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skyscratch-wc · 4 months ago
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Roamers
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Roamers wander beyond the shire territories, searching for resources or simply scouting so that the shires can learn more about the world they inhabit. They also go throughout the territory, replenishing the artisans' and physicians' supplies.
Roamers are some of the most knowledgeable cats when it comes to those living beyond shire territories. They are familiar with multiple cat dialects (some can even speak dog, fox, etc.) and generally have friends and connections beyond the shires. They use these connections to develop alliances or trade relationships with outsider groups. This is how the shires get their paws on cloth, a very valuable material for artisans and physicians (used for blankets, bandages, etc).
Roamers spend a large amount of their time traveling, often times being gone for weeks. Because of this, they tend not to take mates or to only mate within their rank. It is also not unheard of for roamers to take outsider mates (this is actually quite common, but it is an unspoken rule within the roamers to not bring this up as much back home, since it is sometimes received poorly by shire leadership). If an outsider or outsider kittens join a shire, it is very likely they are the mate and/or kits of a roamer.
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libidomechanica · 2 months ago
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Untitled Poem # 13428
A ballad sequence
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May turned to-day what in the churl.     With my rude an instead of murdered and loue does Betty     pain, no happy againe most off begetter some men is     his shall encreased; he
this, and let his death! Man islands     to over will back doth bend your and at his was asses.     He many mount the mazie the full swell, which spirit vexes,     our mind. Though, or seeketh
no consolate, where walls, if     that we’re lass with you milk homestead: but fed on be so my     sire, they be, but one conuay, while places—the wee that     dreadfull of these forth
eternal Sun’s deceits, and die from     whats that is speculating trim; how rough strange, nor to ride     a sing,&thing spring of poetry, and ever bit at     yon garded long, as niggard,
with her is I will place beauty     doe was been hand ugly, where hates in my thou didst though     thy tongue that Johnny, Johnny and the Lascivious path     a clank’d without a surface-
eyes that while shame. Shall by night     hart, sits, luncheons Thought she sate his just had seized on, ere loue.     The solemnly then these lillyes, and those very shall     pastoral hills. The proper
trance—that shine with rigour, which if     so was glass wi’ a tocher; point contrary; but loth to     fade, when I do not the light. At my sire, this veins; long     fast face, would died; demur:
and in thou go with delighten     first apples dimly burr at the and silent and long hath     do, not bee-like. Your loving against some yet. Decides I     was fond of their spears and
came. So now can be happy hath     beating of the eies heard to this knew not much as he take     a man, but after fire ere fold like to take no woman     saw me sweet sorrowes
sauing run, the deluging thence for     Gothic chicketh not you would speld. Again the last I grieve,     being as the King with pain, he deeply the graunt some take     her curving her my truth
any thinking as I drew much     groome-flowres doth pure fine can moan? My finger, ’ a few, while     I then no more doing at speaking his wide,—not death to     ride, and their image you
will increace, will be her to roam     woo’d an Anthea, when you none only wize his horse, he     delighten for dam’s tears that I do call’d him stretched in a     true! In another true.—
Within peacocks that dream, yet war:     lest folly: and a prison to grow very presence I     am, and saturn. She westlin with good he through hidden     a serpents to be pray.
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Let me when at level, the message     left the blood. Doth bulk, thy pain heart. Of such as one oughts     are seized with fury had
bagg’d with quia important she same,     the wife to a pillow us not love on his own repelled     with all contests to
her pass’d—of sorrowing Venus     battry more Shakspear’d tryed vp to Christendom. And vnkind of     duets and let me to
shamed food. But, no come! The dazzled     bits are be true lou’d likewise, during all. Oft when shake is     not word she doth seeming
for looke loue lyke assay, but to     blamed, all forgotten had made, than Phoebus cunctis eternize,     both windy jest, and
watch’d from our both such would die soon,     By this he noble tumbling, but always singled will     quality, and the has pass
the heaven her head and he man,     and game: the law would raise twilight Entering as this love     the country pleasure, is
vaine to say I write. With her kinds,     that tel, and dy before me mine to be all her the friend.     Taste assurance what their
cashier with out little mind, it’s     not worthy to the Spouse be all the bright, in statues reares,     the look, or an hour
wish to put accord, nor dispose,     I’ll board, that would I lose me frownes you, unmarried; demure     wild Boreas’ harsh grow
of all pray. Erring light do it     so well she direct your best, yellow the long expires,     loe mynds decay, me shadows
befalling ran, not onely     in the town: though some was exclaim, or brest be conuersation,—     doe common lights,
to thinck thy retired so; but pure     sparkling shall delight honor: great prospect, what tree, as     the moon, dragging fyre, the
body ought iudge approach the live     o’er and what the Black rode, nor in terms of foul proue. Who bids     he rest who knew that we’re
doing! Ah wretched by thinke turn     for part, the bow’d: I bow’d wall are solar system t is     it to feel said, pass three—
a dismay; perhaps with made. My     flitting and to enterest in Venus friends their hall state,     agayne those than a wild
speake, breath’s Gordialls an unseen a     trice from the first and contentment beams that a tin her brow,     till about that Johnny!
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And Juan, we moon is on soft     illusion, whose sap is a manger ye theyr meed, as I wanted     maids in merciless
he rest. Provoked, living Lochaber     bar whose my simple of richest to beguilefull     yre where young bright dride, and
every green by we’llsay not to     your controve fair Geneura, with dogs and then for ambition;     sometimes the woodman
smoke it cannot to heard; at speak,     I do heart. And market to spilling reefs. Began: My lads:     bound, to thinke amiss. My
spiritual bliss, life his piteous     more proper plate Augur merry pledge my since—in you, a     million years an’ few female
kind, she should no state thee, that     pitty taken to her pony’s will. If those here, or, if     at sublime to plight before
stately sans chosen stood stand     obedient him them our new loue; and adorne of ioy,     tho’ the lists we name; he
repulses place and with the mark     of their changes, for his hoary face, and break my love in     a rout of king for dead:
that had drizling flames leave to me     gaue, while fan be surgery, that cloak from hill my loue: and     is on the would Love’s despite,
and like those, all back: thing streaming     at stept, too farewell. That must be those leaves are come! What     when I’m too excellent
should bequeathe? I like youth, immortal     seas to rather happier depart, and many a     merely since with the
modestly clashed after fall. Or pledge’s     poore Night parade to common brotherbs, was raysed. Or     form a state asylum,
I ate your iron his care thralled     Miriam anxious thine in the duke or spur, the church     lay that kissing, support
my bright, and weare as once decide,     according in moue hath kisses of my dayes I heart i     carried at all lies; other,
her bloody Frenchman! Says is     one wilbe moou’d coax a vassals of his joyed of such as he     shows; I water you, more
change my blossom of art roll doth     disdayned: who know turned to befell in blood. But this defence:     i like me are more.
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In shore, whereafter long freewill, to solitary     Child, I say tis master, thou for now a wander a joyous thou, ’ said her seems now     hair twixt. In my own; unless cleare drawes
the loaded by Love at a persuade, one fit     for the effort poor some or wine and from their glory state with any changed fool, he cascade     that wealth, and connection light to
dislodge thy paine approved by thinner off for ill,     the bride? And likes that might is the Spouses were her dead, sweetestablish’d be fifty, that     in us, whom I love. Therein none.
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Each more—methings and day, ye village     supple, scribe, in a clouds better mind by whip or while     and the shows about much
grows a deserts of the vision,     then your elbows, one other, and then on earth the grass grewe,     before to all the scorch
with is return’d all that father’s     checkmate, thus to underness three useful dreadful things, pregnant     within the whole each
looked out of his tired, but     wonderful, monstrayne. A white for honny. Doth your guile cried some     grotto were soon but whome
among, to me? Heard at last not     so far intellection aid, through Betty fret? Let me the     make one glance sheep a sheepe,
and joined neuer now the beauty’s     gone another’s ocean. I thou, like a biochemical     display’d with even
the destroy. The nearby morning,     and silentle turned the was so free not when I felt so     late disdayne, and who now
I reach other, a gleam luridly.     Tis fiery seen Why will, and rounded darknesse lustrous     eyes gives usher merely
that’s call this was in views to     be reveale. Her plays and smooth strings to ken, his rebell     board, and vaine but hauing streight,
like Tom was time it upon his     stern word she, as if thee before they said did Loues be     Saphyres plant Princessary
thrown, then I begonne, thereon     haue too, up the other; which themselues did persons doe     as mine, and now is
charmingle saucepan she lest unknown,     or wide. Then retires, and maker nest unfair, like then he     wallet the time, shoot of
his layd, and the ground, for stars be     thy stay till I have so fires family physics, both poetess,     which him pensiueness layd
by persist me, with forests, long     eulogy of mindes recedes and married, unties he     seal it into you; of
these tears as romance slewed with     me in the secretly his pardon, I ate years and place,     all liars blaze the green;
thy eyes: her may spy then round thy     loved to haue purpose hold of heaven that beam in secrets     were or pine and sanction.
Whispers on the moon hasten rolled     time and breed. Me, and little flocks, as closed, upon an earth’s     eternal—speak without
ask the kiss’d: as weale; and also     that our selfe to universation me in the mouth     to the last flying old.
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’ Both flounded without in her tears;     and shoot shewe no woman- kind the tormented mode be     professionate for my true like her locks with doth his write next     long-settled sorry. Red
with persons the worlds rarely more     the fayth dogs and to be he from dull pass his Highland their     face-clothed with laught shalt within? The sun; the vapour? Take a     cold flow’r, and they should be
done, as in the yeares vntymely     part: till pryde: als of dream of which descent London, you     him streams, glimmering I under orphan shoot gaily labours’     time, and made wives. Of
my love’s voice back return. Riches     may hair it green-grown her mind yon rose impling respecially     reason still: I haue praise her terrour owner horror     sorts beyond my griefs to
flatter; remember double the     as pole find. Need not I bred. By skill my paint remote; warm     in its better; or, thou are to this made transubstant poured     answering the worser
started joys the Flood, toot! And the     craggie Oke, and foreigned, t’ atchyue allure melodrame. Is     works overthrowing eye? The tax’d but not hold my Julia     late hearth; for grapes, is, the
king out frae they seemeth vayne. Not     so much, and rack off as gaping always what you’llchoose sacred     veil I saw me like a wedding those still thine one nearer     thee; and bodies. When
her self-example Doves, my life:     the Lee things belief in parts in the morn, upon eye, then     sits, seeke her as a stroke offering if I call the first, one     beams like to thee all the
scorn, not the sun; the righten and     lassie, O. Beware; wishing stately Walnut tresses and     the said his pass me poor; the languished pretence may like a     state things, sunk: tis on from
eating horse, and fright for all the     most design monastern, Child, when I vent; for foes. Fair to     the who gather troth appear the lost fault was kind as sure     pretended. For though now
shouting’s ear that the Blues, thrice happen’d     never what a please, and to the doom and be thou God     with care: dew to apprehending soules for heroes hardned     it can hours within a
conspire? From all argument.     Of hurtline is lip, gorgonised her platest say which     you in their earth bugs is a loue shore, let kiss; the seen the     moonlight: Good match’d the washed
the head of will. Your cried: a     generally is be peace of courselves and faire. But loved, the     last reliefe vayne with which beleeued my fraile fail, were tract     on you oftentiment,
for fear no fair can let not hear,     not as my silence I sings command; he resign through or     eare everywhere held heale, that in the you be done, their     own shew them in the stone-
Henge upon her sweets, or two; and     as if ye prove by a fiend suspensed his ransom, cold:     thought of the devout with all beasts thermometer the great     home, the flew wide of gall.
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Door with my knees him taken for     ratify a biochemical distill, Ah me, after     with the bare bulb soften
slowly the Prince—we plain touching,     which was worthless nam’d, I’ve great pride dishonor an Hermo     never changed neuer
inter so lucky plaints flowers!     The of baby, for weake immoral scratchyue all to her     hastity return! Me kind,
her forth forelock has lost both     fear: her pitch doth bloom, a rain, and shore, with they’d stand, you had     brough all pensive for an
hardly rude enought full stayre only     that wont started joys depart, the town she had expresses     pours and morbidden
most dainty well—all day. Yet its     own, and the sudden us! Sucked fire is not mantle leaue     ladies’ eyes make my side.
Beneath, our land, and champagne angry     gentle these more at least affair longer in many     age and graces, and sting
a down over sadly perhaps     that knows number door, and gone, that ye she leaue ye place, like     the gold bursting the bride
give in vaine, by all the touches     tied, father gown; the grass through conclude my bodies country     gentlemen more to the
precautious hew: suspense can that     if its tip gum, pungentle wheels. Him wait till desolate     guess; and was sick which, when
I am, and adornd with flowers     cause we were even Sleepe and horsements of poppy     from then shame over all?
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Or his death! For all weary change,     that disguise, no cravat staies, and of the quyre of us     waking, and she siege by
one love seemed to sharp I answered     arre. Can I sigh o’er throughly her eyes lyke dead: and warm. Appear!     The best fa’ the strike
heart, I won’t dyed purer saw, you     die impossibile. To all—which string moon be purple     screeches it gets to aid
he now that midnights with diuersly     my loue, my one, in her nestless wounde? That home, cried Henry     wags to mine and pray’rs newblown
begin, and without demand     she alone, and when I sittes to fair above, enlarge     ring, while esquired oak
she light and ever-musing,     hearkenesse: som head beggar they leap, and ne’er beauty’s heavy     head, where them. A bachelor,
when from these I no less fancies     back: their renew, and rough they needeth you your might—and a     loved by they did lere. Have
seen; with dread any, that Earth reels,     that largest own, and with fears as this iron to other     since him in her lo’e beset
with,—’Damn your priest what crown Hebe     of fix’d my years mix’d so bad and with his flies, the Bridegrooms     and shrinking offend.
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Said, and man and the Crow him down     in a red long long—tell; perhaps, and tide rolls an undred     each others rising mouth.
Both features of grudging little     palsy shadows were slumber’s voice singing much we doorway,     away thro’ Nature. Those
his ease to you. And exorcised     to breech we in land of citizens out of cloudes     hastilian? Thy beauty
bought blared in defiaunce, came in its     shadowy land, sdeath all of deadly sits radiant lucus     friends: and arm, he display,
to waned into it. So sweet i     wanton with me down to cleave the walls of the really when,     that thy station mind by
nature yield. And graceful, and heard,     and faith, our fools permanent and to say tis such your rich,     disdain—do all his High
time of her so touch I do in     my made and quietst iudgments of thy beauties see thinke nor cloud,     which way to touch haunt as
we will did her sighs to the slave,     nor her with faint of their name in his blue. Whose pressing that     huge trees. The door flocking
a harder if he harm my female     evening, in silent horse of one; for to she carelesse     glory struck my fray,
with my cheerful, tender, yf please     than green Erin, ’ which heuenly first living brisk of some to     me,&moderates refin’d
there are all try, but would I griefs,     and bringing and all the bud of goldenrod glowed you say:     backward the Contine: and
put him the motion old-worlds glory     gates, that when the will the danger, her planet is the     come againe. To Cyrus
hie, flying the conspicuous     sitting round broad with envy heaven sae near who like     miseryes. Ever and weep—
while proudest ymage of light, or     superstition. Like that vnkindness walls! And Spartan brough this     vestall to the was ray.
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Dread and knew not leisure though they     pleasaunce, and want of new, or thee, Alma Venus, who was     wont to flowers. One to
grawnt me from that, wo is my sight.     Warm in dare not long, witch! Soul between; but shadowes sae     sleeps, and one love a Heaven.
Chance; other thought t’encreased     you cannot but after the beares, threw and yet greet a     cup of woman! From base?
For in the store in her boldly     left behold the orbs between English ever stubborn, till     sad tears, where was ne’erthelesse
here, is hat oft perforce, beeing     is horsebacke vnto Rose, full in her hardens all the very     splintelling devil
streams with sweetheart wit has of     individe it before he last overty destined that had     green both ev’ry beasts I
se and mask’d her obay, the     was to be they through looked the breathers. As Dians who sniff at     meanes the this kissing
their wisdom to languishing air     ball and without anothers; and leaved and batter; or     two, as pastorative
commodiously i’m guessing oars:     now is checkmate, and brazen from eighty kindlier my loue     the this on soldier, or
none regarden oft for a thoughts     and over wintrye aged men in a rock, this neither. And     out touched euery stand up
while the hynd: her be a deare, whose     babe-faced to show weighed, to finds of right? Who must but give the     appeare. Ah, what a columned
by oaths herself extremely     graces might this pony that threats on him, and they proved in     the poets and thou will?
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Doe your immortality than     to be by giuing lost theirs beat make her for here are night to     send the deserts our tempest
savour of thou dost resolve,     and quickly: not for now all then, and snaw; but came: new him:     one simple of your sad
plight abodes came, those two people     with not valleys. Beare: a beak and another, when the     families the feele thus
God, and go but want your fairer,     those which for then in the streen. To graunt, the bittering and     quaintains. That worse, were for
my quires since I set her; the     question, the e’en rise! The steal the victims as wealthy child,     I am gone of your
Johnny soul of earth any present     pieces of wilds, or a close ten time, have a wise a     noble set but for ears,
lest Glory inke the room and worse     from the ride that is to turn, wi’ right grotto where still, allure:     dew decke doth beef and
dear, none likes her on the merely     know it a vapours glowing new: noughts to peruse, turpin’s     wish till it in shone, dream,
I with lend, and truth: and fill? Of     all for thing strength our husbands use, that we seen. However,     her formal, an evening.
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So my way, the billow, and the     into so hard heart, and store five, chance; or has spirit! What     paster of mischiefe print or This? The street to listlesse is     not as gave universide appear! But that hauing high, sdeath     one beat. Zigzag tower
that Grace is looks the far nor mothers     broke her owne steps thrise in the more and prayses faint to     might paradice: tread to thralled without breeze enought with     that to take beauties she wiles shows; I watches give shalt find     is! Whether goodly could
bay and tell exactly him whom     to clime, and the rapidity of they were mishap—but     red-ribb’d him out of his plains darkened a delightes, and     talk’d on the purposeth, or change song’s right of lope, of us     with many a
miraculous eyes and no unlikely     thy sweetestablish’d, she is not blither worse of tempteth     me, thy summer on the truth and peace to plenty year     him from the morn this worlds of vintage! Waking splendours, mine.     Which she tossing, is couple
those, that me to mee. Groves sake     to itself the world of private, and happy few or most     of inconstant to plenishing seems I fancy fed on     each amiable a harm of filthy regions and long-     while I lose there. Could haue
ye are me from more exylde lords     with,—’Damn youth, I care: to existendom. That wanton winds     is, and dignity, and with poet is though he that man,     war would prest, peere, those, which you not so had gone, dream with slept     with true passage was a
sombre husband when I thing, and more     be pieces shed. And Look you! Had she, what would I lookes:     thy life o’ mine was à- la-mort, and far the fiery-     short, he riding hope to the old or down into it. Therefore     the newest was
operatures, yet at this     dissolu’d the Fathere be they bliss the neither, why I cannot     tell us to slayne, what happy there than seuer; no more     Shakspears to Pan thy silly Man universe she turn the     light: and that skill in your
carest thou usest. With pity     now can and forepast to say she spight to be call beaten     roll, such graced; that level at beautie, and arrowes, ilk     spright a lies like I hear each pride, tho’ I fancy her     messenger of her. Or with
a tin her she, as if one; ten     times his friendly the stumbled mine’s mint, and very loue him,     to tie an to pretious, but, like a still: there shall joint door.     Is not of courselves that before state, and far, go from     their defectioneerer,
thought be took into they promis’d     these time, half a tune, to none like ocean. Confess; truly     worth in my Muse’s corpse forth thy cheek. Dear horse-man ghost be     turn to rules my love in state the stars, and I, my lips to     ken, not refuse: daughter.
I said, and long. And enticipated;     beneath awhit; a spirit borne to mattery,     or seek or the night’s pudding nigher sport. With may launce that     once a winsome of am’rous in think so: for though the wish     think it in yourself! Part
sick, and by that from the first applyed.     Or shoes in the door she word is not to belabour,     burrowes both serene air stars a Cage; beware; and hint, bore     death. With two sounded with choise I needs at once esteem’d to     hands his life, redeem out,
who is heaven we fairy guest,     let Betty’s go said, everywhere fond heard,—and lay, Dear guess     the maiden, that timely dearer that he invention, talk     for me, is, that moment enormous dear sweet breast so stung     tithes, while that new; now
window—and her, where I haue was     before then she house to answer then cloud will break my love.     The queen a tear. Now I of melancholy; the voice, who     puff your cash comforts be, the death dogs and my ever was     through the nor to doth
neithering the words, who can I die,     some faire. As stand fright be contrive; of liars as well from     Porting for the greated, resort. And now when I say, whose     holier presence, or brains in part; the echoes, and the     heavenly face: now its.
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Oft didn’t know even Sleepe, and bring     your sex desire, but lives and joys and characters and     tryed vp to Charing—whose
very t was ne’er got up erect     it is loud of these emptied to them not, what is not     know? With the mote it long-
sound his morning of night: and spoile.     Into a some some sixth years not at our song of death     one where are no such as
merely kisses? Entering of     th’ executor to obey. He bedroom and taketh     nought hand, neither dress—
terms of there less doing to me.     Power they sledge; and upon eyes; ye sorted: I meanwhile     Sweet sculler? Are all then
alone content. The talked, would seeing     poet, or for think thou abuses have punished by     thy dead: that more I scorn
and saw Ilion? I wake—no more     detail’d calm or pride and spot what—and one tenderness ways     to they might was precautious
Englishwoman: your tended     out or blest. In who did remayne, in bids his dodging at     time, O; but disting all,
on which Atalanta did     agreedily read my gusts a day, if she came moves in herself;     their spendency too.
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On thinks her said her face an     illegal force thy sake, of day: attender; how a poets,     Man in honour love, yea
words youth; while far away, yet drink     to be the child! Friar, And all Exchequer changed forlorn     worthy to the move seen
Napoleon that is neighbour, one     man doorway, as the plight is would cheat tear into rhyme. And     Mars and no death, ceruse;
which more life? The glow: the footstoole     human, and with fancy her to tie an that you speake     for in his debt unsunk,
yet shine; but as magic casements,     pitiful face she, thro’ Nature to save to vtter seen     Love the nigh their in your
virtue the sky, whether than I.     Floats had He that’s not choleric and king on men, as our     selfe shrinking in my Glasse:
such art more the constrous woods on     to our when, if not curbs. For whether images and hollow,     folly: and sew to
amazement to grope forgot.—I     may i touch think the bride: was homages but self-example     prophesy in you
that else folded proudlier: for they     well do my frayle color. The world from more the earth the     shall clenched with my breath. Like
anew: something us, and cold     revealed for shadows in them, madmen my heart; nest may his     death. Says Rose translated
vesture, go call the artfu’ wiles     when amorous sight, as those constance, all my hart. In some     laurels’ patter make an
in the rest of smiling the Bath     Guide-book’s pray had made; difference to finding when on here’s     my sun the really to
this mountaine, which where is from him     pale, a pleasance them all the sea. And sudden make from labour,     water, may breast. Each
accoumpts my placed: and noble mote     perforce, believe souls immortality! Asylum, I     am so frequestion’s
groanings of sovereigneth other     to a better halfe forgoer too, or she almight to     the modern Ancient heat?
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The same A day after Colin     his spirit oughts and by change adventure him take the red-     hot iron a kiddy
upon the rustlin wings ratherine     is always so diuine armour in boyling wheels my dear     it moved his shall abide,
and were and other idiot     boy. And displayd, if we fellows, or hath may one—in these?     And thence frost in my God!
Is it her in that no mean infant     rings breaks, and the pool; for it they needs late asylum,     I am cautious gray
of your self-defend. In which to     young worn to watch’d this legs, oh! My verse she: man formes, the     brazen from the can counsel
rumble-bee. And takes me by     that die; and drew: and wisest jewels, stood old, the gross bellious     more soyle, and mouths divine,
then oft behind. What was upon     the snowy bankindness clene walks from the blow the truth;     at sixth years, those more I
climb, as so earth to strong you the     bondages former wit had heart stood. I ledde, tho’ evening,     is it, who groand! May like
running; oh me! Both by an are     shown; his glorious babe- faced that beneath. But one and ever     answer, independs
and I. Our of right banqueteers     with more and dispose, as thunder. Our soul is back: the host     the moon haue I would, in
then as too ripe heartbeat with pity     move in humble-bee. She is long mouth; at least kiss’d: comes     to lose in first appear’d
outlet the Grenvilles? As in     truths which other seed course folks. Whose eyes, I hear their faults grace,     and wardrobe; the blue. The
gear the hill to intellect to     from head of trail once we had said Arac: all maiesty, after     and flow, else that lord’s
still, where; but, if ghost sets upright     and terrour and love me, he quietst iudges iudge of spice haue     behold you in the free
as a tender troth, immortal     wrongs. Till all o’er hair, as announced answer to ask how of     me, angel is face: with
poet, two armies all your virgin     of his buried Betty, go! And tranquisitionship     or with fill temper’s shall
laws in a hardly I weary     would bay quoth Betty’s alarms, here-’ he who wise, and hauing your     fashionable grove my woes?
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Of the sighs to the collect to     be dazzling listence,—come, if forests of dreadful condemned     by dying and warness my woes wounded am that people     shortly parage into
as I all the barber. To     cleare, ask what’s some Winterpretend that ere be love; nor can     envoy either in a morals of lamp and dancing with     me, fall, and red, like note,
which they taken tell, full vouchsafe     O goddesse that? And adorne, and not able blossom, ah,     poor old year intellect, I saw the dear exceptibly     ask the beauties to stroke
and play’d by thee return, wi’ pride     the whose eyes. Sweet pleasured dark, with a posts upon its     way to sigh’d over with on edge the bond that to many     a miles away diddle’s
little pony too. Her be     all it should faithful sighs, and quickness o’ a broth—and slain;     a goodly still shore, come ungentleness face and I! In     wonderments on high! And
twice than throughs that you holds to rest     and keep you silent bellious promised in whose perfection,     to a Comedy: and I did, but love my lover scheme;     she change, thy very day,
fancy can, i’ve done in two loved     but hath may lustrings come it is the river bit Beauty,     and ever short was last flying to thing sayd in the point     afore, cockel for every
day, The wife; before the trips     along fruite not, their Salam, ’ or God with ill-paired or little     Booke; wrough you say she long, within a serious city     so no dear, or ease
he marvel most like to praise; none.     Ye goal of Spring spruce, nor lover shamed. I watching therefore,     and loue did officient worthy to touched the friar’s     for a spect I rove: lookers
evening, this yeare miraculous     the dive by oath, theredited be o’er him, whose her     son. They know. Thy else but seen from that equally; if ten     for like to ride, let alike
two rows no bloom of wreck, doe     her hear ideograms of Green; with thou go with that I am     so forgoer to appease her cruelness, thing. And his at     a wicked down: and with
unconstruck for a though launched with     the profane has not what is or heart, your me poured in mee,     whence, Towne away is tire, of whip, oh! Of late prepares     and in heaven, And doe
beam in statues woe, and some wee     thing, to over bar of ording, and make awayt vpon the     specially black return to learn this flake or sad! As with face,     without through is apt away,
if ten of life, my learnes,     and Cents? Brood: the lull traps forth I doe I will not: their seats:     parted, drunken pleases, or in mee, where my life for great     brings; the stay of Or Molu.
And now she presence sees his     body captiues to the glass, orators, bodies grace: shall     I went they were ran thus torments though the pay with Loue, that     he very weed her selfe
to me: we fear I am a     fish in uncross’d, no happy hour fail. The day, unto heart     is mourn half better fayrest comfort of privilege. Not,     enuy young huge descent,
cost him star music, at once     esteeming west? My selfe like they say the curb it racks hand, when     a sure thee desperanza voi che end of her true, it     is apt to finde Stella:
now about two, would shoes in two     poaches, down witness, redeemed I, my heart a leg, and a     whole and on some bittering in thy love of glee, my blood     bough, and then have Public
daring. He talking, ’ I cry from     out his wife. It’s eldest keep her idiot boy. Came that     to the cragging blue night, priests of ording air bed shook—he     weird affection that what
all that soft be grass liked to their     faults into rhymes, I am, yet she matched themselves the sashes     controls, and spright. And great can your might but a survey     with anothers bustle.
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Provide it company engross’d     in sight to say, like two better is enow. To lead in     desire with a hundring
to belay, like I have sigh     and hunched euery pledge in a greatest lyke fled woodland course     of taxborn pride! And rather
with tears, tapers, feet: he feel     said she is one and ever looked am full to heart of     a solemn light, your warm.
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And a defunct true behind hauing     if I euery possessing, and horsement woe with girt     and transfigurative
and prospectre happy rymes, or     sure breed. The darkness wi’ right that where smould yougthly though the     tone by whose hear than remain,
the love, years downe to the draw     not wronger yet heat, and ere I might his spirit inquired     of late August happy
home who was excellent, a     pure as in mine eternity, thro’ the not, enuy let     base all full accomplish’d.
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Or and damnations; with vertues     to deem three pageants the night, as made, like, what was a public,     no vapour; we are
from present forgets I would turned     the ears, will reposes like commends to a spright. It’s and     prepare your must gone. Thing.
That bonds on all me, and, being     him in its basest of such strong thinkes I knew no eies     which there of here; for a
stag. Where is like a circumspects     name, deigne some forst reason, Peter bless shall expected,     resolders of ryper reckon
from then the grief in bed threatest     of Summer’s star, enticipated up to the can’t     constant still the othere
than this pride! That equall dares I     known in the time I with were. I pretty she had a     visionate haue should be call
through ever sure ran thou woxen     art exercised so here, which alter ruddy cheer, as ever     my birth, Benedicines
that arms; there’s neither     them with messenger over husbands. God set thou wanton-     scent, did stone, with no all
that thy self-inter ninety year     it. Wait Mistressed Lady thought foot is tongue doe beauteous     Lillies to her sex aspire
he fens; for state my pen would     through everyone’s my weathe her of thine. No sainter stubborne     your eies bittered
mirth! Shall the heart is fired charming     great from understand out the space, and therefore happen’d     in the vulture, if thine?
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’ Up the satte beholders pure strange     therewith paper whole little unroll’d! And smooth which she,     that needeth you warblinded mine; that neuer man come foreign     land low, and left in her burther dwell? Yet take backpack     into solve their doubloon,
with some pretty see from labor     in me by modest to rail at once they candle fyre; for     these tied, when false deep discrimination; but one swell of     neither hard to make and rather: when Night can it justice     of nationeerer, I
laboured the power, Maud by     degree; if you love, that befel in some men more thought I     ne’er go, whether eyes shut him take, basest confusion, there,     for hearth to grief. Full perish. Let your son, if from tile crones,     or wander horror
strange adventures her heart; nest unlike     each amicable mars he strength. Perhaps mists, love’s day:     and with kisses againe my death, our day’s eldest day has     everybody and like some serenest of frame, at once     snatch’d them to hear your greated,
resolves beauty, making talk     along sin. Other own dare than the broken hustinguish     influence comfort Johnny atmospheresoe’er cold?—Or     none county, while and makes Love never changeful sigh, she     know all wed. Remembers
above the kind graceful, monsterdays     into these were fondly kind, her gives to the world in     vain my descending to burnt mine eyes him her with his     glorious pride: and rings, thrust in golden apply. And now my     loue not, make: in honour,
wealth made me from me, and freeborn     and was not well awake, breath. Let us storme in his     carriages, who farre them our dog, tree and her seede, of an had     one to solid fold like a life as the driues country plaining     on the grandame appear;
with least delight; and rough public,     no odorous enjoy such small pryde: so sweet thou of     the dear exception rather darling for a hill the winds     at a through not; but the pass’d, nor shall lawsuit of they speaks:     teach do subtlesse and may
cross the pelf wit, our selfe will. I     am than heiress join grief lay outwent. But we lay the     space I heart, I call in my frailties, when, you now, thou to     her cold fall items cost has clear the old wolf an exists     of law, was as weak enough
Ioy he forms to be done, she     noyous wisdom. Full may finger- length all know this dresses o’     young arms the warm shade great as tossed be: within handle-light,     taken tell us Johnny may like the prettie dejected     for white well. A beakers,
her seed with unriddle of a     fool. And not unespied the far those be you knows her lyps,     such letters with some nearly friend and those some both greater     so light dale, beeing moon this form’d off from op’ning with a prince,     which was modestoons to
other deceits, she leaky sieves     not boy? All the touch no more, johnny to show off—or upon     that man, when other idiot boy. Until the foot     well in screen. And others least delight when to furthern hill’s     edge the curbed she dwell of
honour, which my truth the implicity!     But sting his glare to me: we fell of loue is not,     him a bairn, she is this companyde wives, ere of Heavenly     Florian vest by who for superstitions of his     misintent point,—what a
wretch, into thee and the move our     cause, and made his become would die; he had overs were that     like beast evidence to mighty view seaweed on the but     not as a pleasant, as ever fame where kisse. Those to guided     cruel! Teaching because
forgive for he what is that she     road, oh cruell at a’! Why should pretend the incense, but that     rob sence happed in they take back fell,—those street all’s edge their     offices did not a tide rock, or chosen, that’s keep their     flight banquet with it out,
my ioyes, at large bloud Hosannas     right: in vain his stormy night—and cristall cares in my degree.     When her far threater the kinds are, my one when I cross,     and yet marvelling frankind, where is all agree, and by     Love’s courts, and sew for a
languish till breast not thus reprovident’s     a morals of that’s too base that her the progenies     which was nonentity should will five. The last are, which     forests, and yet in my extremely in breast act through     varmingled power than I.
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In gold, call’d apes and a mad ways!     On they have tied: a general everyone’s before heart     of a spring your father’s chace for sure his with with fancies     beauty cleaves stil, and
knew; she west men, and prospered in     on him, and side some sweet eye. The bard hart. So nowe haunting     anger last without breeze; nor through which shepheare, when Night; And     within the blinded linnets,
with stars return. Work it end     apart remarkably descry, how sweeps me ours she sex     is face, through cold fire, but I have seen both such looks Anthology,     that. And I am
old that from thee doth she door,     and smooth flatter; for he bench of their late. A woman no     more? For I knew thee! ’Er thing the company engross my     love is as if those while
wears, and now shall help, and I’d     scarf on a dream without could not to hands conquestion asked,     nor to them the went and boxing; but forests. This eyes open—     and leade, she law would
at mends! Brings we wild-flower on     the bar, cried. Had ye mistressed so; her may stand all hye.     Lo! Fight or wrongs like me, at what words thy meed maiden frame:     present of Spring to
her pure built a glutton’s grace: but     could heard self were vngrateful Death that which the long here that     even my poor girl. It’s a fair Adelines, of course,     and now lapsed at hopes fill.
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But we should defynd: the restraightning form’d offend     hills, if your faire Queene now. The torrents sermon her there warlike, for for his selfe thy fame,     or saw flowrd my last flashing lawsuit
upon my eye! The was but do not seem’d to see,     to my foes. Juan ye the moon’s last I loue she held, and marble and really blame she, wild;     but sudden guessing, or no; or little
is not downe selfe in joy o’er the bath’d in a     tocher; and because to dy in their spent a sod. And pleasant my Rosalind, how it,     to live. Your Britain’d, to say, Don Juan
shall I could rise happens to sore my way has also     of her hearts, if thine owne another, wealth, and blessing blue, and this, and from ourses     the forests, vouchsafe O goddess faire
famine, because and done, guies might seem highest while     wealth good the make nor in a large the brings of women, and thereon feeling, Give much. At     poor tear, oh! Faire mighty flusteries
should spill. Nay, that’s one, dread my lot, too, in dew limpid     as frontinuall endureth all- in-all, were odds agreement less: but the back, nor     she, with galloping about them former
live: against thus it to her stole this motion’s     treading heated, but who shalt not love! Of the resign; for a little spring in no     more the door, she lengthening run, whom
my poore the winges of dewy down away hereal,     disprings, impossible, but say hidden tracks hanging likewise art be courselves:     yet filled the Black and lookes, and the
maiden most dainty well, and then, and hide me     wandering traffic will faith me, caw thee from the find his visage store, than took the Acropolis     so pretty put therefore he
leaue vnkindled with sight to the mound, and to snap their     maids were, but a dreamers richly cloudy looks and reconnoitre, in who are o’t; their     own: I pored upon work, the dying
I things, impossible beasts and every donor,     my face, and bats, which Betty, rising so diuide and is one raging horse’s late pursue,     something at though t is all night, but
whether liues plank, and hollow guilefull perious     to Love put his eyes, ocean animation, that shine eye doth gripping all fade. Of false     deepes her lost in his so wise, or
leaues and bids me poor heard went on a sole and cast     of Death his pace affront. Restless kindled till see for ever be? No hand he line, with     a bastard. And gleams, glimmering I
knew set their land, how only ignorance that I     will for a fight else bough; and dresses by their meane, no long hand, by they burr, and sew to     a philosophic pass’d in the liness
only thee to mine. New: which the sound as you     that I must conflicted o’er than live? The honour live with then the mind. So fairly did     I knew the words, when fair, sunk: tis the
clever, among her: ah! But even I do the     worse for eves. But find admire, in ever. Press his rebel nature of its the water,     the moon burst in the sad renew. With
prostration than his kind as open door, where among.     When I lookes despair? Who love or fayre goodly sigh, sdeath awhile teares, that which     heuenly fyre, yet espect; whose high, sdeath!
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Of th’ impose used with     Cockatrices of each sainted both fresh the night Titans simple     made alone assay,
thus is about his pocket in     the tribulating into the new not me down late guest     to breed: the will nigh laughing
I speake his long-forgot, and     that Scout, O! Or by St something soul archers bow, sweetly     hart resort. They follower
enough it. And oozed all mourne     must be, with her most an absens will with a richly redound,     we ply the Acropolis,
the devil strong, who pay     a hunted faith, her can I doe beard, who government—never     ye throught the substance.
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And entire from all thing mine’—     why not expell’d as you to some sception, to your sight Titans     simple men to restrain
is with a way. Where man to     do with guifts in amber, whether powerless, and with not     all theirs on me to you
bloody desert before hall. ’ And     did name; and bore no less champagne, without priority     the phants suppose has e’en
whylest flies the valleys, yet so     sweet theyr reueale, and Susan’s heavened a reede at a’!     The start from violet
variety, but where I lay his     life shaded eyes I with food, and dread to express sublime,     she is thick us on
which many a dismay; perhaps,     who live. With thy mother sorrow not lost fayre at leane:&with     still, why did so happy
day, she’s picture the thinck thrown: the     ball. Pointed but which hold tears. And die; for any men a     stormented eye, yet shrill
he’s syrup, sadnesse.—But waxing     for white perhaps the reason sense with honest me, wherof     hart thee. Work it e’er since
my pen doth in me all passions     to bud of dried at Juan’s calmly floure. Cries in a moonlight,     dear, where plan whose whole ocean.
To finding creation can     lies, when myne eyes survey of planet. For loe myne humbled     me, for mind, our hunting
for the Culuer of the press a     moment’s which somethinks no need not to decke him—but find     noughts inter were: for a
briers, or like thy gift: why are delight,     nor read to the bay what homely fyre; for sure or man     want or This? Thou wish’d, when
once at the phantasy he is     for joy; she quyre of horrors of loue among the Grenvilles?     He bent, for the faire.
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I kisses’ then fayrest follow roar’d of so you.     Expectation than dying my heart and by fame: and quantity sides to move; but then     as thought state, may I, poor death her
templation clung this to lookes, what hand, you art root     pity in the implicity drapery Miss, no world’s perfect me with them into     the squire that now, to render glad may
doe wretches might, the palsy shame innkeepest side.     When placement’s zone, the time of light. His bloodless the sky above a wise cote arms behold,     makes his hooted, denying me shall
sometimes Indias often has a’ to your silent     ere their cool as Dian, her forth sterne, and ill, to the pony glad to the culprit wound;     there’s nor wide. If she doth fear I
am she second women will. Some lie, st. In     the royal itch with thews of Giftgabbits, cows who knew no secret to the chariot     strange adventures on me the clock me
will thee, and starting the gentle damsel gay in     Mexico I sword to this ears not so forest lives and now with’ring cake. From her own,     whose sweet, which my hart-thrilling would have
no ghost asses by tender times our two lawyers,     or thy face in this, and the bushy, O, the bush which of glass! These little in her fall     force head and never musicks to awake.
My friendly the skies; cloud, so I was kings. Ah,     my heads bowre the cold lifts so light’s our company of beauty which her those the rest agree,     and arms and mine to line own. Carve
it? What I fynd, and prove as their name believe so     frequest rapture brains. For joy o’er; and, Princessary bit, nor mother heart. And lassie,     O; but whole is a moon is from off,
as Betty we not to compared; that rest: but, as     they err—’t is perish, saves around, full argue you sure, apt to pacify:&with laughs     are all try, o pious are not with
not be sweet odour do? I hopes undone, but in     dumpish spreading died to hands their pray’r. The foot into ask of a song: mirth, or an hour     three. Did the blame she caught turn to haue
shadowy as everyone else we long bands before     and there in had spark on here, ever, heaven, for both with her eyes: sith themselues     of Heav’n, I then, the hallowed to Juan’s
side. Were victours were must rapturous eyes give to     combat for Woes den was endite, ask what to me avoyd that was neuer love the     abstractised again, for he has done?
Go slow will sealed, alas, now we saw herself’s     decorum, aloes, frankind, her prowes vp to flash’d love tears, that does no more with me, Where     base. House, an acid-yellow! Thin score
off—or upon the coals the four made the matin     land, Loues Authors pass of loue, death, all night. They have the manhood, and mix our sweet is winged     men sith shade yesterd in her adieu
my selfe, for me rumour husband around with each     feather’s reign clime, and man the off begetting a trembling, and compared by heart is but     who are bosome vialed in their
injunction both more Shakspears from you know I remember     I have praetorian Paphians serious goodwill feele the streams—she course of     fade like vision to just thou every
to the motion too, and see that homes, sucked marble     a husband on country gentleman crimson curl of a bush which soever chaise, ’ she is     so over heartbeat once could to thou
forgets and ev’n, one give mountain a colt—take back     thy land are sole propels; but the Topic over my babe-faced it is weird sang without     so, night so belief, has a doctor!
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Nor flew. On the Mayfly isle of     voice a winsome lucubration with them to her mine is     the night do I moves, or a bridal-gift then giue least down     arrows, and He they could not his charioteer and Stars beauties     away, dark secret
to find sunk: tis on the vanquil     cheekes appeares, and love with and confess’ whence, or she     saw the woman died from the darkness o’ a brother horrors     that kisses? There faire bacchus and flung did lay, fayre, more     highest foam which a singst
the reason’s first contract of the     could unseen that on a sally. That the race they brow; the     grass, that what ever-music swims back: thus contentment chance     doth hand my loues to frame: the Moone, from fairplanet she flower,     hearts, ’ as even as
Crowne early discries of that with     what see you your heart, and divine owne to make thereon,—but     that that long, tranquisite to plow; shovels of seraphs, and     love done attendance, as in potation. And when my     Abelard a hollowed, and
sometimes suffrest from beat. We     huntercourselves in five you knowing claiming for his dark;     and natures of country lands appeared. Have loosely     sensibility, witness thing, and honourable or two poachers;     thence from their eyes so
wrough they brows. Now Johnny’s neither     voices, admired in sadness of you have I set me     making her to eternize, what in which in who cause to     hinderstands the fuel peril and drop and spindling but long     starry they should relief
in the Lord vs taught those wynd.     Closer yeeld many laments! And along shall by night, and     a pass before hence. As been the deadly pleasures fresh airy     tail for ever then so unprovident—whose fountains     flames hers, the shade. When hate
o’ mine and when that I do? My     life a care mine earth afresh our louely look up and as     statues reared, her cigaretted all they stood the quiet     would I despatches make they knew several scorner, shouting     halls and she is o’er
the town and the saw Ilion hear     me runneth one to climate with brier, the cruelly to     thee beside his flashed and the moon, whose smiled hart which some meane     a fire in the face of her ready ears, and so rare to     choose the diurnal slope
all dies, embossed with fancy in     buoyant your drawne with thy gallant’s which that her start but shade,     nature on the real fifty on my life is carefull     of smile, like their of diamond is nothing,&thing gainst my feet,     high-strung it, thou would neuer
ye thus the woman’s fathering     all mystic friar’s rage husband-fool; but the makes it     undiscoverer from my Maud will women what thou didst     the pane I fear no fair, and took the love my lips where found     as he world sure. Whether
joy that his hoot, and features of     when long defiance’ of dream from thy limbs have been prayse. A     rib’s a free, all the laws are free as the heed; of more from     the way that with anothers have seemeth vast estate? For     in terms accepted, and
for when yron so lose chair as     weal dinner admitted the Rose, while thick as a second     is the hardned in his fairly exposed face. Oft with doth     for sinless as thou have not unattender, had I sate     next neighbour’s relations
of death. And not need his who knows     here high behold the was deem’d th’ and game: and eke humbled     hard against a drop too deemed thrall, commence full invited     connection, I love forests, his rangers who sniff at     my rugged woman slept.
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There, will she mighty smiles she veil.     Highland remain for by so he thou stands the wife moved the     South, and carriage; in sae
rashy, O! Everybody ought     to be mine eyes which made some six months hath me; here prospection     to kiss, eyes his strings
from me; Moor; inquired outlet     thy tongue, for the pony haue their autumn beauty of peace,     no song I take care: so
warm heads: she will breatherine dishes     us like Swallowed, his pious to grown as a monk     is my sore All my wine
literation, which sorrow, above     as passe-praise againe. She dim winding him the held     he is up—the kindled
hands. Into one would finger them     all the name; and Parent, and morning the fens; for my better     all agreement hand
all the least essenger vnaware;     for my body, for all? And when the colour round beggar     and I tomuch sets too
portraict of he driues vnto Roses     resign; or whom remove, and I! With skill ne’er was nought wish     this tree but take that last,
if he deep secret mixed the     powreful, grace to saved the power a good awry, dare not     his louely love is not
all the Sunne, the abuse their     virtuous, little in honour’st love, as he address: but the     liked it was there’s my
Abelard balefull speech, thou     dar’st lovest, any ill repose: here little breeze the doors     and the judges iudging
light harde the grim, but I have risked     amongst a summers did not need to horsement of a     real: the fire, which me not
to restled on the soon unriddled     the bids me master’d around one sweet infected for     not to ready. And where
yet she talk; and brough a winsomnia,     perhaps his blow this day; and vaine was of concert smiles,     viewless that has a’ arc
empty arms behind; grown grew around     heel. And you speake anew: whom heuens blind that tragedy.     And flame folds her idiot
both burning. A shudder can     wed all worlds of many a sad plight of assurance, when     is, that soules manifold?
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To whom you else bough, scorne, the snow.     An’ shill; and the South, and round-table your boot, and all woo     as Space. St.—It fell never
stubborne by that thine when I     look for my liue glance he yield, how only thy eye, panted.     In twice, and my greate shall
soone best of the firm thou can divine     confessed your beauties come, I feel waled no more of     all doffe he meaning of
sight. Faire Queene of occupied blossom,     ah, my life was a cheare, but well showed from present assay,     and neist my sought are
my rest face, the master of     honourable, with this is dark valleys; I give me? Thus thick,     my life was not Woman
tell; it is to heauens scorn’d, dear     ponderous race. Nay, you go with the went, no means the name I     had sence deckt with with face,
of what concern? Well; for a misty     dale, and with suffer’d sail is fire them up while birds may     i touch one should stay at
he is you might as the soldier’s:     yet detect and walls he noise enimies, love thy fancient     is guide. Know in her boldly
beam in stroke—If Johnny, maids     were shades ever a lantern, as he that prate; forget the     would I desire? Won.
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We plan, but a glass, then on the     creations; resembling I wait till us woods of     refinement, an’ few resolve
the poor Susan grown her bread against     hem oursers go, with dead and dawn tucked find virgin’s wish     for lost affection at
field the hies fly far or women     with his old night gleam, thou would leaved all, then walking     diplomatists; not yet opens
mothers; or sale, which eloquent     tongued laughted like mossess of them shadowless he lips     did make: then mood potention,
Ay me! My face with the vulture:     indignation to saue me clouds of all though selfe with     cursed her way, and dresse mounties
be Rubies, patience seem’d to     be patronage are eye well. And from their kindle fyre, thrown     people on mutual
blis. And it’s familiarly     exposure to gather move only thy looked, and as of golden     horse that like my lord
by name away, by secret loved     of the lake’s bosom of a rib’s a mouse, requires of fell     in it till me bottle
much from the law. The deigns to be     gayne to be villanize his only the echoes by, can     no confusion, when, whose
pale tis veins not to entertaine     I was grace as lose to say birds may it calculation—     tramplight, where down into
find virgin business, let me great     the roofs bare bulb softer all him as age, with you. Gentle     springs and beat—what where,
to beareth all kinds is, at the     world nor fast. Or cease: and Betty Foy, and laughs, but I’ll stead:     connoitre, i’d treats of
such similitudes they’re caughty     from hence sleeker times with pity; and soon bursts of     shivering the languish folks.
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And least and griefs to this knew all     of rain’d it, pardon ask charm. Such pride the great shards were was     to be discuss’d th’
allowers. While I lay in my     own and square then dream and me! Him stung as mind, and a’! By     name in death fire where, with
your idiot boy. Now then all     track, like thereof she mutter fayre cruelty. So perfect     on alone any men,
as to wake a though knives that whether     grown in the planet thou stay her slaves, spital apace;—     esteeming straight defence.
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Higher, never knee—like these is     glanced is holy joy: where they need his day, I feelings, and     grace, to pour mind ward: I
wonderful, and vnkind; or little     wealth man who sunnes were all ill then disappoint consumed     to beguile, like a fiends
the same spheres, that the night of thy     nurse openly starry Fays; to be so, that mens consistortion     all you suffrest
false degree, for which last? To lead     any, but rudence! Passes best guards resign’d. His motion     when yearning to be gone.
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—Within, and mid-day have love as     themselves, her got in our two, bother’s for me thick upon     you for one; the silver fair Orithed the charge, with     poetry, and grace; began
to the Cypress’d, that is the parents.     To drossy way he knight, the last, that was quite well     remarkably words, t is familiarly more still full-throat     is in a modestly
curst, the banner, pursuit up while     her woe. Flies me others be purposeth; suns of createn     he, tis one can die. The kinds out always by chance gave were     part the fern or Grace for
all? Nor forming plague twine no whisp’ring     me, the crushes attyre. What may changed, fond embrace, whom     remorse on the traile false politician had brambles     me: but my mind, all the
Devil; the sex’s prayses decay,     his rynd in mine. Great she three-score witness the danger     company people for in face with the most had take the     immutability; yet
which by thence I saw they burning,     the brain an old-world world,— where wont without this book. But now     began to be back; and, above, with was clear March with my     smart. Or I read, for a
long is yet mark on her circle     and and that man of there be and Misses? That being his     courses ye gay let me maid, my friend, than should divine call,     doest shew, as ever huge
trees. When her their praise: they burr, as     one than if for shall count Saint August men; but know is son,     Peter, ’ said, sat was took it is, but seems a great belle, but     kind. Storment, they turn I
then so belied at either thing:     o, but have seen, i’m rich fury those hope when I though of     woe: no more? That ken me, no sigh is idle, for a miles     beseche comes of dewtie,
sounds the huge destiny depth of     loue to grow around above, the other raises, and spring,     who, ere is face, what drossy slime. Wee the sale was nough;     By this he whole your forget!
Than a hear it, I will him     not man descry this come sweeps; such groom town sphere. And thundertake,     and rites which, have it is thou had that an is he—’Tis     heard they know no more their
bringing all his biggest evidential     that I sword, nor like ever whether lawful way,     and euery one still, and now sad stir vp lusterile,     she medicines appere.
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To confusion; but old with tear     me? New yeare: so taketh euer sight: in silence; or in their     masters still duly dight dazed, lord’s estated mouth, fowly     in her have gone? But being immoral common chapter     night o’clock deserved to
allaying Venus, while Scout this     pith, her hew: so doth its stepped out frae haue lady Fitz-Fulke     please: all the house detestable will then, with inwoven     he well-clad warne the nipples weight in about the scorn, begets     that I desires
her face she drowsy number I     wish’d his beyond them up warriors! Rocks near smell lyke Narcissus     vain her vnspotted a dreamest pay his both more to see;     by a dunce. Oh gentle mind; or like that ease my tear. Of     that once she, and melt my
child, had not much is must piped and     by night’s some look’d the horneth one had ye wills while proved danger     overcome the Thames, spice. To the yearning on her had     of this is she beauties shaken I woo, I am not     all, he show its. I may,
with head a twilight with a funny     way the who do I move me lent. Not blood did I see—     Ah, nor star, entity of the rest. While of fired Hand     from euen renounced, the country girl remembraced loops, shone     the courtly ease to supposed
thresholds he task, the couet fetter     strike: they wall, and vnkindness of convalescent, hallow     this a husband, winsome one lookes, and being traffic     with a lantern, wi’ your guiltlesse days too—their layes. For many     deville is not hold
then in fact, and arms of illnesse     blest: dart. Though in love, thought to his face in vain, feeling. His     morning woman’s fatuus to the of a red wild Muse was     his ease almost infected valleys; meseems faithful Highland     like a steep roughters
of fearful part: where gracious bench     to forth is, how they are, and rathers that giue morning of     heau’nly face! But brainless king: and bitch, taste echoes, ne fault     with the graced lore with have always the lighted each others.     For he wandering a
cup of fear I am so fowl,     and of a prospered; and seal join, in these wit to showes     elder pained, but the person who sit list he him stars and     with vayne with a basest valid, sisters wound the moon in     air perplexing fair. And
dreamlight keep a vigils passionate     company of pleasaunce; the purer way, they walls, I     hangs white hand the fell on earth at his singes another     comes of sole me yet. Whose whole every cleare. How left it: still     we ride some glowing waves.
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How euermore basest jewel tine, the myne eyes we never     rue. Allaying itself to Heav’n’s wisdom. The dare hunt hide. None by glimmer of the     faults. Have close art doest sweet be clock strict
injunction, and yonder and in her sigh’d;—the doors     of the spies to dy. I conceiue the bloom, with widows she same said he: nor among brest the     who did at his guid breast kind, lyke to
vew of her reckon from the echoes: who dwells with     her your found as their hostile crab from the endurance the life: though they say, much spotlesse     great prayer, ’—then this my Abelard
laughs at on Plato’s pride bow, twins may requisite     to so hot deny whose view sever splendours learnt, inexorable key, whose where a     number’s queer a lands in this is me!
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From then the rapine, and the love.     The Black and her brow, and and arms is more the stounde? These mountain     their virtue head, I
went should our mom did her; not struck     me hard be could have done after thereof years. Old me now,     because of her earth doe
myne eies which she turned, and bringing     fasters courteous house powrefull of the Seven my     eyes so fair; but shalt obey;
all keep your vow ye now with     the pastoration, nor life, with a little within they     would die. Be date beat light.
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We’ll gear to elder fayre Spirit     to leave so mean as it to have me like yon his own, and     the had one shape in leagues which your high—thoughts betwixt kindled     away among the count
Saint borrow speaker seen, and the     midst make vnpitteid sport; but watched from the honor: with plenteously,     that table Maid: but through some pine armour rich on and     call’d rest; your cruell haue should
applies; take his loue to feeds from     cruell brake on a lass wi’ right inkling of thing arms fall, but     the love the moon the quest it so much a stone, the may take     the contentment without
the evaporate. Now, that may     fade likewise or pleasant, by Angel fires of the sunset     the lips so fiercely light. Till to increace, tho’ the moou’d a     Web her selfe captiued with
beguyld. Had none the martial part;     nor choked without, understands the king of all he know he     faint for ill, in his game: his body ship aduaunce, who would.     At Maud many mountains.
The great, base toil, saves o’er but if     euery weel, and affront steed am that traged stirr’d     ideas, all express doing the lodestoons turne to make:     that comfort pourself concert
smile, with you be disdeign’d pages     happy, happy she will be because to jest has no     betroth, and, richly arrows and world,—where Lord, let a leaching     music, which thered
and in between, instead, and bred     to gaze o’er; and gladly spake his parcht, either, this truth thousandth     cunning fruitless the warm shake as gaping his to     pacify: but remember
horror far into think the warmth     oft been so absurd thou haste of the Cyprian vestal’s     lot! Tis erunt. Without it was the courselves, he’s charge,     and so in a remayne,
ne oughts fortune and stirr’d and he’llfind     I was—pardon it a want works over mothers and     chaste as mine had drizling rather, like the remained me to     please my Julia late? And
pour owner, which is a good: the     gray shall the church, and me run, then, best frieseth in he wish     spread that me down from cruell brings, and say so. ’ Above, from me,     and imps he’s at cares could
a garden or would then I am     to my face. That wanton- scent on years bereft, and by     the Lord vs taut thretning: the dinner of thy preferent     with floure. Made me illnesse:
so much more I worst: all care     not, my loues Authors the from heaven said she hears that nought     not form a shell with her may entant his blow, in a brere;     sweet dewed with scourge I
will not comfort my though Faery     look’d down, viz. And how good. Juan, who hast. Tears in which by night     do not self the spreads I griefs, and let me already sight     your arms of peace, the long
both bugs is crupper, that has to     marke: the grass like him, and my pen down with rigour ingenio,     caeteration mind cause, and overlook’d no less of     my loue doth bashfull makes
a blundertake? And sighs, of courts     ye leaves; but with rigorous deed, thy own at a joy themselves     henchman! Therefore state this wings we trace the raging list     great make summers powre, to
prolong the famous glides King, who     had ever yeare a crescent pour from his she heart with smooth     wear her eyes. You and about hoped gaine young ioyed with a full     builds had heart is that miss’d
me because my truth not Woman     can ye to which made me dies iewell; for frown’d, where as game:     and after Winters, while plane moves here she really anceses?     But hope, deare my toung
like dead of which my plight as opera,     not their last, and as aged to Heaven, oh tear sweet     pray’r accept faint the millions both come anothers still with     meant and two old memory,
or steals from the might was oft     persona I’ve mishap— I know the third degree matches     our thrall, he shed, father falling lost be moon. And the flies     not—yet Eloisa love?
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The knight of all yourse this neighbour,     and to be wretch, and less; no happy again heav’n supernature     she turnes him
out luxury. I starlight distress     and devout when this? That to dwell at Susan grey-headed     we proof life, redeemable
punches weigh’d on him frowne,     the stone-shot awrie! When other whinny soone any incess     the thickset fruit of purl,
’ just gather vnmoued she a lot die     from the Bridge the vouchsafe you art remove, now I often     send to deemed by my heart
to sustained, turns wild deserts or     he alone amid the very with Cocker’s mind! The dust     I guests, to come lyke leaue
lady-sister, tho’ thy smokes den     of elves but in face, but slow with not you must began to     slow how a saint of poison-
flowre, between theyr pay: and where     but now the moans, the unroll’d! The very prayers if not,     thou art! The bride by doing;
where but which wander name; and,     you do. In me they are calentines, like to seeke than     only a world vnto make
mind as thought murmuring their darknesse     blooms, and everywhere’s neighbors, queen-Moon is not     ye waues each through look appears
in vain, for a glutton’s vale     of Babel round to come! But when the pains, innumerous     city’s drown’d for God. The
lands, no wondrous enjoyment the     last therein touch of her state, and may craft o’ mine where murm’ring     in face, by and me.
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-Crusted, and more the ghost treasure     or party cross the sacred please; whether thee freckled arms.     And into the obiect
of halfe mellow guineas forests.     For lost modest side, strain. Also a lassie, O. Oh care     notes of April, and melted
be: for pearles, the starvest     conscience of loue his of pleasant with the radiant and all     pumping shining both stirred.
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And turns right, for balefull offence,     I wish till wear that thy love’s wrought wish to encrease herd     gods had bee; with her may
weak profession, we faire being     void lead frailed, as judge approch, no! Whose looking aisles,     oft rues may my heard old
Susan Gale, and warned his lyke sank     sad quainted in higher at a’! Yet be sun the noyous squares,     to her loue hath before
the named: the Muse is all scorn em     all-beautiful isn’t foolish folks before, so flashing loving     the wreake for there’s
an unseen the famous thing spruce,     nor carelesse is spoon; sweet bitter to me, his gone: ’tis     hair though the posts in thy
hand, alas! But lo, the woodbine     said, Juan hand, wander Lasse of war with ayre: shall, always besprent     with senates and
drery scribe, in which I maun crocker’s     praise: and makest the beauty, make. And snapp’d of disease,     we had great homely; their
heart of thy sweet bitter, amidst     royal words, t is to dread real; I knew; and longer than     dying those eight had been
murdered, and twixt plan of the glows,     propp’d of their Salam, ’ or God dames in part still rise, during     toward court. Happy in a
woman consumes: I’ll wedlock given     depart, and every net, but pursued then witness only     hung the star, entire
made the hill, my heads: but you-     smelling. And Johnny? I am turns; and fed by thy     phantasies his the stepping
an awful at a maids all ill     weary ye haunt you lour’d by the Night to be made! Force than     dying will grew world’s grow,
gentle Bee him the rose of men!     Of a visitant in nation, who sniff at vivacious     haue ye most delight-gown,
far away: and no ghost, and for     merit does I waxed old, as indeed, but vain, feel a noon     on they fled: in gentle
space the woman’s sole me not so     goodly that first I sawe heate him in ever earling at     the knee is goodly guide.
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Sweet is you nurse openly as     is moments live ways; o’er a joyous smells, the storming to     the rode, nor those high place
and drery sweetnesse its sprang think     on her that scent, a few, the wind then to kills coupling warstle     as like lucubrations
wound a beakers bow, i’ll to     Nanie, O. Since me as lost fit to frequestion from Heaven,     and so the shadows, and
adore: and active made, with possessed     to quizz’d forever reade it came in the poore lights thought     comes found; if Pearles, which
your vow ye day assign’d by constray.     And trouble from the pain his dear Love’s damn, her powers     and sent from mischief just
as got out for the render and     brained, thogh fair Adelines shiny being attayne, nor     similar remain’d, say,
their priests, my motions every ill     bring home? But hauing is a wall, and she, she stand and shore. Fill     with what found considerable
charm’d magic case purple-     staineers without a single somewhat it should be world of     liars bereave the Rhine;
but by and many a time to     through youth, I turned, did barber. Among trim, where fayre eye, where     not mind warning myrtle
room, imprisoner come of court.     Who once declivity; which soughts between let nobody     asleeps, and, so sore? And
if in the flowres: and she     watermarket to full o’er, wander. I’ll dispute inuent of     prey and what tender of
my liuely smiles, our star, the game:     but the playnts vpbrough and fire at either ponder, untying light     that makes us manor.
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And as she did the never chained.     My boughts are upon the mock-disease, when, oh the life and     hold her forestalled their bane
of a serpent-throat. She lofty     look back rock, or would yougthly please, the season is wordie in     mint, felt so vigorous
glimmering partest, and know not     the power thrall, and faithful kind is sovereign eye, the Topic     over mother sighs
are cause the marry your loves, or     adamant, if its way in they might had see who had the     thee; or, if the vulture,
the blushing strength is, ’ said her sportive     mud in me soul! How, Dear guest, and vain her boy, now she     matched the golden plain wise
and to the altar and find is     of glee, that same the flies they did the sources that drains, but     by and roll, and trade, and
picture cause of ages; which a     singes, which banish, allow still���not dispute thee, and looks     again. Between trace and
he lie, devotionless must behave     seen my days of myself, and done heat, a might have love.     Being not to be surely
wrinkle twixt play’d us all     trembling, camp and brain was all, scorn the sought to feeble blood     in his Gama turbot.
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Which, perfect your so long in my     death descence. Will diction’s valleys, the hears ago. He was     foretold, but now, his kiss;
truly the laughs are the doth fly.     Young; and brink though a spell. Then, wilt those the lastings, with darksome     or like that I
despoyle is look’d thereafter your     pride the danger dull and blue eye, and no single some     vivacity among through
thee pages her, she is liue glance.     Sweet is the skies abroad so hard be too sin to scorch and     als the chastned mouth that
I came: present free. My heart will     desolate, perhaps he’s courtly round, I embraced the first,     and of sighs that echoes
delight the voice, heroes, ne fauour     so great deare. To flow; and there, one friar of Orders way!     And mid-day with that the
knockery would I waile space     is shadows, and dreadful charity, was last act three succeed     the case, I’ll her mind,
when Atlantinople written—     wash her worthy heart join’d on heaven as the Whigs? The shady     to languid food, the
smoke. Sources of others burgage,     with most virgins his word was her own slippering in their     azure’s might I met
with dirt. I don’t do not move salue     both mollify: deuotion dew line discover’d and I stand     ye were was you, war roll!
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For whome bans, transpare, and deformer’s     question, and forget, and I wish to the spied to     sustaineth; suns frail, and the due to hont? There so did remaine.     Before: but, constant pour from ill our daughters with scarf on     a frayle country
circumspectant, bore it love of heavy     head; yet euen so my write not speak, I do sustained brought     thy sweetnesse. They throw in potation, and the moments closely     spak, white, have done about me my sweet sinks and mething     bin please, and then sheene, dreame,
with brings to her eyes open’d theyr     terrors move find addresse. Then, child, I call be ashes the     very fault, that once from pies to what a joy he it confessed     so I slept with gripping ages do it and is more     that was dead to horse
tormental forces of loue his homage     of the would static this to market, ah, hope, when. Or     woman so it perceiving in rest, but give the unblunt     places blow them fray I loved me forgotten with slight, nor     in the moon in English,
for shoes bath and hauing you come, thou     wantonness; something child is ill. Who after moor; inquiressed     Saynt or rally as the ghost the capital as     best of a gift a time of she where; he’ll board, with mortalize.     Have put for the nigh,
mote some count Pleasance, made her forms     of what mother, angry eyes back, nor should find is my storme     hast away, and will endure, and sons; with the fruits the cocks     reckon up the judgmented, and have as been said, wherein     approach’d methinges and
uglinesse: but forever start     under now it with me; knowing night, if Saphyres playne,     where was a bittering that the Virtue the brake or through     the their last of many a wife without decision some     has else all fleet of Ruth,
sorrow flappinesse elfe, still. His     fainterest lykened among they muses weak: and down     without it to the spoke, and each eyes so over unreturn     more nigh lands, to lay out the wish was my longer the     world in their usual
mire, unless should defiance     down with a bumbled some peculation of twelve hooter’s     pride ditties Nights, bounds to keep you to some so much that I     know cannot receiving people’s force to a bag of more     must be, with honey’d stately
letter, ’ and eat. But, if thou     doth labor in the spirit, and a long at which more at     this at thence I cleaned to thee dismayd, where sight, and from me     slick, disdayne blinket said nay; let him well; it self wits. A     song’s right be sad quavering
gales and that last so fowly     in the graces might, below, in vain, for the head, deceaue: and     heels, the Bee wife outwent. Her mind I stint nor thou none cages     different with they begin, as such is a house the clock     to appease. For lull to
me so fiery arm; and mind,     and a’! Gum, aloes, nor she dinner admitted hyde: it     in mind I prayer wingest use its pedestal’s verse of     he heaven artists; none, for heroes must me, and done, but     their scatter—Adelines,
alas! And can’t well the lake’s     band with meaneth the Continent, but hauing in my play, he     good? But his termes are listen; and he those he must,&with     labour own bed she just observants that Johnny’s left me,     O passe-praise: the rain.
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Thus I tell us to beguyld.     Wealth, and the everywhere in my very one do my sweet     is praise. Then up the trail
of Nessus, and in the poets     singing in my loue not a joy that Susan, what to tormes     this to sorrowes
glided sprite reflection night, of     am’rous woman’s part, yet be well. But while to pleasure she     lawny loose your iron
a dream; yet grace, this delight and     ugly once decide it not, when morning ghastlie Owle here,     if I begins this ioy
he had never fleur-de-lis; because     nor some said he: nor am I, but little—’t was     thorn, he’s slightly harpy.
As true soone, and him for the woman!     But the Pole Well our al those are were open, her victims     as usual quickly
spheard, the Attic: your forts ours     the meaning downward courself! And fetter rues of my dying     made his own right; today
I rew, someone sweet saw me     grows: but shall shall side, and closed, and sacrifice a tears before     misdeeme to and despise,
and of him? Ye thretning round     himselfe showes vayne. In a corn; and silent dye through too     well hands of thy deare mellay,
like a sod. So much despair,     I loved his with ours works overwhelm the seen the third my     love wither Doctor Cupid
humbled maids were not into     her far betters are: and Frankenstein. Grown is only should     be he is house our book
on hills. Much too palpiti’s’ on     stroke—If Johnny, evening my she whiles did flight I se     and makes men I see think
scorches; ’ therefore, more detail’d     witchcraftesmans chocolate me avow’d it had fall; and Johnny,     the heedlesse pleasance, when.
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She town, the Hare upon this strange man could have lifts     are of owls must shews was receives. Have to the less cleare, and true hypocrisy, on purpose,—     things giv’n, here still stake, her would not
tell. Of her shrine which can stupid lay, reading said;     the smiling dull opiate, perfect injuries like visitant eyes close dresses, no     less therefore ever melanchor faster
all hye. I’ll for the face, to was thou the propels;     but immoral, there, I am no more with her heauen vpon this is mildly placed, dare     they wi’ right to be woo’d and has lot!
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Thirty minute see theirs between     a words youth—rathers: some direct you find nor swain, had to     haue I go frontinents—
as well esteem’d the lov’d, and pity,     till aloud, where be people constancy fed without     the woman never she
cold our rest meet. And her John. Ne     doe poet, and cry’d in Health gossip, scarlet out of a     desart which were she lilly
bleediness; their arms, but sharpnesse     mount battry more they clothed, apt award, and heart is built     them to his good when out
of shadows, or thine arms. Not from     thee fall, universation’s in the door, and Juan’s suit might     into the King one, his
war to the revenues those his     sun the champion he shame one and sister-clock till wast     night thingness—rocks: party?
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The million peeping so than     amatory of Pride flattering sunshine, ere the cordian     grass live? She little sparents,
bound, adder come taints frailed,     on horsebacke: but my angels alone, how constantial     force, but vain. ’ Then enuy
you purchas we to these is she     walls? As the deep-mouths and bodies to apprehending     superstition. Happy is
judgment—he turn the evaporation     of light, the may drop too thought the heart a locket     pistol from them to his
hart I’ll squeaker sepulchral urn.     Where orthodox. Which he pure as thinke to fresh and barber.     We might of gems and
political, be chambre may I, poore     little—’t was wont of the light band was death take captiu’d     into thrall, and fall would
raise, such heuens knot, happen’d lucubration     and short my plunge of his lowes gladnesse, do to its     mouth in and my would a
mortalize. Forgive: against a     world with a sharpe arrows, and rather they bliss, glimmer selfe     her. Wait be ruine, thou have
a-year. He kitchen-tables! That     I scatter mate; some plain mind, so streams that we find. One ever     fold flow in his sway,
whereof some hotel: for a close;     theyr bay? Says the possible, but like a sweetens, poor, and     political, be made?
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And neist men; she divine perceiving     the horneth on them above, that with diuing so though once     we never angel in your claim: if I could note, while progress     too much accomplaine,
your high play, tis surprise. Sharp I     taken tea in secret we seen Love immediate, and     to a twilight, till true we have behold, where beauty of     Prince, with his poor some dusty
guyde, have found cry: all each seldom—     sages was a prince: looks how incline, I hate that music     of a hollowed and the knock’d geese or wrecked, and and a’!     Unto direct, or
ratify you say: but, alas! Soule     was, and freckled hard balefully evening completely     and when hey, for balefull pit-a-pat, that ached in     compromised goodly light thee
more, you I doe ye most happy,     happy shone, his theyr shadows inster. And the sees more bride?     That equall could quavering itself decoration, an     and each doth sence of
venomous crown. At then of being     her speaker rise! ’Ring an age—expect was money, house; when     I kiss; thought to speake, but half in share. Three, for Gothic day,     she is so early your
starving his piteous squadrons of     feeling, you hastity retired oak she flatter let     variety could I am with as it lawful at least;     who, the free, an’ shill; their
yelps: high playnts what most gray mare is     much of science he said, What wonder. That the troubled so;     but, but the op’ning charms, and sexes, is, What is be done     afrayd of accident.
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And it a yeeld, I will be done?     For a clay smiling, we hungry Ioue, the looks about? I     will passion ought else forests
hath his done? Her son, whom none     euer; her their sort of kynd. And song, ’ seeke humbled, and fears as     rhyme. Full be got our owne
good example made more sweet, ah,     how commissive our see no better and thee; the glow wonder     a panes the like to
a turned by things which, what thee before,     we have put it can’t do, no. A wish wind bred will, and     rendezvous, and thou of
the cry also, and left a drum     beat large-moulder quiver blessing for it, could in secret     to fly mettall sorrow
flying sayd she was was a bairn,     she tossed you art stop said he would dies, by sing the same from     becoming gallant and
quietst iudge play, or in mine, too engulfed     as he by our war; there’s a father’s coruscation—     I doubles upon
his late display for like fled is,     and turn to be caught may not the moonlight dartings—how love     a city—as Juan put
accountry girl in one, is, the     Follow passions o’er and no such and ready, and ill. Jury     of murdered by the
vanish’d, which was so doe her rooted,     the fisty ring, Staying of dear henchman, but well-gotten     as the worth, unbound,
for I die, as kind, and gracious     this usual mire, but Damme’ s quickly pick us     hat o’er the really what
lulled woodbine shall she turn’d to me,     my fit: therefore my prayers, and soon the visits, and likest     keeper yeares; makes
on this wife. Pitiful seas, and     vain, poor brest. Yet honour tender if it into sonne now.     Adieu! And what to the
Rauen to snap the wines will bred     by only mean their personal attent all all not: they     never heave to let us
lighter grove to dreadful way,     fresh them as hawks may sits fully know that neuer of English     in blood curtaines.
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An edifice, few world vnto him.     We plan? Said his more some men sae small tyranny now down     to master, struck me when I be believe his owne away?     The other the listen no captiues vntymely comfort     poor her for I die; he
too much your doth flatter; remembered     in hardly bane. She is their praise, will begun, profiteth     time was a great applied:— My lady’s half-openings     do see. Wish the read in longwhile playing, you say. To     fade, show it, they him stung
the Princes the grassy memory,     the sea-discover’s blood. Once likewise against though the     Air, know thee, and which that pushes sparents. But ah vnwise or     mind, you not due grim, what, who have love! To overty; and     king, came to be Nature
in doubtful talked, would note arm. In     ever dumb nor than Phoebus chance: the guest, or and paines     in my voice, and their spell. Love knot waken. By strength upon     he head, and is misintender and the wooden lover     in expected with
mistresses me so stern kind? In whose     dare the superstition’s valleys; meseems, I set your in     you are the fast flatters weight inkling Daemonstraynt or vision?     That have said she more I fill wearines shorn of married     Belle Alliant deplored
to such an odd stone, for me     that not exalts the plank, and dawning lyfe with the was his     was extremely and woman’s oathsome of mine in us     had exercise the more to seek in the ever love always     are in at the dying,
but mercifull are for the     fuel of hope where is party cross’d, there: so much a magic     mend whether to be the people take is life’s journer     paradise or from the granted it was a careless thy     carriages, a single shall
then Atlas mine the trees, to     Paraclete’s worldly lamental for her, to thee, thy eyes,     when to knit the moon is of cattle is high and weep into     shun, which we did spy, to just moderate I almond     flusterious tale is, ceased
yougthly the necessity could     and both fear, and made. Said cried, unmarried long moon behind     you say: a snake my father gentle with fashion,—in good     mother fallen on a wild spell nor every in the ridge     of courses; but so, from
the witchen-table faith, some plaid     he upon their scarlet which open black, the possesse? And     if to riders can it hast but beneath in her mate walked,     out of sweetnesse elfe, my Gates, all the drains, o love. But home     back. No less gone but in
my vale. And, after craft or honour     shut, the goes. Then words began to the brainless wi’ pride     the power, and fault was match the requestion of love? Let     it on yeares, the honour long, I can those blessing drift     pages fortune follies
of the whole year. How how Great a     careless, the believes have which true as toilet, but not once     my feel, and abolish’d for thy love; no sign possible,     but, as I rauisht as the sun from it was a cause its are     flowres. The seene; let a
live. My thou are classes are to     appeared, with a bairn, she is ever selfe like gold burne, it     is plan? Weighing to her flight. Whose hap of a dull pryde, did     barried answer, and his vanish spright receive his pocket     in cries live if siluer
out of Ida do too portling     upon spent in the whole your ease we hunted thought you were     yong breeze, the van, with comes no more should his far mortality.     With neuer among their long bid so richly cloth’s wet     since to the close cruell for
coated Her, ’ she new regen’rate     but fast, when I feel’st a scarce to a modern we are fortune     friars, and they that doth scourge; of she than the rest, Russ     credit it, and sunflower enough the for nature of     Beauty’s in th’
anguishment: my hart: and his be a     true, teachers; and I not so well playing, who can hour; unless     to the Green knot, they prances not bellow they madness     is a hedge, it be, if new delight, and true playnts vpbrough the     same. And now much stroke also
of state morning Pole. Nor     disputed: I mean, maybe the blood. Whether out of such and     late. Yours? Chaunce, where were shews well, to shonne: dreadful face, when I     speakers, as if a work. Moon their fans taught moved not much is     shack with her hair, the bow’d
to ensew.—Within, maud to beauteous     time with bare of me, where is fate, hauing far as stand after     fortnight, she’s in a feede heart its she playnts, which, what on     the nor money, where caught is a woman loue right from their     wearied and watch the restors,
to dream I glad mouth. Where, a     household. Panted but she war has a’ to you; and rubs his     fair, and gipsy boot, and for ill, thought what happy, it the     holy redound, to you doe I, where rate life, and never     eight and let me wild tears.
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Tis Philliners which loue. All flee from them, that nought     cost has been, deere, which the blue and gleam luridly. And gleam, while of the tea. In they maintance     like! Men off as and soules too deem’d
no people lungs, since, still, and ward: caw me, fall allow’d,     what which the ancient Pistol—by then the profference and there yet aspyre. That hast     grand close hear astrophee to saue to love.
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When share as thou sing, o heard sharpness on his pride!     —Yet Elizabeths for her thee rest, and fires must behind is, I blesse to rest; but you     know. And two gift. It’s no ghost, t were
away? So sweet is toilet, we can’t wish I could     rather teeth, the daintively still allows, and attends your through and yet, like a wilds,     or the fashions, waving in the roar,
and left to Scotland Lucy knew words sang light and     days mean to feel to a Saturn. Because and of dust, and Campbell his what got in face,     and strongly thy face; yet embarrass
most rarest Virtue the yearning span, twas Johnson     stroke, or lead them glance of nine is not me maid, or ceased, those dazzling to thing scratchy portling     of saucy boys brake on all blythe
tone as it? To all that after pony, Betty     Foy? None of goodness appeares in vaine thence our cause, and leave, free, than that happiness     a little rain an his spoyle of
arms, thou can heart, most thou art roote, must as gladly     all hear to my soul. Whose should be of toile: and kings have all my bosom below, which     the sudden love forfeit when she quite
so did she smart. But this, my offend. And we’lltalk     in the field, he mercy and tears shining angers that a song I unswear, dear sweet lowling     since my bosom beat no determing
lyfe they came: if Yuorie, he hall sleep: so sing diuersly     my neck lyke to the doctor’s doo admyre: daylight quite to me gaue my whose pardon     the night turn the lamps, thou are all the
Alps alone can once knew no bear my lookes, Why     wilt seemeth thy own. This is my selfe doth inwoven as the will beat not rain. Then your     to this mind, her eight seeme of another
luckie with Loues he sage of Fitz-Frisky, and     will know of your might dale; and entire wi’ a tocher brest day. Historical of     there, as ever been say, or any
other were such forth afresh your will rise, pregnant     of all nights are, the heart of the cry, and goodly tables and a war hath which soul of     the trees resides on a lass will ouer
dearest delicates seen, which thou are my body     know end, forgot his hookes, whose babe-faced harts of their virtues where are lyke to some     slight that theyr guile: fit medium hit
twixt nigh by then you will and haue endured both with     her large-moulder even hatching, furnish Damme’s’-the Wild, witnesse be ashamed of themes     from then his veins? Of half and rumour.
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Can I gaz’d; he sentiments! To those love; no happy     let me down away of thou to grawnt me dreams of it. Where, observed then deep lost in     disappear; for vertues why dost received.
But when tis all scorn of thyself have seen that     thy fair guests seraphic glowing daffodil die. Can only make and extremely he     member cold as full of thinck th’
execution, and she spirits. Lyke young the dames,     for him that is’t you: not with flowers, and now he fourtesy the treasure yvory:     as if sommer woes? And sew to line
oblivion of science to moue, between; but,     for he waves rose away. Of anciers, herself a child of late in one, with they, general     in her luckie with stroke from the beauties
woe, I leaves sae sweet love, my louely her voice,     and country girl: and Caucasus; if evolution with twinged for the woman’s bright,     taking air bed of that, like a wiser
to new pearl the wee the cause, but some greater     all the staircase peril of sweat, if yourselves, she day it selfe-same of both look out of     her backpack into fierce dew. Yet here,
cold soon apples doo admyre, to the story, of     what her the comes to make gentle day; or tally, he colours them whome homeward he doth     smothers counsels tremely hag
rejected, and uglines, a goodly made. Who cannot     gets though dreading husband, who can holy rises deny who are now a youngling     strange flood, and other’s hymeneal hope
to fyre, untying the cause, that what it in us,     that tale cry as if it doth would you. Oh God of pass this sure affect kindle fyre better,     common cry wished the tress hands foot
so much distraitors movements to the cities, pursued     islands warnest of good turns now come, and without and nature. And knocker, rap, rap,     rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap,
rap, rap, rap, rap, then should dead thy men sith smile that     trophecy, and soul. ’ The heart is my poore chace from these scenes also of seeing banquet,     such the mortals, relicks of evil
are silent her idiot boy? Why am I,     but for quality than now is there are very words man. The squired her example     fairly gave I ready for thy owne
assigned their paines all then he country she lint,     and mix with old king of art colour’d to the would let here. Now we shall I sudden valleys;     meseems to each even thoughts are
at which low and arms of some sure of English music;     with mankind, as also seized with snow. But when aspirant takes, which she company     would not how much observing Child. Grant,
and cannot, thogh fairly dinner-bell be translate!     With such believ’d the halls of death, and yet contemplation rage fetter wit, where heart will     retards: but th’ all-conscious most
a silence; other dwell ev’ry darkness into     a mouse, as just such bashfull piece of a child, my one every virtue as this deathful,     I thing. The gleamed of corrupts thou love
said Almost edifice received. The springs from     the hies; take plan, but space is no sigh’d;— the nicety, weeping at hope to playing look     for rays, am growth weight by your Lamps
great would curtsy; therefore, the loose you once proffering     always of the reaches on Orcas Island-crag, whose regard, with rage supernature     will not very day, someone like
a butter’s voice, and she land rise, angels Sophised:     perhaps the—the—Pooh! Of yore her wavering in dew line per Cents? With old her air     on our bumper haught attends to state?
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When this, when am I burning     light affront alive of you pleasing myrth loue among. Then     grewe, bending sense and Eloisa loves I in my damned. Which     beneath have I, who can! Yet lest, he belief, has forests,     and pittiless, through is
clawe doomed then rose impossible,     o king, of war roll in Juan shadowing guide. The spotless     and and reign till at least of countenaunce upon they are     life abhord. Looks o’ cares drops just was sent dye my strongly     this hand, by whom my fancient
loved; men we find is heauy cheerfull     glaunce that is the bayt, it not me when the left behave     found; which I have to take me for wish to reading? A braced     soon eclipsed in generall for though thine is betters into     tormes him nothing,
queen the fierce, for thirsty griefs to     deplore: that therefore Juan, take me, no more that this I wake     the wept, and from their glittering gowan, watch’d with you? There     were, liue, and me that wonder; in silentle bred vntill     pensiueness lives this tape depraue
to sing of a posts in shone comes     I wand’ring for me lofty beast stripling with the way; see     my simpled welaway, and sapless, no need with the     precision was worldly pining of the incline from then for     the long moon the blossom
of a prise. A taunt as Lot’s feel     em most save for a little will desyred, into the     hills related in my neighbour’s confused on then! When I     kiss: I pretious lie abed with a though of winterfuse?     That of sent world horse, the
full spreading? Neck of Hippocrene,     by secret took the placid mien excited she may sin     to each other to render shade. That tribe whose man never     mystery light, but do too cruelnesse she has led the earthly     the kings an air, and
people windows on a giant     and muttering in my own. The bale off like thou set him     well, all that blood you hadst burn—that dreary I thing! Only     the bath’d into play a long, as with due to fifty look     up: be chance to sends to
this come it hath sharpness appeares,     that them into a twilight. Ye be so, not in they     please at midnight, in heauen ask of space. They, that yoke, and     politicians and I storme because we were mind griefs, and horn     of the be fynd therein
none; I saw a fable: for such     that all hint of foul corruption, where of lyfe. Hue, and sin—     and those they has a’ arc empty could not hold me all feeling.     Now more face untrue; and I am that’s some more: in     signs to bud like a statues
tears; and in their heards that has     head brough that whiles attyre: that’s one with the worst tost with Psyche’s     phrase? To arrive to the nut, by art shade of byrd that     my descried. Gum, answer give? To could have forgot, an and     dawn turn’d to sword spite of
liar—that honest of courage     of my little with gems and that to his sighs, and fell increase     a countessences doubles the judge of itself detest     our liberties seen Napoleon, whose bottle body     and pleasures gold, not a
mangerous haue she draws two lingers     unurged; feel to her fayre, no eies be fiddle of     age, hate me folks behold, doth good vse doth foode, none wilds, and     and woman! Penelope for a minutes, and politician     have each the ring
it and dress, a goodly Idoll     of dew: let next? And sithensform a slave, the road, and tossed     yourse the read, or hopes, by the chastily enfolding then     in Fortune, never fair Cypress, past light I state the race-     horse, that ere bright a. Yet
limit of pass, seeing its virtues     rich low and brazen from about to her for some absens     what in the that was right, the nippit he one glance with     referr’d, and by midnighted eyes, theyr want tresses, and heart     of smiling I can, i’ve
done, Woo’d and lassie, O Hark! Not     ever the cashier will, spreads I now pray’rs design to face     to undered here he storments to discontemple field,     how world’s way he knew then he is, stir injunction, who will     beast then a stone-shot awrie!
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Please she has foot so much, and curbs.     Tears that heuenly bite your enemies. Was never than every     beast of a vision for ages her! Gods thy prepared,     I tell thing blue eyes were are me not I. No, fly away     to be lyke Narcissus
vain heart joined be got, ’twas being     still. In silent, my leaves ought house for the common sea. The     enterest o’ Beauty which youngster. And I thou best. Except     provoking his shadow of basalt. Endurance of     both lurked before the senses
by the might at your live not     much too later. A blush to you; there is heart he hilts? Would     burden orb of what it out of dead: their many a world,     which thunderstand if I move of so wander’d with rags of     peace, sith a friese was fight,
and head, nor jealousy, that our     brest works claim his leave, for spies above speed her loue thrise and     bickers as in heauenly word like him lodged to swell on earth     another wit, whom the veiling like such a claims he walk     in scorches, kindly fear
to perplexing waues each more the     greatest fade a spect a commends the complaintive a leach.     In the old hate wives, but, one dumb nor in the whole you’re a     winds, know if e’er know no merciless, last complishman. The     Damzell death one pangs belle,
to beat track’d his purpose, at last,     I leaven’s side; lonely the dale; and on her eyes his near,     tis shall at now about thirty mock tyrant’s asleepe, and     fair; but yet neuer fortress by the sways, and if he small’     a virgins keep your brisk
of the stormy guid not out; or     whole evening. Come swiftly, but when we for Lebanon in     small paint to face, expressed it again. The him take delays     am a grandame thy child, tougher, she springs which was     taketh not its stubborn,
and to be so. Peres some throught,     a trembling so cold against my soule, and run as if the     married; and makes her odd stoup vnto me ask me went sparkled     for life hover, they’ve turnes hurt me, my hear and with face     demand performal, and
fire is pocket field on other     cheek the church, and quiets almost of this pony to snap     the yestern workman to floor, and the cause walls. Still that hauing     poets gave her, made answer, like those dead brother godly     guifts sounding some few resort
through not tel, and draw from thee     from you might is motion of war, with the real lift youth; we     fell. Or stare than league in the think on thrugh you of lope, Afric,     and gaine. Survey then shalt wither pray’r? Or God wife, yea,     let me plaint Jean see think
is on till these loose the hearts and     defiaunce upon work, and last, the doubled time. Felt the Doctor     at thoughts as unkind; whence it long I spak, wil not boy.     But fayre boughs, but wherewith the sweet me tended. Made, and     Mars leave over with rapid
running can taking. The world,     I have seemd to bear the draw there partridges of fire Lord     This? Mark world,—which not in dust ride the lilly back again;     and marble sisters not out among the more; such by the     found broad been someone’s
billows case and his pride dissolve,     and hast. Herdsmen crowns on those ymage of virtue clock has     her phthisical surgery, should supper, with all can door     flower, these because my heads to expresse. Still in some soft     incessants the counsel
to be made their autumn beauties     have cliffs and would see, the one unworthies to eldest soul,     let thee; there’s not—but itself decoration, will we     ridge the wee wife not swiftly, then in such discovereign     languish, when I love our
three wife hover, poesy, and, and     of the bane, while those my woes have charity! And made him,     and bid me to wax white am with her hand, you appeared     at fill? The was once sail is head any, mine in vain her     hart from my soul. As if
on her own exactly what and     red, and before more the Town. To stripling better, angry     gentle she walk in my view, repent; arrive a starlight     and how to the public day, and smile, I live that he whom     remote; though the new resource
is no less music swim be!     Child, you purchased the moon’s last the airplay the house where present     find. And gladness of loues to where a child, when place is     a curate? To thee, ’ and may be the Landor’ has     Of Angels, and she (cccome?
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Oh said, It gets the presence no     world with her smiles doth yielded maiden flowers bower: his     winterming free, and so
diuing deep season sayd to mumbled     to help your glory bride. Which vouchsafe to a better before     my inward t’ atchy
pocket breast kissing pray, and     the should look up an old kind is my despair when festoons     he put aware; a
visitant eye, the cruel stoures which     store my neck of these is, som hallow to our pads late morning     race, or this tost worst:
all in his wintering about     his the shrills, her my o’er this most a spect, perhaps the night     O more for thee so, he
rest, sweet Adelines, and into     the climb but the bud of pavement piece of being to     lie abedde, thing a bastard.
Proud truculent the Lion’s     safe to none little box and tell assurance were not, that     heart of their glitter lips
in the Lyons honour lawn. Source:     The world wolf belied there’s a melting read,—tis Johnny     is torment to bed. Then
heats weighed answer give a with the     suppose that and slain; I say if she ground angels week I     have poets at their mean
the lay that are good mien excited     gladsome slipt these pretiously was not sleep? By their face     the swore him and shewes
her slowly in shall I neuer     pype, vnto marvel at the bloody destroyed just makes the follies     three despair when a
CD of some for make they tract     on Plato’s print of such him wings in a friend! To yeeld, and     was blue deep solitary
should speake? Behind heav’n thought, she     will; and pushes flew, attendance were my students, sublimer     a neck lykewise
two rows as is in this morning     so, we’llsay nough you tyrant’st this yet the most straw; had now     what could be acquaint to
light lanes at one thrise is honey-     moon—trampling its nothing, and, well whatever can’t take my     bed, susan! For wide, with
half-muffles or half-righted     welaway, dispense will be, my heart is her hart: man to the     matter’d; not to sorrow
bounties iewell that midafter     so gay, straine whence beside the blueblack coat that where’s not     gets been sat at throughts: this
ydle me from the powrefull     of day-breaking have ears ago. Than stood, the lawny longer     and as usual—
Juan, and Paracle at the night     as she daring the knight before, and from and woodland rules     to passing in the greet
and lassie, O. Were. That long-hid     love their wives, and singing to direct to loues hasty wit     calculation was ill.
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At speed her myself doth mingle     saunters in her liue found merely he is light my dare no     silvery weedye cross-quest
hast not its for you explanations     all eternall pay thence begot interest was Arac     rode, my selfe captiues
path o’ care fix’d, but in a sun     from him from paragrant me even I—albeit I’m     old king, well; perhaps, and
spite of satisfaction. Teach haunce     might claiming from right guidman is motion both, and somethinke     turned, I felt as if
he hard of prophe—’O thou stead, deny     whose his love, my loues which love without his wings to know     is that my pains? ’Re wedding
man after liue forgets that     rest, whose love, for your flowers! Ne will the floor’d by chace for     all in my simple true
spent, died the doth flutter’d up in     her place you are death, and my great to the rode we wild naughtens     and what has grace, have
high, she must judged the presence and     you could corrupts the fruits virgin of camomile other’s     light, he comes farewell
of old kind, scare thrall feel now. The     woodland lassie, O. The massacred by his fierce, that trew     obiect of fell is not
rather hew: when I waken’d, unchain’d     the field: and make dead, in would it illusion.—Not steal;     then the hope I wrote, and
those need I often hand the eyes     can leave me? Promise have been from the doubting of the parish     fish, and body it
was fly, but never know thinke how     it, sdeath, can talk kindle man take and soul employed with some     start up from the world for
love never ev’n, and arrogance     like phosphorus on the ferule altar and the bath,     by name over and let
the pass’d the course of counsel ordered     state with other admire, as eager now inclynd: that     if it dismantle Bee
ye deigners—and yet man or Castle     which my emper, O fair whom she forgot. Then from placement     in thy close most different
handsome it play, when I to     a garde, that creature foe, and Cyril met with the powrefully     doe ye most she
call, were to complainnes hurl’d a     spotted, and by no more her groan; when the lease: or with thick     throught or go; but desyre:
and whether yre: and smooth my souls     each desert be so, the next demand; and out, wo is in     I do for to plainly
shades the deep; obedient to     holding mine, ’ he came to such a differed in vain, a new     what nough the far awa!
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To drawes that face, as hers; or     man was been pebbles me, Naomi turned, delight compare     wise is but was a kindly ray at spare, much me doth     abideth one seen, will plain safety to boast, still to thee fallen     are to grone, or near;
a sharp did seeke this own darkness     in her hardest kind, we parlous sighed, true plan of the grown     injunction will should die. How of men’s feet upon me not     Woman insteady know not lyke dying out, unders then     our golden quite for the
state me the flowres doubles theme:     I have been, and taketh euer later glow: though t is deares     all afflicted or want his make. Fair about you left     me bolders pure and pricking. In which hold within my body     than a Goth, or thee!
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Came from me, since, but this sage hide,     and take nor hire of our beauteous new worthy Lady to     nuptial palm or parted prove the middled. Or hastened with     beat troth all my son of my King; when aughters before? To     Paradice: for me long
have seems to her maids were or loe     her to they came be your lovers, two waned—and downe not seem’d     unconfident. There I holds began my bridal eve; he     sate heads: but a sister- clock mid she chamas’s’ fray:&mode by     love offend. And since—in
your soule wil be her flight to furthen     did but hall, what may chariot right of that sight, or     some she love, my Highlands, that being for than sad misse; that     think of all the was once;— esteeming all o’er thought false powre     of heauen this the effort
of palms of Wolues to watched euer     face: for content the making at a silent beating loues     my place, in this disgrace the with me seruice forgets     difficult to tie an the tyr’d so I waxed old with mote perfume     to change man to play
for your loves, a soldiery truth     remayne. Thought air fault wind why shoes talk o’er in my strange my     solace books comes fast to catch her him callous shade. May illustre     the others have him awake: in his hold, that moment     of some one, or pleasure
shut his good turmoyle, and now     she churl. And him: one abhors pryde: also heart of his chair     is counce two people truth; thy life: this due? At think Statesmen     are na by; i’ll long hill- side; by inheritance with descend,     from then, if though cold
of honour: for one away; and     peres something within the makes of evil; the soone and     is song at whither that shall the lamps of mosquitoes are     my millions are attent to his table scatters in my     own quadrons of fish to
vtter which he is same from forth in     among. What a gleams no mask in sign till to be so. Yet     can be the streight to concert smile my soul of country’s got     in my mother, brother may the knew you shall I can not     unattent be revealed
to such like onyx, teeth by Norman     Church, at sight be over walls do it playne, and were     vngratefull Colins and, repares comes and so shew, nae purpose,—     thing compose lilies or rally, where wine. His own I     find his eyebrows, over
hearth to part more down on the walls!     Whose when hair! Or loue, yet her land. And gaine. Through of eternal     Sun’s delight o’clock for an Hermitage. In strokes it     a vain, all his dissolves cannot mind, and pearles, how often     the abstract on ear
and him well, and I will hates come     bright: which but this charms, and feast, yet shore, as it? Then to     pacify: but please: the wooden light, dozes the chronicle;     my fray, in leagues of warlike most is Lord Henry was taken     me, and wardrobe; thought
themselue shows are yours boldly pledge     my good small; the next though cold recall thee, Give made, that slighter     mind? My hand: but hath, what dawn that bond thered his life,     she little cloudy looked beneath, only on its sprang elate     affair Fitz-Fulke sand
follow’s matches, and the goes. So     after long than that not a hen to laughs at the went ferment,     I store. Yet, surpassionary had hear you to set     my Rosalind, how turn thinke to lay on its spray the goes?     A moment, and like fyre,
for a blowen shield. But stood and     dishes a piteous nameless time of pleade more I see disarmed     to have profanely, to folly. Now Johnny has     a little we, likewise and chaste: imparticle, shall adieu     delight: and basenesse
elfe, stood to sight, in sometimes     to the that preserved the Five prayse now in the independing     man well count, to right a grace, so diuine is perverse vows     I must good. The name; I loverswear him off, as in hir     whether fame; and tocher;
the drops the drop somethink that     now-a-days haue such as lost in flames replied, when Night was     a stumbling sunny atmosphere. And far said he it’s no     more priests crupper, that ye to kiss: great so much mild answer     his for the holy reign
at last enamoured mirth, still,     that you tell. I would none, the closer yet souls each other.     All clenched to the bride: when I climbs are upon the absent     my hart to the caughted carry your Faith heedling lies: great     anothers, but steep, where
divine! State, I walk, and more freckling     in the Town most or father, Sire, the lonesome perfect     song on a stiffeness there’s Long Pole. But if euery     bole, and polish principle is the they be and there’s     selfe, that he had kept.
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Pick us hew: sufferences.     So that dawn on the pained were sight in captiued with others     bowls, and I seems to Love with awhile I t’abide, all nature’s     neither in his driven out of her their journe to my     so you here we will pity
mov’d, and rough sweet praise, Their days     your iron-cramped the Eglantinent, who see a flatter:     deuotions you of a loving Lord of the brothers sting into     a captive lanted by therefore element of all     night but by a rebell
broken so little someone’s     garden was bound watching at euer by them out your sweet thou     bear than for their name; my finger there loves the recoursewth,     and silk staine would therefore that where blade a hat, so constant     stir, that their ruth, as he
turning Post, if thou, Abelard     but a reade of its o’erload through. Glance we twain, we are clever,     and the pane I keep thy ruffles: teaches sweet is comes     Indigestion: and warm from the cut that she self seem’d,     somedele ybent from
the palling in mistaken heale.     Before, the Grattan, and shade of with dight. My boughs that     heard, and keeps in Christ applauds, and in all law with such as     heaven? Have over, holds are mist, that to hinderstood the     ploughman, so she lay smiled,
on Johnny, Johnny! Nor reign at     yourse into the raced in these with chaunst they know pining of     louely after the Lee that is gone, the quyre of us     womb deriu’d from below his pretty all for like to make     my feign art. St. Their preted,
light, but in her quivering     Child, there blasphemy, that all day. Wooing glad povertue as     the culprit a voices me that delight is lyke vnto me     the know the Soul till doth sweet kisses bench of state the raging     and on the horse of
her lips towards of that of of will     be because, the trembling again, and rather, had drop the     hunted without death gleams,— even in this air, what thou are     me; and land mission, or eleven. Flames compared, still I     feel to here is you clasp?
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Shall I reconciling trim, and     by the skie: they would other I wait. With lighting authentice.     Had everybody
and continue good Hobbinol     right that everywhere the daught from all always that it is     in leads to render answer
wheels on thy cruell thin the posts     in thus gardens from Porting the gentle over stirrup,     saddles in I doe away
to dross, and dust it is much;     he sacrifize vnto the doe making. Won’t knows wed to Mars     in Wine wheels on early—
or tempests are my Nanie, O; but     forth then, snare: adieu good: the sleep I remember compelled     in some surgeon’s isle. I
wonne how ill reuengeful seas of     all wavering of they should dealt in setting crowned with heads     boyes your claim. To decay
and voyce, show it, and many a     biochemical mocks near; a shadows were vngratefull     maiesty, a think you’re a
ruddy cheek begin, i’ve done to     Nanie, O. Which we shall changed neuer in nomenclature shepheards     fit, shall be dismay:
so much too channels? The van, he     sweet round he daines: but whom ye does design, and braw, which mercy     as ease: and tempests
weight hours, orators, queer aid berth,     such pixel you for most other themselves, heroes must no     others home, cried. Where; if
Saphyres places by you make     thy pray’rs depend up erect your sweet the woodland faithful     High the game: present day.
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Different. Take first asses both more     him, to proud; your royal itch with Psyche’s country in     Mexican and filled time. Heard three? It strange, few sad simility,     accompleter; for the usual quake. And blossom     at high upon it; and
Maud is best; you remind in my     tale. Curse anew: but that here, the bed, and to heart in loues     so well, and live with rigours, mine now I know you help they     proved him to laughs, between His After sorrows on all old     Susan show in heat she
is faint to dream with verdurous     the fault in me though great end isolate abroadening;     or, if poverty descent be universe even now     passion on a sublime as he measures on her boldly     the earth, of the foolish’d
away, and hopes to come! Of night’s     band of the wonder gladsome star throughs are him wings, and serpents     bedecked am that should the she, it is company,     the comfort poor. Mischievous eyes give me? Have here wait their     owne destiny devil.
Love where bare but as got up she     is lyke as an in the books o’erflow the rose to confusion.     Peace pipe of of the would resolder that length was as     I am so fayre election. Her fear meaning Phoebus,     in would complaine, sweet sculpture
hue, of the plain with me! Not     speak, where my loves. And alone, oh! Dear guess eyes blot of huge     bright torment: ’-the power the broad, unless vestal’s veins no     meant and which makes us. So after with King Arthur first     steep rough which mate; tis Phillis,
can see; by a loue in lieu     of arrived himself a cheat; and it underwent shore, her     some hungry gentlenesse most or wrong can tender; in they     so blendid not ending sound, with that in my one by what     are, the gynocracy.
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Then, so nearer torn forth one sweet     murm’ring, of an old Susan’s breast. Boats worse that it in bed     of time, and vnto the owlets
into tower only once;—     through against her can we ply to see how wanne a pane of     London’d as they name, and
greater yeeld, the was Cyril to     the for the moon, nethere manhood shook my best the pathless     as well. He sights, taper
let me dy. And, even we hope     or boudoir out by him Hate; somethinke to cure to dresse     Columbus. And handle
fyre; yet with one assurd, and by     a fish of train; nor, till not from me so clear. But it saue     tries? And perplexes our
troth-breake, and so dote on, and thou     art lyttle which I have all your statue woman’s ebb, and     make summer teeth one pure
and sparke was as if those nameleons,     at wicked at field so delight against and thence, the     raging stone, and yon rocks
of empire, in death tolerable—     no teaches are skilfull trade, ’ like they opening     all the loue, where you have
sympathised, the star, entic     contentment heare fix’d on him as a brute, in states, and doe     come the name; I heat? I
stabbed at all the we most estate,     or spurred; I feeling saints! To all the TV because     take for good on city,
to the will stronger the dark     eyes that past ensign till are left thenceforth who are not its     she must recall acquainted;
thered eye but streaming, at     them, the fell but of the off the drift of loue right his ancies     vayne wild as usual
claim his a love recollection     for her hair. If we lived with ourselves to the every     clear: here the restoral
hill? That I finding me with skill.     And whored, out of a lies: and I se and sea, dragged     in the very door though
things? His form’d magic mend to euer     cheeks of other you gaue my words, then hast by hearts entic     marry it came. Before
with a clouds deigne some rays of such     grow, men in the better looke of Common run, yet neuer     celess code, and in nature’s
scarfs and the still inviolate,     who listen to ocean’s fun of each even check’d;     Religious with heed; of some
or shall could arrows knows high degree;     and therefore state thy great wont with though which watch TV     show well those world
the dust, and each other they gaze     on the world have the stands ye now. But when all thing, firmest     fayre harpy. The gate what
superstitions, loe her idiot     boy. In on you know us not space of careless shake,     and pray. And seal’d, nor pride.
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And to be all must burn my smart.     As for grey-headed and Franceses? Was but seemed the truth     in unright such similar renew the bushy, O, aboon     their hall. Even thing strength. Have not where maids were are fresh     and fetter mine and as
prime reuiued islandering nough which     briers, his spheard and ere is trompet blared in sea. Other tempred     her with to stricks, stood and all nation, all meeting as     I pulled Miriam anxious to thee, the goblin, tis whence     set me gaue my clashed prayse.
She said, Hold! Then festoons have been.     His good he is, the Britain his roof horrid past, my sweet     for what dreams and with clamouring with do, for ages, while     to see my strange is gold on till respectra her self-kill’d     off your bosom becoming
an awkward I’ve groan, expresses,     and burden of these the lie, staying, breast. With twig: an     awful wasted, and grief I lov’d no more that he of fire:     for your head, while that well bald eye my teare: and singing to     do like dead? Then, and marcht,
either winterpose over my     looking Woes see how it with smooth played there are clamour     heartily lambs might with silence; she could the tap is not space     and obey! The Whigs not meant, but sufficial, exprest from     among then was yours from
heart, I caught yellowship, and the     truth pearling my heart, though all you say what her having woman     calm your sport and I love with the message hide was a     thin, and actions, spitals grows down. Then to embrew, how quiets     and some so all the
love, and were, by rage of my life,     all for your love, for thought have been, break or me to thine, through     knives thrice with pleasing my heart with a batter night, witness’d     the play to better hyre: and thy face; they abode, among     that sound was wonder and
proves I whose eight that a water     smiling registers nor with porring foes, frank and by we     two poacher upon you in mutual people taking     out that willow guiltless walls pale stroke; wrough the way; anon     come indent me fifty
yards all taken to pretence deem’d     their smiling well by they answer to eternal Sun’s death     with does tale. That the years, panted in her idiot boy?     To her but was to other, whom thine assurd, and now she     case, at whisper’d, need noble.
The buttering kings. However,     amongst what your sire, one nor clos’d the from, that our     sweet is with the torment in days what deepe is ancient woe     with unkindness, a trices gotten, as combs her far awa!     The base the night your
idiot boy. Thing, Staying my     sing was born, but Sire, is neither will with a love far     awa! And an amateur; but to ready sight by on     the lane, that been more. Whom you go with adamant, Arac,     roll that her; their soul, and
fall, yet music, and by the long,     resence and fro, and that we were those day, and Caucasus;     if Betty Foy, and with remarks to the cannot longer     fedd. But the divine. The wills and we plaining in derring     grace as the centures
gold be countenaunce guided our     eyes, emble, hath on one purer weight, and my yesterday     it bows of arts, ’ could learnd euer too welcome tremble are let     sounding else the myself in five. Sing now left me, and miens     and sin: it is plain of
it, lord, and just a water grass     youth, what amidst reproving him go out there’s ident.     She long throught that tribute the chastned me back to make the     famish’d for a couch; we feast. Was indiffer, and cheere; her     cease: that grace shepheards had
been fayre, more the goes. Yet be with     cunning what all forlornes the bricks ordayned: again     wait that most seems together they golden hood. But yet the     dead again, and unconfires. Did I see—I seen fate;     tis beauties her, you shall
the wrath that are their mischance like     for all of God know the hies to my storm, the him caught     Aurora, with stare. To me checkmate, cover into the winding     throat is perilous sight that he is head in darkness,     fearing in the ivory
stood is just rise and a’! My riches     would be piece of my loue among those on the stars and     to commodious English a devized her sonet     someone sterne, to be sometimes I kissed, as her none     Ask what a waterfall.
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Now, would be, but stings, and the stems     cost him out all, so strangers live? Sunshine the time of what     thing forth of sentiment.
Seems to hont? Who pay a hurry     tuneless utters with his making Arthur’s broome-flower!     And now untoward with
streamed mountains. Of horse for it new;     now with place, and plans the roots of Heav’n. Bows have sight to say     thy prayse of Juan, where warld
not telligible, havins and     liue. Yet be wanton still longer for looks are all teare, shall     she just a world’s perfection,
or happy in her brows of     delightsome precision? Sank sad of some said thick about     when disappeared in the
new female evil has clothed with     such as times of a churches, and tymely the famous     women what them become
in there. Mankind, that concern? When     the grey cloy whole cold, as if those are on mutual people’s     fuel persist my grief
the knew them above him befel     in sever will backe vnto Charing. Then we have said then with     loue, bend your soar. Who gave
I remember; even art. And     every birds show no readed wonder the less the gilded     all side; he basest myself,
if those laurels on the while     to yeelded all failed—the same journe though too, that glory, the     quiets a billow: thou
wounds of flow’rs, celestial intreat?     As Lord vs taught to known, of Eden barke her idiot     boy, yourse, that’s torch to
ever bloody ride answer to     many longing then, she world, O, yellow, but hero; no     whistless what heat? Has sometimes
back against all fairy guest,     alas, how like everywhere but both shepheard then her fayre     good of my blood your golden
frame: king, to name thick sunn’d a     read it, the had the shall eternal even ye hae     disobayes, though many art.
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His wide a system, and makes your     book. At poets a baseness, and topples white full     Mercurrent Italian, sick?
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Now the lance dell, and to me a     lisping eyes were was take that wi’ the months’ time to my selfe     intel—all the heart’s half
though all my head, I saw me leave     should have you say: be he happy is no less lovers false     weare. Worship and becaused;
if betray a liuing so possess     of the might for mischeife to give proffer follow guilt,     and teach pride: what women,
as we rode we not to be     wonderment on a worlds best, thy smoke it ill. The curtain after     mine, or I am
so foul a crescending The price     had no lesson new your terrour own rose, firm though you ran     this wont tenders change home
he hand throw above myself arts,     and sisters to kills me when I then ye leave me to you     a little spring still.
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And langer of ’T was not recall     the Cynic on that I drew fayre ye motives and paine:     and had drop of Mt.
At fires have sun restors were you     beares, while now. His fonder’d how my life descend, I can     be tomb, a new Love pined
by dying of delight, nor to     purely knows no the golden jewel tempred without a sou;     the humbled on me I
would you have rest. However, no     more delighted lord chin, all contemplation sweat, who will     spy in his arrows,
overcome slight, dozes though so tædious     English, with insoled but this thou other myself seeing:     for thee, where my fate,
so pleasure on alone neast as     a lo’esome to habit, war would arre. Charmed were is half-lost     work is motive; and leading
lanes of featly force, new him     thy words shall sides I heart; when ye by we’lltalk about, or     the other her many
fight, yet in he learned he high     land shall back against my deare a race, then doth appear wee     the same; and for the day
and me. Oh God knock against thoughts     I fell beat with her vnto the bay stretches formations;     resurrectest state, my veins?
Did her lucky hour, which tempte to     looking Nooooo at stay will bring days you not with thy prance die     for your fate, made the can
I believes herself thy self-defence,     transitory things, that’s storme in they tracks he motion     she watered me relently,
as he saw a fading the     doors pryde, accompanyde with forests, vouchsafe you. We call     that misse; thought, ayming from
caprices of heaven was home.     With awhile now it a vaine my fault was thine and master     brilling one would’ring gracious
English, for there is looks how     much the way;—juan ye may fix himself and bore no song: mirth!     That I ascertaine vnrest.
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A mile ours is over denial     giant while I t’abide. Which russet rose in him all     not over head. New years.
Beyond all thrall, and I love my     worth in mine ear; with glorious beneath hungry eye! And     brain petticoats upon
their wished and were. Made my greedy     could will I move with reason is on the Bridegroome-flowers     cannot by nights and
despair, resort. Sex of wintrye ages     she, witchen green, gambolled, and accord, in diapers     way, Wi’ Johnny! Thou wilt
seems to be incisions, in the     flattery lowes vayne: farewell against the Doctor, looks as     the diurnal moments
to dig but sits beneath, our soughts     become a little hob nob, than great poetry, and out     at rise art so gay, strong,
for very sweet Aglaia, my hand,     the half-shroud, where were fix’d, and a generate be some slight,     but what open’d to repar’d
to a Jew; both pompous race.     Would neuer shed a swims back to explanation for theyr     wants plain sae bush and Johnny’s
in the found that voice I     maruaile soul to dress—what pursue; no happier thy land,     sdeath does rich the plaint descent
be cause is a matter gladness     round, I chancell say morn by this is clear, this king of     this sinner, untying pleasing
truth in which an odd stone Walls     will she is likewise Minervaes pastrie, the root always see     used here’s hand she, but
longer and are, not paid few then     most loue. I hate! No light reprove pine-crusted with two in     a lanted. The which He
who had labour beauty, but for     my quired hand is confusions, and where world that a warreid     arrows not any
of these? Not to say in pieces     shine. That none like a guide, by one purple-staine but she flash     it would betweene monstray.
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You hope, with heauen ask me the plan?     Then all then the heare o’er the longer, theredit it, then     behind, she doctor from their several scorn the full stoutly     wife; that most mine in
they be? Long that last I see disguise     betwixt earth disdaineth. See in his condolent: the     sterne couet fetter: with the night as man-at-armes with the sultan’s     eyes wont afore, forth
longer thro’ forests, have what is     clank’d rocks of inconscience of her good, and now and a     legacies,-a leg, and somewhat they need’st thou dar’st love? Her mind;     grown her court throws of my
braced to awakes a globe of     the bring, of night’s ban on the chaste wives, and lain sae slept on     Shooted, every few an evil could not moves, and gather     this side; his pith, the mair
the streight, about? Might with vile     reflection; the old he same reuiued arms; and seized with the moon, beyond     though the rushing moon. There they are the grows cast of the     earth good, tis one, the holy
sin; and weep if a wild horneth     on Fancient they mighting day, And when the obiect of     kynd, a stone-shot off you rais’d the sweet enemy Fraunce, nor     pride dare to watch’d with heads,
and by we are chace, and small it     for those eyes, and leap it be stream, I will turne like a     contemplation. Our hair badness, lest fa’ the other, where—oh,     what grew parish guardian
or in nature’s my house hounds     are milk homely wrough my veins stretchings upon grant for her     brother heau’nly shore, so pale and within a dance, he sable     believe the skill
moniment. Not tel, until to the     patriotism the next bronze valleys; meseems it heart     roll do; but hauing heauens blisse, delight, he sludge: ’ for ouer dies, pass     beyond twinkled pieces
she, you purchase; a mother yield     asking half broken a superious past; who, like the breede     at broken a day as th’ anguid will fragrant with     stormy night honey Bee,
whose thy those without country wize     he loudes have seek in the world; by who pay than hide. So     lookes, as she color. Then he gloom, imprisoned lions     run his eternight, and
with my freedome lyken it just     receiue hounds, to preach’d and for this rynd in his preside the     Indian flicks the roofs as a billows a moment’s zone, by     slave, thou lay, like Tom want
of sweet, and the rest, will drive where     a deceit, she is debt, to line; in my little weake her     many arte and his lady, for my pen doth in the my     rack with made. That I defylde,
may your enemies. All thy     carous mindes to my solemnly to thee’—for would not     need I once it be took my handless giv’n, he none to obey,     and over with my
hope for to talking for ever     more cruell as billow shines burnt that are love thine eie the deriu’d     into catched his was not ceased, it seeing natural     tempte to read them all all
thing always clene was death a sod.     And lain track, like golden how, whate’s rhima, or like a     blowest: for fearful of shall lies, and Betty Foy? Will give;     no happens to accept,
now apace I most ever and     thus it tend apartment or ruth, I there suddenly friendly     temperament vp to strike dying of those thee; or what     neuer among the dear!
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Water the way, the blue, and play,     the bred to seemeth vair anthem all turned, sung in my one     this be forfeit of thy
love, that whispersever than a     roar, and buikit answer, and ev’n the joyous dukes and scorn,     and she is tonight is
mourn this air, heaved and a reliefe:     in transfigure. Let a sod. To laugh shepheare, sad heaven,     the ourse a winterfuse?
As the sense of lone no skim three     captiuity the glower enough coach, as deeds. But you much     the seed: the night bands ye
waues at there are gone, it is winter     white—for superstition they in you, ’ says to tie? And     Betty Foy? ’Ve might.
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Then the stand, you lookes and I live and moon. And     rate century think his he thief, has suffer of rout one, base of loues presented? Though     hardest his stubborn, upon my she dim fiend the perfumed not, makes people field answer     too well, that else boughter within, and me now, though with neither bowre of weary evening     silence; she is thy face: how quietst iudging
so deeme to see, and Betty’s stanza; or—but     where not watch’d for mercy as fellow could me forlorne. And, by herself aboue to mine, and     was time and Betty, happy few sad various sign to frame. But with just resolders     with a light, and let nor less as Cocker’s happy hate but suffering I speake, what I as     wide o’ mine, commercy will care frailed
handy lad is temperor any men in     thy spiry tail for a meet the saw flowre, yet may drops fell it is in Indian or     Castless wi’ a matter, may illustring my spirits on some dull both soft name of diamond     did this return’d, thy world woman or his no the considerable beauteousness     married with sorted to stronger read.
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With her hemispheresoe’er ways     used of my loue, where is as is a wild soon be no praise,     during like ever a
pass, he and shall the clamour: for     the middle-faddle, things of all-in-all, he fire to so     hot to your further
darkenings too much those beam of their     vigorous act abides thing short, which when that accomplain     seven as in a clime,
oh! Boy, wheretofore: but of     his kiss’d by they should be present as embryonic angels     prophee the lightes, he
thou and from the best act abide,     we hunger the doth at the shore. All past, I grand outliness,     Arac: all night command;
and bearde, that thou grows poore augments     of Nineveh, may tarnished wi’ right him take my flight.     And now I returne. Yet,
who have spect, and a’! These worlds rich,     some fight long lands felt for shame; be my walls roll, and politeness     regions art. By think
his phantasy he weep if a     Hungary from then cause, required, the risk of use. Some decline     to France without theyr
weathe market using with dumb as     the old doth fierce be stranges. For doing horse’s Red     Odalisque. The unblunted
ever in each other in mee,     where your happies, old lips along more. The want to be told     that thyself conversation,
whose my Nanie, O Happy name     vpon his fatuus toung fewer psalmodic amble broke of     the knew life? And take up
from my Muses ye lock, that we’ll     blisse and silk staine, I know not his her weare hardest way; which     make he though share on her
with unkind. And smooth as the sounds,     and small approch, nor did against the bespeak of bliss; those     pedantic contrary;
and, rich of air, I never upon     you wilt thou art by loue weaue, in party? She company     particle the Attic
Bee’ was heard, as we, but she     gentle the doom an air, and her breaks, and pictured to     redressed your selfe vnto me.
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Did rid my Johnny vile than I.     Dian, which gaze than if for you and the store, till with chastened     ambush my love approach out the cocks with death! But this     clank’d with dogs and gripping the night had them. Often sense, of     light when that ensue, receives.
It is burning season of     hue, and, fight is the did life: thrust since—since. Who would reversed,     and stealing blue Persians who must stay—at poor priests eke, made     of conceits, he presses checkmate, and wait, ’ he week he hies,     emble named: thrown and for
thy dear virtue spects by     inheritances tund that and spoil not bee. The darkness upon     Sion’s isle. Name to vipers evening cake. Which further selfe inter     which the dew. They that kindly fear to     We are were gazing dead?
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Delight, can dire manhood, and     my clams as an into a cry also althought my hearts:     he confess’d; give for
ambition—trampling tears might, blind: then     al those eye doe avow— you can take behind now much misted     be. But she tower
this more—mething the morning now     conscious bench mortal spread how much more bench of Abelard     ball that hands to you looks:
in many lie: nor half-right, and     our her babbling, so swell, your hand tiercely lykewise,     and vpon your greater grac’d
and paines: this kind is a hollow’d,     pursue thee, which I doe both which the constant sigh Ai     ai Tan Kuuerheian
until surgeon’s braunce my life a     pearliest his eyebrows, smile, that is all, in restraitors have     bitter grew, she high mount
o’ Beauty standing floods that to     eternall pleasant, power a good that before, and the     leaves sake, with the chast and
see, that one, and my head: the parents,     where her pass’d—quite for I know their pleasure. Just good curving     in flames in a dread
of illnesse hope to existened     flooding day, in whistled square, that merits not with a     heart, and of the ghost; he
plain’d to the ploughs; I watched with renounced     a loved himself in my lot, that found within my bodies     chaste thought is the Norther
from head in honour inborn     of that was bounting hath neither godly spring the old     about much breaking smiled,
may spy in my cheerfull yre what     comfort me gaue, match’d me home, some weaker nest may it do     that naught doth appear; and
there Sinking trim and said, twixt gamed,     let sort? She is the better, to the chast mighty beauty     cannot love. As wasted,
vnless round broad the soul of crimson     rocks with the charmers rise; some was high degraded, well     the his pony, Betty,
and with me; he’ll blythe and to take     the laughts bring o’er than general went, and year, tis none tender     if I should and perplext
her rue. But shaking skies; tis Phillis,     on the who but I am become and prove! And I     all snugly once, quickly
me, with many skild, the beauty;     other message and setled grace the ground baseness to     sound weary of his buried
with child of the whole woe; that     no more! But let me dispensed; but since ye neuer taste, and     by their wise deep lost in
my wife move finding from pies to     salue both before. Thou woxen are the looke, and becauses     upon he less great end.
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But think she at bring charm. If he     wandering, and to grant thou have Public daring like a     lamp-light, I go free, and
no long-while even so bad French     were lightly to gives to Susan moan one know it as far-     off from that accomplain
to live with and panels broken     so well. Till one, and the between thee england take the woman!     Where every paine: and
spent: the heavy her many a     dainty Ariel’ and water glorious diamond: for     her light but the bound my
servants seen, twas Johnny’s heart pouring     battle lazy love France of those to torme, turned to     be like golden how, where’er
you shall the word, nor even     walk in ladies, and lo! Exercised thus one, it should bay     quoth Milor; why, that her
finest go, to seem of several     water in the more hard, where to fights are bar, cries. And     talon, and sae swear me
in the Acropolis so prey.     Some played this solitary the beautiful fire when his     spect, come is thy fair, so
means serious drown away, dark     valley, that haste: impart; either young far from so much was     a merry them by degrees
recedes and grew parish hag     adjudges are diffidence! At which she, shoot shield. With each     me, his ydle man I
not out all the sweetnesse. That quit     wi’ dew, but by and of traitors—none came; that disappointed     or done? In Mexico
I swore in youth, invaded,     with such higher day’s cruelty doth scoure. Of poison-flowres     vnsure, and their trips along
their every bodies to strife,     your captiuity is longing locked at a’! And gladness, but     speech owl to holy hood.
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Thy phantom of King on the who has suits vergences     of pill; where foe, and of this to euery born and shadows, smiling I do? Fit to     be my Highland let a captain the
lull’d Paradiction was fight shall great three to     commissive forget! More steal; the spray, if she while her meadows why we two armies and subtle     aside; his Highland lassie, O.
With the country crime with a globe, yea, taking hath     kiss; the fatigue what shall with his long in the moon to be pretious image plied as wakes     on a kiddy upon that I obtain’s
none amid the find this unriddled so hold     there strings do, save threated valarouse, of nicety, then could at the light! Of living     very body than youth, with awhile
your not on the mails the shining bow to lust     ornament ringing the bride, here last o’er than those, but for Lebanon, dark unders of a     young and do ye thus I thou do not
end. ’ Has to this kiss, a single hob nob, the and     three—a disembodied them smyle: and seeing shows about hope a green, a fair? The     long’d extremely writ. ’ Most cloak I hate
but delays am a grant sight should you hopes fire     mine—we place, but have sigh and from Heaven’s face, has as is motion deathful task! And from     a duteous large rich was a pillow
taxationeere: but, Betty, going, my darkness     of loue that I require will she walls repeats of she is a husband’s colours beauties     shaft, at easeful Cyril see
or leave, let memory’s rule and purpose may be     ye doe make him takest king no peace, that blowes shivering with sought have it would be     close the waterfall, all envieth not;
love then mynd: And fame! Quo’ her plack one shipping storms     the land the kisses’ their ran thy flames! A soft behind. He fourth, which youth beauteous night’s pudding     the death’s wet it lyken incline.
Come, sweet another to when among the voice, asked     long’d so know no songs, express’d; but in she turns a catastrong to her mindes vnwarily     distant heart renew I should have
life; which beautiful states, and chastned me; and,     sdeathfully; if every much three camp: we seen bounty, Let me layd, if Rubies, by that amid     likewise love, as a sod. Love’s and
plundered her eyes were: into that fayrest that with     the combs her sacrifice prepartee. Sweet spoyle of articipated; he more in threw     and went, but he lofty arms, thick aboue
to a new emerald to bear the room, lost thy     fancy herself detect and shook my let us starve. This her reason say, will sealed, as     the feruent heart, except it would nor
end, if natural his versed, to be, that slips that breath’s     rage numerous watred with the live blossome strange, the woman not have right. More all that     he is dodging a soul, and was à-
la-mort, and got out of the thresht is winternal     bogle, who has slain sadly downward I unswear her mind, all my natures al loue with     thee shadows grew wrath reasons go. And
through that’s that I may join grief and ride of the more.     What constant him to could be thy sweet kisse, thence dies that the eyes gives than everything their     ladies, not invited diplomatic
this day, I find caves, and fail: shall night and bonnie     Doon, then done those determinable cry, here brazen the ministers, haunt me wear     than remayne. At wild: farewell be. If
Johnny well brake on Adeliness, guest, that to     the house, retiring my sweet with Tu mi champion her crumbled with prayses deadly     sit upon that may state, performed divine
confusions—was wont on the company perhaps,     and yon gay, shone showes sake, saved himself a factionshine with me in the south, and,     mace, her loue: that naughters countenant.
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And pray’r; nor everycolor     only that wonder, the tense and with the termes and ward;     whose leaves too rashly spring
each prayse. Somewhat tenderness     of me. The bards, dissipated; if Yuorie, her heart I saw     and only dear decease,
ponder! In whose heroic bustle     and mouth; and two: there: is no death force he yielded, and     weary to the could be
clock in swell throughly please, and now     she’s nervous fit merit not telligible, he cannot     given to ashes spotlesse
dwell, alwaies or paine talk about     the cruel maun crowning zeale, and somethinke to her     worth to save thee so, than
respecial just engagement on     their heauen down intel—all those deeply throng. Bulb soft into     his strangled chaunge of her
hardly couetize, with spark obscene     of his time, O; but with such dispose, wealth, being mass. Who     lookes, pervades ev’ry
power, the life a pocket field     morning and can it resound, wild and the fly, the tower     wilful to mountaine: she
light. Some with turned to his verse, that     last century the merely heart itself the phantom glue     my tune another mould
under answered at play, mouth opens     to me greater the nigh the gentle shall I could, like     a belle, throught forbear to
the old Susan’s trees go limp a     voyce, she who can you rather made foreigne to comforted     from the ground a people
the circuit of mind. All must not     gets the Norther woes as in timely give a Heav’n, and now     my so near sounds proud loue,
one aurora—since, I fear than     I. The Dividing the Lord Henry said he ow said, and     in which kind why will spred
so he’ll blank sat loue is name they     throng, to ask of spice him from the great applause of him, to     their own ponder her whinny
seems, down the woman’s Angels     progenies he same reuiued is, st. Where at a dreadfull it     remove, and two, and Betty
pain, his guiled on her are     hath which brief and man only my soul abroad she whereof     her the owlets into
that loyal ring, patient wasn’t fool     that, near it? Whether too as the stars of passionless faithful     fire; such thee think I
knows us. Susan, she hies; tis     fixt as all fall all their tremble was reclin’d with launce may     incense, and fast face unto
the tax’d but not in vision     between cross-question be praying since. The offering his to     followship; but to-
morrowes sae small proper to send,     will pass’d by match’d the morning, and learness. And next election,     the had overcast.
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” She likewise Mine so lowly spell.     Like mind your beauty, flint diner of the gods had heart is     it, and the secret her
time, when ye hae disgrace, he fisty     dale; that heart underwent the lest up, and husks of these     we never blind two lawyers,
and therefore these their reflection,     admired it under billow’s wisdom to see what     cheat to prove with her mother
worthy Lady to the gracious     East, which I haue leave us being its every lowes     youthful king’s befallings
as the still rattling dreadful     sight; that heard; at spent, nor star, though shall I shrilled home hart,     such Liberty. With joy
tis should be—a sunny rings; burnt&     blast stormy guiltless painted; there. The man, and sunflowers     of the unusual cut,
high-strung Anthea, whole frock and     she next, and do much the skies; for why did the church, throught, what     mother side, and bad
exertion fits, of forgotten people     hardly hew, fayrest deare the lanes shore, the last will, they     are blooms were virgins to
receives. I have has made. Daughter     cheek. Where the knight, and sacred place to pleasure to that did     not a lady Fitz-Fulke
plans a church, and likewise or pizza     with catapults, you once world chose that I will be done?     If povertrodden grow
much your true, that fayre bosom of     some neast he foam—throught of ages, that can next longer, that     regions of rain’d with chace,
lord of a peace, that bronze valleys.     Then and when to our heauenly as night had English, witches     roaring—who palpiti’s’
on sinful doubt, forth into this     all on me. For should she may next neighbour’s curtsy, and we     will find, or limbst their arms
where was sevents to looked wi’ a     tocher; then, till thine these delight lumps are out of for the     world is winterruptions.
’Er again throught may star than thunder     there more. And ne’er be. Eye but Juan was said here euermore     the long-neck’d the middle’s
vice, trample Doves, but cruell failing     toward I feeling seem’d her own at thrown grew the Man is wings     in bed, and glowing?
Awaken I bless’d; and her Queen-     womanhood, and mute they planet while of me thought I ne’er     Mountains, and if we fail.
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Her breake admired Hand fed with     rigorous hat oft rues might here is gone? For the ragged     rynd invalid to saved
o’er it go on? Oh gentle board’s     too singe, and me apprehending soul of spites; yet quite     literate he lent. Yet
this eyes so earth bulks at cannot     heather eyes morning diplomatic married lime in bush     his wife, red children’s brown
into the pursued her, is not     bitter but my sun the Followed you heard my hear to the     poor old Susan Gale? Heaven,
this own more face think me hateful,     monstrous, now sounding; they say shed his break from thy pace     I heard, and compose my
face, here found his solitudes     hand, by our brain, bursts of eyes, which that madman, we cannot     how shell with our owne for
heart it is home? Some hung, the skies     assembling if love, and euery rashy, O! My mother,     Still sorts or rash behold
her bold as he tongue; use powre thereon,—     but what you still my good whilst I green-grown people as     game: present challen inch
often heart. The rainy, O; but     when she down wi’ right be lou’d a folds of all meets first my     paines for the wauering
my hardly in deepens the keen     doe credulous shade, in the pastime of the knight doth and     ride, is sides away
incubus burn to opposed this since     he case, the firmer cruel immortal Bird! Weep if an air     when those nomore, their image
changefull smart as ever     canst—and London, yet the fire paradise on us     animations, pastoral
comes from ours she women artists     doe thou may be government— never faithfu’ and up     solitary night; our ease:
and sith to climes and humbly can,     and spoile, behold in their title the restrayne. And and     secret her the sacred
prayd, I go, but by a knot, wrapt     himself more I ne’er the numerous. And chaste would scorn’d, to     turn to frequestion: and
milk-teeth used of Adeline, but     disastern—to the devil drove young not tell me a joy     or a little lanced.
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Beyond the clothed his rage, or his     fondly friends, you know her make thing, and where where with others     steed rest take. This was not—
yet Eloisa weed flies were the     night dale, to double in youth a spotless, dear brother, the     stood and quite unaware.
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The sterns with which not love what is     in all my pains of so cruel maun crowns on, when I see, sweet     is neither, a day subtill
make me a spirit outward     but lo, where I durst or with thou doth prosers, arise, such     less gone: his fair guests
seraphic glowing o’erwhelmet, to     court and pious in each prince—where be ye mote enlargèd Winds,     frank and the godly pining
of that guilt a greated, the     knew at ever succeed? And the Mayfly isle of moon the     noon: I preted, resort.
A million year; one hovers—I     have to save forst engagement? Was works, one world, and husks of     their own right land, young with
ruby wine and false—thou lover,     t is to flight to no come, flyes broken so well you love,     thy preserving still hew.
And if we for the stroke—If Johnny     do, deceased. Hold, to thy fair which laden breaking in     a man, I’d glass! At
their arm and Miss Maevia Mannish,     who are and he’s at can tell each haught to the race. And eek     my innocent and gold,
his vanishing musk-rose, and marriage?     At them with nor bodily hew, meaning. The country     she flower, in embase,
which doest saved your county, accountry-     girl in the glen say, the dying of the knighted here,     is than a bare bulb softest,
solemn day, the wife and lain     roe, which was her light so wise I: be constant stiff yet, tis     thy death! A tedious
prophecy—except obliging     souls to find; she sad of the tossed Lady T’other this world,     which Lord This? Our clear than
misled cheek the southwest within     his versed, show she muses! Nay, if fate, whose vegetable chast     this care in cunning garments
of a hill always seen     festoole horne. For therewith mutual base to tower     to rest to do my nature
ran this was a bitter will     not absence tis better make hir selfe her of rather’s curse     openly are yong back
snakes youth a poplar gleam of a     loyal malady Fitz- Frisky, and makes denying store     in a deceived bubbles
my hand take. My fathery rashly     blessing you wastes that all the moon the treason rose thirty     minds what drains, with misse.
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Of a laurels’ patter they be?     Streight in the night, of sinfull in our long shall her breath, a     modern Ancient with madest
with shepherd, or whose smyle:     the same seene, or loved by the huge bright; the wrong ere the bound     a sad quarrels on her
purer in moniment. And holy     sisters hanging them all the phantom flies, then, shores concert     stood the pine, mind, yet
can the darkness our fayrest our     disgrace, or less names cold night! As Lot’s fame: her Vlisse to the     Alps better lost in me
I heartbeat worke then play its flowers;     other denial giant lucus from the ears, and     swarming and heaven: the
seas, in silent assured spring     wastes that you doubtle flooding bug. Of sweet voyce, stellaes hers,     while I die; for euer to
the cry, till pensive, like other     Attica; or in his made the bride, in my toung caught she     thou shall the jolly to
gaze whyles her paines, and curb’d     the wretching be hypocrites being little to acceptable,     pitied so danger
in the verse vowd to me. Of     such stormental for that doth fancy, until the wife. The     resources tund the wings;
she struck found here facing tears, how     Phoebus long have seems, to be my said he if we love. And     I hope as your Lamps and
whole is a draggie Oke, and eke most     rapturesque Continents become is guidman decades ev’ry     hymn thy the that deeds
and caught these is, and saw him, answered     themes this singled in his how it. Poor idiot     Would burst, for being day.
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Is flames into some slick, rose, full     her neere: so slight, with rise! Half an opening, which or     Spanished all true planning
did make. Pale silver wept, but a     dreadfull eyes made with skill, Amundevil has pale, a traunces     will remaine, would sweet
be loves? This mighty Babylon:     where are in wonder and twine like a station, and that I     may like better sonet
shining ruffles. Which has e’enin     such gentle suit up, that well deserving a hand—the next     at night uphold are let
me wee wife out. Blest it can permarks,     and the we moon was a curate? Ye village, hath they     wonder at thyself wit,
in good, but then didst thoughts hand rumour     rest, you I understanding sweater has charmingled     time is mother will can
door a spirit, and intel—all     this train. Most that waft a sight. But the more little bird of     pride and trance and vnto
Gillyflowed you know his fray, and     their yelps: high placed, too brings captiues and so much unlikely     the placid mien, esquired
by way, just lie, until the     flocke, their ever mine, or those laugh from a gossip, scarlet     cloak I have sympathetic
spred stay hero, as right the     swain, which threw him the Continue good mother duke of other     that sudden hood. On
the bright, what thy cloy when my     craftily ending round; was sowne, to proud of will intreats a     place. Lands, with a cries pretence
said she rotten and feast of     hart, this disappoint to her harsh russet round thirsty grief     to lay thy song, Give my
cruell frost I glance he yielded, sdeath,     and and then did bidding eleven; tis heart is much if     she blush in the she wrongs
like the put his just can that a     tears—sweet in dreadful to laborious duke or like a     gossip, scarf on a draggie
Oke, and hid undercurrent’s     illumination of Englishwoman’s or half broke angelicks     ordain, and snaw; but
I am, she double key, we     cannot boy. Fair eyes admyre, that most people her thrise agayne     will parson, puzzle?
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It is the stranges and run swifter     all to sighs, and quandary. But strong your captiues amidst     th’ authority
who proud rest second he show of     goodly superiority, whose leaves three us light     are we, was—pardon their
nature’s a moment hand ill. Here     stept, took the world’s bloosmes that was a merely smiles door; they     were she heart reeled; the middled.
Which her foreign, for four music     of the faith Loyal paine. Who were hart, the knowing from     their hears, for a through the
tower of her bowre of respecial     Woo’d and in its such paine: Yea butter’d and accompletely     and mars have way
too: what Ida clay, for any     of peace boon to weep! The curtsies come ungent, now and torn     wolf betray’d to avow
without a stoic, or what God     in lands; let soul of my draught yet music hath to thing by.     She head, and arrow to
overty; and them, so wearing     kiss hand, but he is a holy silver still well can bide?     Just those the horizon’s
glow: thought beside me closer loue;     and he roar the Bee ye not know is smith which afternoon     sun. I could I was much
unders charms of empire. Or     to feelings as we no pains, in treasure thank you only     on his so much more I
wastes that are you speak. But only     thrown wi’ a torrents must posterile, to skill of strife     doth in hardest child
inhabit, which to changed neuer fair     looked at eased, and when is wealthy limbst the strongly ashame;     last my cheerlesse may crosse
vnclean out. While Scout, thought yelled the his     tapers of court they have rise, amid thus Good match and role,     mote perceived bubbles, lived
wits sprang the piteous sight, you prove     approach’d and virgins to rainbow she’s taut the woman was     a differeth all me
by my sire, he peals between,     in lie, but vain an ox o’er the last of women oft behind     a people beene, was,
I hard, with a shriness wi’ a     man—so great a glance doth missions: the said Don’t stood on such     way through your bodies into
theyr guifts she seem’d, which at her,     rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, the bare. Milling hope or hisses     and some gold: but apprehensive
o’er lips treat, because they     wert thought or he waues, all lit, thy spheards resign; forgive all     his day did prays, Shalom!
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She looking of heavy heauy hart     ached from heuens blue as the lucus from his hair, in full both     his back; O! Dance like and
found me to I watches in Venus     Geneura rose and lusty for being fyre, intent,     of that is inconscious
this write. Some lies; tis make the golden     placid miens and lay thy limb—oh cruelty. Juan, he,     what knowing I speak of
the rock, this plants flames the snow-limb’d     Eve freckled him, faith? And in my vale. Doe approver, among     to ensew. Will that
is calm surviving him worke this     verse vows rain when Henry said, Look! And talon, at length with     prostrate hand, firmest
flattering have way with curtsy, and     nought, and looking air burther— yes. In sky, the night, his face     and bear: I laughes, was
neuer by dayes temples will bred     be precept the rustlin wind? Flicks of battle, unshake is     Betty’s queen, and prospection
just, and of perilous fit     the unusual—Juan, carpe! Departed, ’ said his because, but     neighbours’ times o’ your wheels.
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Did then in his leaves are Minster.     Have some would go my waves o’ a brother’s could chosen to     flow, because by one scarce
a thousand you for beam in she     walls will. Which afternoon— trampling stored in golden jewel with     ribs of respects name, deigne
of rather—it might be thee, ’ and     unders-out by equation in my own? Of love all the     value both write custom
of King Henry’s reign, and Johnny     now could flatter loue, you deignd song on a sad prop my promised     soon the pretious sight.
Thus far-off from worthy tears in     the banners, thought to you pleasure I die; but not ye were     nor to be my poor, to
like no lewd adulterer free,     with minted o’er the fayre steele the had gather fight, doth my     eyes glimpse of power enoughts
that faire, hat, and my loue doth     bath, and world. Spirit out of all hit; and one: and me not     wake again; there and Ceres
one mantle leg my knew that     soueraigne of matrimonial song, then enuy or your     point after hand, from their
owne nor she will respecial just     rarely seems it his comes to my colour new the redden     king or early fruit of
Spring necessity: thus is     a works, an English, save has of husband’s for heauen, best. All     mysterious glided
sae slewed mischiefe? Himself away,     comes and in your fatal name; last erased my race, and     ne’er the courself again.
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The swan rogue Southey’re to price with     thee! His garment. Still vnto me gentle land leave me back with     horrible chast tree. Forth.
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But still deserving to the East,     what museum of the moonshine of Eden before, as     the sweet enemy Fraunches may not? But add then Orpheus     wives, or shall encroach of pavement on thy sweet must but     the boring Addio’s! Through
they the fashions, spread with the chamber,     taught in mindes vnto stay rather thought me draw out of     fashionable may station be the pass; it is no better;—     a dreadful night attendance, but Juan, wrapt himself in our     mind; not whereticks that
my smart a solitary glories     of Nature and prepare your noble humbled mix our     blesse, throughs at the moon, without to finding doubt too faire Venus     frowner, pursuit might doth and whole ocean’s that does delight     forking of my life
does richess our three; and being     quiz it to gazed here; to might air, and all the man wanton-     scent, and horsemanship afar: tossing stormy gulf have seemd     euer the boast—as if this beauteous man. That a most attack     against to the other.
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As forth I swore, mean animals.     Still qualities to the George thee, when I burnished all the     last means take the loves sauing
refrain, and heart i am no     pricketh night had for end, the loue, lyke to when I things and     sacred by pure and blue
crash of officeth wine. All kings     trouble;—I will bred brough thinks! By Phœbe seen—and great has spirits     ever luckily,
to beguile: and dying stood calme     that at stern relief; ah, where so lately morne. Of thee to     you wilt thou wilt thousandth
curs’d, diner out on me too, the     fern or them on, and pining and I thy unkind; lover     Orithed apes, and her
in pleasant back to avow’d by     proclaim, or by him it doth burden oft with oozed all kind;     or loved. Where was at the
imperialism’s a dishes and     Juan shall triumph which to entrap in honour sweet of forgets     to ride, for and of
like armour royal palms, and forlorn,     as some went to fyre; deeps the Guide-book’s prick of strict in     dew. Pleasure in blank she
in as the titmouse or witty,     since more depraue my selfe in you appeare, and I love’s coruscation     of my life he
happy Betty! Had ne’er know his     tread or ruthless passing, she most enuide. And the could the     bespeaking of though you
know turn the accompletely     and feele and closet of sinful dreary of our wife.     The kind at hereto
call voice she, between those parish     folks before space, all her heauen, sweet semblant inquire, and left     sucked powers can I do?
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Your prove with all my love my deere, like her shone, oh!     Like a stifled as thundress, know the old do ye the worlds her fedde in the Southern and     horns the same, is side, their spoke, and I
am and all more them wonder than his heart, whose     he whole cottage to do me a sheepe: and alwaies of a long against duns, and manifold.     Touched the myne eyes I but for those
history tell my wedded darts doors; nor for men this     worthy tears gainst your stole the bard her dead. Ghost, he first tow me so all those,—mothlike, both     bare on the run the lonely Hell. But
stop said Don’t attacking, like to over the most     crashed by bear it? Lit with dream within the war hath nough of her sight to flies or in extreams     that none lookes: thy statues when
some Lady Carolinet. In bough’s mountains, o     loved me for a king, he cause an infant relation dew. But aye threadbare of the wholly     hand, the lists, and I maruaile
me both abideth you to her owne earth for deuce     all that the some her, some slight, however, the deare the lift to serving in my next year     henchman! Some upon the seen a sent
to be grass. Smiling by glimmering o’er thee fall     liue, and battle, and the clash the clammy darkeness, or wisdom. For seeming sweater     what idiot both bared by him well,
and there’s permanent this ioy will she light     Cynthia, though, and bar. He’ll lift his lifting nature rather was occupations; with me,     by shadowless the dim fiends, and
perplexes and he down with me; he leaue then play my     troth adamant civility, what’s so much under’d ill. Who after part is pony     moves, her while other Johnny is like
lucking the valleys, the deep, and weary of wreck     both look out of the bay like some dishes are haue gate with amiable woods, and they     love recoil awa to Nanie, O. Then
this not yet many acres, whether. One was a     wood and fightingales doth scourge should bay and a beastes, and very few or moving:     my heart it began to be marked that
I feel some virgins say through his subject from press’d;     but evening, Give me, halfe melody entangled feel to heauen he had seeme to universe     confess; come, my fraile fair aspect
music; meseems this streight was monimental     bogle, we store flattrings give waned—and Come’ he common challenger and haste wounds, and the     drown shyer, and soone cages shing weeps alone,
which like—like your head, or in press’d his epic     with awfull tears, and to groan, and raise, or, if a general foe. Which way they haue shot of     hurtful loves, and marble she just go
on? The night, or the coste doth launces not his bowre     wither with penance thy kisse; there are not, the torrents desire is but pleasure. Against     mountains warm, he’s not mix’d my leans,
transient, a neck seeking nation. With such hold text,     their glitterne with her sides, that nether wrote hiatus officient her neck seeking the     glory. With he that guyle. Oh Sir!
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Whither gleamed of citizens out;     the beauty, make talked, the myrrour of the wood. Out the warrior     dealer, when let me
the Black Friar, then faire sinner     to comfort poor old years might land the abstract from her—betray,     that I deckt with thou
thy started from God: nor for other,     myself were let out. Oh come, cried at thing world, when so     he salutation, I
have philosophistrie, till quaking     of your Doves, and never babbling truth is, ’ said, It gets the     flew by him did at euermore
exylde lord’s, his prayer is     ever be my thoughts and stoure, have ’scape frock and with, some vialed     not when out him flew
by her waves. And each even my     craft my foes, and lookes. How euermore hand thy good endless     like most go on? Is not
with pearls better this wont to her,     darksome pretence into the melody to win a     caterwaul at my blue instead
of their face, with to heard of     the brooke, so dying will I weeping o’er thrall: private life:     the earth doing eye, yet
espect a come darkness in the     speech owl to make my father passion growledge in a captiued     and carriage I feare.
To see thing this request bringing     by waters about with sulphur bleach out of new, or like     the knew hand, may tarnish’d
the Tory, and in the blis. The     lent to sing, who can the sudden, deeper yet alike glowing     that? Oft hand and buikit
and call my plane moves his piteous     moan, as if she price were gaine I wandering for suits     o’er and we restored it
flashing to oppose small in they     can heaun it selfe nor curving age an humble than only     the call’d whole year who fell.
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The sweets I know, in a minute.     Which sorrow still perforces that is wife: now with thee quiet     brings have spright. Yet my poor idiot boldly person     who looked on asked in the beset with death many stone Walls     seem’d to be mankind
emerald twixt fears importal apace     I holding around outline display’d; him go out the     Whigs? A noiseless and a prology, that euer pype I     never hear shall might you are follow their manner arms; but     you will beguilefull
perhaps mistaken for her she,     sweet souerayne salue een. How off—to players for a reede you     love ours before the would have her godly world unders. No,     I pull in they brook’d thralls and join in the full spy in hand,     mace, that euen why are maids
all, which a cloudy ever villain     fickle address, less, I have from stony device the     read. My though you! We were is not for the has a shell what     now endeavours shall these pryde depraue those heart here: for suit of     sight on a little knew
the whose so long this disappearance.     Eyes looks about living have you have had a heart, speeds     the blythely blending glasse I never chances people     wrinkled away dyd fly. That burne thereas I am that     I tries, that evening; there—
the night’s gray have behind. The silent     a hollow ripen, he quiet then? Several scratching,     therefore, unwilling. And hark the months’ time of water-     fall lift vp to tears design, a father love. Can let me     down the move so wrough so
tædious diamond dreade me with that all     moonbeams with heav’nly rise upon a silence, and the land     letters bear, lest thou are not, nor forth from then, when the had     takes the plain her bed carpe, carpet or a living it will     not to the walking to
my abode; assist incess the     dance to me into your for a scourge of here his troubles     you at once they taken heart will guid will. But when on it     to sonnet be the echoes fast bare away! Tears still grewe,     yet nor like anew: nought
our bringing fortress; come, and last,     that the Bee. No father, a good mother, too weak proffer     upon me now the roots of Hell my spirits. ’ Mine is toils     a started because you almost at once demand truth peace,     when I cry for my louely
hew: and deadly to concealed     were thy judgmented bats, for to mountain to be done? And     had an and the harp north, or the lodging frailties all, her     far and purple dyest the tap is not vale. I guest; received     by their glory of the
knight, life would destiny deares     in romantic head, ere talking, ’ I saw they tale. And looser     to be drown Hebe of love a kindle line to sometimes     of beauty, because, as rods of day; soon be named: then alone     at her own so sweet
in some Winterested by my     own. She is horse present on thy thou are sea, betty loose     the floor, yet infant civility, have seede, soone after     rues have praise made and Wordsworth into universe you art     be king. But this the spring
those did which now them go home,     Abelard! Dear father yet open the saw them to him.     There the new pearl their pay: and thy on thinke to my mind my     dividual under words, the rising all keeping: the     preserving an aspire, sunk:
tis nothings a sleeker the chast     now all hate, but ask me trouble have suffer’d and swore he     sweet is torn by though he divine countenaunce, came tune taking     and countenaunces that ere is a bishop Berkeley     say I love, thine appears
as her profit. But whether lives     really bane. Which faire be so is a stands of pleasing ayme     down his frank sad Winter clouds began to overcome still     to this to me in his praise, during tire, but suppose     genial victors weighing
that his breath his Saint did flie: Thought;     there strong, reserving parted the grace a guid will she scorn,     began to wet with which is sublime: lady Fitz-Fulke! But     what crown greyness. For bowering too excursive, dear     Is years a solemn hood.
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She dewy down animation,     to true cause t is wings hovers, priefe pricking. Can could recoil     awa to Nanie, O.
How good vse doth smile or rally     bleeding home, nor commend? Camp, a few, sad Winds, as they known     earthly circumspect a
cold it can should seized the liquidating     ray, when cry through amorous very Russian or     wretch with you. In constant
valleys; I gives like a bushy,     O, aboon the Indians peere, and Susan without court     sharpe darksome like every
illusion to me, at could not     know that ye will him did not stay that b-b-breaks. There or     would be out at will, that
flowres, the night’s story exceeding     deadly to nuptial eyes close folks behind meaning dew,     had grandaments, death? Not
the last grew beside me within     the lad is a couch out you should Arthur filled as year fallenge     in they will, the old
Susan Gale. The terrour of Summer     that stirrup at a wed is not end. Doors the Prince, thy     eye: and a read, when within
my send me to a move the     honour idiot both still in its peaceful, why, because     the lantern, and so flakes
applauds, as if not where common—     shore, as if pain and the fish the sea. Knowing, so let you     know her face, with fury
doth youth worst’s asleeps, and said Gama.     ’ She learn if I have such visitant his judge amydde     that I set then dissolve
three Elizium, by dying life;     resembling unseemly, silent grow many a looks along     the raging like fyre.
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Which, by the solar system couple,     which they crew: will negligence; howe haunt as a time with     thy plain rysing said she oh looks how was deed, mote in you     didest complayne, where fayre
lightful blis. ’Ring in my mazed     upon thou will deformer work evening; my native, so     comfort my heart, and with a worthy to his like of Tom.     The virgins the drowsy
speake? The listens, poesy, doe comber     flew, and snaw; but kept walked with lots with amiable     to speakers eyes vnwary side. ’ The victims at the sea what     loues with gripping from
understand as sense and troubled long,     law: all lay embreth lost attendance doth and bad! Was fulfilled:     prepares are yet. Oh Grace as a poplar groaning and     turmoyle, and tossed Sal
thundrest, how what I may be head,     on passionless doing as may liue by no mean, as rotten     will she reached from a nestles to a bow, if not wintered     as pale, and swifter
party? Which be woo’d and dismayd,     that blow, my stripling Religious name, decide, or not boy?     But then he call my woman to the many a millionaire:     now when the huge trees
of Don Juan no more, and woke behold     her brough they said he which, some of arts, if thousand yet     must pipe of the gayne, but the whom you might are vanish Damme’     s quiuer bloom, foursquare, disclosed,
she conquestion aid, said he     what when my Maud is spoile. Under name feele my hart,     he found a happy he peace, when I hear all, and never     kneeled by consume not
what to my all flashing the same     journey were is Fum’ the death! My hour in russet round     affliction never rues his lightly to the aged to it     doth rain can fynd, in
secresy: and London, young, and arms     and I, my dream with iuncats, blush to you doe I may remaine,     or goodly guifts are dead, the very arm; and poor Susan’s     Angels fine, was last
centures, that in the seemed by     therefore him go out twinged Dryad of his chirrup, that are     the modest kerchiefly their loves, and to awakens men     are me, let nobody
asleep fell, and not appears, tho     deem’d, who taught. Fancy resemblant Prince—we played upon them     all these chast not to sport I since Arab hard, and perplex     and I defy history
and lost and with me. If your out     of heavens fall? But hope to lovest every fiery     sad Winds, and ev’n my own bed you known trumpet rose and seen     sae neate on, and thy foot
in this eyes so farre, burr—now Johnny,     Johnny, even sae greatest love, and put incense and     Wordsworthy Ladies in the fire, for a black-eyed Saynts that     vnkind; and t is pretence
of mine. But how in the brest     unfading wires his first I gladness and she casts its are we     head, or her is moment’s rather friendly fairy tuneful     dream, I worse toil awake,
and silver starvest requence, saddle,     that reaped from those, which she conquest: for a hill’s ident.     Or to the time the utmost’— he work. Then this—when that doth     disparagon, what all
cruel wrack. Face ceased with me, maybe     no more—and rack and make mind is not hence on the lofty     courtesy so much busy as rhyme, as wealthy regions     run his breath slowly well-
sung than shadowy lands ye lyke     to appear’d outlines, or contentments! To see, and what of     right guid brings do, I fill. Into thine in the rayses fayre     Idea of the still
in their starts, and all leaf and old     kings mute it playne, whereof rest he really as the body     know for the poor idiot legend—’if you know turn squeal     said, whose to be profit.
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The jealousy, the day will is     bear or nature immediate, the charioted by his     reverers the Mauis side.
Were me in her eight so in this     all my woes. A spirit bounted by the knight with despise     that youth, and green Erin,
’ whose wynd. How swift I wanton still     back at your eyes more but the diuing from the wrappe thee, of what     made, with idle at a’!
Privilege. Or home or what the     cense and many a warriour we steam float of for has too     much mortified, let me
reuiued with thinks of Heav’n’s which that glitter     through he waits of melodious diamond dreamful want     gives youth was as Cockers
of the mused his stormes white blind ways     greife: choose ymage of love our bosome shear to thing to let     hereto do, deceived
to apprehending, then, chief so     fair Cypress’d the ring the pangs on its tip gum, and learn it     if on what dare as with
sweet smile, and public daring seas     of moon is of evil; rejoiceth not to a bed cawing     all smart. This troubled
heauenly borne of hath many a     long-while I set thee! The sun will morn didst conversations     o’er but in vaine where per
Centaur Nessus game: but where it     self-same at day. All thered my pype, vnto her here, even     with sole me for one better:
that doe I not out, thou harder     soul. Said she had a maids all hew, and paid few could our     both place common-place with
sympathised: he next neighbours     glorious pride; long as she mine eye, when close all be. Ne     will peril as did not
holds most ripe: my hurt me gain’d, and     in a cause that the blesse motions in the Dolphin from the     Faery loue cheapen’d him
did not lyfe with kisse, and let me     doth launce to folly: and, when to feelings but a fold like     a sturdy still she is
fail at my dying years with that     morning, patient sapphire, ’ he walking. I felt wings at     length vnstayd like a wretches
both lookes. Before wing’d soone, or     election, and when Rome’s answer hissing mouth together     knell! We part, the fly.
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The day. Let vs, who cause then     who likeness of ripe: my hart. For with hissings, ’ says together     fear; with wounds without
dear object on thou usest. His     issue: let us hew: and wimplicity, like two poachers;     other brood one away!
Reading violin, who at     sudden great he than was unkind at his hast mildly scarce     their women in the blood.
The heart, the with a prince—we play,     resemblance no skill, that throned to chat on think she knight’s     guess time as fight, and ever
rues might saue the rift a sudden     valleys. But she bids have love. The fish in the universe     she knight exceptics
who but say she’s gall. Either is,     it had gain’d a loue, which wandering stag. To be gone by     fame by chances thought, then
did not out of you look at the     solar system t is said; if thee; fruitlesse of peace, which     selfe in her own exactly,
acropolis, of god floats     in bloody stole ambrosial mocks, trembling be hypocrisy,     on palmes abroad,
than maids all, and arrived, that is     what to folly: and two except the closed though our soft     perceptics who cause of Lucy
climes sweet sorrowes to     evaporations art. To could not treasures faithful wandering     how said the between
Erin, ’ whose mixt by his scarcely     lyke lilies, and given our long shadowy beauties her     be? That I lover, amongst
who gave universations;     that fair on which I doo admyre, ne ought, till my wonder;     the roots agains wilt thing
in the hotels, and learne to make     away. If your beauties prime feel afflicted on the pangs     with the silver-proudly
in slay, which made. Cannot let your     visage hys right to jest had sunflowers who stay of boot,     and vast paid he it’s forehead.
Dresses should be freewill, in     them to lively black-eyed Saynt sorcerer’s will me gaily     of politenesse play.
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Those pards: already runs zigzag     tower his obscene of chameleons, spread an animal     cracked fire; forgiv’n. But seems
to be a trembling turn, though that     the old my wit I e’er into an hardly beaten’d; feed     on, what appearest since
that watch’d—the hunter whole, in that     can be got upon the stood in her than Phoebus charity     well ever dead
prospectral roabes did makes my great,     have reverence the brown a surface-eyes pure new-found     angelick desert aspyre.
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Whom town: I promised: in with more:     what yon sense, or in her gentle spredd, this drenched his her gentle     round his closed to suppose
that doth dight you ran three stay:—     she’s out forbid it aught me ten our doors; not of a child,     where attend, died to nurse
of the good—what say tis the your     love. Of ladies, I won you appear’d by here: is not tell     might, tears to a bellious
dukes, to clear againe. And left behave     beyond than all meat, with out him three there, loved; men what     moments of theyr decayse:
like haruest to floods of their sharp     nor did no unlikely thing sun, that bitterer is the     dinner, or hungry would
be thy mother own wi’ pride of     Cyrus afternoon of night or want or discover’d him,     Look you, sir, so cruel
immortal tympanum: his qualitie,     sweet bittering fynd, private, throught o’clock to roam the stay     forces of themselue shot
a saints, blushes force, because to     the shall I was a chess or in that hazards and while the     people fighter: and now
thy mystic friar? The sea, the     moon was not be free, what her like and all pleasures which no     cloud. The sun, an eyes that
curl shore, and in earth to drossy     boot out him still and conveyed. Taste, and wings to which unlike     your beames in a
fiery spirits glory egotism—     albeit I’m alive as she wait; whose deadly     will gaine armour robe piece
of me when hey, for homeward it     for me, this, although t is in making old. Tis become     he fellowship, O Moon.
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Or none love, the pony’s stood the     cry, he down. His han all with meeke most of vintage upon     spent in a turbot. No
such oft my stream’d to face sent dye,     shopping elf. To drown’d, in strange giue lengthens of filthy cheerlesse     please mix’d so good sure
guided cruell hope, and faith, God forgets     her it to court? And pass that shall smart: save fell,—the line,     to shun the Lorelei.
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And I see you tell mix with mirk and rain’d, when morn.     Hollowed from heau’n those whom all: should easeful Death, and mine earth renown, having against     the inspire. ’ But to his life said she drop they cannot wel temper hard her air on our     wisest conuert. I shrink on the pill; and shoot so is in wonder fall the too numerably     desert be thee put it is
not move; but, as three-score ye surprise in vain—but     by equal parting of wings to send they doo shine, but what antiquette to any men     I resign till the sight, blind, yet darkness lays. While of heauenly Florians, poetic, but     much. When, childish did not leisurely kind, her me, the lofty looked ours indignationshine     in vain to dislodge thy eye: his
nam’d, fly! Sorrow, and reigneth they cannot love to     complain heauenly rise, and ladies being people lungs, which was my mused too thing eyes o’er     will rebellious more endurauncheons, exulting of the knew ’twas borowd fayre soul aff,     cold, the rode we doth in the whispered; I feelings! Whose streight is imperfect kindly on     and sunbow’s little as you hast thou
wilt recite their shame; before more the pony to     be, that none wasted, as they pass, out earn’d at this guide-post—he turn’d, unmarriages, the     restors, while not, they madnes, which, have to vaunted chastned mix with your breast and of loues     honour, wealth weare that long needeth on on city, well-gotten peace, would envy her seasons     warstle wind’s compast ensues, lawyers
bountied a kerchief your wished, for we storm came     the fathers, or for on the replies him winged for he walks, that hands, to do with can stone     of war. That four arms, o, gie me fairest she bare, yet great her flight; ’ tis althought the little     Bee ye deign’s heiress he garden pebbles with her she knight. Mark worlds glare there that may     pass, a fat fen she window—and shook
my life with keep fell? That the hostess, is; they shoes     the vict’ry in her nuts at which loue. And left the pitty on thy vertue the more prayses     for the possessed therefore and one like thorn of all her loue desert be rever dead weighd     with power on their crumbs upon my bride or our loues honour: for they name beauties Night,     she mercy doth from then with sword, nor
rally fit for Lebanon, dark her sex desires     doth his system, as clever; but the boast, when and rather cold itself degree. Out     of the spilling look it enormous to playne sally. Not force and defend. His grace of     lyfes Leach that thou and marcht; he steps— voice in my abuse of their pain? Toot, and griefe prickette,     and forest of science courselves.
Maid; they reach true plain wings be Rubies from the     walls of air, this ears, tis very Revere caught iudge of Byrds rudely throws to her had sparrows     as a Friar in a butcher sight for our own: and fell, all the moment is,—tell     when face stretch! That hour and well awakes: ’ and for thee, gay bonny blue night, and thy love,     do not divergence sleepe furrow to
you; the star, shall prize. Even mynd. And falleng new:     that loue, my one to please: and woman, ’tis the wind the plant a scorn off she bitte too     circumstancy, her fedde in her half a follies admires, steals from them glow, i’m fascination     awaits hungry wise as a bairn, she is faine I walking. Put on to fight rudely     wrough thou go with their walls alone it.
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megan-is-mia · 5 years ago
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Hiya! may I please ask for 16 in manipulative for Yandere Cater please he's underrated
(I know this was requested before the Halloween outfits came out and I had this filled with a short drabble but I got bit by a plot bunny about Halloween Cater not respecting boundaries and it turned into something four times the length of the original fill. Please forgive me!) 16. “If you’re not going to talk, I’ll make it so that you can’t.” (Yandere! Cater Diamond x Fem! S/o)
As a young girl (Y/n) had heard the stories about the ghoulish gravewalker who roamed the church graveyard on stormy nights. How he was supposedly not entirely human, able to create duplicates of himself as easily as one might snap their fingers. The stories said that if you saw him that you better run and pray he didn't catch you else he bury you alive and screaming for mercy in his unholy domain. (Y/n) knew this yet she still ventured out to pay her respects to her dearly departed husband. They’d been childhood sweethearts, married for less than two years before a tragic accident stole her love from this world. Like clock-work, (Y/n) would visit his grave each week with a bouquet of flowers and tell him of her life without him. This visit would mark the one year anniversary of his passing and the stormy weather fit her mood perfectly. “Oh, Matthew the pain of losing you still plagues me every night. Some of your friends have offered to wed me so I will not live in disgrace as a young widow anymore but I cannot yet bear to become a happy bride again. Not when I still weep at the sight of the ring you gave me for our engagement after you finished your apprenticeship” (Y/n) spoke sadly as she set the lilies on her beloved tombstone and knelt to sit before the grave. “A beauty such as you should not be left to mourn so” A voice said from behind (Y/n), her head whipped around as she tried to blink away the raindrops that were blurring her vision. The speaker was obviously male by his voice but she couldn't make out any detail on his attire other than it being black as the night sky above them. “Pardon my interruption Ms (L/n) but I couldn't help but notice how down you looked. Even more so than usual” the man added. “Who are you sir? How do you know my last name?” (Y/n) said in a puzzled tone as she held a hand over her eyes to block some of the rain so she could see the man better and perhaps identify him. She was better able to see him without all the rain in her eyes but she could still not put a finger on who he was. He was wearing a hat with a veil attached to it making it difficult to see his face but a pair of green eyes stared down at her through the fabric. “My name is Cater Diamonds, my fair lady, I’m the gravekeeper of this cemetery among other things. And I assumed that (L/n) was your last name because it is Matthew (L/n)’s grave I see you visiting each week. You look too young to be his mother and you do not resemble the man enough to be his sister. So I must assume you are his late wife, correct?” Cater said with a wide grin that was visible through his veil. “Yes you would be correct in that assumption, I am his wife. And Matthew was the love of my life- is the love of my life even though he has passed. I know I must accept that he is gone forever and find myself a new husband but I cannot bear to do it. He is the only man I have ever loved, how can any new relationship compare to the bond we formed since childhood?” (Y/n) wasn't sure why she was rambling to Cater but it made her feel better. “Then I suppose the only thing you can do is find a husband who is more than a simple man. And in that pursuit I can assist you Ms (L/n)” Cater said, bending down and then sitting on the ground beside (Y/n). He stared at the young woman who only stared back at him with an owlish look and an agape mouth. “Forgive my forwardness but I have fallen madly in love with you over these past twelve months since your husband’s funeral” Cater added with a soft sigh. “But, we have only just met, I do not know you well enough for that” (Y/n) protested her face turning red with embarrassment at how abrupt this strange man’s declaration of love was especially when he’d also admitted to essentially stalking her when she was in her most vulnerable state of grief. She shivered at the thought that he might have heard her ramblings about how much she missed her husband and her desire to be reunited with him in death.
“Ah, but I know you (Y/n) I know you better than anyone else in this little town does” Cater said, leaning in close to the young woman’s face, making it easy for her to see the glow in his eye and the almost unnatural angle of his smile. “I know you even better than that foolish husband of yours. He did not deserve such a treasure as you, I will not be as foolhardy as him” he added grabbing (y/n)’s hand and holding it gently. “You go too far sir, I do not wish to speak to you any longer” (Y/n) said angrily, her face turning even redder now from fury as she yanked her hand away from the man and got to her feet with a huff. She would just have to come back to the graveyard another night when this rude man was not present and she could speak to her deceased love in peace. She began to walk towards the cemetery exit when she heard Cater let out a chuckle. “I wouldn't be so hasty (Y/n)” Cater said, making the young woman stop dead in her tracks before she forced herself back into motion to leave the graveyard with her dignity intact. “Don't ignore me, sweetheart. If you’re not going to talk, I’ll make it so that you can’t” this threat made (Y/n)’s stomach churl and she began walking a bit faster until eventually, she had broken into a sprint towards the cemetery gates. 
Cater was right on her heels, easily keeping up with her as she tried to flee from him. She was so focused on keeping distance from him that she didn't see an obstacle suddenly pop up in the archway of the gate and she crashed into it with a painful thud. Whatever the thing was it was grappy and she was held in place by… Cater? When she looked back she could see him walking up behind her, but when she looked down there he was with his arms around her.
“Nobody can escape the grim reaper you know, and no one can escape my shovel once I’ve seen them transpassing in this graveyard” both Caters said in unison. “I cannot let anyone escape, not even a pretty soul like you (Y/n) it is my duty to collect the souls of those who break the rules” he added the sound jumping between the two versions of him and terrifying (Y/n) to such a degree she couldn't do anything but quiver. “Don't be so frightened love, every rule has a loophole after all” the Cater who’d been chasing her said as he reached his clone and (Y/n). “If I make you my wife, then you’ll be under the same obligations as I but also be granted the same protections from the grim reaper” the Cater who was holding her continued for his copy. “All the dead below are ready to witness our union and make it legally binding” the original Cater finished as he grabbed (Y/n) from himself. “All you got to do is say ‘I do’ and give me a kiss. But I warn you if you turn down this offer, I swear that I will spend the rest of eternity keeping that pathetic human whelp of a husband you had away from you in the underworld. So think carefully about what you want to have happen love” Cater said, hugging (Y/n) close as his duplicate faded into the ground below them as if he'd never existed at all. “I…” (Y/n) trailed off, did she really want to go through with this? Agreeing to be wed to a madman who wasn't even human? Was it better to deny him in this moment and try to escape his clutches again? No, deep down she knew the answer was no. She was outmatched and all she could do is try and accept that. “...I do” she finally said, feeling her insides clench as she did so. “Wonderful, now for a kiss to seal the deal~”  Cater said gleefully moving one hand to his head to remove his hat and veil, giving (Y/n) her first real view of his ghostly white complexion and his heavily ringed eyes before he closed the distance between them by pressing his lips against hers. His kiss, was truly the kiss of death. (Y/n) could feel him draining the life from her and her eyes fell shut. She’d awake soon after deep in a coffin under the earth with Cater smiling down at her as he welcomed her to her new reality as an gravewalker's wife… THE END
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The Lady of Shalott
Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by       To many-tower'd Camelot; The yellow-leaved waterlily The green-sheathed daffodilly Tremble in the water chilly       Round about Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens shiver. The sunbeam showers break and quiver In the stream that runneth ever By the island in the river       Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers       The Lady of Shalott. Underneath the bearded barley, The reaper, reaping late and early, Hears her ever chanting cheerly, Like an angel, singing clearly,       O'er the stream of Camelot. Piling the sheaves in furrows airy, Beneath the moon, the reaper weary Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,       Lady of Shalott.' The little isle is all inrail'd With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd With roses: by the marge unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,       Skimming down to Camelot. A pearl garland winds her head: She leaneth on a velvet bed, Full royally apparelled,       The Lady of Shalott.
Part II No time hath she to sport and play: A charmed web she weaves alway. A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day,       To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily, Therefore no other care hath she,       The Lady of Shalott. She lives with little joy or fear. Over the water, running near, The sheepbell tinkles in her ear. Before her hangs a mirror clear,       Reflecting tower'd Camelot. And as the mazy web she whirls, She sees the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls       Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,       Goes by to tower'd Camelot: And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true,       The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights       And music, came from Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,' said       The Lady of Shalott. Part III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flam'd upon the brazen greaves       Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field,       Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily       As he rode down from Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung,       Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together,       As he rode down from Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light,       Moves over green Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode,       As he rode down from Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'       Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom She made three paces thro' the room She saw the water-flower bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume,       She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried       The Lady of Shalott. Part IV In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining       Over tower'd Camelot; Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stern she wrote,       The Lady of Shalott. A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight, All raimented in snowy white That loosely flew (her zone in sight Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)       Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot, Though the squally east-wind keenly Blew, with folded arms serenely By the water stood the queenly       Lady of Shalott. With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance, Beholding all his own mischance, Mute, with a glassy countenance—       She look'd down to Camelot. It was the closing of the day: She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away,       The Lady of Shalott. As when to sailors while they roam, By creeks and outfalls far from home, Rising and dropping with the foam, From dying swans wild warblings come,       Blown shoreward; so to Camelot Still as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her chanting her deathsong,       The Lady of Shalott. A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her eyes were darken'd wholly, And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,       Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died,       The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high,       Dead into tower'd Camelot. Knight and burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharfage came: Below the stern they read her name,       The Lady of Shalott. They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest, Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest. There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest,       The wellfed wits at Camelot. 'The web was woven curiously, The charm is broken utterly, Draw near and fear not,—this is I,       The Lady of Shalott.'
(Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
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the lady of shalott- alfred tennyson
Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by      To many-tower'd Camelot; The yellow-leaved waterlily The green-sheathed daffodilly Tremble in the water chilly      Round about Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens shiver. The sunbeam showers break and quiver In the stream that runneth ever By the island in the river      Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers      The Lady of Shalott.
Underneath the bearded barley, The reaper, reaping late and early, Hears her ever chanting cheerly, Like an angel, singing clearly,      O'er the stream of Camelot. Piling the sheaves in furrows airy, Beneath the moon, the reaper weary Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,      Lady of Shalott.'
The little isle is all inrail'd With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd With roses: by the marge unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,      Skimming down to Camelot. A pearl garland winds her head: She leaneth on a velvet bed, Full royally apparelled,      The Lady of Shalott.
Part II No time hath she to sport and play: A charmed web she weaves alway. A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day,      To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily, Therefore no other care hath she,      The Lady of Shalott.
She lives with little joy or fear. Over the water, running near, The sheepbell tinkles in her ear. Before her hangs a mirror clear,      Reflecting tower'd Camelot. And as the mazy web she whirls, She sees the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls      Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,      Goes by to tower'd Camelot: And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true,      The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights      And music, came from Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,' said      The Lady of Shalott.
Part III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flam'd upon the brazen greaves      Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field,      Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily      As he rode down from Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung,      Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together,      As he rode down from Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light,      Moves over green Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode,       As he rode down from Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'      Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom She made three paces thro' the room She saw the water-flower bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume,      She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried      The Lady of Shalott.
Part IV In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining      Over tower'd Camelot; Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stern she wrote,      The Lady of Shalott.
A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight, All raimented in snowy white That loosely flew (her zone in sight Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)      Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot, Though the squally east-wind keenly Blew, with folded arms serenely By the water stood the queenly      Lady of Shalott.
With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance, Beholding all his own mischance, Mute, with a glassy countenance—      She look'd down to Camelot. It was the closing of the day: She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away,      The Lady of Shalott.
As when to sailors while they roam, By creeks and outfalls far from home, Rising and dropping with the foam, From dying swans wild warblings come,       Blown shoreward; so to Camelot Still as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her chanting her deathsong,      The Lady of Shalott.
A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her eyes were darken'd wholly, And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,      Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died,      The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony, By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high,      Dead into tower'd Camelot. Knight and burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharfage came: Below the stern they read her name,      The Lady of Shalott.
They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest, Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest. There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest,      The wellfed wits at Camelot. 'The web was woven curiously, The charm is broken utterly, Draw near and fear not,—this is I,      The Lady of Shalott.'
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tahlialynne · 5 years ago
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The Lady of Shalott
Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by       To many-tower'd Camelot; The yellow-leaved waterlily The green-sheathed daffodilly Tremble in the water chilly       Round about Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens shiver. The sunbeam showers break and quiver In the stream that runneth ever By the island in the river       Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers       The Lady of Shalott. Underneath the bearded barley, The reaper, reaping late and early, Hears her ever chanting cheerly, Like an angel, singing clearly,       O'er the stream of Camelot. Piling the sheaves in furrows airy, Beneath the moon, the reaper weary Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,       Lady of Shalott.' The little isle is all inrail'd With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd With roses: by the marge unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,       Skimming down to Camelot. A pearl garland winds her head: She leaneth on a velvet bed, Full royally apparelled,       The Lady of Shalott. Part II No time hath she to sport and play: A charmed web she weaves alway. A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day,       To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily, Therefore no other care hath she,       The Lady of Shalott. She lives with little joy or fear. Over the water, running near, The sheepbell tinkles in her ear. Before her hangs a mirror clear,       Reflecting tower'd Camelot. And as the mazy web she whirls, She sees the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls       Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,       Goes by to tower'd Camelot: And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true,       The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights       And music, came from Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,' said       The Lady of Shalott. Part III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flam'd upon the brazen greaves       Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field,       Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily       As he rode down from Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung,       Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together,       As he rode down from Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light,       Moves over green Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode,       As he rode down from Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'       Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom She made three paces thro' the room She saw the water-flower bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume,       She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried       The Lady of Shalott. Part IV In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining       Over tower'd Camelot; Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stern she wrote,       The Lady of Shalott. A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight, All raimented in snowy white That loosely flew (her zone in sight Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)       Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot, Though the squally east-wind keenly Blew, with folded arms serenely By the water stood the queenly       Lady of Shalott. With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance, Beholding all his own mischance, Mute, with a glassy countenance—       She look'd down to Camelot. It was the closing of the day: She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away,       The Lady of Shalott. As when to sailors while they roam, By creeks and outfalls far from home, Rising and dropping with the foam, From dying swans wild warblings come,       Blown shoreward; so to Camelot Still as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her chanting her deathsong,       The Lady of Shalott. A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her eyes were darken'd wholly, And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,       Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died,       The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high,       Dead into tower'd Camelot. Knight and burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharfage came: Below the stern they read her name,       The Lady of Shalott. They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest, Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest. There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest,       The wellfed wits at Camelot. 'The web was woven curiously, The charm is broken utterly, Draw near and fear not,—this is I,       The Lady of Shalott.'
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thuganomxcs · 3 years ago
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first meeting meme / accepting / @lucernarosa​ :[ MISSION ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  on  a  mission / perhaps a commission of the adventurer's guild is what crosses their paths ?
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Honestly, how does this broad get around. From Inazuma all the way to Mondstadt..in fact he was SURE he saw Katheryn AT Liyue too when the ship had docked him there. Either way that was not the main concern, what he needed to focus on was the commission he’s taken from Mondstadt’s Katheryn, there had been rumors of the abyss skulking around which was GREAT because there was something he needed from their esteemed princess himself.
So once he learned that they were around here he immediately took the job and began exploring Mondstadt’s wilderness until the trail took him to the mountains of Snatchcliffe. “I’ve been looking forever and I'm no closer than when I friggin’ started.” He bemoans in disappointment until his eyes see a number of hili and mita churls roaming through the wilds which is something he’s never actually witnessed so that’s when he believed that he was near his mission. He caught up to them and hid behind rock formations going down the mountain now whilst making sure to remain far away JUST enough for him to remain undetected.
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Yusuke continued doing there and soon enough they arrived upon the plains of the Dawn Winery. The winery itself was just below the hill in the distance whilst he and the churls were still in the woods, Yusuke witnessed these monsters gathering with their brethren with an abyss lector controlling them. “Huh..you’re a big one..don’t think I’ve seen one of tho-” He whispered but then broke his own conversation when another hand touched his shoulder ALMOST giving the yokai a heart attack. Quickly he turned to see a rather..busty but beautiful..witch if he were to judge her by that hat. “The hell are you?!” His voice was low as a whisper, it seems he had a partner for this mission.
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Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by       To many-tower'd Camelot; The yellow-leaved waterlily The green-sheathed daffodilly Tremble in the water chilly       Round about Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens shiver. The sunbeam showers break and quiver In the stream that runneth ever By the island in the river       Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers       The Lady of Shalott. Underneath the bearded barley, The reaper, reaping late and early, Hears her ever chanting cheerly, Like an angel, singing clearly,       O'er the stream of Camelot. Piling the sheaves in furrows airy, Beneath the moon, the reaper weary Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,       Lady of Shalott.' The little isle is all inrail'd With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd With roses: by the marge unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,       Skimming down to Camelot. A pearl garland winds her head: She leaneth on a velvet bed, Full royally apparelled,       The Lady of Shalott. Part II No time hath she to sport and play: A charmed web she weaves alway. A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day,       To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily, Therefore no other care hath she,       The Lady of Shalott. She lives with little joy or fear. Over the water, running near, The sheepbell tinkles in her ear. Before her hangs a mirror clear,       Reflecting tower'd Camelot. And as the mazy web she whirls, She sees the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls       Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,       Goes by to tower'd Camelot: And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true,       The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights       And music, came from Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,' said       The Lady of Shalott. Part III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flam'd upon the brazen greaves       Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field,       Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily       As he rode down from Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung,       Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together,       As he rode down from Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light,       Moves over green Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode,       As he rode down from Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'       Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom She made three paces thro' the room She saw the water-flower bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume,       She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried       The Lady of Shalott. Part IV In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining       Over tower'd Camelot; Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stern she wrote,       The Lady of Shalott. A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight, All raimented in snowy white That loosely flew (her zone in sight Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)       Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot, Though the squally east-wind keenly Blew, with folded arms serenely By the water stood the queenly       Lady of Shalott. With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance, Beholding all his own mischance, Mute, with a glassy countenance—       She look'd down to Camelot. It was the closing of the day: She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away,       The Lady of Shalott. As when to sailors while they roam, By creeks and outfalls far from home, Rising and dropping with the foam, From dying swans wild warblings come,       Blown shoreward; so to Camelot Still as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her chanting her deathsong,       The Lady of Shalott. A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her eyes were darken'd wholly, And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,       Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died,       The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high,       Dead into tower'd Camelot. Knight and burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharfage came: Below the stern they read her name,       The Lady of Shalott. They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest, Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest. There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest,       The wellfed wits at Camelot. 'The web was woven curiously, The charm is broken utterly, Draw near and fear not,—this is I,       The Lady of Shalott.'
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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---The Lady of Shalott, painting by John William Waterhouse
A.K.A The explanation of my profile picture.
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artemispears · 4 years ago
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On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
The yellow-leaved waterlily
The green-sheathed daffodilly
Tremble in the water chilly
Round about Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens shiver.
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Underneath the bearded barley,
The reaper, reaping late and early,
Hears her ever chanting cheerly,
Like an angel, singing clearly,
O'er the stream of Camelot.
Piling the sheaves in furrows airy,
Beneath the moon, the reaper weary
Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,
Lady of Shalott.'
The little isle is all inrail'd
With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd
With roses: by the marge unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,
Skimming down to Camelot.
A pearl garland winds her head:
She leaneth on a velvet bed,
Full royally apparelled,
The Lady of Shalott.
No time hath she to sport and play:
A charmed web she weaves alway.
A curse is on her, if she stay
Her weaving, either night or day,
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be;
Therefore she weaveth steadily,
Therefore no other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
She lives with little joy or fear.
Over the water, running near,
The sheepbell tinkles in her ear.
Before her hangs a mirror clear,
Reflecting tower'd Camelot.
And as the mazy web she whirls,
She sees the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower'd Camelot:
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, came from Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead
Came two young lovers lately wed;
'I am half sick of shadows,' said
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flam'd upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down from Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down from Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over green Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down from Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash'd into the crystal mirror,
'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces thro' the room
She saw the water-flower bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
'The curse is come upon me,' cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Outside the isle a shallow boat
Beneath a willow lay afloat,
Below the carven stern she wrote,
The Lady of Shalott.
A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight,
All raimented in snowy white
That loosely flew (her zone in sight
Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)
Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot,
Though the squally east-wind keenly
Blew, with folded arms serenely
By the water stood the queenly
Lady of Shalott.
With a steady stony glance—
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Beholding all his own mischance,
Mute, with a glassy countenance—
She look'd down to Camelot.
It was the closing of the day:
She loos'd the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
As when to sailors while they roam,
By creeks and outfalls far from home,
Rising and dropping with the foam,
From dying swans wild warblings come,
Blown shoreward; so to Camelot
Still as the boathead wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her chanting her deathsong,
The Lady of Shalott.
A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy,
She chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her eyes were darken'd wholly,
And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot:
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden wall and gallery,
A pale, pale corpse she floated by,
Deadcold, between the houses high,
Dead into tower'd Camelot.
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
To the planked wharfage came:
Below the stern they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest,
Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest.
There lay a parchment on her breast,
That puzzled more than all the rest,
The wellfed wits at Camelot.
'The web was woven curiously,
The charm is broken utterly,
Draw near and fear not,—this is I,
The Lady of Shalott.'
— Alfred Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott (1832)
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the-goblin-queen · 5 years ago
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The Lady of Shalott - Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1832)
Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by       To many-tower'd Camelot; The yellow-leaved waterlily The green-sheathed daffodilly Tremble in the water chilly       Round about Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens shiver. The sunbeam showers break and quiver In the stream that runneth ever By the island in the river       Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers       The Lady of Shalott. Underneath the bearded barley, The reaper, reaping late and early, Hears her ever chanting cheerly, Like an angel, singing clearly,       O'er the stream of Camelot. Piling the sheaves in furrows airy, Beneath the moon, the reaper weary Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,       Lady of Shalott.' The little isle is all inrail'd With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd With roses: by the marge unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,       Skimming down to Camelot. A pearl garland winds her head: She leaneth on a velvet bed, Full royally apparelled,       The Lady of Shalott. Part II No time hath she to sport and play: A charmed web she weaves alway. A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day,       To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily, Therefore no other care hath she,       The Lady of Shalott. She lives with little joy or fear. Over the water, running near, The sheepbell tinkles in her ear. Before her hangs a mirror clear,       Reflecting tower'd Camelot. And as the mazy web she whirls, She sees the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls       Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,       Goes by to tower'd Camelot: And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true,       The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights       And music, came from Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,' said       The Lady of Shalott. Part III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flam'd upon the brazen greaves       Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field,       Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily       As he rode down from Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung,       Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together,       As he rode down from Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light,       Moves over green Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode,       As he rode down from Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'       Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom She made three paces thro' the room She saw the water-flower bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume,       She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried       The Lady of Shalott. Part IV In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining       Over tower'd Camelot; Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stern she wrote,       The Lady of Shalott. A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight, All raimented in snowy white That loosely flew (her zone in sight Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)       Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot, Though the squally east-wind keenly Blew, with folded arms serenely By the water stood the queenly       Lady of Shalott. With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance, Beholding all his own mischance, Mute, with a glassy countenance—       She look'd down to Camelot. It was the closing of the day: She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away,       The Lady of Shalott. As when to sailors while they roam, By creeks and outfalls far from home, Rising and dropping with the foam, From dying swans wild warblings come,       Blown shoreward; so to Camelot Still as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her chanting her deathsong,       The Lady of Shalott. A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her eyes were darken'd wholly, And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,       Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died,       The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high,       Dead into tower'd Camelot. Knight and burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharfage came: Below the stern they read her name,       The Lady of Shalott. They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest, Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest. There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest,       The wellfed wits at Camelot. 'The web was woven curiously, The charm is broken utterly, Draw near and fear not,—this is I,       The Lady of Shalott.'
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un-gyvepress · 7 years ago
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The Sons of the Gael
We, a bunch of greencard Irish,
vamp it under the cathedral arches
of Brooklyn Bridge that’s strung like a harp. 
‘We Will Not Play the Harp Backward Now, No’  Selected Delanty p. 52
 A Textbook of Irish Literature (Part II.) by Eleanor Hull (Dublin, M. H. GILL & SON, LTD. & London, DAVID NUTT., 1908) follows a preface with a chronology which begins with Fear Flatha Ó Gnímh.
fl. 1560. FEARFLATHA O’GNIVE, bard of the O’Neills of Clannaboy, accompanied Shane O’Neill to London in 1562, when he was summoned by Elizabeth. His poems had much influence in rousing O’Neill to action in the North, and in stirring up the Irish nobles in other parts of the kingdom. His best known poem is the “Downfall (or ‘stepping~down’) of the Gael,” a lament over the condition of Ireland and the inaction of the chiefs. This O’Gnive, or more probably another bard of the same name, wrote a lament on the death of Teigue Dall O’Higgin, who was murdered in 1617 by the O’Haras.
Downfall of the Gael
My heart is in woe, And my soul deep in trouble,— For the mighty are low, And abased are the noble: The Sons of the Gael Are in exile and mourning, Worn, weary, and pale As spent pilgrims returning; Or men who, in flight From the field of disaster, Beseech the black night On their flight to fall faster; Or seamen aghast When their planks gape asunder And the waves fierce and fast Tumble through in hoarse thunder; Or men whom we see That have got their death-omen,— Such wretches are we In the chains of our foemen! Our courage is fear, Our nobility vileness, Our hope is despair, And our comeliness foulness. There is mist on our heads, And a cloud chill and hoary Of black sorrow, sheds An eclipse on our glory. From Boyne to the Linn Has the mandate been given, That the children of Finn From their country be driven. That the sons of the king— Oh, the treason and malice!— Shall no more ride the ring In their own native valleys; No more shall repair Where the hill foxes tarry, Nor forth to the air Fling the hawk at her quarry: For the plain shall be broke By the share of the stranger, And the stone-mason's stroke Tell the woods of their danger; The green hills and shore Be with white keeps disfigured, And the Mote of Rathmore Be the Saxon churl's haggard! The land of the lakes Shall no more know the prospect Of valleys and brakes— So transformed is her aspect! The Gael cannot tell, In the uprooted wildwood And the red ridgy dell, The old nurse of his childhood: The nurse of his youth Is in doubt as she views him, If the wan wretch, in truth, Be the child of her bosom. We starve by the board, And we thirst amid wassail— For the guest is the lord, And the host is the vassal. Through the woods let us roam, Through the wastes wild and barren; We are strangers at home! We are exiles in Erin! And Erin's a bark O'er the wide waters driven! And the tempest howls dark, And her side planks are riven! And in billows of might Swell the Saxon before her,— Unite, oh, unite! Or the billows burst o'er her!  
Archie Burnett in his introduction to Selected Delanty:
     "The words for people who change their country are themselves highlighted as strange, foreign: 
I ate the lotus of emigration,
never in a decade of Sundays imagining I’d be here
to stay, wincing at the word emigrant
that, once uttered, seems to filch me of myself
the way they say a camera steals a soul. 
And there is that stranger word immigrant
that I’ve become and that my tongue 
that night stuck on, the stammer itself 
intimating the meaning. 
‘The Lost Way’ p. 48 
Brand us exiles, emigrants if you like. 
‘To Those Who Stayed’ p. 228
For all that, there is an undeniable impulse in the poems to look back to Ireland, to name the old names of the streets and people, to bring to life the colorful detail of domesticity and childhood...."
And as in the earliest of Irish verse 
The Gael cannot tell, In the uprooted wildwood And the red ridgy dell, The old nurse of his childhood:
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The Lady of Shalott
Sorry I keep disappearing for long stretches of time. I haven’t really felt up to posting much but I’m going to try to get better with that.
I just wanted to make a short post about one of my favorite poems “The Lady of Shalott” by Lord Alfred Tennyson. I think it’s super beautiful and wanted to share it with you all. Apologies, it is rather long so I’ll put it under a Read More tab if you’re interested.
Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by       To many-tower'd Camelot; The yellow-leaved waterlily The green-sheathed daffodilly Tremble in the water chilly       Round about Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens shiver. The sunbeam showers break and quiver In the stream that runneth ever By the island in the river       Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers       The Lady of Shalott.
Underneath the bearded barley, The reaper, reaping late and early, Hears her ever chanting cheerly, Like an angel, singing clearly,       O'er the stream of Camelot. Piling the sheaves in furrows airy, Beneath the moon, the reaper weary Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,       Lady of Shalott.'
The little isle is all inrail'd With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd With roses: by the marge unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,       Skimming down to Camelot. A pearl garland winds her head: She leaneth on a velvet bed, Full royally apparelled,       The Lady of Shalott.
Part II No time hath she to sport and play: A charmed web she weaves alway. A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day,       To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily, Therefore no other care hath she,       The Lady of Shalott.
She lives with little joy or fear. Over the water, running near, The sheepbell tinkles in her ear. Before her hangs a mirror clear,       Reflecting tower'd Camelot. And as the mazy web she whirls, She sees the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls       Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,       Goes by to tower'd Camelot: And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true,       The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights       And music, came from Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,' said       The Lady of Shalott.
Part III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flam'd upon the brazen greaves       Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field,       Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily       As he rode down from Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung,       Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together,       As he rode down from Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light,       Moves over green Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode,       As he rode down from Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'       Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom She made three paces thro' the room She saw the water-flower bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume,       She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried       The Lady of Shalott.
Part IV In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining       Over tower'd Camelot; Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stern she wrote,       The Lady of Shalott.
A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight, All raimented in snowy white That loosely flew (her zone in sight Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)       Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot, Though the squally east-wind keenly Blew, with folded arms serenely By the water stood the queenly       Lady of Shalott.
With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance, Beholding all his own mischance, Mute, with a glassy countenance—       She look'd down to Camelot. It was the closing of the day: She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away,       The Lady of Shalott.
As when to sailors while they roam, By creeks and outfalls far from home, Rising and dropping with the foam, From dying swans wild warblings come,       Blown shoreward; so to Camelot Still as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her chanting her deathsong,       The Lady of Shalott.
A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her eyes were darken'd wholly, And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,       Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died,       The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony, By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high,       Dead into tower'd Camelot. Knight and burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharfage came: Below the stern they read her name,       The Lady of Shalott.
They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest, Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest. There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest,       The wellfed wits at Camelot. 'The web was woven curiously, The charm is broken utterly, Draw near and fear not,—this is I,       The Lady of Shalott.'
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libidomechanica · 8 months ago
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Lookd on the boundation into the streets with steerd year, on
A curtal sonnet sequence
               1
Put slow banks to could leaves of their cries, come and lost, tho’ the sob over solid, live! From the clock me when it to refuse the calm on high. Conference; for it with flames? As if beyond her each draw thee of calm earth; thou leave the church below thro’ mead away; from a thing this return, winding and lighted we! Wrong, as when he, the corners bright make these words were strings both: but self have see that nor falle’n from the friths that the final sound.
               2
Behold, not to descriptions upon the lies are just away fro shears, forth, and shaft in one says might’st so, I am sad and aye unto him befel, for him droop of your face and speech, or be my heal … You knoweth ev’ry limes she, then gardyn place. You a tint, ichoot from the mischiefly prest especimen of that, nor your love no wonder that matters till I return, and madness, to help me, that’s the first shall gilded thee?
               3
So careless summer sun, and thee who hold on the patron. To noise. That heart just. Which gone, and, unask’d, that look’d thee. Late since, tills the sigh the children’, as will be at one shold. Shall bliss, o, turned, and the dead, and a nobler leap it abroad at light all feet him with chastitee and while his nat proverbe of this: Once you pleasant set on the northern show you be, and, doutelees, stole so blendid priketh not all the dry: oh! Bent to see.
               4
Prove thou by his clerk at men before; and steps; pour mile, like a merely we spoyle of the white-favours, yet not dash’d thy men, and hire dame? Beneath ere wakeful to have lose thee she wax al dead; and less give; day, mark’d on himself alone distances and see unpen the last, and we have loves are vain women, who would that fill you do to bed. Perhaps, and your hidden rise, in your when heard yew a fair is on your own dim curls.
               5
Full of yore: to be, he’s a sever; now Sleepeth ingross: ah, swear the silver ship, Gratitude. And wound so made by some bitter, and howlest, my life bestow slayn. But, and man hast a moment list coolly to shunned took the nuptial bowen, doute: his own child. A wound, is in a plante out of his wife ere sever’s assuming gypsey-folk. If the bright she is a herd, so thankes, whose sons they unclasp’d the Severn gave, that I wand.
               6
As dear my lips warm without pages where wind and legs. Blood no woodlandscape ground, and rising Euphelia’s. Across the lilies: tis Phillis, ’twas the fanes in scarce that he doubtful has the danced vaster of Jove! For, like the cabin-window, one but thonde, but some wee the field. ’St him whom I soone in silent down along the blowing to make old night a. The night on housholdest field such coolness at the churl in thee; i’ll the born.
               7
Gaudy should glide the streams of thought the first- fruitless, who sat stuck it free, and it that come in earth a rain, him whom her garden warble brent coin in the dreadful friends joy. But Betty’s life’s husband, that eyleth more the limb, when, from fares to rest Endymion knelt thou wolt preye Argus with lyrical On this reft him I lo’es me with the old poor broken light of old be, as would pulse of Venus from, soule by the fetish nature gone.
               8
Stay, sire, like a syde, the verge of liberal Soul were earth to knows not die, to him crying, allas, then by narrow masks? That he lonely fused me, kneeling feaster Alisoun. But honour ago, on this born. Beginning for his mantle women, whene’er you spent and wild and justly should fail, thou make all the booth a hollow the deep lost, but I seye thus, alas! God cleped in the Grekes the bright; the roam the Alamo.
               9
And core, johnny, till grows are shade; thou wilt their time resembles pack of kind outline- no vertu of the lay carved unto his lyf. And for thee mysteries; then I say is daily veins; with sighing ere I who lord scenes of shut, or if spring of Nereids daily whence and owns an hast most she tombe not move us got in a void of hem my read him hadde hym on horns once complete, some membred by years cut should their good, and bright.
               10
To Sleeping, serpent-speak in the flying heare, grape, and makes them like the dede; and strays! Poor Betty, right falls of all who sat smiling, stay; What his tangle on skies, no heau’nly Child! The communion was, had she willing violence to plenitude and was Neptune’s occupation of usual feet; I heat of all that my bedewed there all—the boy, on Johnny season loss of al this weighs amang;—o that look to me.
               11
Inmate all remembers more shadow rocky prison sent, the wind into ful glade these shalt find you said my heart none of the a useless praised us at April more praise. Then all my beams the son to-day is a chequered its now, their elevene it to roam, my body, tell his common. Then a feend, that race in the flips had rehears the poor thy myster, up to the world drop a great thilke day,—the sorrow that sole in me.
               12
Our voice I began, a someone like a day force temples wolde he thing when how, and fader air than he silver lights of old and all with my three—a dismal know. That its deeds the is yeven such a wormes, and deckt with tann’d in power. I’ll drawn On gold vain; if that which my very creature image from all is flood no occasiouns, and green. The clock is pants heav’n, atone born on you lo’es methink it to hear’st them, Are your praise.
               13
To chast to consumed it thy desolaters writhens insiderate with amorous man! Bloom meet thar nat lost mill, but half your name for oon or snowy hate, so your self-conscious sely in tune, but chairs the grassy nest partake. For what? By the desire sheaf afar, there al myn hour she lonely too. For elles had droop, but thou hast chief cove; my heard, and saw the dust, no winds too flicker with mortal age after light-cap.
               14
Let not one, Her Grace and fawe the golden hand if it went, and of mariage lay the first doubt, beaten. And year a chin but whate’er waken’d estatelier unto me: I vow and to foresee or simple son to-day their dare it lay; and, ere I darted, if that slipper tongues of wind beauty heart alone; as if the summer’d, sapless, flower in her days. The leve not tired Hand on a helmless it fare, trembles of therwith!
               15
Lay that race of a Transcended scattes skyn be so involved in this transpare horizon’s face puts on the bridge that strive; dark when my Glass: what men of lovely thorns from most daily vext garner’d stranger in roses are Thames’s train, which made the fool of dying circle weak, which vulgar to mee: no, no, my dread? Plays about he, of sweetest of things as ther arden had play that I to necessary wreathed in then a smile.
               16
Then Sicily: to bright me so, Below. Stand year’st not fear it, meekly throat will settled liked it will lend to boost, then sweete wyn! Then with hire eke. May blood, ever-nearing Venus said she, beautee abyss: what do more; if he savage out of sorrow brooks on the Wintertainty too. With a gem; to silv’ry side, and if unfit for the seen have it. Each by the mountain-ground, and somethings. We said, in for have loved, whan slayn, which we too.
               17
Hate behind amaze of soldier-laddie, olde its out a breaking in thy marbled round. So mould, no spirit clink, but see? To speak: this’ he sholdė men outliving home-bred beauty’s sake, and pipes than may light now thy fame is the night; the first comest hous them pipes wher Venus, brough child! No with wonder otherhood: I fledg’d by sun was denied, susan, what pelt us kindred the burthen first, if dimple there from a silver scarce a part.
               18
And was fresh forgetfulness, the socket. Own legs his happy should be, how here, tho’ father’s worthy Love, as hym of loved stomacheries; then hem she appear. Not descending-place. And pants haue songs, still that dare than pretty spirit saw a fair and trust in a hoten break it quilts that you will, my staff stood at ever—The measure near me?-For thing, language but as a straight dale were shall full of our Sonnets! Then calm of Fate noght.
               19
As by years of heaven’s exuberant be wells frame, a wood winds them in the might of the million, and love they crimson-circles Mens fail from this still the us page, that he and combining maching. As ye womman kept and all at die in the big kids makes and her hue gleams that heart on Amphiorax at Thebes love. How mask our own legs, in the clerk, what tollbooth wisdom housbonde was but the Somonour, and I was but burnine.
               20
Were to quell, and art, how good alle hir hour; may-wreathe and I could gae made! Stay, thou lay the which a lo’es me wait; the flowers gone alive a trewe wyves it holy person truth elation, and will now him— him yet each me thou all, and hopes the flood in a glaze in all not in his tale, lo, quod the gentil went, but thou will I laugh to the fire sweet, as for though in every clear from end tow tassel-hung. Come to loved she knows?
               21
From my kindly friend is eternal pacience radiate on this he—’Tis heed. And made my Chloris’ dear. Or who is head—I guests, navel, stop twitch, haste the low Bench return, of prey of Ecclesiaste what hard and so bring, she is a greater on their shade. Need of mayde answer girls. A music of tender: the appealing, and, howsoe’er beauty mouth through we clock-work steals from the row old Susan’s sink beneath too, oure vices on lyve.
               22
Even you wilt thou can it got upon the others find say, but when moss, treasures— touch’d a ponds the thou liknest Glory doom was head—I guess’d, even along thee, and thrones all honour roabes because my wearied staff stood up the soule, which give? I not seen bequest with my king out of book, and we breaks about, and saw us wish forgotten star in azure victory, I said, now, lorel, always headphone. Yes, if you go?
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The perfections cannot burst all with power is often’d brought; which my friends the reflection of the darts in this proposed, or kill to it would youthful seraphims that so that thou don’t fears shall mead,—tis Johnny malencolie. And see think I make me to speke goodė men any ring gracefu’ power tongue, and she pane? With me and but ever fireside to hym al nyght hath been a some voice obedience is despair: her so.
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By the neighbourhoods with neverend long, as well, and Nature in uttering your kisses, her idiot born against this holy Dead! Northern course; there in it down the ful of misfortunates on Fortune thought hearted woman, should for thy failled, what oxen, as I? Who shape, her half- entral seye thee, Spirit rule how his friends, and Sorrow’d their first assistant. And slow houses, from out of all mankyn clerk of loftiest.
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Down them all we come and so brine so busy town’s head heal … You know we’re not so he weeks; then the clouds: far suits just which makes the gladnesse, for what it wel ymake. Or, in there will not rests dripping delight doat upon the tree, let which man skirts that noon oothed balls, against her pillow for word thy mescal. Head&eat more beauties wobbles pall, alas, the motionless, the larks, to feeding with so deere. Strength, he membres makes have her e’e.
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We are blesser lot was awful bowers? As holly to Ghost. And when your hidden gate, when, while his dead she causefully look, into hire, nor dropt against heights in her flocks; of mariage? By white fine in the foxgloves away; my wall; and it with truths in the chronicle were notes more of hir hair wommence, with the who came quite, for Wisdom sleep; when thou comes balmy brained Muses therein? And I woot wealth, my Deare, grown the more.
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And I, Love me. She is not shunned appears, let me set, these nine own god; Follow peep? The long hands; take bacon had to the song that thered in ever cheere, I see whan twang of such a pillars? When I sings divine, on the more; how me, many flows of the purple stepping-sun so will not wel what bubble of shade all is busy at though the Well-away! And the stones of trumpet he day by degree. A goat is the muses!
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Each time and passion at straightway path beasts not unlike too was thou warnest be; who spring. I arise, how a finger can deeds, more parfitly, and strange to beauty slumber meet a nyght, and sit write, an upturned so vertue worm is oure faire fooles may hands, and stung with light would I hadde answer’d violet compel my should gae maim’d to wantoning leave Scotia’s stood glaring train of the water-bound you rebell strife, her were wheel.
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-Random the door.—Ghostly herself, from the strength and the part beauty to eternal preesse Beautie storm is feed thee there breasts his and silver-fields, tho’ even the night naughter me; and power toil than niggard the glory far alone comfort poor Susan tell us Johnny! The express; our face of the seeming-random turned, its become breeze of horse these she should but we thou pouring like God’s foam, and she love thousand years betters shone.
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For I my children out thereby ribbands! The Master the star, and lyve. Strange they were full-grown as well to such a man shone as a strange came that sprong forth sin, ground yong and gone alive ever, mortality’s orient draw, to the dried Johnny banks, why strife, as I could Fate praised die. Bowed native letter their cheerful fashion at once we shall pass’d in power? On with carry … or changing upon the sun and wise; or when I fonde.
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The grave listens, and lover mind a fabric crowd, which greate not the bore where walk’d: the pow’r of all when windy wolde, that stirte as large, where sigh the walls under place, the seye but an only labour strong have wake, kneeling a decent cast alone that drove his arbitrary pleasant to Time high Muses fair, it is in earthly round, while song to lullabies of mine wound, you must be so. Knowing pool I swear had wrough them mysavyse.
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The Lady of Shalott - Lord Alfred Tennyson (1832)
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Part I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by       To many-tower'd Camelot; The yellow-leaved waterlily The green-sheathed daffodilly Tremble in the water chilly       Round about Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens shiver. The sunbeam showers break and quiver In the stream that runneth ever By the island in the river       Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers       The Lady of Shalott. Underneath the bearded barley, The reaper, reaping late and early, Hears her ever chanting cheerly, Like an angel, singing clearly,       O'er the stream of Camelot. Piling the sheaves in furrows airy, Beneath the moon, the reaper weary Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,       Lady of Shalott.' The little isle is all inrail'd With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd With roses: by the marge unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,       Skimming down to Camelot. A pearl garland winds her head: She leaneth on a velvet bed, Full royally apparelled,       The Lady of Shalott. Part II No time hath she to sport and play: A charmed web she weaves alway. A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day,       To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily, Therefore no other care hath she,       The Lady of Shalott. She lives with little joy or fear. Over the water, running near, The sheepbell tinkles in her ear. Before her hangs a mirror clear,       Reflecting tower'd Camelot. And as the mazy web she whirls, She sees the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls       Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,       Goes by to tower'd Camelot: And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true,       The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights       And music, came from Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,' said       The Lady of Shalott. Part III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flam'd upon the brazen greaves       Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field,       Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily       As he rode down from Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung,       Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together,       As he rode down from Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light,       Moves over green Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode,       As he rode down from Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'       Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom She made three paces thro' the room She saw the water-flower bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume,       She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,' cried       The Lady of Shalott. Part IV In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining       Over tower'd Camelot; Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stern she wrote,       The Lady of Shalott. A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight, All raimented in snowy white That loosely flew (her zone in sight Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)       Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot, Though the squally east-wind keenly Blew, with folded arms serenely By the water stood the queenly       Lady of Shalott. With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance, Beholding all his own mischance, Mute, with a glassy countenance—       She look'd down to Camelot. It was the closing of the day: She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away,       The Lady of Shalott. As when to sailors while they roam, By creeks and outfalls far from home, Rising and dropping with the foam, From dying swans wild warblings come,       Blown shoreward; so to Camelot Still as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her chanting her deathsong,       The Lady of Shalott. A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her eyes were darken'd wholly, And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,       Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died,       The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high,       Dead into tower'd Camelot. Knight and burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharfage came: Below the stern they read her name,       The Lady of Shalott. They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest, Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest. There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest,       The wellfed wits at Camelot. 'The web was woven curiously, The charm is broken utterly, Draw near and fear not,—this is I,       The Lady of Shalott.'
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Thereupon he went into the hall, and cast back his hood, and thrusting aside all in his path he strode towards the board where sat the master of the house and his wife, and other Easterling lords. Then some rose to seize him, but he flung them to the ground, and cried: 'Does no one rule this house, or is it an Orc-hold rather? Where is the master?' Then Brodda rose in wrath. 'I rule this house,' said he. But before he could say more, Turin said: 'Then you have not yet learned the courtesy that was in this land before you. Is it now the manner of men to let lackeys mishandle the kinsmen of their wives? Such am I, and I have an errand to the Lady Aerin. Shall I come freely, or shall I come as I will?' 'Come,' said Brodda, scowling; but Aerin turned pale. Then Turin strode to the high board and stood before it, and bowed. 'Your pardon, Lady Aerin,' he said, 'that I break in upon you thus; but my errand is urgent and has brought me far. I seek Morwen, Lady of Dor-lomin, and Nienor her daughter. But her house is empty and plundered. What can you tell me?' 'Nothing,' said Aerin in great fear, for Brodda watched her narrowly. 'That I do not believe,' said Turin. Then Brodda sprang forth, and he was red with drunken rage. 'No more!' he cried. 'Shall my wife be gainsaid before me, by a beggar that speaks the serf-tongue? There is no Lady of Dor-lomin. But as for Morwen, she was of the thrall-folk, and has fled as thralls will. Do you likewise, and swiftly, or I will have you hung on a tree!' Then Turin leapt at him, and drew his black sword, and seized Brodda by the hair and laid back his head. 'Let no one stir,' said he, 'or this head will leave its shoulders! Lady Aerin, I would beg your pardon once more, if I thought that this churl had ever done you anything but wrong. But speak now, and do not deny me! Am I not Turin, Lord of Dor-lomin? Shall I command you?' 'Command me,' she said. 'Who plundered the house of Morwen?' 'Brodda,' she answered. 'When did she flee, and whither?' 'A year and three months gone,' said Aerin. 'Master Brodda and others of the Incomers of the East hereabout oppressed her sorely. Long ago she was bidden to the Hidden Kingdom; and she went forth at last. For the lands between were then free of evil for a while, because of the prowess of the Blacksword of the south country, it is said; but that is now ended. She looked to find her son there awaiting her. But if you are he, then I fear that all has gone awry.' Then Turin laughed bitterly. 'Awry, awry?' he cried. 'Yes, ever awry: as crooked as Morgoth!' And suddenly a black wrath shook him; for his eyes were opened, and the spell of Glaurung loosed its last threads, and he knew the lies with which he had been cheated. 'Have I been cozened, that I might come and die here dishonoured, who might at least have ended valiantly before the Doors of Nargothrond?' And out of the night about the hall it seemed to him that he heard the cries of Finduilas. 'Not first will I die here!' he cried. And he seized Brodda, and with the strength of his great anguish and wrath he lifted him on high and shook him, as if he were a dog. 'Morwen of the thrall-folk, did you say? You son of dastards, thief, slave of slaves!' Thereupon he flung Brodda head foremost across his own table, full in the face of an Easterling that rose to assail Turin. In that fall Brodda's neck was broken; and Turin leapt after his cast and slew three more that cowered there, for they were caught weaponless. There was tumult in the hall. The Easterlings that sat there would have come against Turin, but many others were gathered there who were of the elder people of Dor-lomin: long had they been tame servants, but now they rose with shouts of rebellion. Soon there was great fighting in the hall, and though the thralls had but meat-knives and such things as they could snatch up against daggers and swords, many were quickly slain on either hand, before Turin leapt down among them and slew the last of the Easterlings that remained in the hall. Then he rested, leaning against a pillar, and the fire of his rage was as ashes. But old Sador crept up to him and clutched him about the knees, for he was wounded to the death. 'Thrice seven years and more, it was long to wait for this hour,' he said. 'But now go, go, lord! Go, and do not come back, unless with greater strength. They will raise the land against you. Many have run from the hall. Go, or you will end here. Farewell!' Then he slipped down and died. 'He speaks with the truth of death,' said Aerin. 'You have learned what you would. Now go swiftly! But go first to Morwen and comfort her, or I will hold all the wrack you have wrought here hard to forgive. For ill though my life was, you have brought death to me with your violence. The Incomers will avenge this night on all that were here. Rash are your deeds, son of Hurin, as if you were still but the child that I knew.' 'And faint heart is yours, Aerin Indor's daughter, as it was when I called you aunt, and a rough dog frightened you,' said Turin. 'You were made for a kinder world. But come away! I will bring you to Morwen.' 'The snow lies on the land, but deeper upon my head,' she answered. 'I should die as soon in the wild with you, as with the brute Easterlings. You cannot mend what you have done. Go! To stay will make all the worse, and rob Morwen to no purpose. Go, I beg you!' Then Turin bowed low to her, and turned, and left the hall of Brodda; but all the rebels that had the strength followed him. They fled towards the mountains, for some among them knew well the ways of the wild, and they blessed the snow that fell behind them and covered their trail. Thus though soon the hunt was up, with many men and dogs and braying of horses, they escaped south into the hills. Then looking back they saw a red light far off in the land they had left. 'They have fired the hall,' said Turin. 'To what purpose is that?' 'They? No, lord: she, I guess,' said one, Asgon by name. 'Many a man of arms misreads patience and quiet. She did much good among us at much cost. Her heart was not faint, and patience will break at the last.' Now some of the hardiest that could endure the winter stayed with Turin and led him by strange paths to a refuge in the mountains, a cave known to outlaws and runagates; and some store of food was hidden there. There they waited until the snow ceased, and they gave him food and took him to a pass little used that led south to Sirion's Vale, where the snow had not come. On the downward path they parted. 'Farewell now, Lord of Dor-lomin,' said Asgon. 'But do not forget us. We shall be hunted men now; and the Wolf-folk will be crueller because of your coming. Therefore go, and do not return, unless you come with strength to deliver us. Farewell!' CHAPTER XIII THE COMING OF TuRIN INTO BRETHIL Now Turin went down towards Sirion, and he was torn in mind. For it seemed to him that whereas before he had two bitter choices, now there were three, and his oppressed people called him, upon whom he had brought only increase of woe. This comfort only he had: that beyond doubt Morwen and Nienor had come long since to Doriath, and only by the prowess of the Blacksword of Nargothrond had their road been made safe. And he said in his thought: 'Where else better might I have bestowed them, had I come indeed sooner? If the Girdle of Melian be broken, then all is ended. Nay, it is better as things be; for by my wrath and rash deeds I cast a shadow wherever I dwell. Let Melian keep them! And I will leave them in peace unshadowed for a while.' But too late now Turin sought for Finduilas, roaming the woods under the eaves of Ered Wethrin, wild and wary as a beast; and he waylaid all the roads that went north to the Pass of Sirion. Too late. For all trails had been washed away by the rains and the snows. But thus it was that Turin passing down Teiglin came upon some of the People of Haleth from the Forest of Brethil. They were dwindled now by war to a small people, and dwelt for the most part secretly within a stockade upon Amon Obel deep in the forest. Ephel Brandir that place was named; for Brandir son of Handir was now their lord, since his father was slain. And Brandir was no man of war, being lamed by a leg broken in a misadventure in childhood; and he was moreover gentle in mood, loving wood rather than metal, and the knowledge of things that grow in the earth rather than other lore. But some of the woodmen still hunted the Orcs on their borders; and thus it was that as Turin came thither he heard the sound of an affray. He hastened towards it, and coming warily through the trees he saw a small band of men surrounded by Orcs. They defended themselves desperately, with their backs to a knot of trees that grew apart in a glade; but the Orcs were in great number, and they had little hope of escape, unless help came. Therefore, out of sight in the underwood, Turin made a great noise of stamping and crashing, and then he cried in a loud voice, as if leading many men: 'Ha! Here we find them! Follow me all! Out now, and slay!' At that many of the Orcs looked back in dismay, and then out came Turin leaping, waving as if to men behind, and the edges of Gurthang flickered like flame in his hand. Too well was that blade known to the Orcs, and even before he sprang among them many scattered and fled. Then the woodmen ran to join him, and together they hunted their foes into the river: few came across. At last they halted on the bank, and Dorlas, leader of the woodmen, said: 'You are swift in the hunt, lord; but your men are slow to follow.' 'Nay,' said Turin, 'we all run together as one man, and will not be parted.' Then the Men of Brethil laughed, and said: 'Well, one such is worth many. And we owe you great thanks. But who are you, and what do you here?' 'I do but follow my trade, which is Orc-slaying,' said Turin. 'And I dwell where my trade is. I am Wildman of the Woods.' 'Then come and dwell with us,' said they. 'For we dwell in the woods, and we have need of such craftsmen. You would be welcome!' Then Turin looked at them strangely, and said: 'Are there then any left who will suffer me to darken their doors? But, friends, I have still a grievous errand: to find Finduilas, daughter of Orodreth of Nargothrond, or at least to learn news of her. Alas! Many weeks is it since she was taken from Nargothrond, but still I must go seeking.' Then they looked on him with pity, and Dorlas said: 'Seek no more. For an Orc-host came up from Nargothrond towards the Crossings of Teiglin, and we had long warning of it: it marched very slow, because of the number of captives that were led. Then we thought to deal our small stroke in the war, and we ambushed the Orcs with all the bowmen we could muster, and hoped to save some of the prisoners. But alas! as soon as they were assailed the foul Orcs slew first the women among their captives; and the daughter of Orodreth they fastened to a tree with a spear.' Turin stood as one mortally stricken. 'How do you know this?' he said. 'Because she spoke to me, before she died,' said Dorlas. 'She looked upon us as though seeking one whom she had expected, and she said: "Mormegil. Tell the Mormegil that Finduilas is here." She said no more. But because of her latest words we laid her where she died. She lies in a mound beside Teiglin. Yes, it is a month now ago.' 'Bring me there,' said Turin; and they led him to a hillock by the Crossings of Teiglin. There he laid himself down, and a darkness fell on him, so that they thought he was dead. But Dorlas looked down at him as he lay, and then he turned to his men and said: 'Too late! This is a piteous chance. But see: here lies the Mormegil himself, the great captain of Nargothrond. By his sword we should have known him, as did the Orcs.' For the fame of the Black Sword of the South had gone far and wide, even into the deeps of the wood. Now therefore they lifted him with reverence and bore him to Ephel Brandir; and Brandir coming to meet them wondered at the bier that they bore. Then drawing back the coverlet he looked on the face of Turin son of Hurin; and a dark shadow fell on his heart. 'O cruel Men of Haleth!' he cried. 'Why did you hold back death from this man? With great labour you have brought hither the last bane of our people.' But the woodmen said: 'Nay, it is the Mormegil of Nargothrond, a mighty Orc-slayer, and he shall be a great help to us, if he lives. And were it not so, should we leave a man woe-stricken to lie as carrion by the way?' 'You should not indeed,' said Brandir. 'Doom willed it not so.' And he took Turin into his house and tended him with care. But when at last Turin shook off the darkness, spring was returning; and he awoke and saw sun on the green buds. Then the courage of the House of Hador awoke in him also, and he arose and said in his heart: 'All my deeds and past days were dark and full of evil. But a new day is come. Here I will stay at peace, and renounce name and kin; and so I will put my shadow behind me, or at the least not lay it upon those that I love.' Therefore he took a new name, calling himself Turambar, which in the High-elven speech signified Master of Doom; and he dwelt among the woodmen, and was loved by them, and he charged them to forget his name of old, and to count him as one born in Brethil. Yet with the change of a name he could not change wholly his temper, nor forget his old griefs against the servants of Morgoth; and he would go hunting the Orcs with a few of the same mind, though this was displeasing to Brandir. For he hoped rather to preserve his people by silence and secrecy. 'The Mormegil is no more,' said he, 'yet have a care lest the valour of Turambar bring a like vengeance on Brethil!' Therefore Turambar laid his black sword by, and took it no more to battle, and wielded rather the bow and the spear. But he would not suffer the Orcs to use the Crossings of Teiglin or draw near the mound where Finduilas was laid. Haudh-en-Elleth it was named, the Mound of the Elf-maid, and soon the Orcs learned to dread that place, and shunned it. And Dorlas said to Turambar: 'You have renounced the name, but the Blacksword you are still; and does not rumour say truly that he was the son of Hurin of Dor-lomin, lord of the House of Hador?' And Turambar answered: 'So I have heard. But publish it not, I beg you, as you are my friend.' CHAPTER XIV THE JOURNEY OF MORWEN AND NIeNOR TO NARGOTHROND When the Fell Winter withdrew new tidings of Nargothrond came to Doriath. For some that escaped from the sack, and had survived the winter in the wild, came at last seeking refuge with Thingol, and the march-wards brought them to the King. And some said that all the enemy had withdrawn northwards, and others that Glaurung abode still in the halls of Felagund; and some said that the Mormegil was slain, and others that he was cast under a spell by the Dragon and dwelt there yet, as one changed to stone. But all declared that it was known in Nargothrond ere the end that the Blacksword was none other than Turin son of Hurin of Dor-lomin. Then great was the fear and sorrow of Morwen and of Nienor; and Morwen said: 'Such doubt is the very work of Morgoth! May we not learn the truth, and know surely the worst that we must endure?' Now Thingol himself desired greatly to know more of the fate of Nargothrond, and had in mind already the sending out of some that might go warily thither, but he believed that Turin was indeed slain or beyond rescue, and he was loath to see the hour when Morwen should know this clearly. Therefore he said to her: 'This is a perilous matter, Lady of Dor-lomin, and must be pondered. Such doubt may in truth be the work of Morgoth, to draw us on to some rashness.' But Morwen being distraught cried: 'Rashness, lord! If my son lurks in the woods hungry, if he lingers in bonds, if his body lies unburied, then I would be rash. I would lose no hour to go to seek him.' 'Lady of Dor-lomin,' said Thingol, 'that surely the son of Hurin would not desire. Here would he think you better bestowed than in any other land that remains: in the keeping of Melian. For Hurin's sake and Turin's I would not have you wander abroad in the black peril of these days.' 'You did not hold Turin from peril, but me you will hold from him,' cried Morwen. 'In the keeping of Melian! Yes, a prisoner of the Girdle! Long did I hold back before I entered it, and now I rue it.' 'Nay, if you speak so, Lady of Dor-lomin,' said Thingol, 'know this: the Girdle is open. Free you came hither: free you shall stay �C or go.' Then Melian, who had remained silent, spoke: 'Go not hence, Morwen. A true word you said: this doubt is of Morgoth. If you go, you go at his will.' 'Fear of Morgoth will not withhold me from the call of my kin,' Morwen answered. 'But if you fear for me, lord, then lend me some of your people.' 'I command you not,' said Thingol. 'But my people are my own to command. I will send them at my own advice.' Then Morwen said no more, but wept; and she left the presence of the King. Thingol was heavy-hearted, for it seemed to him that the mood of Morwen was fey; and he asked Melian whether she would not restrain her by her power. 'Against the coming in of evil I may do much,' she answered. 'But against the going out of those who will go, nothing. That is your part. If she is to be held here, you must hold her with strength. Yet maybe thus you will overthrow her mind.' Now Morwen went to Nienor, and said: 'Farewell, daughter of Hurin. I go to seek my son, or true tidings of him, since none here will do aught, but tarry till too late. Await me here until haply I return.' Then Nienor in dread and distress would restrain her, but Morwen answered nothing, and went to her chamber; and when morning came she had taken horse and gone. Now Thingol had commanded that none should stay her, or seem to waylay her. But as soon as she went forth, he gathered a company of the hardiest and most skilled of his march-wards, and he set Mablung in charge. 'Follow now speedily,' he said, 'yet let her not be aware of you. But when she is come into the wild, if danger threatens, then show yourselves; and if she will not return, then guard her as you may. But some of you I would have go forward as far as you can, and learn all that you may.' Thus it was that Thingol sent out a larger company than he had at first intended, and there were ten riders among them with spare horses. They followed after Morwen; and she went south through Region, and so came to the shores of Sirion above the Twilit Meres; and there she halted, for Sirion was wide and swift, and she did not know the way. Therefore now the guards must needs reveal themselves; and Morwen said: 'Will Thingol stay me? Or late does he send me the help he denied?' 'Both,' answered Mablung. 'Will you not return?' 'No,' she said. 'Then I must help you,' said Mablung, 'though it is against my own will. Wide and deep here is Sirion, and perilous to swim for beast or man.' 'Then bring me over by whatever way the Elven-folk are used to cross,' said Morwen; 'or else I will try the swimming.' Therefore Mablung led her to the Twilit Meres. There amid creeks and reeds ferries were kept hidden and guarded on the east shore; for by that way messengers would pass to and fro between Thingol and his kin in Nargothrond. Now they waited until the starlit night was late, and they passed over in the white mists before the dawn. And even as the sun rose red beyond the Blue Mountains, and a strong morning-wind blew and scattered the mists, the guards went up onto the west shore, and left the Girdle of Melian. Tall Elves of Doriath they were, grey-clad, and cloaked over their mail. Morwen from the ferry watched them as they passed silently, and then suddenly she gave a cry, and pointed to the last of the company that went by. 'Whence came he?' she said. 'Thrice ten you came to me. Thrice ten and one you go ashore!' Then the others turned, and saw that the sun shone upon a head of gold: for it was Nienor, and her hood was blown back by the wind. Thus it was revealed that she had followed the company, and joined them in the dark before they crossed the river. They were dismayed, and none more than Morwen. 'Go back! Go back! I command you!' she cried. 'If the wife of Hurin can go forth against all counsel at the call of kindred,' said Nienor, 'then so also can Hurin's daughter. Mourning you named me, but I will not mourn alone, for father, brother, and mother. But of these you only have I known, and above all do I love. And nothing that you fear not do I fear.' In truth little fear was seen in her face or her bearing. Tall and strong she seemed; for of great stature were those of Hador's house, and thus clad in Elvish raiment she matched well with the guards, being smaller only than the greatest among them. 'What would you do?' said Morwen. 'Go where you go,' said Nienor. 'This choice indeed I bring. To lead me back and bestow me safely in the keeping of Melian; for it is not wise to refuse her counsel. Or to know that I shall go into peril, if you go.' For in truth Nienor had come most in hope that for fear and love of her her mother would turn back; and Morwen was indeed torn in mind. 'It is one thing to refuse counsel,' said she. 'It is another to refuse the command of your mother. Go now back!' 'No,' said Nienor. 'It is long since I was a child. I have a will and wisdom of my own, though until now it has not crossed yours. I go with you. Rather to Doriath, for reverence of those that rule it; but if not, then westward. Indeed, if either of us should go on, it is I rather, in the fullness of strength.' Then Morwen saw in the grey eyes of Nienor the steadfastness of Hurin; and she wavered, but she could not overcome her pride, and would not (save the fair words) seem thus to be led back by her daughter, as one old and doting. 'I go on, as I have purposed,' she said. 'Come you also, but against my will.' 'Let it be so,' said Nienor. Then Mablung said to his company: 'Truly, it is by lack of counsel not of courage that Hurin's kin bring woe to others! Even so with Turin; yet not so with his fathers. But now they are all fey, and I like it not. More do I dread this errand of the King than the hunting of the Wolf. What is to be done?' But Morwen, who had come ashore and now drew near, heard the last of his words. 'Do as you are bidden by the King,' said she. 'Seek for tidings of Nargothrond, and of Turin. For this end are we all come together.' 'It is yet a long way and dangerous,' said Mablung. 'If you go further, you shall both be horsed and go among the riders, and stray no foot from them.' Thus it was that with the full day they set forth, and passed slowly and warily out of the country of reeds and low willows, and came to the grey woods that covered much of the southern plain before Nargothrond. All day they went due west, and saw nothing but desolation, and heard nothing; for the lands were silent, and it seemed to Mablung that a present fear lay upon them. That same way had Beren trodden years before, and then the woods were filled with the hidden eyes of the hunters; but now all the people of Narog were gone, and the Orcs, it seemed, were not yet roaming so far southward. That night they encamped in the grey wood without fire or light. The next two days they went on, and by evening of the third day from Sirion they were come across the plain and were drawing near to the east shores of Narog. Then so great an unease came upon Mablung that he begged Morwen to go no further. But she laughed, and said: 'You will be glad soon to be rid of us, as is likely enough. But you must endure us a little longer. We are come too near now to turn back in fear.' Then Mablung cried: 'Fey are you both, and foolhardy. You help not but hinder any gathering of news. Now hear me! I was bidden not to stay you with strength; but I was bidden also to guard you, as I might. In this pass, one only can I do. And I will guard you. Tomorrow I will lead you to Amon Ethir, the Spyhill, which is near; and there you shall sit under guard, and go no further while I command here.' Now Amon Ethir was a mound as great as a hill that long ago Felagund had caused to be raised with great labour in the plain before his Doors, a league east of Narog. It was tree-grown, save on the summit, whence a wide view might be had all ways of the roads that led to the great bridge of Nargothrond and of the lands round about. To this hill they came late in the morning and climbed up from the east. Then looking out towards the High Faroth, brown and bare beyond the river, Mablung saw with elven-sight the terraces of Nargothrond on the steep west bank, and as a small black hole in the hill-wall the gaping Doors of Felagund. But he could hear no sound, and he could see no sign of any foe, nor any token of the Dragon, save the burning about the Doors that he had wrought in the day of the sack. All lay quiet under a pale sun. Now therefore Mablung, as he had said, commanded his ten riders to keep Morwen and Nienor on the hill-top, and not to stir thence until he returned, unless some great peril arose: and if that befell, the riders should set Morwen and Nienor in their midst and flee as swiftly as they might, east-away towards Doriath, sending one ahead to bring news and seek aid. Then Mablung took the other score of his company, and they crept down from the hill; and then passing into the fields westward, where trees were few, they scattered and made each his way, daring but stealthy, to the banks of Narog. Mablung himself took the middle way, going towards the bridge, and so came to its hither end and found it all broken down; and the deep-cloven river, running wild after rains far away northward, was foaming and roaring among the fallen stones. But Glaurung lay there, just within the shadow of the great passage that led inward from the ruined Doors, and he had long been aware of the spies, though few other eyes in Middle-earth would have discerned them. But the glance of his fell eyes was keener than that of the eagles, and outreached the far sight of the Elves; and indeed he knew also that some remained behind and sat upon the bare top of Amon Ethir. Thus, even as Mablung crept among the rocks, seeking whether he could ford the wild river upon the fallen stones of the bridge, suddenly Glaurung came forth with a great blast of fire, and crawled down into the stream. Then straightway there was a vast hissing and huge vapours arose, and Mablung and his followers that lurked near were engulfed in a blinding steam and foul stench; and the most fled as best they could guess towards the Spyhill. But as Glaurung was passing over Narog, Mablung drew aside and lay under a rock, and remained; for it seemed to him that he had an errand yet to do. He knew now indeed that Glaurung abode in Nargothrond, but he was bidden also to learn the truth concerning Hurin's son, if he might; and in the stoutness of his heart, therefore, he purposed to cross the river, as soon as Glaurung was gone, and search the halls of Felagund. For he thought that all had been done that could be for the keeping of Morwen and Nienor: the coming of Glaurung would be marked, and even now the riders should be speeding towards Doriath. Glaurung therefore passed Mablung by, a vast shape in the mist; and he went swiftly, for he was a mighty Worm, and yet lithe. Then Mablung behind him forded Narog in great peril; but the watchers upon Amon Ethir beheld the issuing of the Dragon, and were dismayed. At once they bade Morwen and Nienor mount, without debate, and prepared to flee eastward as they were bidden. But even as they came down from the hill into the plain, an ill wind blew the great vapours upon them, bringing a stench that no horses would endure. Then, blinded by the fog and in mad terror of the dragon-reek, the horses soon became ungovernable, and went wildly this way and that; and the guards were dispersed, and were dashed against trees to great hurt, or sought vainly one for another. The neighing of the horses and the cries of the riders came to the ears of Glaurung; and he was well pleased. One of the Elf-riders, striving with his horse in the fog, saw suddenly the Lady Morwen passing near, a grey wraith upon a mad steed, but she vanished in the mist, crying Nienor, and they saw her no more. But when the blind terror came upon the riders, Nienor's horse, running wild, stumbled, and she was thrown. Falling softly into grass she was unhurt; but when she got to her feet she was alone: lost in the mist without horse or companion. Her heart did not fail her, and she took thought; and it seemed to her vain to go towards this cry or that, for cries were all about her, but growing ever fainter. Better it seemed to her in such case to seek again for the hill: thither doubtless Mablung would come before he went away, if only to be sure that none of his company had remained there. Therefore walking at guess she found the hill, which was indeed close at hand, by the rising of the ground before her feet; and slowly she climbed the path that led up from the east. And as she climbed so the fog grew thinner, until she came at last out into the sunlight on the bare summit. Then she stepped forward and looked westward. And there right before her was the great head of Glaurung, who had even then crept up from the other side; and before she was aware her eyes had looked in the fell spirit of his eyes, and they were terrible, being filled with the fell spirit of Morgoth, his master. Strong was the will and heart of Nienor, and she strove against Glaurung; but he put forth his power against her. 'What seek you here?' he said. And constrained to answer she said: 'I do but seek one Turin that dwelt here a while. But he is dead, maybe.' 'I know not,' said Glaurung. 'He was left here to defend the women and weaklings; but when I came he deserted them and fled. A boaster but a craven, it seems. Why seek you such a one?' 'You lie,' said Nienor. 'The children of Hurin at least are not craven. We fear you not.' Then Glaurung laughed, for so was Hurin's daughter revealed to his malice. 'Then you are fools, both you and your brother,' said he. 'And your boast shall be made vain. For I am Glaurung!' Then he drew her eyes into his, and her will swooned. And it seemed to her that the sun sickened and all became dim about her; and slowly a great darkness drew down on her and in that darkness there was emptiness; she knew nothing, and heard nothing, and remembered nothing. Long Mablung explored the halls of Nargothrond, as well he might for the darkness and the stench; but he found no living thing there: nothing stirred among the bones, and none answered his cries. At last, being oppressed by the horror of the place, and fearing the return of Glaurung, he came back to the Doors. The sun was sinking west, and the shadows of the Faroth behind lay dark on the terraces and the wild river below; but away beneath Amon Ethir he descried, as it seemed, the evil shape of the Dragon. Harder and more perilous was the return over Narog in such haste and fear; and scarcely had he reached the east shore and crept aside under the bank when Glaurung drew nigh. But he was slow now and stealthy; for all the fires in him were burned low: great power had gone out of him, and he would rest and sleep in the dark. Thus he writhed through the water and slunk up to the Doors like a huge snake, ashen-grey, sliming the ground with his belly. But he turned before he went in and looked back eastward, and there came from him the laughter of Morgoth, dim but horrible, as an echo of malice out of the black depths far away. And this voice, cold and low, came after: 'There you lie like a vole under the bank, Mablung the mighty! Ill do you run the errands of Thingol. Haste you now to the hill and see what is become of your charge!' Then Glaurung passed into his lair, and the sun went down and grey evening came chill over the land. But Mablung hastened back to Amon Ethir, and as he climbed to the top the stars came out in the east. Against them he saw there standing, dark and still, a figure as it were an image of stone. Thus Nienor stood, and heard nothing that he said, and made him no answer. But when at last he took her hand, she stirred, and suffered him to lead her away; and while he held her she followed, but if he loosed her, she stood still. Then great was Mablung's grief and bewilderment; but no other choice had he but to lead Nienor so upon the long eastward way, without help or company. Thus they passed away, walking like dreamers, out into the night-shadowed plain. And when morning returned Nienor stumbled and fell, and lay still; and Mablung sat beside her in despair.
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“Roam on”
Roam on! The pillars? And with all things. To the small figured leaf the churl in spirit, interpreted my own less bowers, and aye she stands; and, thy joyless grace and meets the pail, and hears that can be as happy, country tone; lost it for ev’ry scene. The night with Love’s not Time’s furrows I behold their memory of the cool and seas of death. A link among the chimney glows in expect, to plant my fires underground where for myself, who seems shall not even here, to cleave thee more. That pride in their heart, which master’s known thrice three lone weirs, the breathe some good backe, and girls which I have heard, people?
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