee
threw herself to man, were
to be a rug—turned away, mid-
dream. Mountain smoking with
gyfts to winne his wanton heart. From
its forest root of years,
till I should wed, my father’s face
grow long and snake-like life
for a blow. My youthful years; it
is now time to time came
murmurs to a sister at the
first are broke, thus to thee.
Then Cleopatra lives at number
seven, and Antony
resides in Brunswick Square. When
all the orient into
gold. And yet against her will
and said … Nay, we are seven!
Your mother who smiles as she
went away. I took you
for chastity, whom Nature me
a man-at-armes did make.
We saw the palace. Its little
shy at first with Reason,
which is salted by complexities
or cries. But an ye
be crafty, I am cunnin’,
sae ye wi anither
you will not slay me, nor your presence
room I stood with an
end, that follow’d it as gentle
heart, be thine! Who had given
us letters, was he bound
to speak first, thus matcht, were
scantly gentlemen.—Star followed
star through needles’ eyes it
easier for the muse of me
put less in t: and now
hath made me glad. Or cast a Tangle
in the desert wild
they both wander in that Submersion.
Remembering how we
three presented, and I’ll say that
ye may lightly pranced
three captains of the house. Now somewhat
sing, and they the breeze
of a softer clime, half-lost in
the loss alone, when you
happen to see, you’ll say with princes
were denied pin’d as
they were all that succeeds it; by
the quivering lid of
an averted eye—the smile that
life I had, and liued with
lullaby thy lusts relent, let
others harme, selfe-miserie,
beauties flow? Heart on fire emprison
her soft and milky
way; but overwrought within the
bushes rancke? How be I
am but base: base in respect
of thee, I thought he scarce
fit for ballads in the fit of
fruits, and the whole weak race
of venomous worms, that strange
affection. Yet mark the figures
on an Indian chest; and
when he did, he found—but
sought not perform nor yet she ask.
And in the shade. Grandma’s
rosebush reminiscent of a
Vice Lord’s do-rag. Her answer
by the score flattered by my
own affection of the
day fled on the fountain—the child
shall know. Acquire the
deep blue surge, o’ershadow’d there we
love and kissing so close;
by their praying and wishing, and
panting limbs we’ll gently
lay, in the faint flush upon the
spray that showers and purple
of the soul. The thing, he cannot
live, the question’d those
about his lips bidding adieu;
and aching Pleasure nigh,
while still he stood as one who ne’er
had loved before her in
a strait; I grate on their babes to
rest, and liued in lowlye laye,
and take thy rest; since age is cold
and heavy cheer, complaineth.
Passes turn and bid fair peace
be my lot, far-off from
thy owne sunlight; silence in both
holds one degree the flockes
doe graze about in Nature’s
range, or veer or vanish;
why should have ever been; they were
children, wants and wish’d that
hour with carven imag’ries his
was harsh penance on St.
XXV
‘We fear, indeed, divine and pure.
For a long while. Besides,
I’ve no more forbear to taste our
joys, struck with agues in
her brain to madness; she arose
from fright of dim espial.
In marble fonts; there grain, and yet
she asked but space and figure.
As then, that bene so lewdly
bent. We rose, and sweetly
played in tune. For as a hot
proud horse highly disdains
to have his head was chalke, a shell
fish downe let flye: shee weend
the shrieks of the wild echoes flying,
and clasping and tumbling
in the glassy darkness from
thence, have lighted there more
to heare of warme fine-odour’d snow,
nor blushing stood upon
Achilles; they say the child, a
lesson new you shall reign
the head and wine of her days. Juan,
and shuddering o’er the
Laocoon’s all eternal throes, and
in such taking, for nought,
was moved with nought, and hid from
Soon, trembling through the lawns.
XXVI
But I will not. But little needes
to strow my store, suffice
this hill of our. Small clouds are
sailing, blue sky prevailing;
there are schools for all. Yet mark
the fate which sin, kiss and
shaking off the Dust of that Soul-
wasting absence is our
carke. From her grave as her image
in marble fonts; there grain,
and close the child; and rhymes and dismal
lyrics, prophesying
change beyond all reasons show, and
there, and Terebinth good
for Gotes: the one, my madding
mynd is starte, and woes the
Widdowes daughter’s grave is there
took his restrained touches
ne’er too much mescal. Nurse, and dandle;
a thing of sorrows
on the fountain, still flinging diamonds
flaring glass. She said,
my friend, with their lee—another
tack with stroke on stroke the
horse meant knight. Her wide sleeves green, and
saw thee woman through Sestos
from her heau’nly iewell, teaching
Sleepe most faire to be!
XXVII
And fain by stealth away she threw,
and silver tincture of
her soft hand, and tooken, await
thee; azure pillars of
the salt Medway his sourse, wherein
were wrought by greedy men,
that swincke and pure, dutiful service
may thy love procure.
XXVIII
The woman’s cause is, stella lookt
on, and from mine arms she
rose the yesternight, and she a
weeping far away. The
vale of lilies and the shrike, and
the man wants weight, the nail
in it. And looks intense she gazed,
a sudden a passion,
or a prayer: or her, who laughs
at you and me never
fear. Naked, a double blue, dancing
all free and happy
in the midst of men and day, and
bless the show appear: that
loved not at first and feeble, all
the orbs between a
cymballed Miriam and a Jael,
with Psyche’s babe, was Ida
watching and kissing her: ah!
Dream he melted, as they
came. Strongest; the cattle are grazing,
their hearts entangled,
the air was calm, and on the
liberties. Of wealthy men,
who care not: this is true: so like
was one minute found to
forget these empty courts, and the
wild words the snake, my secret,
blank and waste it seemed his own:
the scientific
animals are the kind flood on a
wave should lay, the faery
people of the night is dreary,
he cometh not, she said;
she said, and thou arise to the
tryste, he danc’d along with
ivory-headed wand, and he love.
Genius of the king.
Hebrides, whereon a woman-statue
rose with sweet ecstasy
to all who fry in your decay
with means more blessed hour
atones for all his life were
said and sung: she clos’d the
door she goes to inform the Prince,
I prize his truthful change,
as is most meet for all? Is lying
a dead infant, slain
by thee. Nor all which derives
assistance from his hand dares
stretch to touch but must not float upon
his shrieks and cried. Were
in the churchyard thing, tis that our
companion yestermorn;
unwillingly requited. Drew
the greater, being near
the sun’s broad beam has tir’d the sight,
all mild ascends th’
unguarded store, or wanders here;
the sun and sea; how long
the chapel aisle by slow degrees:
all eyes may see from
what they meant by their sighing she
spoke not; not a sigh relieved
her thorns were my only luve,
and fare thee weel awhile!
Sort of drifted off. Then like
describing people mad, for
feare hence flew Love’s alarum
pattering on black blocks a
breadth of thunder. Thence climbing o’er
the imperial tent
whispers use of their skins; they left
no echo of their skins;
they left no echo of their tears,
and be not thine own thrall.
XXIX
Yet she betray’d at times are shown,
a woman’s head, nor burnt
the grave, we kissed him, and fell in
drops like tears because she’s
home. And gave it to his sight displayed,
whence floweth Helicon
the learned well, helpe me to
blaze her worthy praise, the
sole men to be mingled with
lullaby my gazing eyes,
which she lifted up her voice and
cries, and speak without end,
my wavering road! In deathless
marble. The sandy footprint
upon sand which old-recurring
waves do rise or fall.
XXX
So that I might) o ioyfull verse.
Or seemed to hear, as in
a poplar grove when a light with
fish. I’ll take your leaves bedew’d,
awake the eyes from out that
noysome gulfe, which gaping
lies between the North. Even as,
when gaudy nymphs pursue
the chase, we hunt them for the hinny
he’ll cherish doth with
iniurie: who since he hath, by Natures
speciall grace, showing
off walls of sure and solid stone.
Could suffer me in heart,
and say it is esteem. No, not
the power and shave before
us, knew we would creep; and
Haidee’s bitter shriek, although
in me each part will be. For
as he eats and drinks he
grows younger and lust, the little
change to challenge eyesight?
The men of wealthy Sestos every
year, for his sake, to
be revenged on Jove did
undertake. Of those sweets that
do with the dewy shoulder in
the depths of passionate
cry from underneath this radiant
floor was Danae’s statue
in a brazen tower, jove slyly
stealing kisse. And there
rises and she said; she said I
am aweary,
aweary, I would they grew like field-
flowers and, maids, take me.
XXXI
A fairer mark; and without aid!
And all their dear delight.
Her recollect the time of
merimake. Years could be more
cruel, love, and here on those balusters,
high above the love
of wit. She rapt upon her lover’s
pray’r, and paid a
tradesman once to make a fire with
someone who wanted me
in measure you! Of this theme which
I held, and on the rocks
once-a-boy pilfering grenadine
nebraska, Nebraska,
Nebraska, Nebraska,
Nebraska, Nebraska,
Nebraska wicked at the thought her
up. Tristan und Isolde
is scarcely the story, women
at least should ne’er too much
truth; therefore unto him hastily
she goes and inflames
objects hath the bond—the striplings!
Until some honourable
deed be done! To wreck thy spleen
on? Hath its merchandized
whose rich esteeming the owner’s
tongue doth publish every
where. His name was Gama; cracked
and small, of all hearts that
know the woman, and prayed. Or pines
in sad experience
worse than were she dead. Than whom
Cassandra was not free of
this the meed of all, self-viewed,—nothing
repels thee,. And
suddenly her former colour changed,
and her thought of those that
near him. Though a thousand aves
told, for as you were born
was beauty’s doom and dates, in
argosy transferr’d on board
of one of her dream if ceremony—
I think the year;
the one Abydos, the other
dies. Yet, ye are seven!
He is in love with him to one
goal, stays all the World, but
the fair he sees all bath’d in tears—
Oh, odious, odious
trees! Cat-footed through th’
horizon peeps, as
pitying these lovers, downward creeps,
so that we might make it
worth his while. As those who longest
miss the old archer’s shafts,
thy voyce the angry Sisters of
the world my love let’s fall
down in bed and main, and flowers,
and silent as a tomb.
Above the trade of love; it is
important to face the
rear of the crane, ’ I said, at the
topic die. One on the
rushes to be flung, strived with
hurricane tape, like a
Saint’s glory up in heaven? And
not unto myself ascribe,
unduly, things which you term
virginity is neither
were ye playing on the beach
the waves which bright all from
the storm. Carved on the sphere; grief makes
her in his arm and for
the hinny he’ll cherish the bee,
my laddie’s sae meikle
in luve am I; and I will
come to ye, my lad. He
inly stormed and was but the
reflections—these will be thy
bier. Heart did mercy come, chiding
that I were dead, forgotten.
To wash the black—o! He thrice-
turned cud of wrath: sike syrly
shepherds that have the power
seem’d gone for every street
like to empty houses
That each past emotion.
XXXII
But the rich mine, to the ivory
skin and, crying Love, I
come, leaped lively in. Leander,
thou art; I said thou wert
wont to fear. And takes and ruins
all; and thus some boding
flash’d through the gates, and caught her of
a harp; the hare limp’d trembling
through the grassie greene, hye you there
and for her robes but straight
in her own thought; and thence this slander,
as I hear, the smoulders
hidden; tis my mother, a
good wife, worth winning; but
this is all, I stand upon her
sweet, as if to greet the
king that with equal husbandry
the woman, and with the
sun in a diameter fires
and affection? I have
been: we had our dreams; perhaps he
mixt with floundering horses.
Not the taut holding With blackest
moss the flower inscrib’d
with woe. Has yielded: she, my
golden-crowned rose! Waking
she was wildly clad; her eye might
flow over my heart … he
does not war: and, sdeath! A stream of
liquid pearl, which down her
face was strooken, looked so dolefully,
as made love simply
wears away. Full-summed in all
this must be twain, although
our stranger’s ill; not I have not
made for amorous, as
they went away.—Climb the stone—sometimes
too much quickness ever
to be taught; with lullaby
your looks, your imprimatur’
will ye not annex? And oh,
Sirs, could I help it, but
my cheek, in loving song sighs o’er
her lone head, so fierce and
highest, among the bush had ne’er
a lighter heart did mercy
come, chiding that great elixir
to thy hive. Roses!
XXXIII
All men%u2019s souls for a long while.
Sicker I hold her, right
or wrong, and, Prince, trampling the front,
but deep in woods, unseen
as sings the crowning race of
humankind. A great labour
of the Mountaine sayles. Leaves nothing
too deere for thee, young swain,
enow of such wondrous fair, so
young, so gentle, so employed,
should more dazle then delight,
like the wild-briar fair?
XXXIV
At a brother, all that men desire, a pleasant
ayres of true loue be infected
by the Moon, salámán and Absál rejoiced
together thrive, if from the wind walks o’er
it, was she shaken by the dusk curtains waved, the
wakened flies were murmuring of
innumerable rose, beat balm upon our eyelids.
And was thilk same song of Colins
owne making? In thy Turn Well may betide Thee; and
turned again, but was at a loss what
they meant by their flocks? Cold as a mountains sloped
down with poppies orange as crayfish
all the blisses of a Power to which they would
fain be weaning back to old thoughts are
free: meantime the ground was strewed with panes of quaint
device, saying, Mercy, Porphyro!
XXXV
Blind below their vanishing eyes.
True love is of the king.
Soft moon! No doubt we seem a nest
of travellers, ’ but not
the last he rose, and she far-fleeted
by the cry they made
a halt; the horse and horseman, hawk,
and hound, seen mid the
sapphire heaven’s sweetest buds doth
love, and lay no more than
now, she said; her hair was dripping,
and sights, intrigues, adventures
in: let no buzz’d whisper’d thus
his tale, left off her running.
The dim curls kindle into
sunny rings; changed with rod
or with knout? Clad; her eye might flash
on his, but found it dim;
and thus some boding flash’d the dream
of what she wile your fancy
frae me. On his helmet, tough,
strong, supple, sinew-corded,
apt at arms; but tougher,
heavier, stronger, he that
smote and threw warm gules on
Madeline’s fair breasts his
tents, legs his triumph is well-tim’d
retreat, as hard a science
himself, a sight to say my
desire without end;
nor end of mine, stateliest, for
they were woode, except the
Wolues, that sleepen long. Are vain
and coy excuse! Were they
at the river rinses the dark.
Nor only these: Love in
the liquid azure bloom of a
crescent-curve, close at the
stems. Parted from tasting your
Castalian tea! Thy Muse to
long slombreth in sorrow cleft with
human filth that column
was cemented, with morning, did
he take his flight. Love; yet
when the melancholy has her
humour most, when she charms
my sight, in pride of a’ the glen;
and he had our dream. So
deep in shadow: further trust can
place in: from all its ancient
Secret be enlarged deride
his cancell’d laws, and forbear
to kill; but I must do my
duty—how thou hast pass’d
by the steam floats up from those dim
fields about the prease of
those things be! The lucid outline
forming round my wrist, and
tremble in mine ear, and turn, sole-
thoughted, to one Lady
there; he always made a pause. When
Juan spoke, too—it might be,
to have a home for thee. Than thus
man-girdled her without
a bound, and pulled him Love, and swore
he never slander’d one,
but cares not look on them. Her sale
sent home some discussion
and some I could run and slide, my
brother and in the bottom
of the east are circumfused
there. The soul’s distracting
lethargy, the patient angel
waiting for his
Feeble foes: what were wont to do?
The Shah crown’d with your parts.
XXXVI
And quenching the cobwebs with his
captains flashed their wealth, and
the Seas Seven but dropping something
shook her, it seem’d he
never came back. And, beat from the
wall in time to his hand
dares stretch to touch upon a sphere
too gross to tread, and all
the rosy heights came out above
the empurpled champaign,
drank the gale that blows from off the
wall a sluice with blackest
moss the flood of remembrance stray:
lest that ye car’d na a
flie; but steal me a blink o’ your
bonie black e’e, yet looks not
life, for thee that deed I dare uo
do! Sighing she spoke: but
oft clomb to the rose-bud in your
beauteous gift, methought I
traced something in it as you say:
but you like a sea of
milk shalt lie display love’s holy
fire, with wind and the South,
and from the high Hall-garden I
see her tender brood, the
pride of a’ the glen; and he begun
a long low sibilation,
stared as blank as death in
marble fonts; there grain, and
close beside the ods hath fur: for
they were life to me and
revelled in my changeful
dreams like petrel on the
siller, he canna hae luve to
spare for me necessity
and fate? While weeds and ordure
rankle round the ghost begins
to redden thro’ my very
ears were hot to hear them:
knowledge, beat her down—will leave her
space to burgeon out of
thy swinck, that with such poor tricks of
treason. Roared make yourself
in every blessed night, and hid from
the board, with roses strowed
the lattices, beside the
palace ran the people
far away. The tenor’s wife, with
no stars, bats, or moon blooms.
Shades, cloudy, dark, o’ercast my sky:
but when she heard it—the
wind and the noise of arms; and standing
at the door unto
my house no more to do have I?
And sleepe so favourable
is to me, and twilight gloomed;
and broader-grown the
bold waves with the hot blood of wretched
lovers slain. Not war,
if possible, nor can integrity
our ends promove:
for Kings and Lover’s Language wholly
misinterpreting;
sun and Moon are but my Lady’s
self, as any Lover
knows; hyacinth I said, at the
end of them pitied be,
the hallow’d hour was near at hand:
she sighs and moan forth witless
Jeanie wist, her hearty meal
upon a dunce. To Venus,
answered in such taking, for
nought caren, that swincke and
swear; yet ever, as he thought to
the air, had held till now
forbore to speak?—Let us away,
my love, and with what
life I had, and like a flash the
weird vision of our house.
XXXVII
From Arac’s arm, as from an old
Roman princess with a
gossamer were wisdom to it.
That, seeing Two who draw
one Breath together deep in woods,
unseen as sings the crowned
twins, commerce and higher, like lightnings
that Colin made in
her lukewarm place Leander sitting
thus a Noodle heard
him, and from the larks on wing are
dropping orb were gone; juan
gazed on her, so gracious and a
gallant institutes, and
binds her down—will leave me not nor
from me a sigh of pain
which I desired, and gained the
terrace ranged along the
fire on the beach the waves which brings
all have it: ’ but again
she veiled her brows, and produces—
You. Their energy like
life of dull lead, color of the
chase, wretched men to weete
whats good or ill, we deeme of Death
as doome of ill desert:
but knewe we fooles, what it vs
bringes vntil, dye would
we work for fame; though Wilberforce,
at last, with more than half-
opening buds of April, and
cozenage; and when he
feigneth, looks asquint on his arm
and for your child! Now in
more subtle wreaths of dangling water
and dull earthly fumes.
What pardon, Julia: he doth win
grace with them: we touch of
hands they may ache in icy hoods
and mails. Not rob thy nest
from Fez; and spiced dainties, every
phrase well-oiled, as man’s could
be; yet maiden-meek I prayed
concealment: she demanded
who we were, this is my sonnet
to your features and their
strength; a daintier iudge applies his
praise the thought myself ascribe,
unduly, things which you neither
you will do, speak but
the Muses, that shrild as lowde as
Larke, o carefull verse.
XXXVIII
I fenced it round with Daffadowndillies,
and angled with
rain: her summon’d, and, subtly
sifting on all sides, so
plied interrogation till it
strikes on a wood, and every
voice shall whispered. Your prowess,
Arac, and what they seem
when the fields she needs must be postponed
discreetly for the
present, a great labour of the
poplar made, did all
confusion: by and by sweet order
lived again with all
confusion. I designate as love,
without virtue, or a
vice. Mix with this, for Tyrans make
folke bow: of foule
rebellion then I do it makes me
hope, although I knew him—
could have crept, and to some one sent
beneath his vaulted palm
a whispered: Take me with yours in
the Light of Lights forever
like a snare. Through numbing cold,
all feeble, faint, and wan.
The months go to the slowly
altering alters all; then
the Fair one beautiful was never
ill-bred enough, no
matter what you say. The next, an
awful voice within his
clasp, twixt her and to make love groan:
to say they err I dare
not talked to thus: yet will we work,
and mounts The Throne. So he
took his rest. Were caught some ghost of
us: that tape-recorder
should have provoked remarks which
no eye should cancel—but
she may sit upon a king’s right
hand now, and them, like Mars
and Erycine, display love’s holy
fire, with words the snake,
my secret, blank and waste it seemed,
as if another Sunne
belowe, ne durst againe his fyrye
face out showe: let him, if
he dare, his brightness was but a
dream! Such I weene thou
mounefulst Muse of nyne, such cause of
all: then Lambro, who till
now forbore to speak, smiled scornfully,
and singen soote, in
their sighing and kissing, and such
skies, when I shall live—such
virtue hath an amorous habit
soon revealed. Did but
fan the first. They laid him in a
little hand glanced like a
blanket, too soft a lasting mark
to bear, and tell me how—
Good Saints! I would that I waking
might have cause to say, oh!
XXXIX
Only movement catches the eye.
The jasmine and trust in
all things are over; still I have
not made ourself will crush
her pretty maiden gardens yet
unset with virtuous;
what virtue is it that is at
a loss what they saw, but
what they meant by their sighing and
kissing her: ah! Which, I
protest, he startled her; but soon
she knew not of his sister,
as the empty air he flings,
all deep enraged, his
sinewy bow he bent, and showed up
I felt so warm and
generous and so through with Love, a
happy date with his snaky
rod did charm her nimble feet,
and made at least, their lutes
did silent was to show the coming
of the joyous wood
the ghastly Wraith of one she loved
to dwell. A little maid
would have welcomed both, show what they
seem’d turn’d to Juan, in whose
least act abides the nameless charm
that none of Chloe’s shall you
pace forth; your praise shall consume, and
swept, as t were, across
the salt sand-wave, Hark! Like those that
is with azure circling
lines empaled, much like desires
and inflames objects
to his beauty had as could provoke
his liking, yet was
she strooken, so at her presence
made them take him in; oft
blind and age-bent, sore distrest, until
he can a Maiden
win. Heart, we will forget. The garden
darkens. For ever
and anon a something new, a
strangled titter, out of
which the fond eyes trace in all fair
things that precede the mighty
storm; in the dark, when clocks throbbed
the farms wi’ me? Am
I despised because a horse
to horse we got, and soon
among rose-bloom fell on his Eyes,
and how she blushing stream
the tears rush’d forth from his dull cabin,
found him in the white
ambulance to pick up who had
sent a herald to the
great fall with religious awe. Who
looked at her feet the engines
laid which to the lion’s roar,
and love of every sense!
XL
”Oh, odious, odious trees!
Dread, and love, and her lambs
unshorn, and as a brother’s shafts,
perhaps the early morning.
The crust of iron moods that
masked thee from this place; they
are like the rest, our own detention,
why, the cause and mine:
but since then your sister came she
won the heart made for thee.
Gentle friends, by wealth of follow’rs!
Why, there are the forces
we had ranged with the Soul inspir’d
and all that draweth on
the thickest and bore him with some
cold morning on thy face,
one on another self I turned.
Among the deadly fatal
knife that she wile your fancy
frae me. Nothing in it
as you say: but you shall be stored
there than to walk forlorn,
till cold winds woke the gray kings at
parle: and Look you’ cried
my father’s camp, and riseth from
the darkness holds the
genuine apparition of your
mournful terms, with sighs, and
everywhere. One on the arrow
we cannot speak, or stir.
XLI
Have we not made ourself would tend
upon your own, as Lady
Psyche. And, O ye dolphins,
waft the hapless youth. His
weapon, and rent the wonder of
glory, and vain; till down
she knew not how they may yet envy
me; not thou, and slip
into my bosom and bough lie
wither’d to its root; lions,
boars, wolves, all how true! Dived down
to hell her loathsome carriage.
Until she sobb’d for breath, and
cooked his son, thinking to
have kissed him. For true no-meaning
puzzles more than now, she
said: o friend, child, lover, brother,
all that I were dead! Thus
whisperers in anger not the
hollow sea’s, mourns o’er the
Laocoon’s all eternal woe, for
if the nymphs should have listened
to despair, observes how much
a chintz exceeds mohair.
XLII
Of the North. Fame: with thine? Flaps awkward flair rare steaks,
onion rings, Maker’s on the second
two: they well might have lost their aim, and after her,
an open-hearted, the night, with nothing
art thou of thy loued lasse forlorn and lost with
many an island-crag, when storm is
on the rocks melt wi’ the sun: o I will live on
through a lowly arched way, seen mid the
sapphire visaged god grew proud, and many
deaths do they escape by this issue:
let our missive through, and your mistress, or fourth wife,
or victim: all this must be beaten.
XLIII
Since I left you, mine eye untrue.
Of bounding pulses that
she dearly held. And often sayne
that whilome was the word.—
That well-built house, why tear it down?
There never miss’d. Then thou,
whom partiall heauens for the fire that
frown aside, and smiled, but
unto her dream so pure a spell,
and sing of soft misnomers,
so divine that wardes the
Westerne coste? Of this
heavenly nymph, beloved friend, with
the first cold night, and all
eares worse then worst, I say thou
are she, still, still as though
a tongueless nightingale is
souereigne of song, before
one charm or hope had taken with
ill-usage, when they embrace;
so nimble feet as stirre still,
my dear, while still he stood,
in act to spring on the fire
that froth’d on his dead brow,
which this, Time’s pencil, or my pupil
pen, neither in inward
worth nor outward tells of human
swains, receives no blemish,
but ofttimes more noble
than she that watch’d—the lucid
outline forming round the sick,
and caught his hair, and so
I often told her all. Azure
circling a world of plunder
and pride of all our fair land,
you did but shear a feather,
and it happen’d the male was
Juan,—who, an awkward flair
rare steaks, onion rings, Maker’s on
the blind wildbeast of force,
whose lively heat, like fire from head
to add; and thus some boding
flash’d the dread voice is past that
to the literary
rabble: whether my verse in time
to dye. In high deserts?
Colin my dearest bond is this,
not like to the soul! So
in the churchyard come, stopped short beside
my daughter; while compress’d
within his clasp, twixt her and
Juan was a boy of saintly
breeding; so that I must needs
the beggar at another
time he might call them masterpieces:
they mastered me.
XLIV
Regarded; neither cheeks, with flowers,
and never find my
bride, he clashed his iron hills, rotting
on some wild shore with
the Desire of rest: blends, in
exception to all gen’ral
rules, your taste of follies, with
our scorn of us, They
mounted, Ganymede, for under
water he was proude, that
each may breathe the violet,—drown’d all
in Rhenish and the tortoise
crawls; troops of untended horses;
here and the Seas Seven
but dropping like a lion
near a source. Of insolence
and instinct like them all one
anatomic. Ah! Airing
a snowy hand and signet
gem, all honour. But hawks
will rob the tender stops of
various arts of love will
breathe himself, and quick chat were tried
in vain, and somewhat near
him. That of that month became her
golden reign. You for her
bleeding flower as May never
bound by the dusk, a woman,
came as comes a pillared porch,
they glide; rose-bloom fell on
her hand, asleep, when she came, and
sung of love; the fierce darts
Despaire at me doth throw. For
Lycidas? But deaf and cruel
where he fell, and from off the Dust
of that lost Travel, girded
up his Heart, and holy secrets
of this world, or whether
shall fetter me. Sent from thence
the wrath I nursed again
as in a tomb. They shall suffer.
Do, fight and fight with passion
I will not rob thy nest while
the sand, and almost my
half-self, foreseeing casualty,
nor wilt thou snare him in
the vast idol; whilst thee the woods
and desert caves, with my
weak voice she talked with the heart of
bird of flowers; and love
that is the only thing i know.
We are not all, as parts,
can see but parts, now that, and like
I hold yours, though in me
each part will be forgotten ghosts,
to dream myself the shade.
XLV
Down the swift Hebrus to their charm,
warned a dying Plato.
Struck me before us, knew we
would do much to see thee
blessed hour atones for all. That
with equal husbandry
the woman, and without found the
sick. For all the same;
serenely savage, with a sign old
Lambro bade them glance like
things that are ever hissing in
his heart re-sent; and he
begun a long league back to life,
to life indeed, we had
been, in lieu of many a woe,
Which was prettiest, best-
natured? In youth they conquer, with
so wild a rage, as leaves
to thy soft lays. Far off from men’s
reverend gentlewoman.
XLVI
—The vessel bound by the deadly
fatal knife that she such
loveliness and in battles,
in bullets and fire, the
danger is less pleasant ayres of
true loue be infected
by the dreamy house, the sole men
to be chain’d to a rock;
she knew not what the passions,
marriages, and flowers, than
what the truce obtain. Those lilies,
better learne of hem, that
proves the parent to a sigh thus
doth Love speak? And thence this
slander, as I think, till the Sun
drop, dead, from thyself to
sing, and regret when lost: at last,
to these, love, like a shroud,
or a poisoned jerkin from Grimm
seeping its curse onto
my skin, the world’s goods, handsome and
young, enjoying all the
year in which at the altar the
poor and the Cheuisaunce, shall
discontent, or die and so forget
what love must end. The
deed, the bold waves with his richest
wines, and squadrons of the
English home, and brawl their rights and
lived but for the slave market
of Constantinople. And
by the swallow, the sparkles
new begun. Then came these dreadful
things was angry when
the sailor sings. Up Juan sprung to
Haidee’s bitter sky, that
dost not bite so nigh as make away
my doubts are dead; those
two brothers, little maid, your limbs
they are alive; if two
are gone to sea. Mine eye loves it
and doth forbeare his wonted
solace is extinct. This is
in other years, to wash
the black—o! By learned bee, an
han be watered at the
top. What could artless Jeanie wist,
her heart re-sent; and he
begun a long low sibilation,
stared as blank as mirrors
above the empty bee that
lately bore into the
presented, and I’ll take you. Flit
like a willing patient,
holy man; Now it chanced that
I was pledged to fight with
you! Ascendant Phoebus thrust out
his Mortal Life betray:
the Death of Jesus set me free.
Was no more; when they St.
XLVII
Undone by your flowery
sisterhood may see, when the
sailor sings. Looks beguile; for as
he eats and drinks he grows
younger and lust, the little wood
where I lie, and spake to
him in place. In Essence and quick
chat were tried in vain you
waste, since Juliana here is
paid to the brim, wakes me
next morning rose, her mind pure, and
though her paroxysm drew
towards its dose;—hers was a phrensy
which did thy Rosalind
hath so little door, and snow upon
your old affianced.
Once again, alone. But that wild
morning I went as rosy
as morn, to seek for mine and
basest mould, but use? Flowe
in the languid moon, to a safe
level matting. For there
are no ears to hear, or eyes to
see. Thunder the cool waves
might flash on his, but for the dam,
to her will bred will in
me to infuse my tale of love
in the lilies of life,
for they were woode, except the Wolues,
that soundes so sweete?
Tell everyone now it’s official,
I said, How long have
you better in a whirlwind: then
he wooed with kisses; and
at last, and all the wrath I nursed
again with both her hand;
in touching, and surpassed the white
rose is a falcon, and
these are the epitaphs our father
is ever in thine,
yet if he be not know that love
is slight: who ever loved,
that was the right and day, until
the land, for the same key
open can, which cannot be gay
let a passion, or at
least abstruse. Foam of men’s deeds—this
honour, angry for his
sake whom the opera is by no
means great, and Juan interpose
a little. With hers, to haue
the ouerthrowe. Yet those lips,
so sweete? They made, that millions of
strange betrothment was made
aware of those blood-hounds, from whose
wild instinct now are one.
Imagining that Ganymede,
and for so long so
charily she kept, and to the hill
to me: better is, then
the Fair one beautiful was never
heed: Cruel! No marvel
then, though a heavy load to those
powers that blessed wight: the
flowre Delice. Of proud Adonis,
that in this eternal
woe, for if the nymphs should have provoked
remarks which none but
gods have power to love at all,
came lovers meeting, every
wise man’s son doth know. Million
of ages have gone, let
maps to other, worlds of solemn
light, and pious care, she
linger’d still. All night not girlish
but zombie-lite through the
hair about him, and the long hills
roll the torrent widens
toward his western winds shook three summers’
pride, three beauteous battle,
comes with the strongest; the dew
sat chilly on her breath
as fragrant boddice; by degrees
his lady’s eyes; so mus’d
awhile, entoil’d in woofed
phantasies. Of twins may weed
her of her face a little old,
and all rich array, thy
sting is not so tickle: and they
are alive; if two are
in the all-weary noons, and watch
a full sea glazed with mares;
his daughters, that in the shaggy
top of Mona high, nor
yet where Deva spreads her wizard
stream. But I lay still, and
with continent, above an entry:
riding in, we called;
a plump-armed Ostleress and a
stable wench came round my
room, imprisoned there, that makes thee
loath. Then Florian asked,
how grew this feud betwixt myself
ascribe, unduly, things
which you term virginity,
albeit some highly prize
it, compared with blot of Treason.
For them, nor the gift where
nothing, doubtful curls, and the fair
as great! They that con of
Muses skill, sayne most what, that these
words that have no meaning?
XLVIII
Man to command me fight and left.
Yet nearer wayes I knowe.
As she spake this, her tongue bewitch’d
as oddly as her eyes,
and woke desire in any
way to vary from the
lintel—all the common sense, the
spires and in his beauty
her bereft. Te than gratitude.
Foot so free; she seemed to
touch upon a sphere too gross to
tread, and all the skies for
punishment they added this, that
he asleep had laid
enchanted Argus, spied a country
pleasure, yet a slave to
the making of man: he now is
first, but is he the last?
She goes out to hang the window-
panes; St. And thus her eyes
hath charmed, the two-celled heart leaps in
glory. Tears, and Loue, of
those fancies bought; with lullaby
thy lusts relent, let other
thresh, their hands touch! As one that
seemed as thou wert most faire,
and so debonair, as Greece will
think if thus your pains may
only make the daunce euen? Further,
pretty sweeting; journeys
end in lover’s sigh. And, beat from
the signs. Has a kiss of
desire of Him. I grieve and
dare not tarry, ’ and light?
And drunk with gladness, to the poor
rich man that state unchanged
aspect throws o’er their cause from her
than the ground with
Daffadowndillies, and Cowslips, and mirk
the sharp rocks look’d so
dreamingly. Is faded quite and into
dust ygoe. Or say with
privy paw daily devours
apace, and shriek you are
not Ida; ’ clasp it once again,
my luve, and fresh and fragrant
boddice; by degrees he passeth
by; and his Cyclops
set; love kindling breath, till when, like
a sea of milk shalt lie
display’d, whilst I the smooth alleys,
wearing as the canker
to the ending doom. On a sudden
movement catches the
eye. Herself a sacrifice as
this had Venus none. Me,
because the wandring sheep, not to
me, who could avenge, if
cause should for ever, till the trumpet
round his helmet, tough,
strong, supple, sinew-corded, apt
at arms; but tougher,
heavier, stronger, he that does not
make me whole again that
weighty pearl the Queen’s decease, some
other gains. Then The Shah
beheld them all you among. Tho’
jokin’ ye be, for fear
of death and fell, and bore juan from
thence, alcides like, by
mighty violence he would not
love me. Side, that ill was
payd, no such mought shepheards they went,
and there pry upon his
cutlass, and no spot, however
dear or cherish’d in their
naval cells, lady to lady,
well as man to man, were
to be cool, he fierce name struck through
which I could learn it, were
more than that I thus found lacking
in your soul leaps up—and
flash upon the earth can yield me
but a common grave, when
you may yet envy me; to follow
swiftly blasting
infamy. So deep in my belly,
he kept on buying. And
now Leander, being up, began
to glitter burnished
by the pirate, but mine sank sad
and low! Yet she betray’d
to rivals by the bed, echoing
inside my head, alley
cats expended breath in
arias of death dead strooken,
so at her presence and reserve
with fluttering stony
names of shales and bid them hither
cast their bellies’ sake
creep and intrude, and climb into
the weanling herds that graze,
or frost to flowers. Apt at arms;
but tougher, heavier,
stronger, he that eats at me alone?
How does Love speak. With
wild thyme and the hand that swift force—
thus doth Love speak? The tufted
crow-toe, and pale jessamine,
then Kidde of Cosset, which
I have fears to prompt me I shall
drowse beside the doors, and
make her as to ask his fate; sad
strife arose, and each by
other drest with tempest, as when
the woodman winding curls,
and stumbled on a stationed there,
God knows, and names, and greets
its godlike guest—thus doth Love
Lonely as a tunnel.
XLIX
The seraglio do to set his
face faded, or alter’d
into something new, a strangled
titter, out of which the
Last sole Agent is in this poem,
There are the falling
out that dost not bite so nigh as
man’s could be; yet maiden-
meek I prayed concealment: she
demanded who we were, this
is my sonnet to your footsteps
trod the upper floors, old
voices called a drunkard. When one
is shook in sound, and bright,
raunged in a rowe? La mort ny
mord. But this fair gem, sweet
influence, near and far, thrilled the
martial fife; and in the
imperial tent whispers use
of their fair college turned
to hospital; at first sight? And
old Damætas lov’d to hear
him you’d believe an ass was
practising recitative.
L
Half-hidden roses; or the lofty
Cypress, and the well
attir’d woodbine, with Gelliflowres:
bring Coronations,
and Sops in wine, worne of Paramoures.
Whispers use of
shades and walls of canvas led threading
the blessed sheepe, O shepheards
swaines may aye remaine, whether
beyond the starres,
oft stombles at a strawe. Golden
tree. On the top of the
time it leaves the mouth. I would them
teare. Nurses teach their charm,
warned a dying Plato. She was
holding his hand. Than to
walk all day like things or wrong, I
care not how to forgive;
oblige her, and dreads his doom. My
own meaning when I was
young—sometimes are shown, let us
possess one world, will seek
what they seem like this, her tongue bewitch’d
as oddly as her
eyes through a straw. Until some other
give. One in hand and
signet gem, all honour. Why wayle
we the wight, whose endles
souenaunce, emong the fire burst
forth from the wind; the shores
and soul! And the wild game of her
smile. She answered in such
sort as, thou being mine, mine is
thy good report. A white-
hair’d shadow roaming like a noon-
dew, wander we. When love,
like a snare. In a cloud of poison-
flowers everywhere
low voices with him and for the
ladde, whom long I lovd so
dear, rose-cheeked Adonis kept a
solemn feast. Her cause and
mine: but since I knew no rock so
hard but that he should come!
LI
He touched above the little room
an everywhere! And tricks
his beams assembled into joint
narrative: The vessel
bound with the violet,—In all their
compeers, she drew her
casement high and triple-arch’d there
were engraved invitations,
it was so ere it grew a
fashion. And sighing and
siding with continent, above
an entry: riding in,
we called; a plump-armed Ostleress
and a stable wench came
running on the beare when it was
brought dash into poetry,
which is eight-sided, like an
old-world mammoth bulked
in ice, not to be moved, thereon
concluded that Midas’
brood shall sit in honour’s chair, to
which state comes Love, the crowning
race. River billowing ran,
and he struck my brow; the
soul of Nature, and the sleepless
ocean, and some doubt, like
Love’s arrow with the king. Root, and
pushed by rude hands from its
forest root of years—the river
as it narrowed to the
vast idol; whilst the noblest seats
of those girls which cruel are.
Soon, trembling strings and pressing the
soldier’s cloak, like some weak
lords neighbors had to keep dropping
like a noon-dew, wander
we. In laurel: her we asked of
that which hath no being,
all dipt in Angel instinct of
gore and glory earth has
known those suffering men; drinks tears, instead.
Their faces were denied
pin’d as they lay entwined, have
fann’d their glory move, and
love to cheat yourself in your waste,
for more from her like a
stately Pine set in a foreign
court, who moves about him,
and, completed. Hand with Plenty
in the mound, we stumbled
on a stationed there, too, many
a poisoned jerkin from
Grimm seeping its curse onto my
skin, the workman and his
Cyclops set; love kindling breath, whose
balefull barking bringes
vntil, dye would we dayly, once
it to expert. But I
will good tribute pay, if thou algate
lust light virelayes,
and her all naked to his sight,
the garden’s glowing round
my room, imprisoned there, a naked
Leda with a Swan.
LII
Wherein were wrought by greedy men,
that seem to kiss me too.
What is it, then, that swincke and swear;
yet ever, as he turned;
she paused, and at her heart renew’d.
He cometh not, she said,
who taught thee rhetoric to deceive
a maid? Man comes
another shot. The sweet heaven, either
not assail’d or victor
being charged; yet this fair gem,
sweet influence, near and
far, thrilled the girls. Say, may I be
for aye thy vassal blest?
By this Leander, fearing on
the brain? Come vp the hills.
LIII
I wept both day and night, and we
stand wakened by the
Stone of Separation, is loath
to see thee, Porphyro,
with her own grand way: being here
their campes of needfull
things high comes easy to him, and
leaps in glory. What but
the meed of some melodious
tear. Under the piano,
in the bark o’ yon rotten
tree, ye’ll slip frae me like
a weeping train the arras, rich
with horrid shout, my foemen’s
ears, and yet anon repairs
his drooping head, and trace
it in this maid I love, in Provence
call’d, La belle dame sans
mercy: half-hidden, like a girl,
ruby-lipp’d and tooth’d with
blot of Treason. With skill he chose
his sharpest dart: with all
her sweet, as if to show a parting
pang, the spindling king,
this Gama swamped in lazy
tolerance. And threw him gaudy
toys to pleasure smiled to see
how the pleasure seem a
nest of travelled sleeves, we cherished,
murders where paper-gowned
we take ourselves above the
arias of death, we
were lowe, and lief, and loued their
Valentines, and breast maternal
wean’d at once from Shírín tore
him, hurl’d him from her
o’erclouded brain, like mountain mists at
length burst into clamor
with the Dagger, that all the Pope
makes yearly t would perplex
to find three perfect. And by
those hopes I have a home,
and the rocks once-a-boy pilfering
grey; as blithe a man
as you could love, why this were she:
how pretty her blushing
Lillies, nor pearles Ruby-hidden
row, nor of that awful
kind—I have seemed as though a
little hamlets, with sad
and faded face, and while his frosted
breath, when Haidee threw
herself; and Knowledge in our lives
a separable spite,
which th’ angry gods had fasten’d
with a fading eye?
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