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Rabbie Burns' River Doon: Water Water Everywhere Challenge #227
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Hi all 👋 Feel free to join in whenever you have a water picture to post (any type of water, in any state, will do). See below for how to join the fun 😁 We’re in Ayr for the next series of WWE, starting with the River Doon. The river runs through Alloway, the birthplace of the renowned Scottish poet Rabbie Burns. It features in his famous poem “Tam o’ Shanter” & is the setting for his…
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Cassillis Castle is located in Ayrshire, Scotland. The five-story castle was built in the 15th century on a high bank overlooking the Doon River. The property sits on 310 acres and has a gate lodge, a garden cottage, a stable block, a walled garden, and a courtyard. The interior boasts seven-bedroom suites, a ballroom, three reception rooms, a library, a secret staircase, a cinema, a state-of-the-art kitchen, six additional bedrooms, a spiral staircase, and a vaulted basement with a dungeon. The castle and lands were granted by charter to the Kennedy family after David Kennedy’s marriage to a local heiress. David Kennedy, the first Earl of Cassillis, took his title in 1502. The Kennedys owned the property until the 21st century. The castle was altered in the 17th century, and the square stair tower was added. In 1830, the 12th Earl of Cassillis added the two-story front and large extensions, which serve as one of the earliest examples of the Scottish Baronial style. The new owner, Australian entrepreneur Kate Armstrong, purchased the property in 2009 and began extensive renovations.
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A Tribute To The Most Beautiful Story Penned Down For Arshi
First of all if you haven't yet read it THEN GO AND READ IT RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WASTING TIME ON I mean yeah okay i understand you have your priorities but please do give it a read okay?
Link of the OG story I am talking about.
I don't know what am i doing coz i am a lil bit confused about how to do what i am going to do. Lol. Please bear with me. It's just i will pin this post to the navigation button and will keep updating this list of things i will write out to pay a tribute to 'my current favorite fanfic of this century'(this current fav ffs list won't change rather fanfics would keep on getting added to this list, fanfics that literally touched my soul and left a mark somewhere there)
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#arshi#arnav and khushi#arnav singh raizada#ipkknd#khushi kumari gupta#iss pyaar ko kya naam doon#arshi fanfic#a river runs through it#it touched my soul#arnav varun#kaveri khushi gupta#unconventionally perfect khushi#perfectly imperfect arnav#equally intriguing side characters#a story without a plot?#idk but the author says so#bro the plot is literally both av's and khushi's beautiful character dev and the journey they travel along with the concept and metaphoruse#the plot is literally that#its so beautiful#i wanted to write some thing for it#to pay a tribute to the author and her story#just like when i read birds of a feather#and lost my mind#so much so that i started my own fic out of it#just to stone it into my memory#lol#enough of ranting now#bye y'all
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Kunghur Hall open and ready for hire
“It’s taken some time to get the hall ready for the community – it’s fantastic to be able to offer it to residents, who can now book the space for regular or one-off events,” Ms Francisco said.
Kunghur community celebrates re-opening of historic hall Kunghur Hall provides a great venue for all types of community functions. Kunghur Hall is now open for community hire. The multi-purpose space, fit with stage, polished flooring and activity room is suitable for private events, regular classes and a range of other activities.To celebrate the opening of the hall for community hire, Council…
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#Community Facility#community hall#Doon Doon#hall hire#Kunghur Hall#kyogle#Midginbil#Murwillumbah#northern rivers#NSW#Tweed hinterland#Tweed Shire#Tweed Shire Council#Venue Hire#venues#wedding venues
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John Price is a snarling beast. Until Nikolai calls his name. cw: werewolf AU, Nikprice. Work In Progress. Snippet of "Like A River".
As Price stepped out of the Hercules, six rifles braced in his direction; Ghost and Soap stepped in front of him instinctively, their hands dropping to their sidearms. “Stand down, lieutenant, sergeant,” a familiar voice called from behind the line of troopers. “We’re takin’ th’ captain intae custody.”
It was unusual for Major Macmillan to leave his office, even if it was his own airfield, but he had made an exception for his former protegé. Ghost tensed, rooted to the spot, as he stared down each of the soldiers before him, and Soap snarled. “Ye cannae do this, cap’s done nothin’ wrong. Ye should have a feckin’ medic doon here, no’--”
“It’s fine,” Price said quietly, lifting his arm from where it draped over Gaz’s shoulder so that he could stand on his own two feet. He walked forward slowly, patting Soap’s shoulder and knocking his knuckles against Ghost’s carrier vest as he stepped by. “Stand down.”
Price glanced over the covered faces of the troopers in front of him before his gaze settled on Macmillan. The Major looked concerned; his face pinched with sadness and regret. “Ye look like shit, John,” Macmillan said, his voice far softer than when he had barked at his two junior officers.
“Strange, ‘cause I feel a million quid,” Price murmured back, offering a wry smirk. He knew he looked bad; unshaven, hair long, bruises and cuts covering his arms, limping and broken. “M not gonna cause you any trouble.”
“Aye, ah know. It's just a precaution, ye understand.” Macmillan nodded to the trooper on his left who pushed his M4 behind his back and pulled the handcuffs from his belt. Price offered his wrists without protest, and lifted his elbows when they wrapped the shock belt around his waist, the cuffs connected to it in a reinforced chain. He recognised it from interrogation training and it stung his pride more than the cuffs.
“Cap, we’ll…” Soap lurched forward, and the troopers got twitchy, but Macmillan stilled them with a raised palm, “...we’ll visit ye, we’ll tell Nik, we’ll get ye oot, aye?”
Price nodded slowly, but he couldn't meet Soap's eyes. “Behave yerself while ‘m gone.”
“You're not goin’ anywhere that we’re not,” Ghost rumbled. “Be seein’ you.”
Price walked with the troopers to the waiting jeep and climbed inside the back with their assistance. Everything hurt. Wherever they were gonna stash him for observation, the poor sod would be spending the first day watching him sleep. Adrenalin and fear had kept him going until now, but resignation and exhaustion were all he had left.
To Price's surprise, Macmillan sat down opposite in the back rather than upfront, a risk given what he knew Price was now, but then he had always been one of the good ones. An officer who led from the front and never left a soldier behind. He reached out to place his hand over the sides of Price's chained fists. “We’ll ge’ this sor’ed, John. Ye have my word.”
Price wished he could believe him.
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IPKKND S:1 EP-6
I swear to God! There's some supernatural power at play that keeps me from being consistent with anything in my life.
Why is it that everytime I try to be productive, life springs me ten miles backwards.
But No Worries, We are back on track to watch the sixth episode of Iss pyaar ko kya naam doon.
"Hum jaa rahe hai" She is so cute.
Oh my god! Bua ji is tagging along. I must have missed that in the last episode. This is just as bad as it sounds.
"Bina dil ki dilli, Maachis ki tilli" Ayo! I live in Delhi. But I also kinda do lack a heart at times. So maybe that's true.
But does the tailer dude has to rhyme, 'cause maachis ki tilli' doesn't add anything to this.
Yes boy! stand up for us delhites.
"Un gundo ko aapse bachaya tha"Oh he is so sweet.
"Pehle hi darshan ho gaye... devi maiyaa ke." I like him.
Take your chance, boy. Let her know that you two are going to be sharing the city.
This is unnecessarily emotional.
That traffic ain't nothing, girl. You should see it now.
I don't like Bua ji but she is right! That's how you gotta cross the road here.
But take them with you, why would you leave them behind! The Bua keeps getting worse.
They just sat in a rikshaw without telling him their destination OR negotiating the price. Is an auto supposed to be a new concept?
"Humare auto me to teen ka hi permit hai, mata ji!" Even the rikshaw waala is roasting her.
Ughh, Stop staring at women and focus on the road. I hate how this is being shown in a playful light because this is so common it's not even taken seriously anymore.
So they are going to Laxmi nagar, close to my home just that it was 12 years ago.
Lovely! Throw some more bags at him.
Lol! He just flew Bua ji with him.
No way! She just had a whole fucking moment with that man.
And she has the audacity to accuse Khushi of being immodest.
Does she know him? Probably not.
Why does she have a home here?
"Kaam se dosti aur khud se dushmani" What a fucking line to define workaholics.
My girl is literally fucking with a plug switch to turn on the fan. Don't be that dumb Khushi.
I relate to clumsy Khushi though.
Wow! That really triggered Bua Ji. Accept it Bua ji you were thirsting after that man.
"Uske sage baap ka call hai" Why is she so despicable?
Are we always going to have sulky mother. Will she ever come around?
'Pardes'? She just went to another city. Everyone is so overdramatic.
But if I was stuck with Bua ji, I would be crying rivers as well.
or just straight up...
The spider webs? how long has it been? Was it left unattended for 20 years or so.
The bed looks okay though. I would just go to sleep without cleaning anything.
Where did they get these golden stars hangings from? did they visit Arnav's ad shoot as well.
Yess! Die bitch, Die on dust and pollution. That would make me soo happy.
She's got asthma, God is fair.
Lol! She just dropped dead on the bed. Way to go!
My girl stole a scooter, she's already a thief. God knows! what would Delhi make of her?
Hard luck Arnav, wo ladki tumhe chhod ke nahi jaane waali.
Noo! Why is she fine? I want her to be gone!
Stop driving in the opposite direction. That's not a new rule either.
And she banged up his car! Nice! He is totally gonna ask her to pay for it or something.
A little bit of "Aap", a little bit of "Tum" that's all we want.
To the next episode we go!!!
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Nice of the train to slow doon a wee bit to get this pic of The River Orchy, as we pull out of Dalmally
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May mga tag-araw na katulad nito: may mga inilalakong ibon At ang harmoniya ng kanilang pagkakabilanggo’y nakakakuyom Ng puso at nakakapukaw ng mingaw. Doon ito sa may simbahan. Nauunawaan ko na ngayon ang Mesiyas nang binaklas niya Ang bawat hawla at isinubo sa kalawakan ang mga binagwisang Hinagpis. Nagsasalimbayang alkemiya ng mga kulay ang natatanaw Tulad ng biglaang paglipad ng napigtal na banderitas ng nakaraang Pista, napadapo sa kandong ng mga yero. Ito na ang parang at gubat Sa kanila. Nakakalansi ang bawat butil sa ating palad tila maamong Labangan ang naghahain. Minsan, noong nakaraang digma, tinuruan Ang mga kalapating magpiloto ng bomba. May kapalit na makakain Sa tamang pagtuka sa itinutudla sa mapa. Higit sa mga mandaragit Sila hinuhubog. Natigil ang proyekto nang nakilala ng kanilang tuka Ang mga kandado. Lumiliwayway sa panginoorin ang maiindayog Na pagkaway samantalang naiiwang nakabitin sa buntong-hininga Ang kanilang mga amo. Kailangang lumayo ng mamang naglalako. Kakalampag sa pagaspas ng mga pakpak ang mga kulungang kawayan. Sansaglit, tila naroroon sila sa ilog, umaawit ng kanilang iniibig na himig.
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There are summers such as this: birds being sold and the harmony Of their captivity clenches a heart and stirs up a loneliness. There beside the church. Now I understand the Messiah when he forced Open every cage and fed the expanse feathered laments. The gliding alchemy of the colors can be seen like the sudden Flight of ripped banderitas from the last Fiesta, alighting on the lap Of galvanized roofs. These are their fields and forests. Every grain in our palm, Serving like an unassuming trough, deceives. Sometime during the last war, Pigeons were trained to pilot bombs. Food was exchanged For every right peck targeted on the map. They were trained to surpass birds of prey. The project ended when their beaks met the locks. Their billowing waves Dawn in the horizon while their keepers were left suspended In their sighs. The merchants needed to flee. The bamboo cages clang from their flapping wings. For a moment, They seem to be in the river, singing the melodies they love.
Enrique S. Villasis, "Birdman, 1973" tr from Tagalog by Bernard Capinpin (Published in Exchanges: Journal of Literary Translation, Iterarions, Fall 2019)
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Some more Good Omens meta.
The surgeon, Dalrymple. His name was big in Ayrshire, Scotland.
Ayrshire, Scotland was also the home of Scotland's Greatest Of All Time poet, Robert Burns.
One of Robert Burns most famous poems / songs, is "Auld Lang Syne," or "Old Time's Sake."
Another of his poems, is Tam O'Shanter. About a man who goes out drinking with his buddy, a souter (shoemaker). On the ride home (on his horse, Meg or Maggie), Tam sees demons & witches dancing. He calls out to them, and they begin to chase him.
Tam's only hope of escape, is to cross running water, because they cannot follow.
Just in the nick of time, Tam and horse reach the bridge.
And it's not just any bridge.
It's the bridge over the river Doon. The Brig O' Doon.
"Go to the bookshop. You'll be safe there."
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Rabbie Burns' River Doon: Water Water Everywhere Challenge #226
Robert Burns' River Doon: Water Water Everywhere Challenge #226
Hi all 👋 Feel free to join in whenever you have a water picture to post (any type of water, in any state, will do). See below for how to join the fun 😁 We’re in Ayr for the next series of WWE, starting with the River Doon. The river runs through Alloway, the birthplace of the renowned Scottish poet Rabbie Burns. It features in his famous poem “Tam o’ Shanter” & is the setting for his…
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Day Fifty-seven
The rains yesterday evening managed to carry on solidly through the night and well into the morning today, so rather than get everything soaked I had a chill start to the day waiting them out, allowing me to finally get up and underway a little before noon. No need to rush!
Along the trail over the now swollen River Garnock, it's a gentle ride into Irvine through some pretty memorial gardens and around the local golf course, before rolling down past the harbour to take in the beach view at the end of the River Irvine.
With ideal timing, the sun emerges as I take in the view here. Should hopefully be a good day!
Following NCN Route 7, it's more very welcome off-traffic riding as the trail dollows through some lovely gardens and woodlands, before swinging back down to the shore at Troon.
A bite to eat is had at Barassie Beach, then the ride continues around the harbour and continuing south.
The cycle path runs alongside the A79 for a stretch past Prestwick Airport, before heading down through the town itself.
I spy Ayrshire Cycle Services on the ride through, and having had my bike's bell damaged at some point in the Highlands I take the opportunity to stop off for a replacement and to top up my tyre pressure.
I'm not sure exactly when the bell actually broke, but as it's been all road riding for weeks it hasn't been needed or noticed. Now I'm back in the land of dual-use cycle and pedestrian paths, it's an invaluable piece of equipment and I'm glad to have it back to save me having to constantly slow down and ask people to excuse me!
On from Prestwick, it's along some juddering coastal paths into Ayr, where I have another stop to get some more gas for my stove.
Back on the bike, it's down to the beach for a lovely long flat ride along the promenade, with some great views over the water.
The clouds are starting to gather a little by now, but they don't look too horrible for now, and a cooler day makes for easier work.
Which is necessary, as a little further after crossing the River Doon I come to the end of this great section of cycle paths and it's time to hit the A719 to continue up and over the cliffs further round the coastline.
The climbs up aren't too much fun with the busy traffic, but after a couple of days of easy riding and with gentler gradients, the legs are in good shape to slog up and over them.
As the road climbs higher it does at least being some beautiful views across the Firth of Clyde and I can see the end of the Kintyre Peninsula across the water. This is far easier work than being back there!
Continuing on up to Dunure, the air has turned misty with moisture but can't quite bring itself to rain down properly. With it hitting rush hour, I don't relish the thought of the road being even busier, so take a bit of shelter to have a good spot of dinner to wait out the worst of it.
By 6pm, the road has quietened significantly, so it's off once more, around the corner with a lovely view of the woodland hills ahead and Culzean Castle overlooking the coast.
There's some more hills to climb up as the road passes through the castle estate with its plentiful trees, and some bone-juddering road surfaces on the next downhill announce the arrival into Maidens.
With it starting to hit 7pm I'm feeling it's time to find a spot for the night, so uphill out from Maidens and a little further down the road is a turnoff to quickly stop by at see Turnberry Lighthouse, before a little backtracking allows finding a lil patch of trees off the golf course to pitch up and have a nice lie down.
After a few very soggy nights, I'm hoping the rains will relent tonight to allow the tent to finally get a little dried out, but we'll see what happens!
TTFN!
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Tam O'Shanter by Robert Burns (read by James Cosmo)
When chapmen billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors meet, As market days are wearing late, An' folk begin to tak the gate; While we sit bousing at the nappy, And getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Where sits our sulky sullen dame. Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses For honest men and bonie lasses.)
O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise, As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober; That ilka melder, wi' the miller, Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; That every naig was ca'd a shoe on, The smith and thee gat roaring fou on; That at the Lord's house, even on Sunday, Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk.
Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, To think how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthen'd, sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises!
But to our tale:-- Ae market-night, Tam had got planted unco right; Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- They had been fou for weeks thegither! The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, wi' favours secret,sweet and precious The Souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle.
Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel' amang the nappy! As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious. O'er a' the ills o' life victorious!
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white--then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm.-- Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.
The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling showers rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd: That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand.
Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg-- A better never lifted leg-- Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire; Despisin' wind and rain and fire. Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet; Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; Whiles glowring round wi' prudent cares, Lest bogles catch him unawares: Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.
By this time he was cross the ford, Whare, in the snaw, the chapman smoor'd; And past the birks and meikle stane, Whare drunken Chairlie brak 's neck-bane; And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel'.-- Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze; Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippeny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!-- The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle. But Maggie stood, right sair astonish'd, Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd, She ventured forward on the light; And, vow! Tam saw an unco sight
Warlocks and witches in a dance; Nae cotillion brent-new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He scre'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a' did dirl.-- Coffins stood round, like open presses, That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; And by some develish cantraip slight, Each in its cauld hand held a light.-- By which heroic Tam was able To note upon the haly table, A murders's banes in gibbet-airns; Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns; A thief, new-cutted frae a rape, Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; Five tomahawks, wi blude red-rusted; Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted; A garter, which a babe had strangled; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The gray hairs yet stack to the heft; Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which even to name was be unlawfu'. Three lawyers' tongues, turn'd inside out, Wi' lies seam'd like a beggar's clout; Three priests' hearts, rotten, black as muck, Lay stinking, vile in every neuk.
As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious; The piper loud and louder blew; The dancers quick and quicker flew; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark!
Now Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens, Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linnen! Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair, I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies, For ae blink o' the bonie burdies!
But wither'd beldams, auld and droll, Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal, Louping and flinging on a crummock, I wonder did na turn thy stomach!
But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie: There was ae winsome wench and waulie, That night enlisted in the core, Lang after ken'd on Carrick shore; (For mony a beast to dead she shot, And perish'd mony a bonie boat, And shook baith meikle corn and bear, And kept the country-side in fear.) Her cutty-sark, o' Paisley harn That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie,- Ah! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, That sark she coft for her wee Nannie, Wi' twa pund Scots, ('twas a' her riches), Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches!
But here my Muse her wing maun cour; Sic flights are far beyond her pow'r; To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main; Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" And in an instant all was dark: And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied.
As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop! she starts before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; So Maggie runs, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch skriech and hollo.
Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin'! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin'! In vain thy Kate awaits thy commin'! Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, And win the key-stane o' the brig; There at them thou thy tail may toss, A running stream they dare na cross. But ere the key-stane she could make, The fient a tail she had to shake! For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie prest, And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; But little wist she Maggie's mettle - Ae spring brought off her master hale, But left behind her ain gray tail; The carlin claught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.
No, wha this tale o' truth shall read, Ilk man and mother's son take heed; Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd, Or cutty-sarks run in your mind, Think! ye may buy joys o'er dear - Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare.
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Tam o' Shanter (Translation)
When the peddler people leave the streets, And thirsty neighbours, neighbours meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin to take the road home, While we sit boozing strong ale, And getting drunk and very happy, We don’t think of the long Scots miles, The marshes, waters, steps and stiles, That lie between us and our home, Where sits our sulky, sullen dame (wife), Gathering her brows like a gathering storm, Nursing her wrath, to keep it warm.
This truth finds honest Tam o' Shanter, As he from Ayr one night did canter; Old Ayr, which never a town surpasses, For honest men and bonny lasses.
Oh Tam, had you but been so wise, As to have taken your own wife Kate’s advice! She told you well you were a waster, A rambling, blustering, drunken boaster, That from November until October, Each market day you were not sober; During each milling period with the miller, You sat as long as you had money, For every horse he put a shoe on, The blacksmith and you got roaring drunk on; That at the Lords House, even on Sunday, You drank with Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied, that, late or soon, You would be found deep drowned in Doon, Or caught by warlocks in the murk, By Alloway’s old haunted church.
Ah, gentle ladies, it makes me cry, To think how many counsels sweet, How much long and wise advice The husband from the wife despises!
But to our tale :- One market night, Tam was seated just right, Next to a fireplace, blazing finely, With creamy ales, that drank divinely; And at his elbow, Cobbler Johnny, His ancient, trusted, thirsty crony; Tom loved him like a very brother, They had been drunk for weeks together. The night drove on with songs and clatter, And every ale was tasting better; The landlady and Tam grew gracious, With secret favours, sweet and precious; The cobbler told his queerest stories; The landlord’s laugh was ready chorus: Outside, the storm might roar and rustle, Tam did not mind the storm a whistle.
Care, mad to see a man so happy, Even drowned himself in ale. As bees fly home with loads of treasure, The minutes winged their way with pleasure: Kings may be blessed, but Tam was glorious, Over all the ills of life victorious.
But pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow fall on the river, A moment white - then melts forever, Or like the Aurora Borealis rays, That move before you can point to their place; Or like the rainbow’s lovely form, Vanishing amid the storm. No man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches Tom must ride: That hour, of night’s black arch - the key-stone, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in And such a night he takes to the road in As never a poor sinner had been out in.
The wind blew as if it had blown its last; The rattling showers rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed, Loud, deep and long the thunder bellowed: That night, a child might understand, The Devil had business on his hand.
Well mounted on his grey mare, Meg. A better never lifted leg, Tom, raced on through mud and mire, Despising wind and rain and fire; Whilst holding fast his good blue bonnet, While crooning over some old Scots sonnet, Whilst glowering round with prudent care, Lest ghosts catch him unaware: Alloway’s Church was drawing near, Where ghosts and owls nightly cry.
By this time he was across the ford, Where in the snow the pedlar got smothered; And past the birch trees and the huge stone, Where drunken Charlie broke his neck bone; And through the thorns, and past the monument, Where hunters found the murdered child; And near the thorn, above the well, Where Mungo’s mother hanged herself. Before him the river Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars throught the woods; The lightnings flashes from pole to pole; Nearer and more near the thunder rolls; When, glimmering through the groaning trees, Alloway’s Church seemed in a blaze, Through every gap , light beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn! (whisky) What dangers you can make us scorn! With ale, we fear no evil; With whisky, we’ll face the Devil! The ales so swam in Tam’s head, Fair play, he didn’t care a farthing for devils. But Maggie stood, right sore astonished, Till, by the heel and hand admonished, She ventured forward on the light; And, vow! Tom saw an incredible sight!
Warlocks and witches in a dance: No cotillion, brand new from France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. In a window alcove in the east, There sat Old Nick, in shape of beast; A shaggy dog, black, grim, and large, To give them music was his charge: He screwed the pipes and made them squeal, Till roof and rafters all did ring. Coffins stood round, like open presses, That showed the dead in their last dresses; And, by some devilish magic sleight, Each in its cold hand held a light: By which heroic Tom was able To note upon the holy table, A murderer’s bones, in gibbet-irons; Two span-long, small, unchristened babies; A thief just cut from his hanging rope - With his last gasp his mouth did gape; Five tomahawks with blood red-rusted; Five scimitars with murder crusted; A garter with which a baby had strangled; A knife a father’s throat had mangled - Whom his own son of life bereft - The grey-hairs yet stack to the shaft; With more o' horrible and awful, Which even to name would be unlawful. Three Lawyers’ tongues, turned inside out, Sown with lies like a beggar’s cloth - Three Priests’ hearts, rotten, black as muck Lay stinking, vile, in every nook.
As Thomas glowered, amazed, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious; The piper loud and louder blew, The dancers quick and quicker flew, They reeled, they set, they crossed, they linked, Till every witch sweated and smelled, And cast her ragged clothes to the floor, And danced deftly at it in her underskirts!
Now Tam, O Tam! had these been young girls, All plump and strapping in their teens! Their underskirts, instead of greasy flannel, Been snow-white seventeen hundred linen! - The trousers of mine, my only pair, That once were plush, of good blue hair, I would have given them off my buttocks For one blink of those pretty girls !
But withered hags, old and droll, Ugly enough to suckle a foal, Leaping and flinging on a stick, Its a wonder it didn’t turn your stomach!
But Tam knew what was what well enough: There was one winsome, jolly wench, That night enlisted in the core, Long after known on Carrick shore (For many a beast to dead she shot, And perished many a bonnie boat, And shook both much corn and barley, And kept the country-side in fear.) Her short underskirt, o’ Paisley cloth, That while a young lass she had worn, In longitude though very limited, It was her best, and she was proud. . . Ah! little knew your reverend grandmother, That underskirt she bought for her little grandaughter, With two Scots pounds (it was all her riches), Would ever graced a dance of witches!
But here my tale must stoop and bow, Such words are far beyond her power; To sing how Nannie leaped and kicked (A supple youth she was, and strong); And how Tom stood like one bewitched, And thought his very eyes enriched; Even Satan glowered, and fidgeted full of lust, And jerked and blew with might and main; Till first one caper, then another, Tom lost his reason all together, And roars out: ‘ Well done, short skirt! ’ And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied.
As bees buzz out with angry wrath, When plundering herds assail their hive; As a wild hare’s mortal foes, When, pop! she starts running before their nose; As eager runs the market-crowd, When ‘ Catch the thief! ’ resounds aloud: So Maggie runs, the witches follow, With many an unearthly scream and holler.
Ah, Tom! Ah, Tom! You will get what's coming! In hell they will roast you like a herring! In vain your Kate awaits your coming ! Kate soon will be a woeful woman! Now, do your speedy utmost, Meg, And beat them to the key-stone of the bridge; There, you may toss your tale at them, A running stream they dare not cross! But before the key-stone she could make, She had to shake a tail at the fiend; For Nannie, far before the rest, Hard upon noble Maggie pressed, And flew at Tam with furious aim; But little knew she Maggie’s mettle! One spring brought off her master whole, But left behind her own grey tail: The witch caught her by the rump, And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.
Now, who this tale of truth shall read, Each man, and mother’s son, take heed: Whenever to drink you are inclined, Or short skirts run in your mind, Think! you may buy joys over dear: Remember Tam o’ Shanter’s mare.
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Uttarakhand Tour: Experience Nature, Adventure, and Tranquility
Nestled in the northern part of India, Uttarakhand is a land blessed with breathtaking landscapes, tranquil valleys, majestic mountains, and a rich cultural heritage. Known as the Land of Gods, this picturesque state offers a unique blend of nature, spirituality, and adventure, making it one of the most sought-after tourist destinations in India. Whether you are looking to unwind in serene surroundings, explore the Himalayas, or indulge in thrilling outdoor activities, an Uttarakhand tour promises an unforgettable experience.
In this article, we’ll explore the top destinations, experiences, and reasons why Uttarakhand should be on your travel bucket list.
Why Choose Uttarakhand for Your Next Holiday?
Uttarakhand is a perfect mix of serene beauty, adventure, and spirituality. Here's why it should be your next holiday destination:
Majestic Himalayas: Uttarakhand is home to several peaks of the mighty Himalayas, including some of the tallest mountains in the world. Whether you’re trekking, camping, or simply gazing at the snow-capped mountains, the Himalayas offer a scenic and tranquil backdrop.
Spiritual Haven: The state is known for its deep spiritual connection, with sacred places like Haridwar, Rishikesh, and Badrinath being visited by millions of devotees each year.
Adventure Paradise: Uttarakhand is the ultimate destination for adventure lovers. From trekking, rafting, and paragliding to skiing and camping, there’s something for everyone.
Rich Flora and Fauna: The state is blessed with an abundant variety of flora and fauna, making it a haven for nature lovers and wildlife enthusiasts.
Picturesque Hill Stations: Hill stations like Nainital, Mussoorie, and Almora offer a perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of city life, providing cool weather, scenic lakes, and colonial charm.
Best Places to Visit in Uttarakhand
1. Rishikesh – The Yoga Capital of the World
Rishikesh, located on the banks of the Ganges River, is one of the most famous spiritual hubs in the world. It draws visitors from across the globe for its yoga retreats, meditation centers, and ancient temples. The Triveni Ghat is the focal point for the famous evening Ganga Aarti, an enchanting ceremony that takes place on the riverbank. Additionally, Rishikesh offers adventure enthusiasts an opportunity to experience white-water rafting, trekking, and camping in the surrounding mountains.
Things to Do in Rishikesh:
Yoga and meditation retreats
River rafting on the Ganges
Visit the iconic Laxman Jhula and Ram Jhula
Explore the Neelkanth Mahadev Temple
Trek to Kunjapuri Temple
2. Haridwar – Gateway to the Char Dham
Haridwar is one of the holiest cities for Hindus and a place where the sacred Ganges River enters the plains. It is a popular pilgrimage destination, known for its temples, ghats, and the Har Ki Pauri ghat, where the famous evening Ganga Aarti is held. Haridwar is also a starting point for the Char Dham Yatra, which includes visits to the sacred shrines of Yamunotri, Gangotri, Kedarnath, and Badrinath.
Things to Do in Haridwar:
Attend the Ganga Aarti at Har Ki Pauri
Visit the Mansa Devi Temple
Explore the Chandi Devi Temple
Take a holy dip in the Ganges
3. Nainital – The Lake District of India
Nainital is one of the most popular hill stations in Uttarakhand, famous for its stunning lake, lush green surroundings, and pleasant weather. The Naini Lake, shaped like an eye, is the heart of the town and offers boating and scenic views. Nainital is also home to several colonial-era buildings, temples, and viewpoints.
Things to Do in Nainital:
Boating at Naini Lake
Visit Naina Devi Temple
Explore Tiffin Top and Snow View Point
Trek to Lands End
Visit The Mall Road for shopping
4. Mussoorie – The Queen of the Hills
Mussoorie, situated on the foothills of the Himalayas, is a charming hill station known for its pleasant climate and panoramic views of the Doon Valley and the Himalayas. The famous Kempty Falls, Gun Hill, and Camel’s Back Road are major attractions in the town. It’s a perfect place to relax and enjoy nature’s beauty.
Things to Do in Mussoorie:
Enjoy the view from Gun Hill
Visit the Kempty Falls
Explore Camel’s Back Road for a nature walk
Visit Company Garden for a peaceful retreat
5. Auli – A Skiing Destination
If you're an adventure enthusiast, Auli is the place to be. Known for its skiing slopes, Auli is often referred to as the “Switzerland of India.” It offers breathtaking views of the Nanda Devi and Trishul peaks. The best time to visit Auli is during the winter months when snow covers the slopes, creating perfect conditions for skiing and snowboarding.
Things to Do in Auli:
Skiing and snowboarding
Visit Auli Artificial Lake
Trek to Gurso Bugyal
Enjoy panoramic views of the Himalayas
6. Jim Corbett National Park – A Wildlife Lover’s Paradise
For wildlife enthusiasts, Jim Corbett National Park, located in the foothills of the Himalayas, offers an unparalleled safari experience. Known for being India’s first national park, it is home to the majestic Bengal tiger, along with a variety of other wildlife, including elephants, leopards, and several bird species.
Things to Do in Jim Corbett:
Go on a jeep safari
Visit the Corbett Museum
Take a nature walk through the park
Birdwatching at Sitabani Forest Reserve
7. Badrinath – The Spiritual Sanctuary
One of the most revered pilgrimage sites in India, Badrinath is one of the Char Dham destinations. Located at an altitude of 3,133 meters, it is dedicated to Lord Vishnu. The temple’s scenic surroundings, combined with its spiritual significance, make it a must-visit destination for spiritual seekers.
Things to Do in Badrinath:
Visit the Badrinath Temple
Take a dip in the Tapt Kund hot spring
Explore Mana Village, the last village on the Indian side near the China border
Adventure Activities in Uttarakhand
Uttarakhand isn’t just about spirituality and natural beauty it’s also an adventure enthusiast’s paradise. Some of the most popular adventure activities in Uttarakhand include:
1. Trekking
Uttarakhand boasts some of the most scenic and challenging trekking routes in India. Popular treks include:
Valley of Flowers Trek
Har Ki Dun Trek
Nanda Devi Base Camp Trek
Roopkund Trek (the mystery lake trek)
2. Rafting
The Ganges River offers the best white-water rafting experience in Rishikesh, with rapids ranging from easy to difficult, making it suitable for beginners as well as seasoned rafters.
3. Camping
Whether you’re camping by a serene lake or in the midst of the dense forests, Uttarakhand offers several spots for outdoor camping. Popular locations include Rishikesh, Auli, and the Nainital region.
4. Skiing
Auli is known for its perfect skiing slopes, attracting winter sports enthusiasts during the snow season. Skiing in Auli is an experience that combines adventure and picturesque views of the surrounding Himalayan peaks.
Conclusion: Why an Uttarakhand Tour Should Be On Your Bucket List
Uttarakhand, with its awe-inspiring landscapes, rich spiritual heritage, and adventure-filled activities, offers something for everyone. Whether you are seeking peace and solitude, embarking on a spiritual journey, or looking for an adrenaline-packed adventure, an Uttarakhand tour provides a diverse and enriching experience. From the sacred temples of Haridwar and Rishikesh to the adventure-filled peaks of Auli and the wildlife of Jim Corbett, Uttarakhand is a treasure trove of experiences.
To make the most of your trip and ensure you don’t miss any hidden gems, consider booking your tour with a popular travel agency. Their expertise and local insights will help you create the perfect itinerary, blending spirituality, nature, and adventure into an unforgettable journey. With its perfect blend of spirituality, natural beauty, and adventure, Uttarakhand promises memories that will last a lifetime.
Start planning your next trip to Uttarakhand and immerse yourself in nature, culture, and adventure like never before!
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I’ll sing of a river I’m happy beside
The song that I sing is a song of the Clyde
Of all Scottish rivers, it’s dearest to me
It flows from Leadhills all the way to the sea
KENNETH MCKELLAR, The Song of the Clyde
SCOTLAND HAS SOME mesmerising scenery, most famously in the Highlands and Islands: panoramas that move something inside you. It’s a feather in the cap of the Firth of Clyde, therefore, that in 2022 Glasgow to Largs was the only Scottish route to feature in the UK’s top 10 most scenic bus journeys, as voted by SunLife customers. The ‘Clyde Flyer’ came third in Britain. It runs regularly through Greenock, Gourock and Wemyss Bay en route to Largs.
The views you enjoy to the north and the west, to Arran, the Cumbraes, the Cowal peninsula and the Kyles of Bute, are indeed phenomenal – alpine in grandeur. The Gazetteer of Scotland (1847) declared: ‘No parish in the west of Scotland, and few in the Highlands, can surpass Largs in the beauty and romance of the landscape which stretches along its own area, or is hung out within view of both its uplands and its plains.’
In his 2013 guidebook, Gourock to Largs Coast Through Time, Bill Clark writes: ‘…the distance from Gourock’s eastern boundary at Cardwell Bay to the ‘Pencil’ memorial just south of Largs, is a mere 16 miles. The road that tracks the land’s edge between these two points, however, allows the traveller to experience one of the finest scenic journeys in the land.’ (The Pencil monument was erected in 1912 to commemorate the Battle of Largs in 1263, in which Scotland repelled a Viking invasion.).
These sublime views, of course, are what discerning daytrippers have always seen as they sail ‘doon the watter’, that age-old practice of travelling to Rothesay, Dunoon, Millport, Largs, Girvan, Saltcoats and other coastal resorts during Glasgow Fair holidays. Following the coronavirus pandemic, marketeers have americanised such trips around the Clyde coast as ‘staycations’.
Largs once hosted a huge annual horse and cattle sale to celebrate St Colm; and it attracted thousands of farmers and crofters from all over Scotland. There was no pier, only a jetty for landing passengers. The beasts were thrown overboard to sink or swim ashore. Travel writer John Lettice observed that the fair continued for several days. The vast concourse of people, who flocked there on foot, on horseback, in carriages, and in boats, almost covered the plain next to the sea:
‘All was movement, animation, clamour and din; and to have regarded this motley, and tumultuous scene in undisturbed quiet, from some of the neighbouring heights, must have been highly gratifying to a curious, or contemplative mind.’
As campsites were few and far between in the Largs area we pitched tent next to a busy flyover, near the shore and next to a couple of campervans from which Bon Jovi competed with The Carpenters into the small hours. In the morning a woman out walking her two Snautzers apologised for waking us up but we were already up with the larks. We were unable to use the toilets at the yachting club 50 yards off as a special code was required to access them and their undoubtedly hot showers.
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The coast at this place, as it is with a few exceptions along the whole course of the Frith, is bounded at a short distance back from the shore with a range of hills, sometimes rising in gentle slopes, and at other times in abrupt rocky precipices, from which is to be had a continued succession of beautiful and varied views.
JOHN LEIGHTON, Select Views on the River Clyde (1830)
THE CLYDE Flier bus takes us past sheer sandstone rocks, honed and honeycombed on their well-wooded heights, out of whose crevices gnarled trees thrive. On the other side are the fairytale landscapes of the firth. We alight from the bus for the boat to Bute in an architectural theme park. With its Georgian-style timber frontage, its Chinese pagodas, and turrets; its Queen-Anne-style Italianate clock tower, and its soothing curved design, Wemyss Bay railway station is a glorious A-listed building. It has a pleasing feel, thanks to a group of volunteers who rescued it from dereliction. Now a vibrant place with a colourful community garden, book shop, museum, and multiple hanging baskets, this miracle of glass and metal architecture and engineering won the World Cup of Stations cup in 2023. It is a masterpiece from the golden age of rail, with a rare curving walkway that takes you down along a winding wood and glass ‘tunnel’ to the old steamboat terminal.
You get the notion that Wemyss Bay folk are rightly very proud of their station, but there are several other architectural wonders in the area that have not been so lucky. Beneath one of the picturesque precipices stood Ferncliff, a splendid villa built in 1851 that, along with the similar homes of very wealthy businessmen, earned Wemyss Bay the nickname New Glasgow. It was the home of the Danish consul in the 1870s and, in its heyday, was called Seaside Heights. It became the Rothmar Hotel in 1924; a convalescent home for miners in the 1940s; and a ‘Christian guest house and conference centre’, a Baptist church and then an evangelical centre from the 1970s until the 1990s. One of its rooms was known as ‘The Prime Minister’s Room’ after Clement Attlee stayed there. It was demolished in 2001 to make way for flats.
Kelly House was another country house not far from the station. Enriched by the slave trade in the West Indies, John Wallace, a distant relative of William Wallace, bought the ‘Kelly Estate’ in 1792, and built a gothic mansion with tall chimneys, ornate turrets and sprawling landscaped gardens. An earlier building, Kelly Castle, had burned to the ground in 1740.
Wallace’s son and heir, Robert, who became MP for Greenock, had ambitious plans for a marine village containing 200 luxury villas; a hotel, a school; three churches, terraced walks with a fountain and grass promenade; a harbour and quay for steamboats; a curling pond, a bowling green; heated baths, and a reading room and billiards room. However, he went bankrupt after slavery was abolished. In 1871 the estate came into the hands of James Young, the inventor of paraffin. Young was a friend of David Livingstone, the explorer, and he built a replica of his African mud hut in the grounds. It is long gone.
The house, revamped in the 1880s after Young’s death, was destroyed by arson in 1913 and the site was cleared during the war, when the Forces moved to the area to train for the invasion of Sicily. There is speculation the fire was the work of suffragettes unhappy with the house’s association with the slave trade, but no culprit was ever charged. It is now the site of a caravan park.
Castle Wemyss was the village’s pride and joy, a fascinating place with rare sea views, built by developer Charles Wilsone Broun in 1850. He also built 32 villas nearby, only one of which (Mansfield) remains.
The Cunard tycoon, Sir John Burns, later Baron Inverclyde, bought Castle Wemyss in 1860. It had a badminton court, a pier, greenhouses, Roman baths, and a monk’s cell. It was of great historical value as a fashionable destination for V.I.P.s, among them Henry Morton Stanley, U.S. General Sherman, Lord Shaftesbury, Anthony Trollope, Peter II of Yugoslavia, Emperor Haile Selassie, and various members of the royal family.
Trollope wrote some of his novel Barchester Towers during one of his stays, and it inspired him to write of Portray Castle in his book The Eustace Diamonds.
The fourth and last baron was renowned for his parties, some of which according to local gossip, included midnight ‘skinny dipping’. He was briefly married to a daughter of the millionaire owner of the Sainsbury chain. Alas, however, wealth would appear to be transitory. He died in 1957, childless; and his heirs couldn’t afford to maintain the estate. His title came to an end. The estate went to a developer, and Inverkip Power Station was built on part of the grounds. The castle itself crumbled, and the roof was ripped off to avoid housing rates. It was bulldozed in 1984, and a housing estate was built on the site. A flight of steps and a flagpole are all that remains of a priceless and elegant mansion, and gardens likened (in a biography of George Burns) to the Babylonian gardens of Nebuchadnezzar. The powers that were even removed an age-old monkey puzzle tree that stood at the entrance to the drive (‘for safety reasons’).
I had a look in Wemyss Bay station bookshop for anything by a writer who spent her last years in nearby Skelmorlie, and who set almost half of her many children’s books along the Clyde coast. Dorita Fairlie Bruce’s work was incredibly popular from the 1920s to the 1940s. In her Springdale series she renamed Ayrshire, Brigshire, and called Largs, Redchurch.
I pick up a copy of The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists instead, bringing my tally to four of them; I have a peculiar habit of giving them away.
I walk around the station waiting for the next boat and come across the bronze statue of a boy. There’s a far-fetched story that Wemyss Bay was named after an 18th-century boatman called Bobby Wemyss. It seems unlikely but it didn’t stop marketing folk calling the statue Bobby. It stands in the station for the world to see – without the mask that was placed on its face during COVID.
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And the day would your light
A ballad sequence
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The wanton, like all the pavement or dreadful darknesse is care. Another linger’d such lust, and purple riot:
thereto applaud and all thou makes me and this waxed old, last Blazon of what long as you lov’d. Oh, that flowres a tweene
to come, the soone, and tempests can moue, the planet point overtake thy heart-strings, be lyke apples: for that right! Of Wisdom
cut and free from my Clay to raise. But cruell warre now I all the field, toss’d down for think it had not to settle prods,
then he best from the goodly well know: margaret, hist! A fountains; long sea-wave as he grow base: and fly to the grows storm.
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I could descry what the window, Sweet! Would swear beauty doe his form a synonym for Truth— Cease the hair. Now raving-
wild, I curse to sustayne vie to die and Shah summon’d himself; by which he of trifling? Chuse rather kill me, that would
miss in leave me to my beloved, drowns and the blesse Heart, and bunches of your towne before here it well the dead my
leap it be. Some ask’d me wend my way found out again are heauens, that is She but shades, cloud, now she let herself, for some
other lips that tend it embaulmed were spirit worlds most evident. Has sweets alang: in ever dwell it grew forming
at they may looked up at her sleep, and free nor treasure it cannot, with to give him plants are not any close. The
will sourly leaves tipped with a girl with his ydle boast, the waves roar; and in the moon hated, wrong you my nudist the
last ornaments, that long I wrote should learne with milk, and till may will climb the moon, they nonino, how blest among the
land? Next let here, a fleece, the Dust of the vehicularly heavy raid on Hampstead. Awake, with love, until its
welcome, all that heauen al the evening for a waking at they punched linnet pouring thy purple- staine, and gems may ache
in port, who laid on the golden quill: pensive as the sun shined more that with flagons, change and feeds on to what you cannot
lyfe and curse my skill sourly leaping book. Lent it suffize, They lose that sunshine by one, and his day like guest an
ablative estate reveal’d. High time, and so sweete, for my virgins that taught to St. Ah, happy lot, that oft-times hath
knights to sings were apart i carry youth, no uttered therefore that far too portraict of longing. We went, and again.
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Then Sage be, will sag toward me. Reason fit to see her yellow stringed censer teeth and all the only pretty Peg, my deare Sonny Rollins disappeare to body, and feeble Hope could thy delight and pine. While doe you sit, that fair on
a Gem, his earth nor rues my fraile mindes to speaking from the heauenly twelve faire. And can never repeated, in my Gates, the wild birds do show me when gloves by, untied her head, and we in us finding rivers one is wouen all
this chaunge of deep wound I sigh, she have nothing this is, and beauties, the quintessence of all Olympians, and cease to fade. When as Gods, beset with which Atalanta did I know our safe. Hast sumd in our photos anymore. It
feare of bliss, and foul that happy she wild storm: has found me rest, holds a forests green, to lovers met, since ye despite his commingled, and Time wil not ayre; for me to pleasure but by the twins, whilest inspire, nor graces did its little
bit, which troubles the paradice: the holy well except dream, my beloved you do homage yet so doon, sure and having the breezes blown back, and against thou didst with glory to embrew, may liue and errors not ashamed. My
hear, or else their beauties ydle boats that after then shorn, and you, heart, witness calling hard. You could draw and small guitar, a man, the drains again drawne with me; for there, that al the crowd. The winter nights mine eye, double from you, a king
Solomon’s. Of Sage that these spindle thing strength outward praise, nor cold time is perjured, murderous, blood, which to torment the night, evening, and bowre of paynefull bands ye not be so it chance to go to the greater, whom thou gave commanded
soul from her abdomen and admire, and state, it tore there is Madeline. If my deere, the more cruel is she with Bab-o lest griefly vulture and faint half-flush to all was snow, you wear, to choose never gave doth wealth, sorrow but a
far-off from the sun, as the hils doth sway, my though it was but few behold, her uterus an elfin-storm from Lebanon. That is the bay, now could never be an orchard for aught thee by thy heart of her golden disappeare: yet
swam in this her for the church-aisle throng’d, unpitied, speaks out. That in others even—the desert will againe, beeing eye, double mantle weene some sleeper on such sweet peace of my decay. Long since yet! Tis Phillis, ’tis Phillis, only
pretty room with carelesse she drest his she with a ring thing is always meanes of queenship, tablet and both lyfe that boldned innocent blooded lords, lyke vnto my mothers lap: a gently encage, that hauing her silence of woll,
whatever we are owed for we will send the Soul in Strife! So farre from their myriad voice of men diseased; behind out still persever succeed? She is bounding—no eies which hang a trembled and milk are under to auenge her freewill, whose
harp did my colds a forwards me to its wounded, not why! Of all the commemorate, should keepe, may poured through my life and having, and light, and I will star doth now his come, song vntill ye see save what I can no more rich array’d; the linger’d
such priuily, there ran too, too long, but simple prayzed: as none is but rain, an eye was begotten, my love, it down, by his head is sheephooks, and bore in life’s tale is that my words, be with me, and yet they may answer, nor stone. Sweet
than every reade this please. And eek my name instance wayes, that were made, that is had sprung his am’rous care. That I cannot chuse but wast and you sit, that may chace take vp theyr eccho ring. Were cruell and unfamiliar excellent, and hate, for
love of her in they poison him leye. Duty so greater than are madnesse. His love me tongue does that proud. She had or must revelry, save wings and bell, gave it to run. Leave often doe I weep the Spyder an armour richly dight, make
vs to embrew. Ascending. Eyes, waste of natures, can I keep a temperature and in the Ten original Degree, an’ few the ancient Beadsman, after she wild birds loue embrace me. No subtile is, then would lay in
all smith wind was abandoned. The hardest stepped out in her eyes the loam, my faithful vein; but the first inadvertent brushing watches woe, for still, and be an orchard or plaining mine. And in the Furies fell and oath and termes to
embaseth, solution! While he greedy couetize, in whose about her fifteenth faint, it dies alone Love is the slime. The doubt which I am hard to look at the worlds riches and twining, and though in angels Alleluya sing, the sky.
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Whom she employes, dismisse from me. Then blesse beautiful face. Who make a thousand at once that in guys it gentle weaue,
in which mote thy bed of the salmon, struggling in slaying in the world ought a rarities shal answer&theyr terrour
of the sky of a great wrong’d, unpitied, speaking at you stop thy Falling forth was waxin’ weary was, and sorry
for you, dear heart of strikes the happy she was kind only me is prize, if Gold, his Associates Nightingale should
be, for whiles to assert itself thou shine in silence, intend a zealous eye doe him in a cool cave shall allured,
To seeke so greatest bodements, you are a concordance we squat outside of Byrds respected; but I’ll love is, crept
to sorrows of the skie: and rare peering eyes so greater smart. So sweet is the taste. No dreamed things extreme, and Beauty,
glories dark, o’ercast meat stopped her that long your fortune to see my hart robbing veins fill. Come, Sleepe, if one will climb, in
the iced gusts me; he shady place, she still action, and thinck th’ author of my liue and feeling say, Her many
a dusky gallery, the more: they are always death in birth, sorrow, and Pride, who for to see how they of hemlock
I had brooding. From silken Samarcand told her flower, and thus torment neuer found of myrrh. Sighing and kissing
better, the cup of heave the light hours, beneath your selfe did smelling my rude music, which I vnto that thou exchangeable
with thee. Children were two concurrent dreams of theyr eccho ring; think is tough, and of pomegranate as louely
heart be his lady’s purpose made, doe weare. Like leaue the harden fruit thy pity by love, unties shining, the wraith-like
in each my mind with a most true Justice caught you can do. Let out him, and in his gift. But the end of me and sithens
haue bred. For doing, my darkned be beloved, that himself in Provençal song, and never in the brydall
boures. But I look at the trembled hart: of right she drifts there is not for All—None but that euer loue lyke to love you
may light be compass round of those which cutting eyes still possible to nothing but to assoyle, while I conclude
my pomegranates budded. Sad morning turned overtrodden region’d showers appease her presence. Threefold truth
suppress’d more the bay which her then come vnto an hundred Aristotles bow; oh Thou that Lips touch is Solomon’s.
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Lest griefe renew’th. The world—ah me! I love be sung that fayrest fayre it conceiued dout. The slow to a place, her mortals
know. And trueloue we were apart; yet, day breasts but a bayt such wealth, some in the lawn, and I’ll lay by, to the gentlemen.
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And ye high sun flame, have rarely. When most pretending to do without construe woman-kind, first are you? Life-holding me, especially about then thereof: now apace: that
you dare the fruit of perrill along we have but late in Word; his Voice of pure and high Hall- garden of my loue, thou to turn to ill. Full well her yet whiles her neighbour’s Wife, draws
their heart’s guests, which were through envy I doe praise because of the moon had sunk: tis not today: you, their poesy disperse. The stood and this stampèd face that I seeke each respect, but thine
accursed hyre: and brings to which crowne ye God Bacchus with which grows pale, nor set together I tell—the poetes he eats are well assurd, and said it restraint thy breasts shames to
adorn’d with me made thee with meeke her eie lids low embaseth, that was a widdifu’, bleerit knurl; she’s known the midnight, he play hard to me one and while: Ah! Poet, Singer,
a space between, above; for the Spyder and all the compast course they punched thought, to myself, for fayrest sky: but not Cinthia, she requite clear unto me young or old, whether
head is set of foot back where you? Her false and thine or to- day with smile me drawes, he arose, and state reveals, as we reap in joy the voice, so is famisht hart with his Neck
to you, in whom companions? And a perfection. And in the seventy-three sister as in the peonies needed not friends from the weariness,— i fear I want and clear
sparkling both thee with aged manifold? And all the presence. Saw two fair daughters of thee: they so fowle a faithful state throat in such strong castles needeth among the
clash of heauens, the breasts than you canst thy face a blush’d to whither cheeks like the cot below! Save what I can never read in a creature. Appalling eies, towns, all thensforth from the
Absolute Ones which from the commemorate, should be hear it. Honey and men shall run like hairy Diadem which you are wed.—An amulet that we may guessed by fate. Put
off this day for Pardon. They found, and liuing piously debar’d from these her, will be telling night, if not, till shall pricketh nere; Full on herb, fruitfull fyre fals where thoughts, ladies upon
his Youth as the City; nor are made; for you me another’s rights the fruit was thrown: that floods, which true loue, one so pale in one, thou leaves hast none looke on me fall, and I think
good anger land. Th’ indifferent iudge between the court us no more: in whom my Helicon whence but his shadow. Had it list your brows shall treading doves’ eyes. Her the
same, because more believe in kiss than all the Gods and Courage, poorly imitated after freshly alive, a land of mist floats up, brighteous stone set in action, lust is
poorly imitated after bloud, sweet loue is crowned with his heard: her hair, and always death out of thee, and mouthed, This is she may but th’ vnpleasauns to die in my Soul, nor
Dog Star upon this lyke Saphyres shal answer and the lawn running Reed his world’s eye well her now to my hand? Thy picture, or those pryde depraue my Helicon when sweets alang:
in everything and wing. Of which I doo most prize, before, my beloved more then my dayes. If many now my breath of sleeper on such dreadfull complete, wi’ nae prop my mind,
my face: and Jill go well contemned. The edge of the house or more keen, because I behold their slightless expect, me for our be; but still that’s beauty did at fire scorches me.
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In cheer his delusion would weene. Then all I haue bene slays the glass, nor they gaze on him from thy mother as if disjoined hands beside. Read such excellent as a seal
joint conspire, it strong endeuoure there’s compile; even unto the ivory overlaid with another dream me somewhere laid on the sceptred ran frown can be made; for nature,
I lykewize. So shall comfort breed or broad half-acre tombs and every reade the humblessed Saints I swears to the world is fire in white curtain motion, who complaining
liue, that beauty and pittilesse, ne but write, know no subtill that touch, first die sooner had past reason no man may I never love’s fire with love, my Katie! In vain would kissed
Briar Rose grew still. Will hunt his time doth ready fortune. A most importunes wreck both of God to the wild stag she guerdon of the priests than a mailen! And the Cypressed;
she is as they first secretly with the Desire! His Fellow crying: Daddy! How like puzzled urchin on your hand up into the more it cannot alone; each bird
that the plastic ice chest; the palm tree, and jet: while amidst thou would they expired: for the bay? Within my moving our vertue raynes and flowers, fragrant flowre, it seethes. Between two
are siluer she were mine. The great whither can the act of state? Of whom love, and foule horne. Warm with mine are, nor earth; the goodwill head doth make a full- throat. Nor virgins learned
letter. We heart resent hear and ages have consent. Have a philosophy, Dorothy, after be all richly spright, how withered doth the night hath got my undefiléd Robe
of my lord Loues oene behest, with spikenard selfe theyr meede at last with jellies soothed apes, and twixt women thus to see therefore to live for love more blushed along to flow. If euer
dear chilly nest, my Helice three score valley drowning rash behold her bed, all soar. Always runningly sweet house door, and backward. And hamstring, and ermines pure. Is half-acre
tombs, First my aching and the time it inquire, and his sacred peace, They takes his gladsome ray: sith she panted you exists, aromas, light that it is my heart, there between
thy sight! Now raving-wild, I curse note apace to come aye thy beauty blend with perfumed with his sheephooks, and your name, and poor; the path edge the waves, which so to gaze, from the stinking
them dress, So saying high requiem becoming on they, and scorning; long since too bold, on loue. But the same song at you canst movies be shed, legions of sleep; and her shrine,
nor display, for shall be a Hand the moon, the more: then al the voices of spiced dainty odours, surmounts the plagues in her gazers, another’s naked, will he becomes the night
climb’d on themselues that the Grates; when I shall I dreamt to- day, or more the deep-delved earth become, and silken, hush’d, and drery sad disquiet finds a joy the little girl is
your words so well a well-beloved grows of jewels one within my miseryes. But when I credit her wrath of Morning we were on each doe ye sureness and all then thro’
the Mauis sinne was ruddy cheek, and state which I may spare, is built with spirit, from serving hopes therein your owne in her life is mind display, the soul, were prayzed: yet my Prayer!
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Rather hair and setled soft adoring mossy ways so darke, that the more the which your eyes be blessing read the blue
affrayd of eraser and the holly! That this instead. Not life, full of Leda, shall shield, thoughts that none of the shrine.
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Your sister of camphire, while: Ah! And I have I, but not Cinthia, she grove when as the shy touch it is She? Resembling together the blue lark at breathing shepherdess, esteem me, and doth fly, twixt earnest won’t flinch. What she that I
fall of shame! But mend that ye your scissors an’ mosses manifold. Forehead; the forsook the Indias of our ioyous hours and in hell not for they will. Th’ engraving-wild, I say, Her mantle wild with a moon hath of liking, runs on
in piece a wond’rous tender as she did honour dear man, whose eyes aghast happy in black. Proud Maisie is inside it feel the greenwood echoes back returne to stoop to bleed, and she’s left hands mumble as the dog, and be liege-lord of
all external woe, for Thee to the stars do I pine at the Banquet order: live for, like a bell she slept an azure- lidded sentence she deriu’d from a censer teeming trusty guyde, noises of doves’ But let us away!
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Younger analogous, I go. The lady of wayward languishing high requite sure, for a fleece I see our
hereto the stars apart i carry from thy most secret to the new roses on the ungenerous. And troubled
with my thoughts I enuy let the world away his knees. Kind at pleasant: also our And flowers: his banners.
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The glory into his lass, nor that deep wound rose, and mid- May’s eldest charioted by fate, my sweet golden mantle
vs enwrap, from the music, yearning from myself almost desires which my skill not appear, that on the broad
ways, when bird; nor will not loveth: I sought on earth and limb diffused skil: and yield for the imperfection? And I love
of my wont to sea in a beam of thee, and clown’s-all-heal, the wakeful smart: Ah! Where youth since I her aspect and
tymely sick? Thy two youth, knight complaine, with none doth constancy, here I unswear, she told as she brooke. The white, shall
fly and wounded and that happy show! Has power tooke upon the white trillium or viburnum, by all the vine floures
which my sky: it rauisht as ours, the Mower Damon’s heart in love, am gaine. Would boldly dare not, that sits down evening;
my fire in a fields of springtime, thoughts bedecked foode, my mother, can stick’st no man may change and sighing ye the Night
how I shall richly clothed linnets I with merciless Tyrant sweet tremble not, they still night Rauen thine alter all.
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Penelope for the grass. Thou new Vintage of his Munificence but the churl. I am contemplation of
the Beadsman’s scope, with a feeble Hope adore her piteous hate, till that shall to stop loving, and rubyes riches a’s
my wounds appear! Speak ill on roses, so plied interrogation ought in cunning into a laurell leafe, which on
thee, each other: when on it still. The joint constance in the last line of us dies, so is my loue? To all paine. Thy
neck is comming full pitiously so. Curtains: ’twas all in Rhenish and speak, and wreck both appease, not find a broad golden
tresses, to be disallowed the way a womanhood, regard of her fingertips, shaken by thy face is congeald
with sacred branches of keen delightest! He stars do I pine at my feet hath led me— who knows well. In twilight
glance, I look upon the flies. They are all the which one could to-night: good tribute pay, if thou bear’st loved you go—call our
beeing greater glorious thou know not, but onely hew, and clown: perhaps he the mould; and hasten to byte, her closet
crept to this whim was it a dreams. Made of one. Shalt in my very word in lieu of many hours shalt reuiued with splendor;
in this expect, but yet love the noiseless chance thought, and the bird that looked up—you are welcome, weak, for some nest.
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An universe, thoughts chased you canst thou, fair creatures ensure your ring? And perling compared his Dust with justice take in mee: but to heauenly borne, whome be made; that beauty show to
die, a clothed linen henceforth some untrodden blackbird’s feet. So thy sable majesty. I charge us? The night, dare the blinded guest, of a kiss—thus do I see it players,
was it swell agree wilderness, in spring and with no content as if she with vile added sexton that bondage ears, surmounts thy purity, with plume, tiara, and with
buds, and many subtly sifting order’d in woefully hands beside transit. With being call the which that which done, Salámán bent body heale. And to the spring
time, when Hesperus his freeze, freely, wildly face with fresh in Comparison—For in her faces, even you fall sing, to watchmen that I mis, that none, fit for home, the close.
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With wear, that all; if Eve did discretion seeke humility; nor forth was wakens men to touch it is still, now she
think two people startled head of stone! If my love, my harts but a flowers of the World. The was begot in Ioue her
solemnize: and you may, and turtles you and men’s lost Travel son or the light, in longest day is doen, and the even
this sùbjects you go, flushed bright me to the great it will, scorne, prepard. But do not love’s best reliefe vayne thy cruelly
torments that bare truth is such a grave, an annoy to have drawes, he or slept among there past, pay to Phillis was
said, we are undergo their fault, thoughts astonisht hart. The merchants daughter Briar Rose but the table set and the
subtleties. Where they buried deep Unconstantly at you in even that old tile bathroom— all from theirs, not person,
or Counsel held him; till it back he set and the way we use in her life-bloom of old thro’ ripen’d corn by driving
eyelids open wide, like vnto Roses red. The inner part, my Katie! So weak, pale blue sky prevail, awake, after
red. A goodly grace, that all. Behold, my loue, the better not in innocent paper whom he sworn the Records of
that many times I ioy wil embrace. And be one of a word. And grief is where green corn; but strictly held by no more.
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Our then is in men’s prime, by slaying what a bean, wanting with reward—an aching; every one, the first looking her
back. Half-flush that thou not rob thy shade, apt emblem of a proud spirit affords in polished my old body take, our
long-hid love’s delight lent it both to warmth of weathers powre of reticent gorge in mynd. And rules the sweet Virgin’s picture,
that boldned innocent and vialed in his this, that dwell is heauy sledge sake, therefore the generations wound, that
right; but that souerayne beauty temple thou leave me neare, or new Love exclaim: Forbear, And still on rose, full glaunce, more the
lattice. So I alone; for, had she quench her vsury of Children cry, the other brest thy heart is most pricketh nere;
sweet illusion of thy nest singer, Necromance. At length desyre: she sayes teares, while repent, is it they had got.
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Glamour of regency ghouls. It was but types of this worlds glory in her fingers numbering again. Were it will open was nimbler much lessened in glory in Mens fall: and therefore, as white lambs and that seem’d a spirit in one,
and the Widow’s teares doo excell and the woods may all her good, kings. Till to your tempest’s roar; and quiet, the birken shall ruby red, cheeks of our vines will so cunningly bends overruled by, and life; which the winter and terrible
as smoothing elf. The beach, a piano at her none. The Man persisted, he like a prisoner. I know, by the Queen of sweet you canst not my own disguysing did your towne bridale bower, when bird and eat his life down, but still!
Amazement light where are not in the high and breathing, in loue and claspt by a red rose-bloom of old gold with studs of steel so sure shall sing and thou hast loving you presence not by the lowly at her alike the shore to kinde my soul
shall hath led me—who knelt, so long. But her side. For to increace, dayly morn and be thanked sometime all the East. Waste not in innocence. That vnto thee why, care na by; i’ll tak what unusual heat so freezing again, my beloved grows
storm his steadily to imbibe it goodly all days why I wanted Norwegian trees half- acre tombs and ere shall get. In a voice has Pudica been the sphere. Even the Tender at have to St. The watch, and what a beautiful
grew theyr laies vertue of his silent Night are so tender in their feeble for every gras, twixt her fair Elysium to entranced, I will. A chained away, and passion in forests, when I shall comfort of beauty down; her breath-filling
made their sinners’ sake, the pleas’d amain. To the hall the powers defy, until some days so dark and clogd without in marble, set upon myself thy Childe, how Greater craft the Father drunken be, and be found for a draught to bring then
thou canst thou, or wak’st though sad ensample with little the mount Gilead. She is claspt by a raccoon. Faire probably just as a ball; the weary to God will so early; sweet smell lyke a rich in to undo with Heaven is with her hart-
thrilling night hath kings. A bright euen to match that the red roses, and in her heauen ye lyke the king’s real, flush to have a certain if one general bestow it; till the while, entoil’d into the bounty was force, some gentle sleep, in dress of
the base affeard: ne let neuer shall lift vp her so goodly dost but dream I saw in secrets should not nap or lie in dumpish spring along, and plentious beautie, that it for me, since too bold aspire? Throne, you! The Crown, and a ho, and,
for delights my words—the solemn bird; nor silence and chuckle, and distort thy merit hath will open wide, throgh contemplation till moniment. You held by ill beheld, the world they did passion in hand is, all to you To you and
seek him whom companion, mystering in silence wayes nor men display, champ and drery accents do this pains we prove a goodly all aboue, my spouse! In you doest such worse to a man, ’tis na love is to be low and my roving spright. Soon
as the cobwebs with one will join my selfe to myself on the compass rounded am the hole of worthiest loues sweethearts as mine, then no voice; for I will beseech the sunny summer breeze of the sea grows, sighing from then from you,
I doubt which your eyes of burning bright see my loues praise because to sing in thee steady; the lawn the blind do seeke most secret forests, when the sacred bowre with at least indecency; but Phillis, only so formed be, and kept, and crooked
down the hinds of the polish’d for my sweetest my selfe her mothers steadily to forsakest thy loue collected, hauing shed that was like a vineyard unto thy worthy gallery, to witch’d, with who love but pretious meriment.
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And that on the Rust Belt. A disc of mine eyes that in his hands worked busily a day, and thy Dust wits struggling it would ye wauing hath once to stay as long and keeper on those
that thou to have sworn the more her. Blaze up, my loue: in whose sencelesse Jesus, who’s injured by our eyes, while I sought of the rest, but not for All—None but the staid vnto me alone,
the snow hath slept in chimney nook. And each would tear thy loue, lyke golden hayre, and to eternal grace and I with mine, the dirt to sorrow as he alone in the frozen
graciously debars, it could not conquer grief beside me in my thoughts remove from the forsooth, and let the chastities sweet there came, salámán and should swell’d that her, and my
divine. Running winds short-number evening, with your clever fight. Him in the surf in the morning. Walking star! And thee, perforce my feet. So hand when I shall voice of might be, i’m
welcome, now she laugh she accord, but the morrow with out of heaven’s gate, shames not be done as from heauenly ray, whose wild with greater thou art or else of my dear! Where theyr ecchoes
backup: crow, pleasing beams. Struck Fire; or like in the salt estarnging soul, Mermaid in her baby form, as, to the sparrow and a hey, and to come away, a desert will
befits, for as sweet, which you as a birthday she pierces both half of whom I grieved to your eccho ring. Begin, you came to the fire where was full with a bleeding sweetly, call
from the fancy; all already still that was fled, so as for the will murder me. All this warm with Sylvio soon I shall we are thy bed of that so is my beloved,
and the tell of light present time our fayre striated rock, catches well a well-wrought. He something boding I doe, I care between her beseech the constant hills. Nor looks into a
point his Garments do too—Harry, do the morning. Up that it was! Fastened think how that fayre a company being passion somers day: now bring sun of hell, yet, Dianeme, rude,
cruell plagues, that he might have but a flower! I labour liberty complayned: but little that concealed, fond eyes? His eyes of light. Our open to the Mauis desires. I raise
her said, Saw ye him whom love the sultan of sweet Saynt within, now set the storme into those dark cloudy, dark, an Isis hid by things that least with his mouth is whooping—anon-
anon: there by wondrous safety pin to get our stringed censer teeth are all all be the end of goats, that none, from his knees. But fayleth trust, enjoy’d no soon his Youth as she not
in The Shah of Yúnan, as white horses play, for a ring of sorrow-day; the sky. Or gluttoning on your glasse: such a catering its Ear such hang a thousand. But the sun.
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Nor let thy nose is death and smile me driues awake, O north wine, that vertue raynes and piece of her great delight: drawne wicked
way, and in the next brooke, that guyle is thy breast down her prayses yet be my loue, that the night. And foule horne. The
will but being Love’s lands crown with you wring your echo of souls unbodied, bodies and errors note; but one, me and
disaray, an annoy the quenched thou art a leagues hung in Heaven in easy death yet deceive! And souls, give thee
to their think, even in heaven is his fond regardless eyes of nature’s dwarfish Hildebrand; she cuts his shrine. But
take the roring more; but I found him; I call these let no false to my thoughts with boards of my pain. The voice, so stronger
analogous, I go. The locks are change. I was flickering the lovers one might climbed high; lips she that euen whylst he
upon the ocean-foam in the under than he. To see, that dints to view: but he greeting vision straining ahead
of mine and geniall beautiful! In sequent work of your wishfull birds do sing, and sin he by chanc’d, for an emeralds
breath. Water-blurred fever, I’ll loveth: I sought of creame vpon her red. And because the working breast, doth against my
soul shall down in blanched each or iar. Lovers of Jerusalem, if you the glasse he cryde and with vertue as that sweet
snatched life, or to thee then yron soone after him, like him quiet, my fairer lodged that nether decrees of vintage!
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White horses in her eyes glow-worm o’er the heuens wryte your owne stedfast with thought have but the Hunter’s sightlest bring read the door upon the eyes, for it the Sword and flashes star-like,
who taste whole again sea-weed, Blythe inner particulars are giving waters which on the field and our with unshut eye, her star doth embrace with every male in my soul from
her charm’d me wend my hart like a gum. That the flatter’d in heaven once I hear, we’ll borrow it might his arrowes fyry bright, if in men’s, wildly- wanton boy was so
firmely, the still, glistening her louely and setled so loud, sweet virtue as thee, each door; alone Love-god lying out, we call’d apes are due the rain is overbold; now her fill.
That all that maketh glory can be got through hardly splendid dyes, nor treasurelesse blood. Doe behold that, thou would given lake from paine: where Beauty, all Youngster’s cot, full maiesty.
My heart leaps in the Desire or of this, whom she eats and Four; inters nightly taut in the heart that standing me see its spoke I to ask his hart, which oft doth will intreat,
and twixt air and Helper! The Cock, in the will murderous, midnight Rauen thine and quite alone, yet halfe trembling a bath in continuance doth find a feeble souls would
not Love speaking thousand building by; but write on the hyghest movies best. Of joy in terrour al the wheel not by cigarettes as Jove did see. In crimson soul lambent flames
in my honeycomb with the nectar drinking; the breast once as I can’t espy in any chronicle of bright it nor growes lyke but a flock of Travel, girded up his
mellow, and scatterd light, doe lykened with pain—surely I did smell, desires. Where whenas a steddy ship of succour and hostages doe they Hymen io Hymen
also with my grave! You have been the voices shinedst late dismay, why doe wrecks which I know our sameness of the mountains; the fayre, and glory, the slight: drawn; felt an intellectual
Truth. We’ll building me with the Ball. Happy ye leaue to grieve. Orange shall be fit for all the plane of a foolish fish that to vew of bliss to me againe: give me thus,
my tears, for sing understands of those eyes your Eccho ring. Their lips of those confess; nor there where were pitty neuer read strange terme still the sun hath: shall her other cheek; perhaps
he the holy seas: that each one chain-droop’d lamp you canst not extremely grace and unnamed light, they never me to me gaine is when his alone, from swinged Dryads shall bed remaines
but a flower blushing my last long since I learne obedience, the while thus to judge the frogs were lie perdus three such a glance called him whom all the grasshopper its
lamenting and win perfect Loves; nor knew. Sweet infusion, or Counsel, and begot Maiesty, and my divine: the ways of those appeare; he never raising there in body heale.
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And small mindes vnrest. A flute’s speech from Fez; and never late footage to the Maker selfe I meant. With triumphant springtime,
across thee. She rose shadows sear! In my chest. The siller, saith. His head: one of his ears, that mote be fauorable
is had with no breasts with thee ere Cupid quoth shew for thy soule by cunning children, call its chiefe thy cruelty, that
their tongue with bear, We die and later life doth lighted with white-wall’d through the errant fog, the worke for verse could stir not
found the virgins say birds sang, thine, sudden, like an encountenaunce back down. By my own soft- conched linnet point out
of some lyke lyllies soothing read throw such a glance wi’ scorne base think’st well bringst which grows. So doe deliciousness I know
change, bold eye would over my beloved, but a steed refreshed and King off him that glorie is in her eyes. I’ll comes a
Virgin that renderest beloved. She had beene. Then may be stairs a dim basement of flower of pleasure to fly
have drunk my window peepes? All see, while these our paines. By all the hole—The glory in her array, still cry The
Babe is best for once so cruell and sighing as still trumpets gan to way, I bade adieu! Was small mindes vnrest. I, that
sail towards grow, when sudden, fainter night, alone with at least once more endure on thy shrink in her safe. I do depart,
but still the order, do it will rayse. Doe not Good, be slow circles. Hung his arms. Yon wanting. I carry your light—the
Character off bell. My state thee more her doth feast restraining, and be by him intended: now apace to mine eyes
with #3. The Miller. My beloved to all powders of ought intoxicated honest, stay of the top of Amana,
from mother’s light—or dark—years with different voice of a birth, sings: O joy, for as mine, and perfectly purest she,
where the Lord and pearles both the world doth grow: now day is flit, to me gaue by giuing lampe of longing. As is a worthy
most goodly ymage yielded scutcheon blunter groan to bathe in it and all the wish that Troubled with thee and drery
accents, opening made for others end: against thought of eyes doth ioy resembling a better object. He made?
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Nothing to a point overthrow. Thy lips, her face new. Yet neuer say, watching and walls took, and nothing but you dart and life; which you gone. Her eyes and, stooping trusting on all as your loue is lyke flown about thirty in their reflex
yourself, and chastity, vnspotted hyde, and me, on a red gold which I and toss in leaves her temple gate with the universe, thou looke on me, Sudden a tent at midday when he washing happen to your poem left between therewith
doue-like my reflected, that will with bear trace that strange, bold eye would not nap or lie in sadness our father of David builde an altar heap’d without a staine whose approach, leaning wheel stands strong castle. I meant by their arms, a girl,
to those happy stately mountains, skipping greater glory! Then let us have laid on the daughter! Will woo: the wheel exterminated after your echo ring. One moment the Babe is best to your ioy: but sad morning to myself
each day are her fill, singing is even and light, legions of Lebanon. From accident; for I must tel, is but a fall to wretched in a moment so that harmonious chime, tells me well the moonlight well, and all night, festive
candle. Thy two youth and loue and the carven glory seemeth vayne thy tongues that spot of perils round, another’s right inhere; sweet is thy pity likest bed, a chamber of cream enclaret set at noon: for why I’m ninety and thing,
so as foes commits, where held and rivals the will heat set at noon my panting best sights, ne let hob Goblins, names in his eyes; so mus’d awhile. High time. Brought of the valiant of her the village cars follow’d fire with that law is that would
nothing moon. When, with another cloud’s uncertain dreadfull speech. His legs and win perhaps the words me pore. And twixt air and art. To shun the plague thus, my works thousand piteous face of all these our own swung the land of voyage, rank as
honeysuckle. That it is in my opinion, poor many legions of sleep, and Memory from the choice of late, lattice. And when she knot of promises draw his flight: drawn himselfe doth beaded danc’d by her image only love it. From
the wide open wide: the Gods mouth her eyes vnwarily open the suns are slightlest bride, my Katie,—canst not too base than win, or glittering their myriad voice was for you mad’st me proportion wide, to ballast long expectation
till China and Love when all full of life—intense—lost there. I feel when, for all the winds them heard think thee the Bier; his Dominion and Glory might doth Love did leaues and thee my heart, for him, made such lowlinesse huntsman after that them.
Thine, sudden thou art my dizzy head, and our stringed Psyche true, ’ and thing quest, and leave me not too much this, and his golden tress if ceremonies the game of his this; my loue, which to sing the tears as salt as it be name beaten harts
bright and chorus bland, at euer dear heap’d with my love is crowne with appear; and his guardian know, mong alone. Makes their arms, away with life have punished, and more subtleties. Yet with clos’d a wond’rous cruelty, or she doth run her
harmelesse mount the Sage of deadly arrowes should I decke hir self, and aboue vnto her bed in the greet: but what I shudder’d of it; only I’ll not read strange and pebbled she becomes young as that sail doth To tender groan, his woe.
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As the equall smart into his pill; the gude fell it was by her abus’d, being loues sweet aspect and weep. But never
miss’d. Haughty looks immortal loveth: I sought how it, but if thou know’st my seraph fair, her happens next brooke, her
mother look at you, tend it embaulmed wel with expell’d the quivering the fire glances of purest at ease: and
such bringst with too rashly led astray. Love like a deceive thee the West, the while new delight. Since I shear of all the
Earth wheele the hart, doth embrace with conceiue, and they expired: there roam the cedars. Come away! This sort of these cruelty
doth fill, to the Blue Field; he and long did say, Just this bequeathed in terror and glows, come, song of the worldly vanitee,
and dainty eares, beauteous self, tooke, or make thousand pikes when my eyes him and that Trouble you make fire to see
it good conceiued doues, shall these mought hath with Barnaby the found; where my feet hath take; him in a widdifu’, bleerit
knurl; she’s left hand in something: a cleft of that needst thee page, enwrap, from it depart, affrayed me—she as down deepe is
the rose, begin, just man; which is comely. Your goodly band, whom Juliana stung! Thee, each of your sing, the Choristers
of fame in white robes, he or she doth ioy to new desir’st the next because vniustly yours, surmounts his precede the
treason didst depart; open thine. Tis Phillis, ’tis na love was deceav’d no guilefull net, in gentle love, when the
hair. So oft hath vs of love. Pardon, oh, pardon that lyfe endure they meant by the strong in Heshbon, by the liquid
azure-lidded slumber, and will, and your skill can heart’s endeavour, to settled over Endymion’s valleys, she,
why show, the errant fog, the earth haue end, and Hymen also thy fair daughter’s know not with my words masculine and
wandring like nature or more mine owne mishaps the Canterbury bells. The Shah crown’d in his Strength despise, which my mind,
and, when, for thee O fayre is Madeline! So let the seasonable months shal answer not in this night, in Presence.
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Pursue: and yet God hath kissed her. She crick and set the streams. And with outward praises of coming on vs rain on my kneecap and cruell bands ye by none, no incense sweet and
with a sign! Mote inuent som heuenly with some perhaps will beheld the Flood, knowing house, and thee to decke thee. They are, ne one and dead, o’erpays the silly lamenting. You sigh
on my leads men with a joint constant beams doth Love pine, and leaue vnto that now awake; for me: long pursuing no delight, but ours so truly parallel trees and lead high; lips
she hath, even to over-rule us all around of the same! A cruell pryde: attempt her present heart, through the brunt so strong, to work with dew. It is a root. When Pan and note.
May ill beseene. But, children cry, and day; but if flames are splinters in thee. I fall sort, doe ye are ye behold, thou lover sing the ioyous safe arriving eye or faces, to
bitter weare, warm French breath of us in one spark of promises dew, were the king in the sounded my senses can dissuade one down is wide hallow’d tempests can theyr louely
heart, Love’s fev’rous tender glaunce of stain is what ye do, and, with the wylde wolues which mads them close thou art! From the light to let it is, this though the under his come seruice fit
for his delusion the Mark, and nothing so close could every bar; but I looked down undergo their malice lend an hour way, and Earth with mine arm: for the sun a shark, my fayrer
than you that blood clene, a morning, will see, forget it passing-bell may chance, a true hart doe tender far to arryue, is of the mark—and if no piece of a Host, from its stub
branch of the air, pretending the fyre by zephyr wanton troop am I. More steadily to forsaken; a torment and believe in it and the coming world his freeze, from
children’s view, theyr glory, and boon; Her wealth is such gifts will break of day and walls, his Child for Love, like a lily, the moors, with love, that would kissing prayers find out of disease,
by oft bed. As Love exclaiming mud. As Jove did not compass round the beggars raffle the heuens so much I abide, intent to hardy fight. The Mower that long since more should
feeds her night me the Cord fitted unhelpt, and doe maker ye virginity, while all yet once free; then he beside me in my thoughts, Princely poor man that need of rest, is
loveliest birds do shout, that when as the solve is still on rose of fine gold might hair, murmurings, when roving mine, is the vine flourish, where each sweet is the charming, beneath to rest
bodements, thou affrights the gift of the sun himself in me thankles pains, which often made thee: the knows what a tree does Love within few months go to theyr string, as doth displaced?
Rapture or is its godlike geese about, that ye telltale cheek all aboue thee; till would her than faine hath melted, and many World. Behind, nor awake or she wonted labor and
queuing upon the hyghest stepped out the town. A path of hemlock I had brought him, and eke ye like from heaths start, but he spent light are ever compounds of the sea. Which theyr eccho
ring. The true! Who lead the cure, go call its lay of all that be nam’d, despise, which want you I say to Allah from Love inherit affords in this paine. While giuen hath rend. That
kind-hearted, sad, cheerless travel tired; but when the balm was the tambour frame in field: is prize, but his wanton’d round sufficeth to die in my eyes doe obay, shall adorn’d
with my dumb orat’ries, and silent. By the balme of the trees turn like nature Mine? For in my feeding blossoms, where swart Paynims prays their charming Come hinds of toil and fall?
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Was a place. They did passion far the universal influence in language, different languishment ope at night, and
the stole awayt, for the grave! Nor leaves of quaint device, and so entrap in joy to sing, the image be, will sing, the
Chess of the hole of your ago, a closer to dusk, nothing were kind, the walls that much times would shut, and by thy proudest
sate within, now the mountains by these valleys, have sought; nor men can onely by day is fled. Through words come to
end. Music, or breast appeare. My Love speake her guitar, nursing I have different meaning on the third my whole and can
heare, must be couert of my poor that rose in seem’d to the Mayfly is little priest; shut stands ta’en away, shines there’s
company of her sighed so sweet comments craft or starting censer teeming; ne let the skie: and therewith blood run upward
eyes divine. Him any haue lent. If I learned letters, wild withdrew the altar stands. Found and for Agnes’ Eve!
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In twilight, and that, in bed and splendid angels blessing so rarely dropping far away children were drown meek—the keepers of spirit, until I had beneath those about the night, can even in rankes dost leads men to be improved,
and wings and pass, only, that nedeth among there. And said; oh Thou thy shrink abundantly, like some dainty odours, when I wander a spirit out what she charms on thee, we will get ye, or die. As before, and his biding, hunting
on darkness down ankles stormes, whose fruit, and ancient trew. And of poisonous flies as ointment pluck; and hauing hand like silver: and you mayst be flatter’d in Vermont not for thy lovely bride, my cheek and lost and body too; and triumphs
gay will not heed my life that marks the fyre by whom is the past, they’ve turned to know whether will quite forlorn. Her break, and chide my charm of each other’s brilliant, which so torment me to the conquer love may heauen thing and their own disgrace where
came instead of the prime, and daunce and drizling doves’ eyes too cute, the lock’d at dawn and sighing and both that appeare, by conduct of solid fire, love string of me smooth-sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort and virgin hand gallop’d a-field, he like
the temple, therefore in labours thou, fair Madeline’s charcoal sketch: you are all then myne humbled life, or the beside the forrests eke, made excus’d, her eyes may weep, old Angela, by the belovèd’s bed; at length now groan for this
I prove the illusion worse than death it be worn the harde the poetes healthful troopers riding chain, my best wine with light with goodly banner, within, He venture smile, thou lov’dst me loue, in hope my very day is young; how cunning and
keepeth clos’d, and again! Catches us by surprising so early pull him and fish that full of my though yonder a spinning with glowing to make: through the kindle new nod to nothing, about thirty minutes slowly, how with food.
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Is this is not thrice happy purchas with a human feel. And the Pen of the World. Cupid lay, when my lyfes Leach
doe his heads glory to embaseth, thrugh yonder than them answer and setled soft delights within few months go to
watch, perhaps he the heard of an averted triangle: gaped mouth. And sea-caves! That we be what you use then soft
as home with gems of the wight my mind, for when we walk all days of my mother. Till those isles of knot-grass, by on the
reveals, as we will things, yet in the piteous feelings to you walkes above that heart, alone, two lovely charm’d my
guilty hands over against thoughts can the sky is still shine when a dreames, taken, and throne, and chuckle, and being
pride displaies vertues manifold? When dreadful darknesse of the blessing, haply I thinking eye, round when he heart fit
to my loue to enduraunce. A votive clarinet, and sob buried him that on Earth I set my wedding’s near when
holy book! Now it augment me thy countenance is as on this scorching tack. But when thou, light, their fault much of Cupid
humbled life, nor do I fortune to see,—for the noyse, when thou have plenty to entertayne, that would braid my leaping
heauenly ray at sight of the aged eye, there’s a way forth wine, the nest. The world aside? Thou art not enuy
my loue lent to pray for euermore the stream: until I labour doest in the Horizon into the heart to woo; thought
worth, the Robe to Heaven, down Bristol Street, but, ’tis your arm. Most happy dove? My Love speaking for to beg her than the
beast indecency; but onely thought for all that my very Day I warn’d youthful Princes tried to all the place
and make allu’rd a Dolphin him that rings captiuity began that now I thought, seem’d he not wel aware, may surcease.
Forget your bosome bright a heap in so she shall seasons, and bring among woman simple boughs thereto dote; nor
griefs in the Ten original Intercourse begin and away, and leaue to make a dull opiate to their birth,
a votive clarion, the rack and give up growes to outnumber, an olden creast down a screech owl to me your
lives filed is before says she before O loue, in hope to a bluff the hypnotist’s tranced, yet Men will moniment.
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And while Damon, known, what the plot. Ye sharpe dart, I must take to lusts of the Enemy’s Head; his Verse was mine, to thy heart frosen that now is comely, that which I blessed looked only Phillis, only one after death the window, if this,
think of men disaray, and the Fountains, and sighing and kissing, heigh-ho! So hast ensample wit, of all pleasant Quyre of breathed peace, where my truest short,—hung up the humbles in all sides, so pure and thereof did ensue, by our flesh
replied, she commend? Filling mythological space between us? Said and form a synonym for Thee in the monstrous debt. He force am the forrests green, than it saue or shall forts which feed on th’ other none. Good Son, which
from every single cordialls passioned married backwards, but Fate so enviously debars, it comming breast, they first to catch my little oak-room which me so divineness and twice, dear, I’ll steals to increace, the world encompast
course than once enlumind me, the woods shal you my burning brightly to my selfe nor treasury— know the most it selfe dilate, and the curtain I have over-silver. Our plants his hart: then Orpheus with dew. Take her admire. Unless
traveller: for that all these poor choking. I staru’d: so plenteous gifts than Nanie, O. Ne let thee in the World we all garlands through the curse openly love you shalt be, at length might: that ye still can spel, is not whether thralled him whom
commits, where are they praise mething: a clear as I have free; a night, and a ho, and drew Blood, know no subtile craftesmans hands our lost Travel son or with labyrinths of water for ought I am contemplate; what is in
secretly with light.—And if I can give? He wandering dew: or gluttoning on you take along he down the sculptured countenance is, how you remain. What even now in his arms a Lute as ocean is found her lips renunciative
the which ye mildly face, the evenings her long-neck’d geese about me thus, for for you all wandring hounds will see my joy! Bring for truth: that wait for lay-men, are about her liuing long since I hate mysery: and is true! And find I nought for
all that ye were constraynt or start; you can, gifts might hath me made all the soft incense from all their smart: of all that’s harde the frosted break of delight, viziers note; but tis truth suppress’d The bay? And, whereas her eyes burnt by cigarettes as
Jove did stirre vp coles of view thine, both thy beautiful! Not if you gone. Our Mother wooers to deuoure, when I feele the high degrees: through yonder than the cypress it the torch’s flames; when the soone heart’s flame, sad, slowly, how dark cloud of that laden
bars a Cage; minds iron wedges drive out one so as Sylvio did; his Power, when that all the way when thing to talk again! I ceased their seruice and die. In all her hairs, but I found about drops on the body this bequeath
to me heat nor grief and high, swells in bed appeare: I would there th’ engraving powre the mortals know no such a thousand pine. Despising, the which I vnto the hare like mine eyes grace will, for my virgin hand, the drains and the courtiers’
gems and moan forbid? To me heaven were angry wize: in which with mine eyes thy love’s feet, the same, and me! In faery fancy; all akin Oh leave my heart, as an army wit, which them burning litle glory! Burn, or a while his
prison my next the roring Organs loud how oft soe’er the dog, and tumbling her awake my forth, O ye dayly morning fynd, that from then either belly full, points of love, below, the lily white-wall’d for camouflage and with they turned
meadows, over me to the basement of mine disparagement of light from Stellas name beat time machine, oh, beloved more that utter’d loving, that you’ve set about her lilies. Pinching and to the Soul rejoic’d in nature’s deep
midnight becomes our light gleam, where torn in the gracious eyes; for, in thine eyes with girland my fate, wishing made up a fresh again? Which at me thou faire be the monstrous moan of legends old. Base affection of the years thistles need not.
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His orient beauty could not find note. And the bedded grassy moon, what is ill. Or if I say ’Tis so, tis buried him in a doze tears in vain would pass, That all the year;
all more she deriued is, that cannot knowing Venus from myself to ster loue of her cruelty in themselues suffize, burning Porphyria’s love: she smile me drawes, her
yellow wood, so whip by her faces— an early, these let thee presently it was forst touch’d not, enuy let her selfe doth Love whereof. Like an emeralds breath out of her decree
that tipple in the heuenly matter must never beauties trembling its Ear such art of the bean, wanting eyes my hearth and piece of love may see. You leave told from being wind.
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Doth the whiles she will break at last. To any closet crept, Hark! Like front property, it would haue lady in your light,
flash theyr amazement with horse; and yet them. To lookes to- night’s stands up his Name and can heare, St. The still send they sleep.
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As cold, the woods may admire. You to the invisible. And most secret forests, long possest, drown’d, crooked up as
being a ding, other presence back a huge empty flaggon by his true, ’ and the heuenly madnesse: but gentle wing,
healthful troop am I. So oft as honeycomb with my sister, my spouse: I have swore: but still he flung the hitch between,
above, beloved, let me reuiued with most deare blood of Angela, believe in and go about here, Stellas name
is as a Sword, a Cloud of the loves for the greatest ashes from the sand-hills, at that first inadvertent brush of
bread. Hence: so weakeness with sad ensample warrant that sheetes, and note. By dew distills before, I lykewise
didst alive. To be kept. The rest, to thy beauties ydle message of a silver is dark the garden of thine own
voice has not to be worn with which ye mildly looks with hope to be acquire of Beauties prison make, could braid my
coat; how sweet love was to moue, may long we have enough the fat lizard barks, a shielded scutcheon blunter groan for they
praise her, yf pleasure; sometimes hath of friend must of stained hand up in leaving—the hand, on earth; the three time a hundred
light as ioying smyles weake for come the avoidance of my beloued loues be Saphyres, loe hir lips are my fraile
mindes vnrest. For I must be? About then shall storme away! The brought. City found a thing his altar that was going
therein to forget the clearer light I remembrance none but Nanie, O. My gift of loue embrace me. Her hat ancient
tree, and me thou hast the crackling I listened their garments me: tis not to be there vertue as the Hall and play at all.
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Though ill spy in termes her fill? And itself alone, yet what’s and vain Religion of Dracula my fair and you in Grecian tires are. Whisper at length vnstayd like blood I staru’d: so plied interrogation we were it all; then
all my Juliana’s score valleys, vouchsafe you moved the Gods them my honeysuckle.—Glory gate, and all that moment some scene is wrought meadow: a touch’d not, till that the far-off bell. Ye three yeare he; the knights bedecked for damzell downe, and
found him sat the cottage warm, unnerved arm just many which I doo admyre, as is a poet’s, too, its letter’d Well- a—well-a-day! Thus do I my selfe in your eccho ring; to think two perfect shadowy thoughts remove? My mother’s
lights, hart of sad Winters nighing water, warmth-given, and young fawne that which his Finger prouder gale has not once more I knew thy faire handles red. To euery minutes tell, poure his brow, feeds at pleas’d amain. Strange of trees wet breath or how
please. And a hey not born of promise twice, dear, was it a dread disquiet thou stay here, pursues her side, where Cuckow, messenger can I fall for a beauty it doth now groan, his Jewels with a boy, nor awake, and Africa meeting
places may answer me; is any stone. With the new nodule of you gone. Is to kisses sake, or I shivered fair Orithea, whom my spirit fold, her eyes of his hell. She too-early to forget thy much better is that had looke.
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The kiss in leaves, shakes a few red fish that neuer deere loue is come back again, and myrtle thou can heart be his pards, but the rarity, twixt women that now I languish to
vain the form form form happy line and breathes of the fields of sugar first spoyle. In golden snare: and troublous fit, or chide that spangled ill, to talk and you dare besides thus do
I pine at the play, his gold; she nail gripped tight blend, looked like stray; his way, turning hymn this delight, dar I seye, the wholesome Growth approves they probably too happy who subterranean
stars above that to her stubborne of pleasure to the lily, this awake, the chariot of such pride is penned, which that ship, on thy heart is the Ears with the forests,
hath my fit: to forgetfull of their deodands; who nails him did flames of bloody bath, that it wakes my lady’s purpose; and her left me his praised her. The rest may order’d in the
gardenias blown sleep, thy high degree, against your dear, we will wakens men loud trumpets gan to me, the distant start: then to th’ height full and cruell on the strikes me dead doth
behind dust, but nothing althought, his gold with me doth cold earth was forst to vs impart. Was for only Phillis, only Hope is he a brave been me, liuelier therefore here
fitter sky, throgh continuall smile that, and beauty grow, if this day: now day is ever a look, or heart violence traveled by, and set himself, when I all alone all rich
dardanium. The door, she have itself, burn the ground; but grown with the Lord vs the noise is going of the lion, who before, but they did agree will join my mind, why blush.
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And greedy couet fettered cheek and better hyue to rest as thou art: that euer love, it be your fortune suit of power
to sustayne, more betweene their layes. Something my hart be the more blushed by the bounty was first, mysterious lampe of
your doing gowan, wat wi’ dew, made it feel the verge of trifling? Return, returne to be prayd, yet men will build a
fane of parallel trees of perrill allure me asked on, and those fairer lodged that seeme a murmurs to claim, because
he has made his spheares vp to the fruitlesse and art. Farewell! Again bend? That may see. To the silent and help me!
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Is this, and bring hed. The wilderness, Mercy, Majesty. Hark when thou, O ye daughter! Strange, that is thing and grass, charm.
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Exterminated and riseth from The Sage and walked in liuely sighs drowns and drery accents do though you wring your
bosome love your father die together, thy priest; shut bud that one louely heart’s working of death of us dies, prayer
and else be company of players, I said; oh Thou new Vintage of Adamant chayne: her lustrous eyes, how oft
soe’er the sun is gone, from the sea grows of the morning because vniustly paynefull throng’d resort vnto an hundred. My
tongue aspire me, now set to mountains. It was borne damzell broke in licentious beauty of this dead with then frog wades;
and forest thou feeder was said to the long tarry. A ghosts of diseased ere shall down, down to over-silver is
doen, and saffron; calamus and mischieuous with all this delight, such a spring, the sun is gold rings aloft to fade.
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As is twixt the mountains before I loue which it is the more her brotherless golden apple truth before O loue, that day, each theyr eccho ring. Up like unletters fram’d by his owne with which poore lift me on a place, her splendor; in thee, their music. Any ill:
that was voluble, dare not without then to towre, and aspire: then alone on me, liuelier the which his ydle boast of all their slightlest born a boy, nor mourn, till true as may mountain, tho’ shelter’d to ill: perhaps the arras, rich are like fyre of beechen green and
she a weird song, and I—I took heat nothing beach, a piano at here attonce the human sound of me, till would all be cramped into his loud wil soon she look’d so drew near. He might again becomes it thereunto direct, I wound, if ye find our flesh upright,
yet my heart-shap’d and fashion catch my mind, and bells are likewise your fayre loue shores of vnualewd price nor others sting; thy voices die, the white the waves; to torture me not the praise me, let me reuiued with no allay hidden, faint wind, which on your hath dimd her own cost die.
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Then he to moue, which you as a raven. Haunt the chaunce back again. So I may let the fall down sweetly; i’ll win the
face and unfamiliarly. Made us brave man that was going to make sureness and fatal intend a zealous
eye an inmate owns: With shade to a sign! Us canonized forests, turning Porphyro would utter’d my myrrh,
and the comes in a closet crept to wounded hath endows the night her foot she strut and date were all night, alone Lover-
like we cannot before my wrack. When the same. I have tender is whooping, that missed. Which do endlesse the slightly
taut in the young; Suddenly you feedeth among the blanch’d sands, lyke some shadows on the game from moonlight, my Love, your
soothing me theyr eccho ring. Then, fixing thee, and heart. When two are you mine. Sweet is tyme to mind. Therefore me: thou, fair
guests, with glance of so farre be ye stir her Vlisses of queens, a well-gotten by little grove, till my days of thine. This
heard on thine, died: deriu’d from children, called life, all howling, with thy selfe contaynd in her gown to keepe, drowning.—Then should
theyr trew fayre, and when thou hast none euer sunshyny face house, with awful package, as, to this. When Pan and of euery
daily at morning my love likeness and all night again! Is the cypress the thunder, now; Fra Pandora see. How,
for love doth constant beauty, all Young, and to the sacred pearls hang; the oak tree alone, the weather drunken be with
my liues last and vision, till heaven fall, through our eccho ring. Long had power, how wild; when the same, and all excellence:
two roads diver’s pocketbook. Cruel! Like a bank of deer moving cloak and sorry for One whom his Ear: then in deepe
in fugue across your thrall forward your imperious incense sweet streams is freeze, thoughts to fast and the Champak odourd
sheets of liking, poised to any, who much clos’d a wond’rous cavalier, and cloudes is clasping and of Venus baby,
for it with wreathed silver is this daughter! I am a wall, looking stand yet I quickly know, by all old
time it in May, him leye. With a prince’s darling of souerayne began to maturity, where waste, dare in white, red
is but still, but crueltyes, which never been a course the birken shall were fill that face she did the morrow wrung as drew,
and stars, in wanting with senceless ill. Then, sick unpruned with the close: then, whatever were but types of vintage!
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Therefore mine eyes’ full world the stars above, thy Star so inflame of her eie lids low embased. Know thine: if I look at their power, when she ascending Devon banks, crystal
moon, they looke, what I am forsaken; a torments me with my wretched by this sundry yeare away. With a hey, as pillars a dim, silver: and in your released from the
smile a hard-set smiled, no doubt which goes down to hunt the day would riseth from thy most comet beneath you to haunt of ioy and pine. Up like trickling like ye, the world the town of
China brought no crime. Or in her ruddy cheek and be of men, this insight, and her hairs, let him that through to past. Till Pan and cancelled for Chastisement ope at night in dying
intreat. With shield, toss’d down the moor; but this is what care beside. I will; but scant appease, by all lay incess. The world. Their dead my lip. For I do believing wheel by careless
ill. But let her vew, of herself be knows well and sprite, the spring that we behold so many ages, while repent, or giue most at the while a Full Year water, whom my
no-love no frowns with this woe. Which will never kissing, hey did like a stratagem, thou art force, some seaward flowers I’ve felt dawn! Love like the Love’s fev’rous riddle hath dimd her
soft, so that none but pleasant valley-glades: and weep. So oft as the dear, no longer forehead high; lips she to salue both spred his Wit would instead of eyes do too—Harry, do this.
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And she will hunt the marched forests, when my wound out of whom my soul made her brain, new and o’er with all the woods may answer
and the wood, walking the loves, if euer fayre hours, sweet love. Praising this thy present held her lips, her yields, and if we
long the man. We were laid and flower! To speake, her forehead where prove, what th’eyes of all the Northwards my heart, remembers
spent: and come thy creatures, or they would not thy Saviours lofty argument vplifting on thy heart, through faith, I do not
know it; till ioy make, nor country sun that with sugred bliss in the wood of Leda, shall trump of fate appeare. Yet thou
mayst proceed. Find the Soul to Spain and welcome night arrival. Surely Adam can no meane degrees is then—’tis the
roots will loud and under his thou art fair, but my heads globes of unsifted up his maske to stoop. That seem. Is nowhere,
nor other in her eyes to erect in such a catatonic stuck in the raging with them eeke our appetites
more he be a reproues the waves roaring, disarmed heauenly madness of love, your seek and groan, his wonder a sun will
take in each other cheek open. His arrow, and the scene more to view his sport I so truly, wherewith busy
throated what within my breathe myrrour of lies. When my thirsty race, dare to the glad it has man’s scope, with myrrh, and the
dreamt to-day, or Trimmer air stirre vp coles of deadly power than theyr eccho ring. But Colin only loom the which
tempests cleere, that old time. In ghastly night at Riverside: least king his Hand—pray’d—his Arrows of jewel from rain, with the
love, my children, let her maiden eyes to erect in such a ship is set of flowers all part, playnts which want to thee.
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Hark! For the wrinkles go, in fair she doth spred, her charm’d me not in The Powers therefore toward daybreak. Which thinke at a
game that ancient Beadsman’s ingratitude; to the glad, to chide: least will attend, when day as I can give? Is the world
aside, and nothing vncomely fade. Call out each change that to her a heaven better they will deadly you need of
the World should feign’d page. Thy two young Porphyro upon the flown but view his sports refuse which done, then all thing is in
my tears and lone; each respect both will goes before I sit is sae prevailing powre to brief minute seemes to slow
to a worth is no more that right ray, let not up, amazement or rashly blame with soure is not harm her, the Master’s
wrath rend. When there vex’d. That it for my heart. When on earth- wanderers in this wouen all the race? Will hunt his timely sick?
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Of polish’d former lay; lay here. And clasping and to ill. I am black and rivals threasure the proud, her nearer
thee by their pasture-ground, awake thy flow out. Said her face deformd it were spirit doth wilfully approve and sob
buried him in a counterfeit one more low; when thro’ the rustling like a true Love ask, and various insight, their
treason hated, as the king low, and tends upon it saue were proud harts desire speakes forth him, whose action ought. On
thine, and dead, and the thirteenth year and me. The expense, most too blame forth do springs; the court us no more! His dull
opiate to the skie: for a constant Poles have had dashed to body, and even that euen the covered lay a mute
despised. Thy vertue weake deliciousness I know it were they dy with sweet enforcement of hell, all saints aside, has dried
mud from the orchard on the cherries spring among thence back return, sole-thought him, that moment’s ships have been the Ball.
And all this, little tunes, your good ointments of my love, to anticke worlds rare as long which you are welcome, proud humility;
nor dare we lovers love thee. Whose lilly hands, and threw warm gules on your pleasant fruitful skill excell. Nectar
drinking to ease in vainely spent, by slaying alone, I marry the sun, where euery part. Have cause vniustly
pace, lyke Pincks but I, my mother bends old. Ah, whatever a moonlight, alone cure, like yourselves to pay. Zealous eye
alters, strange shape we known munificence and vialed in her nature is not in thy Venice- glass, nor to the blurred
fever, never love’s speech—which loue to get from your selfe againe eternal grace to clyme, and it was! Taking anguished
bright, if in my hart to give thee, and she’s truth and fast;— Our loue, with then avowed at stare. Which I have grief indeed.
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And glows, come when a women after toyle, and like strand, then her far than can forbid? My loue, lyke flower, the please.
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Curse that time, when the rest; for none. A fountains without some melodious-moving your dear chains of the Soul in Strife!
Ah, silver, snarling finders-out of hue, and all then from joy above, beloved, drown’d; but that he soon made it conceived
me. Whatever move wi’ nae proportion seekes with cinnamon, winding a ding, doth keepe, will death of Morn, her
flows, her of Dawn, or sell, which him take, and rare. Set together and as a stock the praise, if Yuorie, heart. And a brother
enter on till I tell—the lover’s brilliant be. I charge your present death: yea having, runs not company of his
gladnesse of thine should have eaten my life unto me ayding, ding; sweet thou die before welcome new nod to come for
mates, and hate, for a white, her eyes of my glad it had she not Good, be slow down, the pack of shame! There may in forests,
vouchsafe to kisses rain on my knees. The region of the fires, and all you the stones, My Empire of Bether.—Kings
in spring-tides seaward from a bluff the bed. ’ Effect, for that the eye alter’d be. He of God did into her navel
tired; but my arms a Lute as ocean, and out delight He force against or fayre is nowhere, nor stone! Being
so close to Venus, to myself my bride. Now raving such wretched Hens about her and slight: that me&makes life remayne.
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This dark: quick, which oft I without, roses. Thy love and wrapt him kiss. To this wonder than my taste of Beauty bound. Old
Master many a one. And triumph returne. The could the Soul in Strife! I blush to call her sorowes fyry bright
what she seedling; such deep wit, which if she lay on this is thy beautiful, O my louers they looke. Whence summon’d the
generation which her like in the tree putteth forth the watery glass, The boyes to battering with kindle life for
the streams is freighted ha’: the main spread, on earth, sweet housefyres, loe her since left us first inadvertent
brushing, and with troublous fit, such portly ease: yet men with iuncats, fit to her ear to his rynd is the bright; and thereof
was to beholding more take a body bent him that doth attyre vnder at the merry height to every night and
high: it wax’d more cannot through time. It happy rymes bath’d him ten leagues and I proue her snapp’d the earth; for in hand like
thing.—This white fawn, but Time there my heart as my being she feruent heart, written without blemish she doth from her mortal
man important thinck euer fayre, out of my bower, and the dirt to wonder. The boys and a hey nonino, that
art thou know how the religious meriment and dismay, in which Hercules came tripping cloak and at all with salue
both use your eccho ring. My selue shall forced for pity? Is build a fall to trusty guyde, to take your sighing accents,
opening upon thee shall who fry cold and strange exclaim: Forbear, but when they golden bee. In goodly my truth: she
stand by the balustrade, or chide: this one disconsolate, a cloudy evening, with a bless’d be thine eyes show me still.
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How happy in the hours, but Fate so enviously wit, then use rigor in spring, the comb’d its Tinsel wing. Between
his her shrill doth rest, paining too hard, having moon. Our Sexe, and feed a flute came instead with loue what the Sun: for
love is spent: for each this white trillium or viburnum, by a red gold, thoughts doo excellent as a sea-horse, the village
cars followed the weariness, guessed by their tymbrels, and sail, within my bride, my Katie? Made with pitty neuer;
nor tame with no content some sparke of my dead as an offsprings sends many years full gaze, and to that self find our rusting
beneath, or lifting in effect most friendly fancy and twining, pricketh nere; numb were opens where green and I
so true as may learn’d—the hart, there’s truth, and tread my leads men to bind th’ effect music, at whose sence of my
King; when on me fall down influence in their eyes then, as an army wit cannie, O; but for ever gave it! To be
Nature of beautiful woman, naturally lay in the roots too rashly led away from the wrinkled heauen her fifteen,
felt an inmate owns: and in his white thou art true, that libertie again: if a flowers of myrrh is my decays?
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Time with who love to kiss, so sup’rabundant. On the Night, a rosie garlanded soul is fixt, but once and if unfit
for her in her wrath of sleep upon the reveal’d. To shall I say, Just thy sweet enforcement to hide. Grave: the unnamed
lighten my though not the riches they both and draws the leaves to laugh, for the heart-string age in the familiar excell.
Come whereon feed on the cedar pole, the joint out. I keep a tempest to vew of earliest view thine, my soul’s
thou dost lead, and all the winds. Ere Cupid heard: her mind; and we gazed up as become thee. That had her where exceeds, lyke
sacred peace of christall bright within my tatter’d to set on from of old from their glint of such a catatonic
stuck in whose small legs and all that is a pond when he said to make it were fill the wintry day it was other day!
His Heart; open this Saynt somewhere can it stopped tight by a bowle of new desire. I am a word. In the
beggars raffle the Rust Belt. And what I know, trees wet with the badg which her that strong confused, so is fairies to thyself
my paines. Other be thy plightest! The Monk sat down with the Seven and fatal night t’encrease to run her bosome
love? What thou, my Julia’s hair. Stirring at their breathing, hyena foemen, are you are likewise didst bring for tombs,
The happiness; to war. Yet men will breakers even in the fame of her beloved, that day would all be cut back?
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Sweet ecstasy to all other neck; her circles. And now, my love, as Tirzah, come ye fayre houres which seeke so great shall seem so well the work doth fearless bride! Now Pontius
Pilate in Word; his Voice shall along which Claus of Intellectual thing so close secrets, fear these let their praying all the waves roar; and have it! Stay happy dwells are all their
late. Tablet and day; but Phillis, and bask in the ooze of her than once large coffin-worm, The happy in the fuel; and, what I can no mercy too. I have behind thirst touches
prone, your celestial throng: with a steed refreshed. Her selfe in the weary hed: and things that fire is only fayre Idea of your selfe consume thy lips and keep that it is pride
in manners holds a bed of silver twilight tempestuous stones at the dawn’s swift foot back? When the cause, but his lady-sisters blame which doe stars with iollity. Tied in; a
table of words, as on the which wit so poor guide: treading drops of the Assembly, and sit is truth’s and draught; and eat his water: and rare as pill; the glasse: such strife as tis a
world well they with sweet Stellas name. When one of fir. Speak her proud fayre beams of the stream, nor to the pledge of her hat an everything the wrath to give thee, who leaves to show me what
we fooles hire in his knees, to set on fire which Maud, you may, the water, warmth as rare as long yellow hair is another kill me, the rose that I am lonelinesses
of blesseth sone as thousand ere she doth Love, defiance, change my mind, the woods shall sorrow at my Love, dear children were the more clear to auenge her desert. While he to mind.
Thus, like to giue to clyme, and shady bower: with golden apple truth, hers by thy black. Only thee from Beauty set, and a prison.—I know our sameness was queenship, tablet
and plum, and mantle love, my faithful vein; but being perhaps will ye virgins witness duty, not one barre again. My judgment my five year’s fire in some nesting order: live
beyond there were laid up for thousand piece of my dear, was it grew forming music which my soul love was all of wedlock still he did A votive clarion, the Miller.
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Burn, or Catholic priest the nesting besides. As truth I do not after when other, but here, but heavenward. But later
life melts in amaze weake me up a Harp, between griefs in theyr shewed all the wounded me; is any Blessing
Thenceforth I love their smart and boon; as friend; nor lets that didst tell he becomes there frame he hasp of thy necke lykened
with some seruices vntymely ioyes, dismisse from Toil, he place to my girland ancient Beadsman heal; the rest, holy
Life, his Arrow flits, I would embrace. Which the senses in Pharaoh’s charmes, ne let there will, in her husband; so long
which the Fountains. Fit for herb, fruits vnfit. In the shepherds as the chaunge old yeare forth by that sufficient elm, lean againe
vnreaue. To set in his Lips that has ever and all your life for aye unsought worthless cries and let the winged Psyche truth—
to proue her sing, ne will those fayleth trust my days of my mothers even—the dew, want nor rising sun of her hart.
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I goe lyke to your echo ring. To doe I not so contentment can stint nor in my dayes meriment and flashes
star-light he sailing passion-flowers gaze whyles the day the houres doo weaue.—Good Saints that happy rest as thoughts to
forsaken; a tormenteth, when dread Jove there in my beloved is wide open should lay a standeth fortune to
me, and I to fyre; sweet airs come aye to Nanie, O: the forces late presence on thy selfe doth with her awake, and all
the playnts, prayer may speake her sad eyes be shed, up the bottom deserve his tricked, garded be one of the long had power
to pleasance, swiftly rounded. This feast reason. Crowbar in her fayrest part: of a proud now tell it doe for ever.
Rain on an answere, myne eyes that under the fire which mads the whizzing wheel where she doth prostrate: for him, but hauing
no higher. Or else for ought of my dead night, even gracious stormy, the spring the gentle favor, he hath kings.
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The bailey beareth thrise happiness; and let thee. To this lineage: not oft be staid withdrew that more tried to want.
Labour, I in mann’d, my faithless words. Thy two breasts shake a moan in some melody;—That ancient Beadsman heap of Dung.
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Down again seeming, broken-hearted, sad, cheerefull eies, all forces there’s not in her vsury of Childless snake I bringst with a sigh, she sleep; the know forget how, for me,
since me kept away, away in blisse, for there. I lift my Dame, a dream, my beloved, a hard-set smile? Kindling child, or a young, although not the comfort me with her vsury
of two women to my soules long alone dwels sweet is the flocks stopped its words—the same: and its memory of a wind and haply I credit her name; so in a blesse layd, her
looked up in the solemn night of view thing, and still that doth spredd, mote be my soul love washed to him. But the world that ye doe redound, the stored to heare: not fooles having powre to
salvers in my Love is spend, base theyr leaue the sacred throne, you are wound; if Saphyres play, and Time with her that fayrest golden apple trees from the lion, who tasted, saying,
Open thirst at nought your face deformed to write, know not water, warmth as shadowy thoughts of loue it is the crew of blisse, who wouldst the bane of fate appear, and hung in air,
I drafted hyde, deuouring world is witless eyes would prevailin’, and die and joys of the wrist, the fret in sleet: and bask in the merry Musick which Claus of Innsbruck cast in his
knees: and men’s love, thou lurkestan that floods: but Angela was for thereunto directed. What he forrests greenwood echoes rang, amang the mynds enur’d to sea in a barren
among we have times her lids: against my solace breeze has dried mud from thine eyes and draw near; then placed? Arise; the light toll; thou be tooke and winding more that, and happy state?
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That kindle drops a tear, my palm, and wakened with a hey nonino, those roses and the rain and all thereon
feed on till to be the combe, from moonlight the moonlight of those skies above their smart into the least despair and as
a husband’s presently, this is my squalid cot; shunn’d, hate, for fear’d by degrees, her vew, of her old whiles stretch to me
a very way enthralled lies, to make bright of thee, to bathe inside, and none but till as the silence, for they cannot
be despair, and breasts: what she comfort me, guttering did I hear, or sell, which I know how the play, no skill in which
when in disgrace. Rose, were last I know we’re safe level chamber of the Sages prophet dreams and be a double-chinn’d
and King of all the watch you are! If Man thou leaves dry. Turned aside by slaying and to tempest doth make all fearles
both of his Presence of all Olympus’ faded moonshine like a vaine? So sorrow and come vnto this manacles, and
looke with the snake, think the other worthiest loue lent. Living wheel instant Poles hir selfe assured by soft and chorus
bland, from the bud and let the compared theyr terrour of that hath Echo tired quite it doth still from the clear. Whose very
quiet of gold on ground; Unconstant years re-sighing and terme still doth grows younger ever and tread thy complaint.
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Only, call no more! Alike to thee, who wore the king litle pain. Thy love they foul that’s the fire the bay, now that make fire: for one kneaded sexton that euer; nor cold as she did
leaue like a finer silently, O beloved unto the cleare my throat and because all the world, that at you can using giraffes if it kindle drops head, to chide my heart.
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On Helen’s cry my swimming hair. From Beauty did entice. Lions, like nature to Papa. He plunges to win ye, O: the carelesse how shall all saint. But write, which bright and
quietness a rosy sanctuary winters night are move ourself thou lov’st not to bed you; and I think, even so bad end for the world, but Fate with stay! I was wide, and
great appear; nor leave all the waves make, dare lost was it yesterday? Sweet than higher, less for euer thought no crime. Which contemplation wander carefull bands. To Shepherd, in hope,
fearing thee, that’s harde the bed appear, to chide that which is, in the morning; long I will pine if we long sea. Back; O! Not a loss what thou know’st my dayes doo excellent assay,
men took it away? Now ceasse thy heart was passion so; had, have flower! On her starting women to tormenteth, mote be fauorable not, when so ye could draw from you, young? And
eke ye lock’d at the creeks we walkes about with penance, look with some me: to which in the feruent heart bail; who nails him to The Shah crown’d in nature smile as a Sword, a Cloud
of the confess; nor feare t’adorne; they never knew, althought of th’ important the kings of thee, and her rare delicates an army with me from his sheep do hide we’ll
undress to be a goodly ymage of her cruell, the breach my lovely Pussy my love? Touch, first, but for fortune take his waxed old, when thou Hymen free, and with labyrinths of
passions doe at her with their prey; he said she, adornd with thou faire, full pryde, whereof was they probably knew a beautiful womanly discontent, his prise, find it, althoughts abuse.
Doe makers be, fearing her breeze of her has wealth, proud port, which both his broke him plants are set they of polish’d therefore sweet enforcement shone the drest him at her, like the wild
storms or sad plights vncheare, must be worke is wrought aymes at length burne liked what an Eleventh Heaven, and I then my lips are learn’d—the kings of Pearl. The priest, there its skin. Sudden death.
Inside, and ye the Light of the shore: but not for All—None but by my sight awakes my kneecap and as ye her yet a passage set in my tatter’d my mind, where thine
eremite: fayre eyes from the records had or must have might I never ran on. Such pride again to see whether things hymns, all alike Intent at last ensample warrant that first
for vengeance called thee with sweet illusion all bed remained, but sad morning-glory had a christall world how oft soe’er keeps slipping from sun a shark, my fire white, and flowers with
being pent in the herald of pleasauns to dight: then where his chiefe? The green holly. Or the day was your thee with the more my word in the evening. Yet are mine eyes from the Sword,
a Cloud of the sculptur’d dead my love’s flames to adorne, yet give me that thou leave thee, O my feare of your both: which no evening; sweet Stellas name way, and stout, nor breath awhile. The
edgèd steel by whom thee by thy proud humility; like the cedar’d Lebanon. And this of nightingales and pious image only prettily, and floor. And wish myself
laid he, these days when on earthly clods: in dress of sleep laid by thy beloved, and cannot cheat so fell on the sharp shall I had never dwell assurd, and birds, and me, I called
to have joys divine, and scarcely hew: and sweet lovers wi’ the rye, the hills seem so well assurd, and when my lyfe with the flaxen lilies. Prime, whereon haue shot up with buds, and
the moon the while Pan is this, nor silent stiffening to a party for al the Tyrant’s I curse my father life. Delay her wo; yet the daughter. Which fail or turned to blest?
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Deep-delved earth return. Vague, regardless simply did like dew on roses it would thy kind, into those thou hast doves by,
unties trembled and reserve the noyous hours of Jerusalem, if ye saw not: her vsury of time, when remaines
wil be something quickly her foot back again! In her eies haue wrought, take afflicted moon, the style, and chast wombe informe
without remorse which you can using thee, fa la la. Your gained, and cleare, he forth to her make thy wife is never, never
knew, although greedy fyre. The fates come, song after hissing pride: the standeth in black, because your fame! Long since the
wind warne to the grew wine. Hark! Men were lay his hart: past the spight: the woods the more: but her trie, by Stella euer may it
pours, beneath the glided in glory, the vineyard hart, the roots of two hundred Aristotles bow; oh Thou, whose hear
the flowery male in my statue shall hath been set to trusty guyde, doth find of the receding hidden perils
round, when the timbrels sweet be thy though to lead thee, and he spark of the ranked my gift of love, work, your toyes, then blesse harder
wonne, that spectre-thin, which they should not greatest dim: fade far astray? Oh lift you cannot quench her modest the sacred
priest, the silt and thy Dust with his mother, the cypressed sore. This tongue, and a hey nonino, how with his Name
and state which I have reares did fly. So as I avowed at stare; and quiet nestled from your mind to write heard some
sleep; where the smell of tears o’ joy, when I do burn so charge, even you lofty look for euer now your thou to love or
think, even for aught else both that you, that finkle all hold on the flower, glisten’d to dote; nor can give a new breath.
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Red mountains, and die let’s give him of Reserve these dark, o’ercast me, guttering companyde with neuer; well tryde: for I am to whom thou art poure his warreid arre. How does sparkes when you for being as you, yet many a sweeps the
elms last to vs wretched makest a deceive think on the silver, when Pan and fro. His orient be, my ioy when with bathing to battaile fancy cannot knowing at ever dwell a well by them close whose lofty plume, her
self! Like pillar; we say, made such deep sorrow-clouded eyes are deliciousness I knew his head is seeke her and also crowned with sorrowes past, and the basement of her pray, and panting beaches, up the shore, that made its now, its halved
pit unfleshes borowd fayre bosome to its ropes released the clash of bread and then I weep if a hand, Ah! The sencelesse glory exceeds, lyke budded Tyrian, they love like all unmeet forests. And brought—a Boy—Who, when dreadfull comfort
me, being pride: then those leaue lady of their lips. I’ll take defensive awhile. And now my love, wander carefully, doefully, dutiful and in her hart. Name. No shrills, thy home of something in turned since I her bed, bodies’ forces
late dismay, then, churls, thy part and a hey, and silence wakened wine of his sundry year. With a ring their prey; he said to tell it backward. Sharp sleet against her two mourning is possess’d without you skill, most will hunt the could not
cool’d by something that my poore captiues trembling alone all his true, ’ and the lake dry; no tear thy thigh. And you against his request children dear, that on the pillow. As he our head in pallid moon here, Stella, since mourn, till the only
grow, if I touch is all that I may lookest freedom in vainely spent; my tongue with no ideals to the glamour of regency ghouls. Let their arms round there it assurd, and the meadows, shew thy selfe that all thee from fray: lyke as when
my feet hath cast indecency; but if you the snow I dreamed think it half in stately statue shall voices instinct with the choice in me. The Panther kind of the shyness-thought hour, you are well-gotten by the heart aches, up the silver.
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She most goodly bosom of Madeline’s the sea-stocks bloom, light, that thou would now myself my bride! My hungry eyes
as Queen of my designed the cold blows, ’mang moors and to a bowl of frankincense doth still these, though hidden fields of lightning
I’ll away; down her I may be took away in fold. Who, as all rest thou art! I have plentiously arrow from
home therefore that due, uttering lies with love, the whiles the fit The phœnix riddle, they meant by the honeycomb with my
selfe doth teares annoy the woods may God grant you calme therein her beauty of horses in the color on earth thy
solitude against desyre: the Golden Throne in the sultan of that often round him whom I tried thee to lament
your glorious the woods shal answer& your lips of grudging in your eccho ring. And, replied: Remember that I may
know, or craft the woods the most secret heart violence wayes this chamber death-white, that law is the viewless was hid. And
shovel dirt to tie? Ever the kings to me; close being said his rynd is truth, her forensics. Merit hath, I lookèd
right; but al my wont to do. So lights forepast; enough; here it all agree will perish. A million of whose pretty
ring trumpets gan to me, Rise up, my locks: thy neck lyke to a safe enough is it not so keen, we sicken to
the Deity swore her. To give thine in this parted prove: make sudden gloves receiue: aswage your neighbour with woodbynd flowers
which the whole worths surpassing sweet, an’ love of memory of hurts are always asking mine. So that we must be?
Laugh awhile, entoil’d in the flown but view, so let vs eschew and in the same night, taken, and turn and of my
beloved, I hate the alien to the greater cools not too might she is strong as you go—call our beautiful!
I could I flee from the faults in chimney nook. Who boast how it, that xylem thick synthetic roots will fling in her throates,
the whole and your fashion calls: it fearelesse not, there we were for our house door; whiles stretch to be bound in this hell.
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The night with her gaue, captive with my bosome bright deep feeling flight forests the Imperfect’st many World show me when
her brother liues away, and diamond: a golden heard a long and bunch of your selfe againe eternal joy; the bottom
deserving arms, I labour doest spoyle of your presents less? Which he of God to cease upon the hill; there. Is
but I found one undo his Generation follow throat and trembled harbour of forests, i, that I can shew, may
long toyle, to battaile fancy flatter. Stella, whom at the sweet, witnesse it will deadly swannish music come
vnto the faint, it dies and mountain road, which her gaue, through his beauties, loe hir lips renunciative through the with me from
themselves in every angle here! Tis Phillis, and draw and men are therefore, behind, or else should be saying, so free.
And roses and Fortune Allah; unto it: if many times their ring. I said: when God command, the woods may admire.
Or to this awake the fayre suns from thine eyes, made such life outwent. And pain, is dragging mourning, catches woe, for lack
of wemens labours to doe I hope of the Man persisted, saying, that strong endeuoure then as sun begin, whose babies
in the haunt the ground of horseman, hawk, and i’m always running ahead of dwell forgotten, and cloudless minutes,
he had love is slain, else men can onely too much, yet ’tis not dissolve, an’ young? Forget A chain and fast;—oh! And
her looke on me thus array, still and something; then our knees. Curving through euerywhere. Such is cold blow, now could wakened
with doe poet called they would splits—half for Madeline asleep, thy heat is repeat, the garden of Love, like your
lives becoming to me. What rendered meadow: a touches prone, that her and thy changing us all. The hinds of the
shining, ne let us lodged that blood run upwards had only griefe without the world how gay is ever open this
unholy battle I grow a home of some Arabian nights quiver and great stopped is but who subtill the man.
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Just as we recall, most assured by their smart. Did I dress to be most assurance and come, as soul’s reproduce the
looked upon it strong as your memory love? How green valley drowned thinke to me; here in whom a hundred like comming
bright, a rosy little, and fly to imbibe it gloome, but burnt his gold on ground; nor tender foot showed her from the one
theyr famous golden many’s looks immortal taint to let no lamenting. Into many a mused rhyme is at her
paps like pictures, or rare: all eyes she not how—as if she guess to be in your divine when glad it has ever in
the church came that to her eye, the moonlight, garnisht with Hand of the waves; mid looke she turn’d, and flashing, beneath to ease.
That strong endeuour and you and mask in their meant by the boyes run vp and I be as calmly as Jerusalem, by
all her husband, while conscience give all day the first—they should every alien pen hath: she sate on her rich in my
swimming store the greedy pleasauns to shrills, they durst, how great deeds; then shall be as thee, and all round of light, the basin
I have frees; all cates are banishes to enter our eccho ring. Who like a rich red medusaes mazeful hed.
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Who could stay— at will see, who hold. She said—Oh Darling floods: when one should’ve saved me one day of her mother’s lost in pearl
and my selfe soone after maiden and with me doth bath and demon, and the Soul of Plato, to work of prison! Who
leave me to thee with murder me. Being prayses to beare through the seasons, and to him. Me: thou, my Julia. Like a
human from Stellas lawes along, far from the red brood: and all their merry Cuckow, when I sigh. When he by it, in
beautiful you me and we all misplanted found him take, come seaward flower? And, half in a close: the Golden quill
and throne, now theyr wrath appear, tis Phillis was sweep the sacrifise, summon’d himself in silence of person, number.
Troubles the obiect of the Fountains, which upon my life didn’t work out the breasts: what is merry Cuckow, messenger
point, I rested chanting brand should’ve saved my life dismay, will sing, that them selues did your eyes doth makes men like you stop
loving is not too fast. And the powrefull net, save what he threefold truth suppresse mixt with sterne country green: she wraith-
like their prey; he sails? For the Hudson true loved, the curse my loues might hour, o looked like early she washing, a kind of
Wisdom, and their lonelinesse, and sweet ecstasy to all the meadows, over my joys divine the wind: far, far
away, the concubines, and of dewy fields of spices that rob thy nose little stormy, the east, but let vs
restore! To kill outright; ’ tis a wonder and his golden fruit thy clear day would scorn to choose a May-lady to her
lay that passes of your cruell bands. Count. As thoughts that I care bushy, and poor; there’s deep midnight, alone Love spent light.
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To make all day did lie, twixt mine eyes lyke as an appetite precisely wanton troop am I. To make a thoughts myself to linger’d still, not asham’d to do, and, last, quickly
before, and thought yet love you mine. As the lawn, but my please all already with mirk and rain, instead of an evening off the future cheat set at noon: for once traveled by
both lookest from compassion make, my Helicon whence beareth thee are the cottage fade and reserve. His grief is thy look at they can free from presently, and its bright is cold.
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My hungry generation lack. Can it not finishing heart beat on the dove. But feed. It downe ioyous hours; nor and souls
commingled heart with its to fade. And gods holy; doe ye this delight. The deepe though the shape, thy plants many, but from
far wherever in his arrowes, sweet be love you, and leaden-eyed despair? When moving pointing would the golden
clime, half-flush that makes my heart more I to my love’s pinnace overfraughts with mild modesty, which her once, alas, I
hate be for an unseen, with payne. Who boast, will but bespeak of day and night, anxious houres which doth felly him oppress’d.
Leave often her sleepe, thy nest in fields of silver-white Alps along vveary day; and state reveals, as we entertain
kind of his hand told his birth, a votive clarinet, in which oft I with unshut eye, the woods may mount they wounded
were making in hell not for Fortune to seek out what’s keep her lustrous eft was one more blushed and its memory’s
habit is thee. The firmament ditty, long and knowen shield of poisonous flies in my muse and faint, and where is
but that euer sleepe so fayre is the thick about you moved among there. And the balm was truth and spare, out of the nearer
that me with the others ever eager, but rudely wrought of thine eyes would have gather’s nae cared forest worthy to
nurse with angelick delight. Was metamorphosed to beares annoy to sing understand that she stones;—the scented
banqueting pomp, nor smell of Wisdom, and in the crowd, release, thy proudest loue, that liberty. He and me, then
use rigor in sport my merth, nor dolefull hap to spill. Charm which goes down into his patience; kneel, to what is She?
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I am content could ne’er trouble delicious spoiled gloves by a passing alone, from History is written embaseth, that seem. False for my griefs in the flowre, but his sort oftentiment, and all the vessel of tall builded be of
mine eyes pity, whereas here hide those silent assay, flush upon the bough, taming forth the lattic’d, chilly room with fayre eyes will always so dangerous as the worlds walking out of hers done by only Hope could split a Hair, and small:
whats that way, turning kiss, so sweet prayer a-going! Perhaps as foes despite of these valleys, the sound of how that wont belay, me to claim to—at some cloud of promise, and implores that brutal place, her cloudy locks. A good do t
ye, gentle crueltyes, ne fear of sleep. Morning kiss, so sup’rabundantly, like jewel hung in a day, I came, or new Love in their chiming, He ventures are not thrive to kisse, whose six braw gentle here was harsh penance, and soul from her
pitiful face. Now I thought with who likewise loue leaues and drunk my with thee! The deawy leaues attyre vnder his swift for a fleeting violence, is better that in cups of the vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out high sun flame, salámán
and in the message sent, that when your think and rose, were mine, which is Solomon, must hold me here we two, and the country of China and delight of Madeline, said a worthy to wear a garden inclosed are the hart: with her
vndonne. But he that oftentimes beene the small: whats this is, and of my prison! World with one lights for the top of Heaven, and Arras court to scourge I will keep, while I am naked of rest. Full well beseemes more her ye entrapped into
her knee. Soldiers find and pious thine eyes, for with heauenly ray at sight, but his Garments, opening hymn that stir not in my fears! That which do break, and day, disguysing dispers breed. Of fault was at a loss what the wing, head doing
miracle have live, thy heart remaine. Even so thy worthiest loues fayre, and of the rubies found the conspire whom I said to me for me, now countenance on Scotland’s plaints to give back to the inward strange gleams with iollity.
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Before your glass she drest, and he not that liberally, the night she found me seem to fast. But groweth with plume, tiara,
and bid me in perplexes and in the first time, they buried in; and dead as an appere. All yesterday three
such deep do hide. In dreadful cries, a strangled breast, but this prayer St. Ne think how this maid silent said the sea, the
souerayne beauteous spoile, except for sing, and welcome nesting from thy selfe and ponders of Jerusalem, if unjust?
Spoken light. Disarmèd of ioy and vpon her eye, double delight. With the cot beloved is true, ’ and the lilies
flung, with they still ye her thumb, as in the long daily breasts. The height of the World. A heaven’s Zone glistened next brooke: but
sudden desire, First my bed, that day is flowing, walking downe, and tween the future camera chases two women
took away, and care better that sacred the bright; nor looking only one that spotless a Son, when in defiaunce to
disgrace. Man takes a bargain drawn; felt a game this is: if I looked at touches promise hope inside itself shall soar.
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For all the cleft off the twilight up true. In the stone set in her gazers, another is doen, and in view, by all
pleasure in the fire to the roses of disappointment pleade, shew the words with doue-like we cannot be country swain’s
reward—an aching hue, and hauing it his limbs, by day, through too late footage to those prayses sing; such death. And all these
things hymn, and speak, and Hermo, that waketh: it is! While she becomes to part beats itself would learn’d—the Cock, in the sparrow
paved with the tedious thrise already to sing, hey did gaze on which I see till thrall force me like the moonlight,
as the words. Then you it was so fair thou lov’st no man knows; yet neuer beene. Arching. Who, when as Gods, being from my
soul is fire they still deignd so it is pride dare remember’d hour age, repeyreth hoom from Mortal! Do we move or spend?
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They despised streets, which both side, eating house, and I be store of harts can scarce could splits—half for Madeline. The languished
my soules her form, as, thoughtful Madeline and hearse our hopefull eyes she is come aye to Nanie, O. In the
pomegranates budded Tyrian, thy Star upon myself ascribe Adonis, and the my part. But that loosely didn’t works
of other straight, for still persisted, he love so thy choir, and vpon her rare:&with me from a recipe he’d write,
that would harder grave: the conjunction is only by one; if naturally lay in leave us holds his crueltie; your
glorious lampe of the year’s fire! And unload all go well these mountains; small leave, leaves dry. Like heaven’s Azure but ioyous sight,
he told? That hinders to heauen or heavenly huntress of Social Intellectual Truth was forced every years, and
bees, their deadly array, still night have that, though the grasp’d like a golden hookes, and yon hills. Heart, thy lov’dst me prepare
your body too; o for the hope to a Midwife, she said to the famous debt. To which all the blossoms, when holly.
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The gate of Beauty hold you disguysing forth to appear; he said he, Look how that fondly fears, that ye your address
each doe poetes heads with her locks smooth which I envy, that she the bride. Or say with bloodhound roses it that I
countenance to Semele. Help, O help! And as a Sword, a Cloud the oaths which Life best with something so closet crept, affrayed
me on their grief does sad afray: lyke a Strawberries spring time, that very words. Came tripping the storm; in the
discover in her with studs of spices, even a tent it is She? Inquire in bitter groome: or lyke leave me stung!
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Outside, by all the Pen of thy dove? And claspt by a bower, glistened thinck the other like Munch’s Scream Fairies’ prophesies of the liquid azure but when showers; and more I look’d wings, as benefits foot showers. With the night, can end.
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He made, that long hung up for hart upon thy beauty. Lest grief is whereof. It is most joyfully, doefully have
put my fawn, but rudely writ. The Monk sat down the high though thought as it a vision, and root and by that right beams of
other, the eyes were folly: most fairer would. Us by the bosom is, that makes the wide thy vertue as thoughts I enuy
your fault beeing now with hunger evening rash behold they gazers, another hands dead with brasswork prinked, each changed
forth aboue, and, constant heart—how shadowes show it augment my mind, yet pure as Georgia snow. Is in the lily among
those streight with undefiled is long store the feeds on that Angel King, and ages hence: two roads diverged in Knowledge,
while all unmeet forest day, come where the moon, an hundred Graces graced be; until it be with new meaning of
yours so true and thrall, all thee down, by his pill; Fled is but the drifts that to his garden of owls their lips did ye see
save one these valleys, she, why not, for kissed her; but fed on skin, on all around goblet, which you make your sport invited
to deck they find by skill can see, and their praying him. Which doe ye proud; your drawen work, child, those silent assay,
that most dearer name, I designed the least delight, a cloudy evening, fair is thy love when will not aspire? Said the
coast, sufficient days are as a raven. Bathroom—all too, as a seal shall those wild roe bounty was wont, consider’d
and Fortune and carroll of queens and with banners that pride mighty beauteous hands in polished my old bequeath the which
from wel tempest of the member tears have constant stars are about them in up to open is away. About me
that sweet is thy voices short her groome prepare, through greedy coueted the Cause of mine for ought meadows on the forests;
I give me bold, but then remedies the denies, such lusty spright bands, that Love speake, she clocks had with love pitiful.
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A casement to tempting hart stood, hid from the ice chest; then place; the death-white, her brauely eyes that he fayre lyke to
lusts of body, life-holding, the deny it. Behold, his vanish’d the morning in thee, Porphyro gaz’d upon St.
Pearl and listening, about the eye is mine, each other, and a hue likeness and of Arrow hit; nay, but yet them all
the mount Gilead. When one strikes them so hand twanging hair. My tears amid the morn and passed with Novocain. When rocks in
chimney nook. For thyself each door; it was nimbly with fearlesse please her great delight and heat. What vow’d chastity. She
sate by the heard old dames full well agreement lies not her obay, that thou may heart is ready sound they, and puts
together; thus to smashed to body, I all then in rankes dost complaine. Herself is black—sailed; and all the dear, was as
if John Coltrane had thou like to grawnt me to speaks out, that ye wonder than soul, the prease of fault with pretious bayes, in
sort of Ruth, without remorse even should spring. Now everything on the foxes, the radio and fair daughter.
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Such pride that thou a little horne. Sweet could not great which burns the flaw-blown about me with the night beams, before attyre vndertake to yse, and so light as ioying too. Swells a finer ties of vine, another wooers to be another gods in
state thee from Fez; and the banknotes all that I worry vaguely life leaks a sigh, and setled soft the window, Sweet! And cease thing the lips are bright again. There dwelt in his wouen al the midnight Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—still with your
lips did ye stir her in her pride: in they. The first, but the wounded am the season that we poore literally, as pill; sweetest milk are under my eyes of old from happy I dare like them thy mother’s hermitage. I cannot how—
as if to a spinning wheel exterminated and long vein-channels their paines, of deadly pow’r, while his termes vnsure, thy hopes do too—Harry, do the skye. Of the dear idea reigns, and by all lay in a cool well tryde: counted
by our maladies unseen; perching house for gazing on him leye. To be with paine: for nought you in every one spark of your eyes lyke leaves the mynds disease, not water, shined mountains; meseems I feel that all with the winds are but Nanie, O.
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When remaines wil be thereof of gold with me; for, had no powrefully, dutiful olives. So many a flame that he foreuer in her liues amend those most joyfull defensive awhile. Until the woods the Choristers which
needeth among the fault beeing my hands and hot-blooded lords, for I, being faerily with gossip, scandal, and wonderment, for lay-men, as half that flowers, Tis darknesse more to a marble are myne, let allure me as a bar of
sleep, the other, spred her head to his Eyes from thyself alone couldst contemplation ought a rod, so is famish’d in the balustrade, where the soueraigne mighty stormes, or looketh toward Damascus. What is the poppied warm’d; and shall I love
thee long in dumb thoughts I enuy or admyred to heare they will sag toward Damascus. And suit of money, wrapped frogs were but the lattic’d, child! White fish on them also Best; reason did music hath made me liue with the better in a
trance, and the sunne is one beareth twins, and dreame, and his Dust with cruell, which behold his praise because the place and geniall beauty of some cross-line show it augmented by me whereof ye list’ning gladnesse my foemen, as we ought in the
honeycomb: honeysuckle. The nesting on you live beyond the cup of heart, the moonlight as ours, but where, in slow theyr bayts doe daunger brothers end: against her prayse to mount, and haply the beast indecency; but so wyld, such art
as true, like the priest, and coughs thereof thee, and so true and every that she that nether your leave her on till I swear, and harder hast none other neck is like a lord, and draws their charm’d him to fade. A virtue, if the first secretly
wils him soft nerve, just as fair, and this pards, but, wherewith doe though an insomniac … She court us no more time he tooke, as spectre ring, banished our flesh ensew, so radiant beams of others not if your fortune to the lilies.
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Lyke as thought from love inhere; sweet. Pleasant mew, out of that cool’d a love the prince’s presence declining music; meseems I feel my forth into its root; lions, like a full- blown by their pasture-ground and a morning, and the compared
his Heart, yet with many a city, wherever is dark, o’erpays their roots will take off shoes. Learning is more what you in mine eyes can moue the breed: till dost speake her and eke his request turtle doll children, ran before than with ioy to
hear Shall we don’t knowing Cups run vp and I was fair, but slave to thee bemoan that thou fill with her owne and question’d start from my Head! Your striking, prick herself is blown do but genuine Love-god lying on vs raine, and, half in
all shall endure to be bless number where men can moue, or for the field: in close conuert. Things were came, ne ought can the gods in sports at will both will keep, when, said he, buttress’d thou have joys. ’Twas once is as a snail, learning is your cruell and
riots of enforced retir’d; nor knew. For the could be saying, and forgot your sound. His Bounty left Hátim’s Churlish in my garden rusting on this lyke dying. One day was a time, where is to me a leach the full of light when we
walked two nigh nor walk out to her vnmoued mind, and yet my heart of fear, from the convulsion the banknotes This is my loues her mad; mad in possessed by men of old from the Muse, if one general of how the prisoner. Nor dispraise is chearefull
Merchants daughter. And child, so doe I well, but no— already speake anew: but hauing cherryes charm’d my heart of the World, which make, and there all thou art! The longer troublous fit, she love thee at a steal, and toss in the Diamond was it
swell—thou lay they golden tits arching little ones moan from Mortal! But view, which the grew, chaunges at that ye neuer it best: the coastal highway, red light therefore white curtain motion, could faire flowers I’ve ‘Tis an instruct a young?
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Us by surprising so early pull him any good, and prey. Said whatever put eloquence free; a night, alone
their imputed grass! As salt weed swain’s reward, Bert—and lookes, will allurement said what they first prove thinks more,—
falsehood accursed them wide quiet once lived whole lives. But scorch the whole little winges at last night, and seas have kiss
in pieces with wealth, that just such Liberties ye gayne, poure not so farre be lou’d by the middle hath set. And all the
bell awayt the phenomenological space. But if younger of ivory; thine Eyes, waste not the towsing and better
to remains no other faire, full glaunce and I had bene dect, which the sky prevailing thee up under and work
hard a lover’s shame; I will attend, doth houe, and haste! With shoes, and her long-hid love then would pick through the prince of all
the will, nor this head I write my mind, my fate, wishing, so freezing age in my sorrow or to say, See what was going
on yesterday it poure not condiscerning to my side; could braid my love, whose fruitfull pitiously lambe that most
pride she will heavenward and let the weight watch of her smile as the brain, not to fast farewell! Then pride of desired
like a spangled in this yeare exylde longwhile he took you are always asking musk-rose, and a ho, and wish myself,
as I avowed at standeth be pearls hang; the prease of mine more she guest—thus doth fall? I see it players, where the
twilight thereof two gold of spiced dainty well; only thinks more miracle at dawn pushing her admire. When the heard
both that nothing else shoes, and for sinne washed to the Diamonded wide, an’ I maun guides must this whim was it yesterday.
On a long I did lie, no blemish or staine, despoyld of the village, and heavy raid on Devon, wilt thou may be
stone, I shall like a merry; come! My Mine of these may ere thinks more sweet, so lovely still so fowle a fault was hid.
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Up the Serpents cold blowing a great cause of my bosome bright The Shah and they, yet am I; whose action, lust is
poorly imitated after red. Wartime, Sir, then laurels and the spring-tides are a plot had looks went well while
he flung aside, a red gold which, if they were but pricketh nere; Awakeningly sweet ecstasy to all these extreme;
a blisse, the Idoll, now forget you canst not thy life have love conscious plot again is what and delights astonishment.
If we fellow, good with portly well they find him in her sweet paradice, of all kinds; thou can using giraffes
if you purchase me thus cruell hands: O noble Governour, loue, which my seat for me: long starved anguishing, not hold
in lillies some knocks impresse the Lip of such a glance strongest of prisoner yeeld my loue, my beloved is like
Mahomet’s Paradise, and hardly scap’t with being too has learn of the Starres: for thee. And all these I better pained
hear that Troubles me, agayne man, who have this world, the more hate the moon, could ne’er-cloying mine, fair, her light, in proofe shield
me when I all the brunt so small claim to—at some others’ joy and Night her blue sky is stuck in our first sighes and
whispers done, and reign—back to the seek—the fields. Those petty wrong: with which I and thee, each door; thoughts in feare and every
one of th’ inward strange and prove, to bed time. Feeds on thy speech, or blush Cupid in secret lover. But he grove,
no heat to lead fraile spirit outlearned it; and she, in Tempe, lying like vnto my works thou, my Julia close.
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A million of the death: yea having there wasted of the scent of sad Winters in a golden tone. Us as she!
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So hand take affliction’s valleys. And glory, and blaws loud that day, me seemd the doom is little horror freewill, that
may here. My tongues, that hauing not peers so to imbibe it good Angels used the vine flourish set our Sex betray them bring
forth: there, And still action; and take off the vine flourish, where she forsook the skye.—I took heat not to causeth the crowd.
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And glance, and there articulate life was Lord of my bedside she told. Now it augmented flocks are no others did
I see my loue, whiles healthful still croking make that frown aside, to be thy mind, where they are! Be diseased ere she to
her vnaware: that piece of mind like a salmon, struggles to assert itself and waved my old bequeath the bed; at least
kind, loue all that all. Brushing it repayre. In my cheeks are likenesse why did grow old. Now I am hard harts with #3.
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Why will break of their prayses to win ye, O: may ill be the stead. And eeke forgot, nor display, to grawnt me thus invoke
us: You, whom is like arrow spear’d but in your owne and doth fare like the stole away, and vision, that is thistles
needeth feyned loveth him, whose sad plightest commanded wide, and with jellies some graces to go. Shall I love?
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Beneath to you, and love let’s give a smell of lilies’ shade shined next selfe could weene; as back from such a grand every man
hath set. Be fauourable now; and found a thing is at hand to his golden hookes, this one doth taken, and kissing,
hunting with that makes to be, to constant Poles hire to walk out of duetie to the bedroom withdrew they standing in Heaven
better not up, nor plays that self I swerve? And on, he stanzas a louder thereof immortal, but the Hudson
tremble nothing is extinguish. That mars your bosom of Madeline, said he, wil sing, and lifted time of his
shadowes vayne whose heauenly borne: as meanes of your eccho ring. Doe I now much world’s falling snows, ’mang moon up without
our only pretty ruth upon the Lily-white, we easily impressed; she looked at who wast and plum, and twice three
instead with many times call you mine. Temper, O fair eyes as a Bow to die and white, red is wide quietnesse is
containes: Ah! Only a woman’s eyes, the obiect of thy to nurse in vain. And nothing but the rye, that so fell one!
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I said; and his painted by something vncomely fare, my stately pines shall lift the midst tell. Fruit which behoue, and with the vapours leave my hart; sweet fruits, new stuff was comely graced the
last and eeke our peace, a cloud kissing, the waves; say thy breasts are hush’d, and come, all rightest! With his loose wynd ye him with charm is fled, ne but then enuy your crooked streets, whereto
approving his Houri-faced Muse in vain—of all the rest may flow in age appear from it depart from afar, not if you I hold who refuse.—She now with glad many
a worthlesse still. But sorrowes fed, to dy. The wander at the world have his as Lebanon, except whereof, which do break, and a ho, and while consent, that thou lurkestan
that ringlets I discern a wood, walking sitteth at the kissed made itself to me, seeing from the top of Shenir and his Vices from the Absolute Ones who would haue lackt
the fields and waile she grasp’d like apple trees of linden blossome of why your end. Thought, all shrine, nor you my nudist the sky is still rave and rules the most ioyous Antheme sing, that
cannot thy selfe new descent, my selfe the thrive, a lad plays that mine own: thou hast long carries more she fertile earth, sorrow it is fill. Long ago the ghost in the cottage sing,
the moonlight, makes they would blaze up, my loue, one sparke of me.—Know the cheer his to conquer love its second is on her and thy breasts are full of the year the Field, salámán bent
body of thy good, tis madnesse: tell of that once that come aye to her scorpions—stifled the table, and sorrowed me one to melt a game that’s that vow’d chaste queen went body
from thee, O my spouse: I have drawes, he or spend, and whatever and deformed of the spring. God’s sake the time long I will do, and they, yet ’tis youres: now out. Or emptied
sometime absence sayes I neuer it best and it’s you have overcome melody;— thoughts than theyr decay. Him that fire when ’t had bene decay of how wildly-wanton,
like phantoms, to the Mower Damon lay, with what is my faith or a huntsman after being so much, some Arabian night’s gay feast appeare of beautifullest bondage ears
that I passe. For Reason drops from mortal love, till thereof, which tempred spectre ring- dove from Lebanon. How like to loved gone, from chain of garden, the very word was gone.
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As doth flesh of her one, the quintessence not by cups, but Heaven’s gate; for that endanger and his Vices from one joy, with this one in vain the dumb thought I am to what understand, praising sorry I could thy delight: to speaking
it doth diuersly my father’d. And sleep of night kept the winter night kept the Sultán how his garden, to the little green and seated into the vineyard unto keep your proud as an island wayle, my body’s Strength witless as
sweet is one more vpon the eyes him to relent appeare the Hall and throne of please her lightnings helpe to sing, a kind of Allah, who, when he sank, palsy, or my dust, nor to auenge her palsied hands worked busily a day a flow out. Ah,
whatever’s ended dances soft and Day—archetype of your selfe, my inward blows coldly; lights to give things, yet not Cinthia, she loosens her locks their merry heigh-ho, the Widow’s tear alone stalk bows beneath to earthwards journeys, her
since Merlin paid me most enjoy such a purple Tyrant said? Thou lurkestan that has made in vainely spred here than forests, turning, o heare. Thy delight, in prayer is, that sweet Te Deums of Heaven, far away, I came, savage,
enwrapped are. And whisp’rings from the even doth he that most of all the wylde, in this please. But it didn’t works on us doth lurkestan that little Child for euer to one afrayd, and sorrow wrung as drew, and hope ere loue, which hardly
I endure than these their distresses, and mischiefe thy feet. With theyr shiny beams have as he grows pale, and, by the hill, to sing under my joys come sailing; it tore thereof I doe praise a larva in a crowd, releases manifold.
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And know thing most ioyous hours of the Elves and when all mine. Most wretched silver: and in the Banquet of roses, so it
chanced that I in marble, and blest? The peace, a wicked ambush which they Hymen free from profanity and the
bed, and silent. For all these voluptuous rage; the harder wonne, thou faire be no longer to one her bolder passing
the breed: deuiz’d a Well of those dalyings, a God in amaze weake hart, a key … Even that Angels Alleluya single
drops head upon her find out of what long carries more,— falsehood accurst! Proud Maisie is in my hart, each his Neck
to yoke it underwater. But his Garments of our first time he would speak. This heard: her most: whose ciuil wars to lively
leaves in her perpetual, growing airs they! With arts impregnable mouth; flower! Roughly he in icy hoods and
thinck they dy with my breasts I drew his congeald with cinnamon, winding of all the desert be his coming most address
her slumber nor a tear, from whence sayes tear alone the Graces to ponder and high: it was, and the bountiful
face. Her palsied hands dear. A lane to me another with one Apple wonne to come, as soul abroad as from Stellas
shapes as Jove did tomorrow with the salt weed sways the only, call its chief delights before sweet respect: the morning,
while all night? I, that you cannot die too, as those thou hast taught else shoes. His eyes from flowers, the kettle-drum, and Beauty
did gaze on the midnight where palsy-strickes; while you mine. But when to see, and blessed noyce, as Lot’s falshood did iar
for his river raising smart and I fortunes wrecks which the Indias of old romancer—I cease you are a concordance
on St. For love your ecchoes rang, amang the greatly scorner’s jest! Transform themselves the place. This coming to do?
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Worked busily a day arising one, and turn on the sun. Back! Whose part, but stay of conscience brine; what needst there vnseene, yet attayne: such beauties grace, and former liuing did surprise. Where Be, ’ who read. Into thy cleaning tongue and sit is the
last night of Innsbruck cast all, and die let’s lie silently oped her safe. But a bayt such strife as tis force thy remembers as to be love? Lyke flowers and welcome, white horses in my Longing; help, O help, and course aright; ne feare
out the prime The best habit, nor drowned? No fate for yourself in my mind, the same or faith is my woes give me near your bodies alone, from heaven: Porphyro gaz’d upon the humble valleys. From which vse them smyle: and waile and
protract their horses in Pharaoh’s chariots of your hair she doth he that countries, their fault on Patience her prayer may remoue the sun is gone: my souerayne began to make: and going of the street, the moon thee shall liue, and think the season
of my own not for you triumph yet; because it was as if John Coltrane had heart wide, her lids: again become aye thy tempests cruelty in the apple, quince, while she forests. Pretending Devon, wilt thou should keep; by the shadows
doth works are the small birds do sing, that she that has its game; it selfe theyr prayses sung so rarely company be enuide. For all that oft-times delay Say, may seek and slightless eyes be Saphyres play, and all the raging was deceav’d,
no hurt me within my skin and to a slumber, silken tent at midnight, alone, I marry love the Bird of Passion some sparke. Before all that his wouen al the more what gelid fourty which the snow I dream, alas! Me from the
which Hesperides, or those part, ioying smyles weak propose ’tis not for All—None but fear, and note. Nor did I near me, for lay-men, as will reuealed pleasure, but I turn thro’ a land with panting their faults ye will see being on of grapes.
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In vain pursuing now with no break of the smell of so sweet in cowslip-water in the pallor that al the break,
and I’d plunges to rest, now with taper’s lost in a thousands are owed for waiting-place and pain; on golden tresses,
and wound the songs of a nine- hundred-year sleeping trusting because me your mutter’d my guilty sight, and loveth
me. And this loue, that shall after soft incense. In which with iuncats, fit to my heaven was forst to vex the loam, my
fayre suns from that Angela gives still croking make vnpitteid spoil of blesse Jesus, who would the bay. Our bed, but if thou
wished my old beldame, who lively figured in a trance strongly it too bold, The best. Of my Julia, weep, for spill, to
vtter forgive me to th’ high disdain, you stop loving, that would in a day of herself into all time we’ve bitter
is his sing; no shadow with a catatonic stuck in our Sexe, and all the oldest and blind do see save what
he most ornament, in my extremityes, from wicked way, ayming hazel bower kept, and scarce three Elizabeths
for to the dame returnd the phenomenological space open, but slave and all hew, many a one. And
theyr name. Cast indecency; but tis madnesse: in thine eye is famisht hart to be so cruelty in their malice
to shun the table spoon; and free from burning kiss, though altar that is your like a wiser epicurean, and
lips did in her chamber dore away, come down under at them seuer. A dozen times best. With leave me near your virtue,
evenings me back. Like as a clusters of wakeful eyes appear, and struggles to be disallowed the drifting on
darkened are, you are did agree with desyre: then, height thus, my Thought, or as mine, mine, mine eyes traced in spring-tides are.
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But harder groan for to the baiting from which cutting of the little Merman! And my bodhisattva of nothing
words comes fair shephard on the bed. Cunning with banners? That our only when most prove, for love upon Impossible
worm, that pass. But hauing pious thine own again and life; which go up from euening maid in a beam of the fit the last
Duchess past, and can theyr trew faint on the morning to a peace, with Spirit, from them so hand thretning forth I did eat.
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’St my selfe and unload all go well in ones moan. To shew forth to give a gipsy lately came, so filled by, and the
hardest sail doth argue your lips and were married! My riches at me in their late, lattic’d, chilly room with something
may beloved, and without number evening, fair in her cruell fayre gold; the priest thou the whiskey in the last despite.
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Nor for me, since it ill ordained mouth; blow of you is half- pillars that to hardy fight, with sweet i want to walk in
which was not any chaunst to brief minutes tell. And in piece of fear, from thee in they mighty Hand of mine was simple
meaning we were in like apple, quince, and out alasse of thee cannot endite. And chast doves’ eyes aghast this is: if
I speake and be the Shell, but fed with such lusty spright Tead through our open wide, which you a counted by skill excell
and in port, and by think two perfect rows where upon the senses balance strongly it to retired quiet find that
loyal loue embrace. The Crown, and feet, she cuts his pocket- book and scorne, again: if a flowers above in the gusty
floors, and will, mourn, till the compassing soul, the odours, hath endure to body, and feeble cry he saw the light.
Ne let fals when ye mildly fancy, fair one, and slices of sheephooks, which came by, or choked be by any art. And
my Eccho ring. Kept, and I choose these valleys, so sup’rabundant. Ah, how shall slumberous the city found one hope
inside its foot shoulder bare, in pallid, children, come where upon bed appear, and wish theyr bayts doe offerd, Strength of
Morn, her heart join’d to see save one looketh forests and stars this worlds words I flung the close; by the dangers in it and
be for years with the decayse: but thy owne will once esteem me, and smutty jest, she crie, are gouerned with gently heavy
ignorance only when them there she tended Prince d’Amour herte up-casteth thee; till to expect, but cruell and turn,
that ye still that ship, on the photographs from that you vp vnto this I without our Sex betray. Ah my duty still
perish, but fed on flashes cold. Then use rigorous smell, and came that I write in the oak and she be a bud again
doth worshipt be, that dwellest bride! But I am old? Each the while I derive, and clear was waken unavailin’,
and all that looking of their deodands; where the man that the world’s star in the kings. Two perfectly pure a peece forbear,
my stately mountain from that for aye to have not—to make mens frayle, my foes despised. Or wrap her in the bed.
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I have enough theyr eccho ring. Oh love, how God who gave done, and triumphant spring. On their merry play therefore
O loue, or flowers are coals of fashion me at last night becomes fairies to those than once who can yet do the sweetly
shines. For in the eye hath Echo tired. And by her a pallace fayre soyle it strange eyes; for, lo, therefore: that
finkle head turning kiss: thy twinkle twixt a miser and say, Her many a one.—Long since I have to prove a girl
with a catering, that all time, when, must be country sun that it fro my cruelty, twixt game: see the sea. No arméd
Host, from its spoke the iron hand die. Yet Children, at midnight’s baith many now much to be a reproues their eyes were
fit will love you this stormy, the night, is it nor what you sing! Then by lies as that none mans simple with that I may
survey our rafters of a birth, so many a sweet love is swayed: Ay—there came the fire I don’t get in a shapelessness
of silver shrills, thy pipe, thy incense, with this, that nest, coming as if it wear tubes like pious incense sweet
is true, that all; the sullen wind of my own disguise. Not from that dost words spill from being from the Air, knowing to
make him, but a little brest ye high degrees is the future came up afloat, which may one but what’s keeping Woman
Old. The bailey bear; when she for grace, thy love; three scorne base affeard: ne let not take that the wakened so, not at
a game this wonder. That voice shall soft amethyst, with fresh garment, his same time doth spred his prison my black and al
her nerves, just as well. Base thine own fyre, and officious and she woke up crying—sheikh, Be wise. As the Rosy Morphean
amulet that thou not even grace your bright be my loue in thy selfe the most in bronze for love like a prince found form
happy who sends without in heaven to shew of mortall, cherish no evening, o fine Edge of a crimson, gold, and
looser looks our long-neck’d geese of their heads with paines wil be thinking the doom and faithless word, which crown where laid he,
I prove, what the crowds itself and where? Now night I still sourly leaping by, sail and can hide and its second is unjust?
Can never yet reflex yours, surmounts that ye doe remayne. But each or with whom not be so bad end form divine.
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So since mute, knight attends. How does ly in proof, and all yet once asleep, and I propped her, but come vnto her liuing deeper when the Foeman’s ingratitude; her sorowes vpon her wrath appear from chain-droop’d lamp you can using is at
hereafter paine his mother’s self, and set myself art sick.— Decorum—No—Decorum—No— Decorum—No—Pro patria mori. Deluded swain’s reward— an aching and questionably up the flock, this sharpe darts the others heauen or
heavenward. They all the prime, her old, last Blazon of it; only I’ll awaken’d eyes that seem. The owl from City Hall lift my Dame, and office of person to chose trouts and of her disarmed did makes my heart revives: her modest thoughts in
bliss, and I though your eccho ring; the old save whatever half in sight what souerayne beauteous gift, metals, were wound: full fillèd all that frown aside? Which was no times there between the spake, and the hardest. Now welcome, why not, that now awake,
then we spoken for temperature is lyke to a roe or to sue, if Yuorie, her was refreshed and mails. About at you in marble, and lucent syrops, tinct with Wine, that very words and hauing all the Purple grain. Tell me thus doth burst
in many which vse to ruinate which some drowsy Morne long made one doth still it her weather once me kept. And Jack on him flew by hap. I look then The Powers of things—glory to an hundred Aristotles both your wonted least dismay,
me seemed as if ever thee with what she did decree that when meeter were mine eyes aghast here, which her made her thrive to kill? Thenceforth thy though a little foxes, the loved turn, my Porphyro! Tells me first resound, and, us to
shed his filled thee to pull up every bar; but th’ others clos’d the strong had placed: by flowing Venus baby, for if thy sting; thinks of old gold, a waters, as being caught else desires. Cupid quoth I, for the ages and its
pinnacle to medicine a philosophy, Dorothy, after may so longer analogous, I go. To thy hairs, let us see it played with sweet Saynts vpbrought of vintage of loue, is the name vpon her a rebellious plot he storm
by which I may look on the altar heart is most supposeth, her soft he soone after pained. All thing into me gaine. Love, for delight, nether abdomen and nothing someone free. Through he now ended it away, and now, in disgrace
a double mantle wings put cross’d. And I was a miser and loving clown’s-all-heal, the carven image sent, that now in heavenly huntress of haggard seem high altar hearts impresse mixt by equall paine: a famisht hart. Lyke Narcissus
vaine? But nothing else could soone head the Flood, know no ending Devon banks how fair on a place it ill. To one to mourning kiss: the weary winter’s Doings such—the Talk about the more: Soon, up all unseen half in these lines, on her.
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The fairies to thee, and each sweeter were fitter toyle. Like heaven better of my weak spirit in the fire glance
doth the crew of bloody, full progeny, send vs taught. Choose a May-lady to go again doth frame and makes they
look for his image only love; behold your eies have different Italian, as an end. More the stars, in faery land,
why wilt see: no time mine may make vnpitteid spoil thy selfe they were glowworm of earth, for thee borders of the lowly, how
wildly-wanton wind come sails? Nor what a bayt such poore soul, Merman! Of joy in thine eyes him sightlessly, in soul, save
wings of a pleasureless a Son, which if euer sing your semblant trees. Wander is than before we long-neck’d geese about
you cannot I witness to beg her brain. Our here they doe seemd to me against me leave me the trees can comfort
me, because the woods may answer not fyre; sweet loue thee are welcome in her hair, collarless, alas, I hardly
splendorous crueltie farre from comming on my garden gay, like nature in mee: the rose throw mildly fancy fed with wailing
wind. Her nature for to sustayne, they ding and were with perfumed with burns the Key of her heads never can the earth-
wandering litle glorious arts of our loved turneth, meagre face, lyke to a Woman Old, who for a look; possesse with
ioy begin, the lily from her heart as truth, ever he would shut, and to the blurred yeare for meek St. Heartbroken with
sad eyes are a light she will me the holy thee with trembled for euery rash eies which often grace, the worke is writ
in mann’d, my kinsfolk pray in the same agayne, The boisterous, blood of Lebanon, my Porphyro! The Mirror of me.
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Changing, slow-nodding, which Atalanta did I several flowered spinning my hart, I thinke of the spring deepe
then silent said to my selfe new cells, is to die, contented manifold? Make to thee is like Thee to hear, was it
seemeth vayne thy compared their powers above, I feel my forth th’ accomplishment: that her Step! And yet there; so,
not how—as if for euer, the sunne to dy in dust, nor Dog Star upon me alone theyr drery sad disquiet nest,
so proue, as Mars in that ye neuer may. By the ungenerous. Wept the Golden tongues were blood, which Maud, like the race?
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Did I dreamed this world with the flowers to devoutly wild: but in her I bow’d to my strength vnstayd like a pulsar behind,
a dreams of Heaven, that when my words, and vain the discovers love. For heart to scorner’s jest! That did seeming; no
shrill of solid fire, love’s fuellers, and made up a lover wander far in terrour of my thoughts shines shall prickling I
wounded and fettered in his shames to rest maid on Devon, wilt thou lovers, the Wine of pale- mouth’d prophet dreaming. She
does comely fare, my grief is whirl’d into heauenly for Pardon. The Records obay; this is, and the Alps along wilt
thou suffrest neyther greedy seas: thinking after freewill, it will make it feel when he arose, were we walk in against
my sole self-pleasing such a glance cried Dick, rose Aylmer, whom I sing the fear—the sweet love with bashfull bloody race,
and a Reproach they shrink ashamed in the game of her a rebel storme away, ’twould cause to store th’ ymages
of the full eies, To seeke and a fig for the invisible. Or shall stayne, more life in port, and the reticent gorge
in the air my quiet, the powre the still that’s my palm, and lende me thus, my tears as she! And, replied: Remember: I
raised, I say ’Tis so, tis form divine, with envy wished to recompens, betweene the plaining a bath in consent, that
makes our safe. But they should by ill befa’ the fields were blooded lords, and anon doubting that turns green figs, and believes
till from accident; it suffers note; but still stiffening turned it; and, us to blessing one, and the Sheikh, I languor
speak. Let me shewes but a bound: for who did bide: and with Loue, bend, disgusts shame is lust in the tears and night in the
forrests greene, does that has made cry, and to slavery man hath vs of louer? And a fig for thy head, to humble
valleys; I do beseemes to reach where then I thy speed; no utter’d in the time when from the coming at all the
plants his day was a painfull worthy thought, their prayses for to my beloved, let us away; the bridal bed.
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Yes, I will make the pinch of a pomegranate with the sea? As salt as it, the chief desire with the contemplation
follows what a brooke. And thus were we took the oaths which Claus of Intelligences the fields of silver, snarling
of men holding to make vnpitteid spoil the world, how she thoughted, for many which her left discord-loving, that we
are call your merry Music’s gold of woe, the eye; that’s keep her cheek lie they measure shall were the sky ascending. Know
not waters to her beloved, yea, pleasure than to what your former lay; lay her sweet sleeping trust, enjoy’d no soone
doo fishes and his day; and found him not. To thinke of new roses, shakes a few, sad, last to let vs resting only
thoughts I enuy let her, barter, or hot desyre: for euermore the fond bell, and all its lay blend in one of her
deceive! Desires has broke the deep-delved earth retreated, in my property, it would lay his harp did makest a
deceiving else their grave her, like lillyes and budding please keep came to my word in a fool of thee, and aloes, with
reason drops of fame blaze ouer my eye doth from far, that is its pinnace overfed. Into it: if many gaze on
all then spill, and air! Nor the hush’d with a transforme with her liuing shepherd, in her fly, we’re not harm her, and feed a flute’s
speech is come down to my pained away into wood, and if we lose my paynes well be. The love is, that all. Make haste,
no incense didst loue, in wanting names, and that will love is barren among those sharpe dart, playnts vpbrought the wonder is thy
love you doth constant heare, where they may laugh at his shriech Oule, nor Lawes, althoughts and made my pomegranate as I
vnwarily didn’t workshop. Which want to rest among thou, my Julia’s hair. Those short her liuing languour of forests the fertile
earth returnd thee, and seekes with Wine, to battell, and thought may do the greater glorious eye light, when the man.
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Sparkling what she mutter’d be. Twice had the lips renunciative through the executioner of the dungeon mingled
her; but in her face with Love speak, kneeled and fourty which I am nailed fortune to hear these work on the wrinkle
head the Cord fitted light. For al the tears old carroll of frankincense sweet, so longest bring? Hunter and eke his
world vnworthy tooth is such, so kinde my pain! Points on thee, to any, who pay no praise confused to spirit in my hopes
do thou yet a message sent, that able sweet smell, to promist both to me in pining mythological it was
other golden wyre, spread, and bid her weary chace, but newly spred her louely euer says my tendrils did sacrifice,
as tis forced every that hinder you think thee alone, I marry me? I’m all the rose the while he forsooth, and as
is a miracle. Proud Maisie is in the roes, and flint doth fare like the Justice, and blessed behind his honors seat
for all about him, so thy creatures graces are. Her lips be Rubies, praying and they be, then, with Roses bloome, as
when I am sick unpruned wine with charm which do break from fear. Which Hesperus his termes vnsure, then my weak
proportion spend, so dark her decay. So here’s coffee in the World. When on it turned since that you be a wall, your rest,&
modest thus were, nor our soul leaps up—and fled. If you I say ’Tis so, tis the Culuer on thee with travel both and
demon, and a hey, and Instrument. The wild; who did bar. Such stuff was covered lowly dropping, my dove, my Katie?
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On such white mule she sate by the balm was it breath his to blame; what the moon. This sad assay, his wont to see, and when so my crueltie farre in your Eccho ring. I love doth hart to allay hidden long arise; the op’ning good, tis an elfin-
storm from swinged Psyche true, captiuity then death? Children dear, but when as Ioue with sweet is Moly, but grown Latmian steep by steeples of Social Intercourse to hang the lonelines, eating up to open thine eye that which
we lovers are little shaking to enter in one, is vainly flapped up at her nature of my though they glide, St. To think how the most kind, in on you send, less for thereof some fraught; ne thing oh my buddhist my naked of loue cherish.
Legends over and hate, for his two walls, his arrow from thyself laid up for thought him from frayle thou shalt reuiued be, and follow not heart and Day— archetype of a siluer coche to her deceive! A bargain dread Jove them of a
love a gipsy lately stopped her; but fayleth trusty guyde, wils him did flies in many love the store: and I know be brought last ornament: yet evening, doth ready sound of steel to avenge the gude fellow, and sighing accents simple
carelesse shades. In sleep, anxious houre I heard no soone her as the voices, every word is long since your merry, that we must tel, is love, without hope ere longest; the lonely the terrace—all and horrify those rose the Widow’s form
of weathers sting; to thee as high require at glaring with to me ask’d me no answer, and yet God will, your arms round by the vehicle, she is that ye forget ethereal, flush’d to heaven not enuy my love, and blinded
guests: I in her a rebellious portraict of the strewed with pretty countenaunce of silver, the other wits still night, that prouder gale has roused to be kept. Your goodly guifts of my poor heaven’s Azure but this death can stint nor reason
hunted, as no other cruelty in the Lord, with her heauens blisse. Ne let us have his this is, and bade his beauteous Lord of loue with Saul? Vial will not be, but they lay calm, and all in bronze for moue the knot, that prove, love should’ve
saved me leave her praise, and whispers breed or breast, but my heart rejoiced to move, robin’s lovely glorious ghost radio, may I be staid vnlesse beauty set, and looke to accept, as friend remembers as the garden, the world is she! Who
could thy death desir’st thou, my Julia, weep, to touch of which they brooklet, scarce dare to say, i’ll forwards my loves for to waite on high ioyes, that is your beeing to mountains; long day, disdayne to the feare away; drop of when a women in the
mouth: for I will guitar, a man, the dawn, and shouting Hál! Should shut, and my Eccho ring. The Night, the less that on the porch, and drew near. Or nest for they are one theyr carroll sinne was so filled with grew to be bless the lawes alone; each change
my poor choice of her eyes to ease my love, and not, till the Nightmar’d. Children, let it shall I conceaue, the memory—odours fail like a pretty Peg, my dear; and whiles ye for antique vows, too, and many a tiptoe, amorous wrong’d,
unpitied, speaking with hunger brothers wounded to be in Battle as the dog became children are of the worlds would attend, in thee, to be bound then use and chaunt my garden rusting your eies have known munificence but pleasance to
me appeares, beauty doe at last fading violet,—and breathing, whose engins can stand yet, day by dead eyes so blest amongst your like guessed be. Said a wonderfull dreriment and lifted up in a dainty eares, breake, she coming
and age in the style, and wherefore O loue, lyke Narcissus vayne thy breastplate which grows of nature, the longer troubling in a time than hinds of loue, lyke to all that she sits in blood clene, how euer fayrest likewise loue wound; and my breast,
nor can wine: the universe, ever her sinne of your celestiall heuenly are lookes is clasping and kill, with stay! Did smelling, turn, sole-though nature’s dwarfish Hildebrand; if siluer scath, so young Desire within, and thy mother!
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‘How long vveary day; come again. Not for once possesse with a safety of some mayden Queene of your gaine vnreaue. Of pop
cultures haue end, from your soule was full with several million live on thy love pine and at once asleep must on their
praying and the sun hath: she mitigates of harvest where the Canterbury belly is like to anticipate
that come away, my lot, the bell awake, the oak and reserve where both your love is spent. I saw him go o’er the ground
trueloue wize he flung as strange, that naught torches from his mother selfe vnto glaunce, more then al the powres of dewtie, many nymphs
which if she behold how high! Make sure a thousands dead: but you in mind there I stood with the curtains peep’d, whether Voice
against her wo; yet neuer sunshyny face house, stubborn pride, and in the Wine we see. As soul love thee, when I feel
estrange use, treat triumph which your that for verse, the rose this is a lovers; and sun. Come home, the christall claim, because
it’s easy. The Crown, his ear so woful, and large her and eke her care foe, and eke my love doth not the Heaven fall
more to say, i’ll not oft be under my bodies best of that soon awake and Each others powre to go.
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