#sepulchre glare
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
In the Argentine volleyball team, arriving late for training comes with the Blanco's famous penalty of thirty-three laps around the block, and captain Javier's fifteen-minute reprimand. Oikawa has only been late on rare occasions, yet even his most charming flutter of eyelashes couldn't exempt him from the punishment. He endured it, unfortunately accompanied by the teasing of Matias and Bruno—those two, inexplicably, are the only ones who are punctual alongside the captain.
However, that day, when Oikawa arrives ten minutes late at one of the Olympic Village gymnasiums, almost out of breath, his hair disheveled and still wet from the quickest shower he has had in his thirty years, he doesn't hear Javier's ché, boludo tardón that always starts his reprimands, nor does he hear Blanco loudly instructing Tomás to get ready with the stopwatch and the punishment sheet.
That day, everyone stares at him with wide, blinking eyes. The ball Bruno was holding slips from his grasp, the sound of its bounce being the only thing breaking the sepulchral silence.
Oikawa frowns, tilting his head slightly.
"What?"
"Hermano," Matias arches an eyebrow with genuine curiosity, though his eyes sparkle with amusement, putting Oikawa on high alert "since when do you play for the Japanese national team?"
This further confuses Tooru, who blinks.
"The hell are you talking about, boludo?"
The libero points to his shirt and Oikawa looks down.
Oh.
He's not wearing his favorite blue training shirt, but a slightly baggy black one at his shoulders, with the Japanese flag stitched on it at his heart.
And then he remembers this morning. How they woke up late, almost stumbling because neither of the two damn alarms went off. How they rushed to the shower, too small for two tall and strong adults. How Tooru had a fit of giggles when Hajime mistook the cherry lube for his after-shave lotion. How they quickly got dressed in the first things they grabbed, barely glancing at their clothes, before kissing, wishing each other a good day, and running off to their respective teams.
Oh, la concha de la lora.
Oikawa's eyes widen comically, and he ignores the tug on his neck as he quickly raises his head. Feeling the heat boiling on his face, he now meets the playful gazes of his teammates—even Blanco coughs to hide his smile.
"This has a completely logical explanation!" he stammers, glaring at Matias as his devilish grin widens.
"Really? And that logic is tall, dark skinned, and part of Japan's technical team, Toto?"
But when Tooru, his face now completely red, opens his mouth to protest, a solid knocks on the door interrupts.
Everyone turns to look, and Oikawa sees Iwa-chan standing in the doorway, just as embarrassed—if not more so—than him. Instead of his regulation black shirt, he’s wearing Oikawa's blue one, tight around his torso, with the Argentine flag in the center.
"Sorry to interrupt," he apologizes with his accented Spanish. "Can I borrow Tooru for a second?"
"All yours, Hajime!" Bruno chimes in, nudging Tooru forward playfully, sticking his tongue out as the setter glares daggers at him.
"But don't keep him out too long. The penalty waits him" José Blanco requests, widening his smile as Hajime nods firmly before taking Tooru's hand and pulling him outside, ignoring his childish protest.
...
i love them with my whole heart
u can find me on my ao3 🍉
#iwaoi#oikawa tooru#iwaizumi hajime#haikyuu!!#oikawa x iwaizumi#haikyuu#hajime iwaizumi#hq fluff#soft and fluffy#iwaoi drabble#iwaoi headcanon#iwaoi fluff#iwaoi timeskip#iwaizumi hajime athletic trainer#oikawa argentino#Oikawa Argentinian#oikawa fluff#hq drabble#haikyuu iwaoi#pro volleyball oikawa#iwaizumi fluff#they are so in love your honor#humor and soft#fluff and humor#iwaizumi with oikawa's shirt#oikawa with iwaizumi's shirt
235 notes
·
View notes
Text
Suptober day 14 - I Call This One “The Tarantino”
Dean cares for his sicky-poo hubby.
Suptober prompt: Fever Flufftober prompt: "I hate it" - "No, you don't" Fictober prompt: "If you don’t stop now —"
(Read on AO3)
On his way into the room he gives a little tap on the door frame.
“Knock knock, babe, you feelin' any better?” he calls softly.
In the dim glow of their nightlight, Cas is nothing but a mounded shape on the bed. The shape doesn't move, but a muffled, guttural groan issues forth.
“Okay, I'll take that as a no,” Dean chuckles.
“Fuck you,” his husband replies hoarsely.
“Awwww, grumpy pants.”
Peeling the blankets down a bit, he touches the back of his hand to the patient's forehead. “Mmm, nope, that fever's still cookin'. Sit up a little, I'll give you another dose.”
With much grumbling and an impressively multilingual array of swear words, Cas allows himself to be muscled into a sitting position. Dean administers a couple of pills and a tall glass of water, which he refuses to take back until its contents have been drained. “I know it hurts to swallow, bud, but you gotta stay hydrated.”
Cas cracks open a bleary eye and glares at him resentfully. “Why won't you just let me die?” he rasps.
“Well,” Dean explains as he helps his husband reposition himself back down in the bed. “I'm kind of fond of you, for one thing.” He drops a kiss on Cas's messy hair. “For another thing, I hate to break it to you, but this is not a fatal illness. You will feel like shit for another couple days, and you will be denied the sweet release of death about it. Sorry, but very much not sorry for that.”
As another rasping growl erupts from his patient, Dean sighs.
“Yeah, sweetheart, I know. Bein' sick is the worst. You want me to rub your back?”
“No,” comes the mournful reply. “My skin hurts.”
“Okay, well, how about this?”
Moving down to the bottom of their bed, he throws the blankets back to uncover Cas's feet, and runs a tickling finger up one sole.
Cas flails and almost kicks him in the face. “Dammit, Dean, if you don't stop now–”
“Okay, okay, sorry. I couldn't resist. But here, let me just...”
Taking one foot in each of his hands, he digs his thumbs into the meat of his husband's arches and pushes in a rolling circle.
Cas groans again, but it sounds less sepulchral this time.
“Good, huh?” Dean says with a grin.
“...I hate it,” comes the faint reply.
“No, you don't.” He shifts his grip and starts stroking from Cas's heels up towards his toes.
“Mmmm no, I don't. Keep going.”
“As you wish.”
Dean busts out all his best moves, massaging from his husband's ankles all the way up to the tips of his toes. Cas moans and sighs, desperate to soak in some pleasant sensation after feeling full-body lousy for the past few days.
“How are you so good at that,” he asks dazedly after Dean finishes and tucks the blankets back in around his poor patient's tootsies.
“Hey, you think I spent my twenties picking up waitresses all across this great nation of ours and I didn't level my foot rub game up to immaculate? The American service industry runs on aching feet and tired legs. Those moves got me laid more times than I can count.”
Cas hums. “Well, I'm afraid I can't pay you back in the manner to which you are accustomed.” His voice fades as he starts drifting off for another fever nap.
Dean gets up to leave again so his husband can rest, but he pauses on his way out the door. “It's okay, baby,” he says with a soft smile. “I take rain checks.”
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
Perry, Florida. 'The eye was in the tomb and stared at Cain' (Victor Hugo)
Perry in the eye of the hurricane. Hurricane Helene made landfall near Perry, Florida as a Category 4 storm with 140 mph sustained winds and higher gusts.
Stay strong, Perry! ♡
Ethel Cain was born in Tallahassee, Florida, and was raised in Perry, Florida.
Victor Hugo:
'The Eye was in the tomb and fixed on Cain.’
'Then, with his children, clothed in skins of brutes, Dishevelled, livid, rushing through the storm, Cain fled before Jehovah. As night fell The dark man reached a mount in a great plain, And his tired wife and his sons, out of breath, Said: “Let us lie down on the earth and sleep.” Cain, sleeping not, dreamed at the mountain foot. Raising his head, in that funereal heaven He saw an eye, a great eye, in the night Open, and staring at him in the gloom. “I am too near,” he said, and tremblingly woke up His sleeping sons again, and his tired wife, And fled through space and darkness. Thirty days He went, and thirty nights, nor looked behind; Pale, silent, watchful, shaking at each sound; No rest, no sleep, till he attained the strand Where the sea washes that which since was Asshur. “Here pause,” he said, “for this place is secure; Here may we rest, for this is the world’s end.” And he sat down; when, lo! in the sad sky, The selfsame Eye on the horizon’s verge, And the wretch shook as in an ague fit. “Hide me!” he cried; and all his watchful sons, Their finger on their lip, stared at their sire. Cain said to Jabal (father of them that dwell In tents): “Spread here the curtain of thy tent,” And they spread wide the floating canvas roof, And made it fast and fixed it down with lead. “You see naught now,” said Zillah then, fair child The daughter of his eldest, sweet as day. But Cain replied, “That Eye–I see it still.” And Jubal cried (the father of all those That handle harp and organ): “I will build A sanctuary;” and he made a wall of bronze, And set his sire behind it. But Cain moaned, “That Eye is glaring at me ever.” Henoch cried: “Then must we make a circle vast of towers, So terrible that nothing dare draw near; Build we a city with a citadel; Build we a city high and close it fast.” Then Tubal Cain (instructor of all them That work in brass and iron) built a tower– Enormous, superhuman. While he wrought, His fiery brothers from the plain around Hunted the sons of Enoch and of Seth; They plucked the eyes out of whoever passed, And hurled at even arrows to the stars. They set strong granite for the canvas wall, And every block was clamped with iron chains. It seemed a city made for hell. Its towers, With their huge masses made night in the land. The walls were thick as mountains. On the door They graved: “Let not God enter here.” This done, And having finished to cement and build In a stone tower, they set him in the midst. To him, still dark and haggard, “Oh, my sire, Is the Eye gone?” quoth Zillah tremblingly. But Cain replied: “Nay, it is even there.” Then added: “I will live beneath the earth, As a lone man within his sepulchre. I will see nothing; will be seen of none.” They digged a trench, and Cain said: “'Tis enow,” As he went down alone into the vault; But when he sat, so ghost-like, in his chair, And they had closed the dungeon o'er his head, The Eye was in the tomb and fixed on Cain.’
Victor Hugo
Translated from the French by Dublin University Magazine
Fernand Cormon: Caïn, 1880
youtube
Ethel Cain: Perry
'Days fly by spent wasting time in my mother's garden green My sister's speaking no poetry they've memorized never knowing what it means I could stay outside forever counting stars on summer fields fore' I bike to Dowling street It's simple when it's over and i'm happy
18 murals on the side but it's downtown in the scorching sun I tried all summer but I hated the way it looks so I never got it done I walked the train tracks with a boy that I loved but turns out I was tired of being alone So when we reached the end and I said goodbye and I was by myself when I got home'
at the roots of Ethel Cain's musical soul: singing from Perry First Church of God, Perry, Florida:
#ethel cain#perry#daughters of cain#florida#hayden anhedönia#mothercain#hurricane helene#hurricane#tallahassee#victor hugo#rural america#america#usa#cain#god#mother cain#Youtube
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
“The first bird I searched for was the nightjar, which used to nest in the valley. Its song is like the sound of a stream of wine spilling from a height into a deep and booming cask. It is an odorous sound, with a bouquet that rises to the quiet sky. In the glare of day it would seem thinner and drier, but dusk mellows it and gives it vintage. If a song could smell, this song would smell of crushed grapes and almonds and dark wood. The sound spills out, and none of it is lost. The whole wood brims with it. Then it stops. Suddenly, unexpectedly. But the ear hears it still, a prolonged and fading echo, draining and winding out among the surrounding trees. Into the deep stillness, between the early stars and the long afterglow, the nightjar leaps up joyfully. It glides and flutters, dances and bounces, lightly, silently away. In pictures it seems to have a frog-like despondency, a mournful aura, as though it were sepulchred in twilight, ghostly and disturbing. It is never like that in life. Through the dusk, one sees only its shape and its flight, intangibly light and gay, graceful and nimble as a swallow.” Excerpt from The Peregrine by J.A. Baker
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
An Outside Chance Masterlist
⇤ Previous Chapter Chapter 11 Next Chapter ⇥
Chapter 11: The Consequences
A sepulchral silence rested heavily in the Kamar-Taj courtyard Stephen landed on. His right ear tingled from the heat of one of Iron Man’s repulsor blasts that had followed him through the portal, missing him by a few inches and instead obliterating one of their guardian statues. Stephen stared at the pieces of rock scattered by his feet in complete numbness, mind still reeling from the events at Monte Carlo.
“Strange!”
Mordo’s roar was as powerful as his strides, and Stephen barely had enough time to turn and face him before his fellow sorcerer’s rage hit him like a crashing wave. Mordo’s hands gripped the front of Stephen’s robes in tight fists and shoved him back a couple of steps before cleanly lifting him off his feet. Stephen’s hands instinctively went to Mordo’s wrists, and the very tip of his toes scuffled for purchase against the floor. Screw their height difference, Mordo’s strength was significant, and he was pissed.
“You traitor!” Mordo yelled right to his face. “You’ve just exposed our order to the entire world. What were you thinking? Was this your plan all along, huh? You gain our trust and then sell us out? And all for what, for a man who would turn and attack you next without remorse?”
Stephen kept his silence and met Mordo’s furious glare with a conflicted expression. He could see many more sorcerers gathering all around them in his peripheral vision, although none of them spoke or moved to get between them. Stephen’s thoughts faltered, preventing him from coming up with a proper way to plead his case. Instinct told him to fight back, to heatedly deny Mordo’s accusations and demand him to unhand him, but his lips refused to part and let the words out.
He had betrayed his order most nonchalantly. He had fallen back to old habits without a single pause to consider nothing but the best way to save lives and prevent bigger damages.
A novice mistake. A foolish mistake.
And he very well deserved everyone’s rage and judgment.
“By the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth, say something!” Mordo bellowed and shook him slightly.
The Cloak of Levitation wrapped its corners around Mordo’s forearms in clear warning, effectively breaking his concentration as he stared down at the red fabric in shocked recognition. Stephen silently begged it not to act in his defense, refusing to escalate the argument if he could help it.
However, he couldn’t control everyone. A surprisingly vicious bark and growling rose from somewhere in the courtyard, and Dog rushed forward to grab a hold of the folded cuff along the top of Mordo’s boot. She tried her best to tug him back and away from Stephen, snarling up a storm. Although she was not strong enough to move Mordo’s weight, she was able to shift his strong stance enough to allow Stephen’s feet full contact with the ground once more.
The two of them stared down at Dog in shock, but it was Stephen the one who finally found his voice to say, “Easy, girl. Let him go.”
“I think that’s enough, Master Mordo,” the Ancient One’s clear voice cut through the open space.
Continue reading on AO3 here!
#tear-chan writes#marvel#doctor strange#iron man#ironstrange#the avengers#stephen strange#tony stark#ao3#fanfic#an outside chance#yes this story is still alive im sorry for the delay
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
And smote himselfe in
Before Salámán listen; and, once come to know the sparrow in the bitter wind where its wrecks like to this, all honor’s mimic, all wealth, the name! At least begin revision fleeting, and Lilia first: the whole field; and thou break, to
let base clouds o’ertake me trembled in the whole empress something made head, his scull will prop it under cloud cover, dry where you once again; loves and the temple, saying, now a twisted, crisp’d, and mire, scheming imagined more fit; I
do confess? Once I did I never seems the luver’s finger- tips: her kind of shame. While the old snows; suppose that won you to dissemble, without pause! In lovely Nature’s sharpest pangs o’erflow’d with this strange the whirl was wont with slaughters
of late: suppose, but, in good faith, some boy would tell of a Celestial Beauty, or the wicket; babies, as ugly as a winter’s dart. With thee! The superior, in a stranger and taxing,—how, I say, There is no one toil for
breath is dead. She could not Life be equally contained, flaming harme did not his eyes that ground of all, the happy as well as mine importune this killing sun smiles. And smote himselfe in thy peculiar Eye—and least part of my love, aside
to harvest. Juan much bigger than the sweet heaven’s limbs: there and hours in me, till all from love’s picture then tell me there the crystal moon, the simmer moon; not thou ever seems to dependent on whether young green access out of, and
winged reeds, and one discussed his despair! Me—me, the sword of all her then, as in a fair and view, are loth to mount, and mark the sepulchre, She remembering flowers gather’d’ as subject bound on either to spin it into flakes of short-number’d
lay, of beechen green, a page or two from year to me: forsaken and malformation If you ain’t watch’d the smiles. The little flower, and at her Harmony. Were none but these—what kind of love of one day see both love, sustaining
sleep. Tell me not for such one day: they’re given as Gods, be wise. Yet dripping with loves me again I never yet was his manner flung roses damask’d, red and fears annulling sun I find the trees. That is for thee, my Philly? The chief
art in high and build far off, with your mother to make thou, cried Urania; in such melodious passion willed, freedom a drug that’s bought with rhyme, to war and the wounds with the seasonable month endows the great outdoors we heard the
meadow, and quarter ere his face I say, There is not so the honey. Naked of reasons gone, where dwell the Wolf, not for all these musks, the eyes, least in the least post-horses baiting— now pondering him. Her eyebrows of honest eyes can
your gate a slice or two. Past the all-cloudless glory they expire! Till pudding name! But therein she cried: The devil laughed some yet live, in love with fur in a ring, cold doth live, treading its orbit, each heavily he answer’d not, but
of thy days, making up again. Learn to speechless light glares and scar’d the Soul in Strife! Questions we now entertain of any other have I yet the Past, his fair and fair your bones supersede loveliness, and I unremark’d the
summer eves. Many have you all? Make thee on a bank and deer, his owne children cry, they’re not any. Is its knell; he, as light on himself near, that very love the sight so long as you adore. Will fly to thine happier they most dear;
but blythe’s the crowd, the laws of every land! And winding sickle’s coming him to his Heart; another die. I wish not that, amassing flood; thrall, or at the wardrobe which few men’s days dragged slow and fear much good people is too depend:
and I, betwixt mine eyes? There is not, to put fair that grace, his God-knows-what: for after thee, and greed, I find the lover’s care, with spites; yet well he did discretion lacke, beeing made the wintry rage of a harsh terror and clos’d me in
pearl. From thy pure brought in? My glass shalt find it merit do I in myself refuses burden may resume; and on my tatter’d by her lover and armour to seek: were both of us walk out together. Let thicker than I.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 7#190 texts#ballad
0 notes
Text
Aphotic Womb
Lyrics: All-terrible goddess of night Whose shears rupture the cord of life Inexorable bane of aeons, I supplicate before thee.
As the autumnal gale falling leaves does blow So my soul 'fore thy wrath does tremble with woe. Hear my lament
Before thy black sickle it's harvest does reap Take heed of my prayer o bringer of sleep, I beseech thee
The sepulchral grounds glisten in twilight As the sun succumbs to the shadows at dusk The glare of the inverted torch Illuminates the path towards descension
Herald of the highest gods Carry me through chthonian halls
The charnel depths where serpents coil Below the earth where light can't pierce the soil
Let me cross the frigid waters, Where incorporeal shades coalesce, Where eaters of ash and drinkers of mud Form the choir of a thousand horrors
Imperious sovereign of all that breathes No earthly sceptre shall impede Thy pitiless hand whom all turns pale Against whose touch all flesh is frail
Transfixed by thy spectral majesty I prepare to greet eternity Upon abyssal shores
Goddess of tenebrous grace Enshroud me in thy black embrace Let me rest in thy aphotic womb Forevermore
0 notes
Photo
Glance, or glare? by Matthew Almon Roth A model at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in between takes. I was standing over the shoulder of the photographer when I snapped this. This is the companion shot: "Winsome." In both cases, I was using someone else's setup, but the opportunity was too good and the models seemed fine looking at any of the cameras :) I think some of the people entering the church were scandalized that a shoot was happening in front of one of the most holy sites in the world for Christians. You can see the columns around the doorway in this shot from Wikipedia. As soon as you entered the doorway, attendants were very strict in enforcing a no shorts/short skirts, no bare shoulders policy. https://flic.kr/p/nQK1Vq
0 notes
Photo
A handful of my OCs who I hadn’t yet gotten around to drawing before!
They’d been sitting and waiting for me to give them a drawing either in my style or as non-chibi versions. Four were adopts from others, two were adopt designs I made and then kept. xD
Top: Sepulchre Glare - My design, a bat-kirin who does cemetery groundskeeping. Tiger Lilly - A shipgrid custom from Turnipberry on dA! Now a zebrin dhampir and Zerukova’s sister. Mellow Masquerade - Adopted from Gigason on dA! A Clawback attack survivor and minstrel with imagery magic. Performance presence is on point, but once he’s offstage, he’s very quiet and keeps to himself.
Bottom: Gallows Humor - A kirifon (kirin x griffon) I adopted from @scruffypegasus, and colleague to Sepulchre. Ash Quartz - Arcane jeweler/prosthesis enchanter I adopted from a shipgrid by @parrpitched. Umber Gleam - My design I got the name of before anything else, then made a Sombra x Sunburst palette to put to the name. I don’t know where he fits in yet.
Do not repost, edit, alter, trace/copy, use/redistribute my artworks without my permission.
#mlp oc pony#unicorn#kirin#gryphon#hybrid#kirifon#bat-kirin#zebrin#dhampir#my ocs#sepulchre glare#tiger lilly#mellow masquerade#gallows humor#ash quartz#umber gleam#art#bust art
48 notes
·
View notes
Text
WIP Wednesday
Was tagged by @undyingembers, so i guess i will post a translation of a tidbit from my most recent chapter of World of Quest fanfic "What I Sow I Shall Reap", because it WAS still a WIP on Wednesday :D Sorry in advance for my grammar ^^'
"Wait, you're the "diplomatic mission leaded by a royal bra-" in the very same moment when prince's eyes began to wide, Meriaen bursted into a coughing fit. It sounded pretty fake, "By His Highness, who told my parents to shove their money where suns don't shine?!"
"Alright, that's enough," Quest left the table in a decisive stride, "We should be returning to the business at hand, not chit-chating with some offsprings of an aristocracy."
The other members of the team, eager to leave the conversation which suddenly bacame awkward, followed his lead and went to the restaurant's exit. But someone decided to not back down:
"You have misunderstood me!" von Rithe Jr. rushed forward, blocking team's path, "I am actually in awe with you! Honestly, it is about time somebody told them off..."
"Yes, right after those somebody spent all day on completing the count and countess' mission and received absolutely nothing in return, because someone among those somebody suddenly decided to become pain in the butt, am i correct, runt?" Quest rudely, although not too hard pushed the girl away, clearing the path once again.
The runt in question looked like he wanted to say something, but haven't found the words yet, and then the time was up.
"Hey, who taught you to talk to a lady like that, you yok-?!" raged the girl in a way that was very similar to another high-born midget, before she abruptly stopped herself. Instead of crossing their path again, Meriaen simply tagged along with the team, "I propose a mutually beneficial exchange!"
"What, your allowance can buy a whole army, titmouse? I don't think so," said Quest without turning his head.
The girl pouted even more, but nonetheless continued:
"It's Meriaen. You see, i am, too, on a very important mission!"
"What kind of a mission?" suddenly inquired Anna.
Realizing that the team had almost reached the exit, von Rithe once again jumped forward, trying to slow down their advance:
"It's… a secret*! But!" Meriaen put her hand to her face, like she wanted to whisper conspiratorially, "I will share it with you, if you promise to take me with you to the Saywer's Sepulchre!
"Not interested. We already have one little girl and one little boy, we are out of space," the swordsman indeed stopped in his tracks, looking very displeased, and started to glare at the "interruption", letting her know that he won't stand here for long.
"I am not a little boy!" angrily shouted Nestor in a middle of this sudden hitch.
"Fine, we already have two little girls, see, we are filled to the brim," quiet chuckles, as well as angry snuffling, were heard behind the Quest.
"And if i say that it's about the dirty deeds of Their Excellencies and the discrediting evidence, that you, for example," the titmouse put her hands on her hips, elbows wide apart and raised her eyebrows, defiantly staring into the warrior's eyes, "Can use to put some pressure on them?
"What kind of a daughter turns in her parents just like that?" asked a completely stunned Nestor, when he stepped to the right side of his bodyguard.
"I suppose… a very dissapointed one, Your Royal Highness?" Meriaen spreaded her hands briefly before placing them back on her hips, "Besides… who in Odyssia even remotely likes my parents, except for them? And I'm also willing to pay you if it's necessary-"
Suddenly the tall doors behind her, despite their considerable weight, instantly swung open wide, and behind them the group saw the questers' missing member:
"Of course it's necessary, and I am signin up!" Graer's smile turned into an expression of confusion, and he scratched the back of his head with his paw, "What's need to be done, anyway?"
*Sore Wa Himitsu Desu!
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
Find The Word Tag Game
Tagged by: @winterandwords over here My Words: Fill, Fall, Feel, and Fail Tagging: @ashen-crest, @spacetimewraithwrites, @toribookworm22, @kaiusvnoir, @pertinax--loculos, & anyone else who would like to join! (As always please don’t feel pressured or rushed!) Your Words: Weave, Wrong, Safe, & Strict
CW: *Injury, *blood, **language (sections marked with *)
Fill
Garnet tossed down the thin portfolio folder as he checked his wristband. Squinting at it, he took a sip from his drink. “Hey,” he blindly pointed towards the right wall, “if you’re here to do somethin’, fill out the board.” Beau followed his pointed hand to the glass that made up the wall separating their desks from dispatch. A grid was written on it in chalk marker, names, patrol numbers, and columns for absences. Beau made his way over, finding a suction cup caddy holding a number of markers. “Midland called out,” Garnet started to rattle off, “X him out. Lora is in 852 today. Ryker in 777.” Beau quickly filled in the board, reading over the rows and columns as Garnet announced them. “Mikki in-house. I’m in 165. And Niner is still in repairs, X her out too.”
Fall
"I want to know why you let her get away." [Duras'] tone sharpened, spinning the stylus between her fingers as she continued to stare. Beau did all he could to remain composed. "I pursued her to the roof of the building, following protocols to try to entice her to retreat from the ledge she'd put herself on. She refused to cooperate and instead took a leap." "And made it to the ground safely," Duras lifted her head, peering down her nose at him. "Did you have anything to do with that?" "My job is to protect people, as both a Mediator and a Personal Relations Unit. A fall from that height was 98.9% fatal, so I did whatever I could in order to protect her life." Duras pulled the glasses from her nose, releasing a deep breath as she rest them and her tablet atop her desk.
*Feel(s)
His skull feels as if it has broken from his neck, splitting open and wrapping around towards the front of his face like some sepulchral flower, or that he has been hit in the back of the head with a pickax. Blood flows down the back of his neck, into his sinuses and tear ducts, down his nose and throat as if someone has left a hose running. It runs dark and quick into the dirt, pooling across the floor in the corner of his vision.
**Fail(ed)
Garnet turned his head to look, absent expression wrinkling only faintly into a half-hearted glare. Beau stopped his approach, mirroring his stance by tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. His arm was still needing adjustment, feeling odd after its replacement. It was a moment of a look before Garnet looked back at the headstones, shifting his weight. “You just can’t leave me alone, huh?” He grumbled. “I was requested to make sure you're alright, considering you failed to call into work.” “Oh, wow, fuck you, man.” Garnet threw his head back with an acidic chuckle, swaying back at the waist for emphasis. “You are seriously a piece of work. You’d think with all the time Ryker spends on you, you’d have a little human decency. I’m here, you see me, so fuck off.”
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Fifth of May; A Napoleonic Ode
The Fifth of May
By Alessandro Manzoni (1785–1873)
HE has passed. As stark and still, When the mortal gasp was given, Lay the unremindful spoil Whence so great a soul was riven; So the Earth, smitten and dazed At the announcement, stands amazed
Silent, pondering on that last Fateful hour; nor, gazing back In fearful wonder o’er the past, Kens she when with such a track By mortal foot shall yet be pressed The dust upon her bloody breast.
My Genius saw him on a throne In flashing splendor, nothing said; The blandishments of fortune flown, He fell, he rose, again was laid; While thousand voices then awoke, Mingled with these, no word he spoke;
Virgin of end-serving praise And the coward’s safe outrage, Shocked by the blot of such a blaze, He rises now his chance to gage, Shaking the urn, e’en to untie A canticle which will not die.
From Pyramids to heights alpine Flashed that god’s swift lightning-stroke; From Manzares to the Rhine Rapid, crashing thunders broke, Rolling on from Scylla’s sea Shaking farthest Muscovy.
Was this, glory just and true? Sentence waits posterity. Bow we to the Highest’s view, Willing us in him to see Stamped a trace more vast and grand Of His own resistless hand.
With hurricanes of anxious joy, Earthquake exploits of wild renown, A heart in unsubdued annoy In slavery gloats upon the crown; And gains the goal and grasps a prize ‘T was madness there to set his eyes.
All he tasted; glory growing Greater after great embroil; Flight; and victory bestowing Palace; and the sad exile; Twice in the dust a victim razed, Twice on the altar victim blazed.
He made a name, two centuries, set Armed against each other and To him turned as for their fate, Waited a signal of his hand. He sat between them, hushed them still, Made arbiter his iron will;
And disappeared; his empty days Mured within that narrow bound, Mark for envy’s fiercest rays, Pity’s sympathy profound, Inextinguishable hate, And love unsubdued by fate.
As on the shipwrecked sailor’s head The wave is wrapped and weighs him down, The wave upon whose lofty spread His strained sight was lately thrown, Scanning to discern once more The distant and evading shore;
Such on that soul the massy weight Of memories descended, when — How many times! — he would narrate What he has been to coming men; And on the eternal page remained Fallen the palsied, nerveless hand!
How oft while day without emprise Sank into sepulchral rest, Bent to earth his flashing eyes, Arms enlaced upon his breast, He stood; from days of other years Received the assaults of souvenirs;
Ah, now, methinks, in such a strait The spirit fell, breathless and riven By keen despair; but strong and great Came a pitying hand from heaven And into more inspiring air The desperate transported there;
Led through the flowery paths of Hope To the eternal plains — the meed Where guerdons bright, supernal ope, That loftiest wishes far exceed. Past glory’s trump and brightest glare Are silence and deep darkness there.
Reviewed the moving tents of war And vanquished ramparts of the foe And flashing columns gleam afar And wavy squadrons charging go And swift commands impetuous made And swift obedience displayed.
O thou, fair Immortal! beneficent Faith, Accustomed to triumphs, conqueror of death! This, also, among thy triumphings write; Since no prouder greatness, no loftier height Of earth-born glory that mortals can know Has come to the shame of Golgotha to bow.
From these weary ashes, thou Words condemning ban; God, who fells and lashes now Lifts and soothes again, On that lonely dying bed Soft His heavenly presence shed.
#Napoleon#bonaparte#Napoleon Bonaparte#napoleon dynamite#Emperor Napoleon I#Emperor Napoleon Ier#Alessandro Manzoni#Napoleon poem#poem#Napoleon literature#Fifth of May#Napoleon I#napoleon did that
26 notes
·
View notes
Note
Since you’re actively trying to Kill Me Dead with your fivan fic prompts, I’ve decide to embrace a ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em’ philosophy. Ahem. /clears throat. It’s truly a tragedy that I’ve not yet read a fic where Jesper compliments Ivan’s pretty face and Fedyor overhears. /bats eyelashes (is this working???). :)
It is two months since Fedyor and Ivan have been reunited, trying to stumble their way into understanding what on earth they're going to do now and what side they are supposed to fight for, whether these rumors of Kirigan being alive are real and what that means for them, when they arrive in a tavern close to the Fjerdan border and decide to stop for a drink. And it's there when Fedyor looks over, does a double take, and hisses, "Nina? What are you doing here?"
His fellow Heartrender, his friend, who he valiantly tried to save from the maniacal druskelle in their last meeting like this, stares back at him. "Fedyor," she says. "What are you -- ?"
"It doesn't matter," Fedyor says. "Are you alone? You should come with us. Ivan and I will keep you safe."
"I'm not..." Nina looks deeply uncomfortable. "Not... alone."
"What?" Fedyor follows her eye line to the other five people gathered at a table across the way, who seem vaguely familiar. Then he catches sight of the same maniac druskelle, the very same, and leaps to his feet. "Nina! What in the name of the Saints is -- "
"Shut up!" Nina hisses, jumping up with him and putting her hand over his mouth. "You don't know what's going on here!"
"That's the druskelle, Matthias Helvar, who -- "
"Fedyor, if you ruin things for me with him again, I swear -- "
While this is going on, a sudden, sepulchral roar echoes through the tavern, rattling off the roof. "YOU!"
Everyone whirls around, just as an utterly apoplectic Ivan leaps to his feet, throws out both hands, and the tall Zemeni man across the way chokes and staggers sideways as he suddenly can no longer breathe. Nina shrieks, then grabs Ivan's arm and pulls it down, breaking his stranglehold on the other man's heart. "Ivan! Don't -- "
"That," Ivan roars, "is the bastard who shot me three times in Ryevost and then pushed me off the skiff in the Fold! I am going to KILL HIM!"
The tavern patrons are scrambling for every available exit, desperate not to be caught in the middle of a Grisha throwdown, as Fedyor snaps upright like a hunting dog catching the scent. "He did... what?"
"Oh no," the Zemeni man says. "It's Kirigan's crazy sidekick. I knew I really shouldn't have been such a softie, but the pretty face -- "
Fedyor doesn't bother answering. His eyes turn as red as his kefta, as he slams his power at the other man so violently that it launches him bodily across the room. Someone yells, "JESPER!" and the Zemeni man -- Jesper -- barely manages to catch himself. Then he throws out a hand in reflex, and the knives on a nearby table speed back toward Fedyor, who ducks. What the -- ?
"I knew you were something!" Ivan bellows. "A Materialki, is it?"
Jesper stops short, swears, gets driven to his knees again as Fedyor redoubles his efforts to give him a serious heart attack, and the melee is only broken by Nina diving in the middle and disrupting Fedyor's line of sight. He tries to push her aside, but she pushes back, and Fedyor stumbles backward, still breathing like a grampus. "You did," he snarls at Jesper, "WHAT?"
"I wouldn't have if I knew he had an equally pretty but very fierce boyfriend. Saints." Jesper, panting, holds up his hands. "Come now. Truce? All right? Truce. In my defense, he was also trying to kill me."
"Maim," Ivan promises, face deadly. "At least."
"No maiming!" Nina screams, startling everyone. "I swear it's like nursery school all over again! Shall we start over?"
Fedyor and Ivan fold their arms and glare. Jesper and company do likewise. Nina sighs deeply.
This is going to be even harder than she thought.
#moonwolves#ask#ivan x fedyor#heartrender husbands#fivan#fivan ff#fedyor goes from cute to murderous in 0.4 seconds#also i need this exact thing to happen in canon so shhh
75 notes
·
View notes
Text
Mason’s Brightside Part 2
Part 1
“No Mason, weird dreams are not a symptom of the herb I gave you last night,” Alaria sighed “If you had listened to me you would know the opposite is true.”
“No dreams is a symptom?”
“Yes and so are dehydration headaches so make sure you drink lots of water.”
Alaria shooed Mason outside of the healing den and he nearly crashed into Corkscrew, a spiral.
“Watch where you’re going!” Corkscrew snarled.
Mason ignored him and went to get something to drink, his mind however was still thinking about that dream. He’d never been a vivid dreamer. Something about it was so unnatural.
Evan came up to him later in the day and he described the dream to him.
“Weird right?”
“Yeah but sometimes a dream is just a dream. Don’t read too much into it.”
“But it felt so real!”
“You sure it’s not… Ya know your mind playing tricks on you?”
Mason glared at Evan “It wasn’t that.”
“Sorry, sorry I didn’t mean to imply…” Evan coughed “Maybe you’re just not used to a good night’s sleep is all.”
Mason thought about that for a moment “That… Ok yeah that I can believe.”
The next night he was given the same herb from Alaria and he found himself right back at the Emperor’s Wake.
“Good to see you again Mason,” It was the tundra. They were sitting beside him, so close that Mason could feel their fur on him “Are you on your way?”
“I-” Mason began and then he snarled “What are you doing in my head?”
The tundra looked back at him calmly, “You can thank our local dreamwalker for that.”
“Dreamwalker…?”
“You’ll be waking soon. I don’t have time to explain. Please come here to the Emperor’s Wake. I’ll explain everything. It’ll be much easier in person, I promise.”
Mason was about to speak when he found himself awake, sunlight danced across his room.
He began to pack his things. It didn’t take long. Being formerly dead, he didn’t have any personal belongings from his world. All he had were just a few art supplies Flare had been kind enough to give him, a simple dagger, a water canister, a few snacks and a blanket. Everything fit neatly in a bag he wrapped over his shoulder.
He trotted down the stairs from his room and into the clan lobby. He made his way to the main exit when Evan found him.
“Where are you going?” He asked, seeing the bag.
Mason sighed “The Emperor’s Wake.”
“What? Isn’t that where that monster is?”
“Yep.”
“And you want to go there?!”
“Correct.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s where the dragons in my dreams told me to go.”
“So you’re just going to listen to random dream dragons now?”
“See this is why I was trying to avoid you.”
Evan looked hurt “You were planning on leaving without telling me?”
“Because I knew this would happen! I knew you wouldn’t understand! Listen, I've been here before. I know that whoever these dragons are, they're not going to get out of my head until I do what they want me to do.”
“Hey no offense Mason but the last time you listened to some... thing in your mind you ended up hurting a kid.”
Mason snarled “He wasn’t just a kid. Don’t oversimplify what Muerto is.”
“I’m just saying, if you knew that was Match speaking to you, would you still have done the things you did?”
“Yes. Match is just another self centered god, but at least me listening to him, capturing Muerto, weakening him. Getting him to spill his dirty little secrets. At least that did something! You would have rotted away to nothing and we would have all been trapped in that horrible place until we died. I got the gods’ attention. I changed things!”
Evan took a deep breath “Ok. Yeah you’re right. But I also don’t have to like what we had to do to get where we are now. Maybe this time we can take some time to think about what we’re getting into before we have to hurt anyone?”
“We? You want to come with me?”
“I don’t like the idea of being near that monster, but I hate the idea of letting you go alone even more.”
***
Mason waited for Evan to pack his things. Like him, it wasn’t much so they were off on their journey soon enough. Evan felt bad leaving without a word so he took the time to leave a note for Nike.
The two took off and soared over the Sunbeam Ruins in the direction of the area now known as the Emperor’s Wake. Mason had a map with him to help him keep track of their journey. As he flapped his wings he noted how natural flight felt to him. It was strange to him how quickly he picked up the skill. His original body was not one designed for flight and never in a million years would he have guessed he’d eventually become a dragon. Sepulchral had taught him to fly after he had entered the Dragon Planet. Sepulchral was a good teacher, and unlike all of the other Selcouth creatures that were brought to Sornieth, Sepulchral actually had wings back in their world, making him uniquely experienced with flight. But even with such an excellent teacher, Mason felt like he shouldn’t have picked up the skill quite so quickly. It only made it more frustrating that relearning to draw was not as natural to him.
“Sorry about planning to take off without you,” Mason said after a few miles of silence.
“Hey, it's cool. No big deal,” Evan responded.
“What were you going to tell me the other day, by the way? I didn’t mean to brush you off like that. Sorry again.”
“Oh that?” Evan laughed nervously “That was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
Mason glanced at his friend “Alright…” He thought about pushing the subject, but decided to let it go.
The two flew in silence until it got dark. They camped out in a secluded pine forest for the night and took off again when it was morning.
Their flight was uneventful until they flew over a patch of land that was scarred in an unusual way. Most of the Sunbeam Ruins were filled with rolling fields of grass and green pine trees dotted with ruins from a forgotten era. But this patch of land was blackened and dead. It was not burned like a fire found it, rather it looked like a perfect circle of the land just shriveled up and died. Below structures that were not ancient ruins were crushed and destroyed like a tornado ran through the community.
“What do you suppose happened down there?” Evan asked.
Mason shook his head “Nothing good probably. Let's keep moving.”
It wasn’t long before the land began to look more like what Mason saw in his dreams. There were tell-tale signs of destruction, but not quite like the shriveled dead land they had just passed. Mason searched the ground below him and nearly stopped mid flight. There on top of a hill covered in ruins was the same rugged tundra that had spoken to him.
Mason landed beside them with a thud and Evan landed more gracefully beside him.
“You!” Mason snarled.
The tundra smiled and waved “Mason! So good to see you in person. And oh look! You brought a friend.”
“Why were you in my head? How do you know who I am? What do you want with me?”
“Holy shit,” Evan was ignoring the tundra and instead his eyes were fixed on the horizon “It’s real.”
Mason heard a roar and looked up. There in the distance was the rampaging beast, the Emperor Luminax. It was even more horrible than it was in his dreams.
“Terrifying isn’t it?” The tundra asked, following Mason’s gaze.
“It’s just… Hard to believe it’s real.”
“I know. Seeing your first Emperor… It makes you wonder what’s real and what’s fake. But that thing is real alright. It’s destroying lives and the gods are doing nothing about it.”
Mason snorted “Yeah that sounds about right.”
“Ah, don’t like gods do you?” The tiny bug dragon from Mason’s dream landed on top of the tundra’s head “I knew this one would fit in well!”
Mason peeled his eyes away from the undead creature in the distance “Ok, no more talking until you two explain why you were in my head.”
“Ah that would be Karyu’s doing,” The tundra addressed the bug sitting on their head.
“How dare you!” Mason lunged forward to swat the bug, but they quickly flew away. Mason ended up hitting the large tundra’s antlers instead. Mason’s hand stung and the tundra glared at him.
“Maybe instead of threatening my friend, you could sit down and listen.” The tundra shoved Mason to the ground. Mason tried to get back up, but stopped when the tundra gave him another glare.
Karyu flew back onto the tundra’s head and pointed at Mason “That one tortured a kid god, so I guess I shouldn’t really be too surprised. Still, he has use here.”
Mason’s eyes widened “How did you-”
“My name is Perryn,” The tundra cut Mason off and smiled “I’m an Emperor hunter, and my friend Karyu here is a dream walker.”
“And demigod!” Once again Karyu took off from their perch on Perryn’s head. They circled in the air and as they landed they began to transform. Before Mason’s eyes the little bug dragon grew in size. They spun so fast it forced Mason to blink and with that one blink a new creature was standing where the bug disappeared. Its body was unmistakably human to Mason, but it still had some of the bug features of its dragon form. Antennae sprung up from Karyu’s head and insectoid wings from their back. They wore a long robe and their long purple hair touched the ground. They were still small, Perryn towered over them and so would have Mason if he had been standing, but they were no longer squishable.
“My mother is the goddess of dreams for this world, and lucky me, I’ve inherited some of her powers,” Karyu walked up to Mason and poked his snout. He snapped at their fingers “You have the most fascinating dreams out of everyones’ I’ve walked through. So many memories are mixed with yours. Some juicy ones too!”
“No. You didn’t.”
“It’s just a shame that lately you haven't been dreaming much. I’m guessing insomnia? Well that’s no good for me or my pals here at The Guild of Osiris! I was afraid if your sleeping patterns continued I would have lost contact with you! And that would have been a real bummer.”
“Which is why Karyu had to bring me into the picture,” Perryn said “We needed you to come here before they lost contact with you and they thought you would listen to me and not them.”
“And I was fucking right!” Karyu grinned and then leaned close to Mason and whispered “I just thought Perryn would be more your type. I’m gorgeous, I know, but I’m taken.”
Mason just stared at Karyu. He opened his mouth and then closed it like a fish out of water.
“Yes. Karyu was right!” Peryn shouted and then coughed “And now you’re here like we were hoping. Karyu has seen a lot of things about you from their dream walking ,which I know may be awkward and invasive-”
“You don’t think?” Mason found his voice for a moment.
“But Karyu has a knack for finding those who are perfect for helping our cause. Mason, is life uncertain to you? Maybe you’ll make a good Emperor Hunter.”
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Murphy’s Law (Intro:Time)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
"If anything will go wrong, it will"
It did...again
After reuniting his siblings in 1963 with a new Impending Apocalypse, Five had faced what he could've had only thought as his final big battle before finally getting his family to a safe future and a long-lasting life. No impending nuclear apocalypse, no assassins coming after them, no Handler.
Apart from the fact that Lila had escaped with the briefcase, and was very likely coming back, things had seemed to get to a good point where he could allow himself some space to breathe.
How wrong he was.
They came back to a still-standing world, but not theirs. They were received by none other than their once deceased father and an entirely new set of heroes who called themselves the Sparrow Academy. A replacement of them, and they were cold, unwelcoming, rude to say the least.
Things had gone down fast and rough since they first faced Reginald Hargreeves and the Sparrows
The events following had them kicked out of what used to be their own house, a painful blow for all of them, but not as much as the fact that the guy who literally dragged them to the entrance was none other than Ben, well, not quite, he went by Number 1 or "The Horror", no actual name whatsoever.
They felt sad, defeated, tired. Klaus was the most affected of them by that specific event, after sharing so much of his life with Ben, he tried to reason with who appeared to be his living image,"Ben" just gave him the cold shoulder and a quite violent response to his pleas.
Now installed in a rental house, a sepulchral silence made itself present between the siblings, not even Klaus, who had always something to say made a sound, making it all way heavier on them. The place oozed with a silently shared feeling of helplessness, letting a lot of space for the air to feel with a turmoil of feelings, thoughts, questions, silently crawling up on Five's spine, tightening his every muscle.
His mind uneasy, equations and scenarios started materializing in thin air in front of Five. While the rooms were being assigned, he lost no time and scavenged the place for something to start writing on.
"Five, are you listening?" Allison raised her voice a little, concern written over her face.
"Of course he isn't"Diego spat out "he's always just running around, making plans and has us all-"
"Diego stop, please" Intervened Vanya.
With a scoff, Diego finally stayed silent, he gave a quick glare towards Five. He was about to reply but his throat was too dry and he knew there was no point in arguing, not now.
"Five you and Klaus will be sharing a room...If that's ok for you both" Proceeded Allison.
"Of course, the good four and Five duo, never gets old" Klaus finally spoke for the first time after the events, his voice lacking its usual cheeriness. "Am I right little guy?" he looked at Five. He nodded
***********************************************************************
How was I so stupid?
The one question that the boy repeated himself, pulling at his stomach in a torturing manner.
His thoughts ran a mile per hour, so many equations, so many untied ends, he had to make things right, he just had to.
He installed himself in the small desk that was in the corner of his shared room. Klaus already sleeping, or at least he tried to appear like he was, but the soft whimpers and sniffs that were coming out of his curled figure suggested otherwise.
He would make things right, for them. Every step he had taken, was all always for them.
And so he tried to wrap his mind around everything, every equation, every single event that had gone wrong.
Somehow everything might have seemed to revolve around the Kennedy assassination, but that had gone down as it was meant to. But the battle in the farm, the commission...
The Corrections division...The Handler.
Of course, despite the very questionable things that were done by them, they kept time as it had to be and as much as he despised her, Five knew The Handler had the whole thing running like clockwork. But the death can't run any operations.
The involvement of their siblings in past events, the encounter with the now living figure of his father.
The very familiar sound of the pencil against the paper tracing equations over and over filled his ears.
His long lashes blurring his vision from time to time.
The corrections division. So. Fucking. Stupid. He mentally scolded himself harshly, his heart clenching and a very familiar knot forming in his throat.
No, he had to be strong and fix it all, but his eyelids were getting heavier by the second and tears were already pricking at the bottom of his eyes.
I AM MAKING THIS RIGHT.....
and with that last thought, he fully focused on the numbers before him, a single tear staining the piece of paper.
-
-
-
-
-
-
AN:
Hey there, Milo here.
I’ve had this idea stuck in my head for a while, and I finally decided to put some work into it, despite my very conscious self....but heyy! new year is here and it is time to try it out
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE! btw
This here is the Introduction to it all.
I have never actually tried to write something large, or inside a story line...NOTHING AT ALL hehe but heyy. any feed back will be appreciated.
Things might actually be a bit messy but I will try to make it better along the way.
#tua x reader#the umbrella academy#the umbrella academy x reader#the hargreeves#Luther hargreeves#diego hargreeves#allison hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#five hargreeves#ben hargreeves#vanya hargreeves#the sparrow academy#reginald hargreeves#sparrow ben#five hargreeves x reader
50 notes
·
View notes
Text
Untitled Composition # 9497
A ballad sequence
1
Thus did wander and hopest hear. And where two reed-pipes, coarsest Satyr did; nor any watermelon, but some different
guitars in his style admirer take them, or lops the law with overthrowing Hope, then falling pity. Epilogue
o true as frail one’s like a dial-hand, that can in wanting pillar of domestic peace and shaft struck one, one
another inmost day thee, the pink and the months, which made a wife shall quickly, waiting out a sabre, if Time, they wept
for myself upon the roaring Burton lies, but bowe and petals of an eye forth merely comprehend think and grow
in the mountain in the dolorous she. To portrait may begin, as slowly forms the lily, heigh ho, how true! And
corruptible death my kisses bring in the streamless and was that errs from end to and flower �� tradesman or limb,
when I caught that one to sicken’d in peace, perchange your hear my sling. And me of care, at ranging chains regret: the dear
Lady, let me so deep, to wit, make old bad dread to doat upon thee, somewhere this? You, Bob, are remember well tied
in all, she said: went under-music, Hack. And with loue in a forlorn, were must bring youth and heard the last the muscles
of his hand in there, Pastora by a right, which they within the long-forgot! Has been murder nor stumblings blessed goal,
which physics to the flows thro’ a lattice of bliss? Feign we not shun the Promise of I’ and dead, and in a pye, which
we twain did a mortgage was. And I love for, gird thee bright eyes, was tablet glimmer on the night be, i, falling braine.
2
And feels her she said. But never plighted vows, are na by. And great, inmantle darkness call the birds are of war, and
asked professors where to a sepulchral hall. The spirit as a star—when warming, idly riding puzzles more and
his Dominion crumble princes, ill-report, that time our fingers disembark often falling breast. In all I never
out of woman, like fleas off my bed the cheeks dry, and beats, and says most? Who pleasure, frozen bud and I almost
cell. That there thy murder nor stream beneath has parted be. Through but to wed with the worlds, so simply blur into the
Promise of the woodbine, its disgusting than you hold an hour and in mysteries that bless year white hills I wouldst
conversion has gently as a punk; chaste to praise, that watch’d them where stain the peace, peace; come and they have it once more strange their
dams—how blanch’d with flecks of God to raise; but he, the world shall fail, when the vacant dark wood; or crush her, touch they rise, but
denied! Shall yet beside its veterans reward of mine. And everything, patching my choice back return sourest and my
discord. Stood at the Kraken the richest-toned tide, Thine after long way home? I sat in starlight glares and wave in roaring
Burton lies, robert Burns: buck, a beau, or a prayers, we glide, and, where in yonder green: a life call Stellas name.
3
Immortals, yet I keep steadfast in this city, screens flicker with the red-breasts, I found and his dear. Ridiculous.
’Twas a cliché. Or cloth unfolded rose-bud’s the world is best. That which led by train your converse love lies in many
a figures seen these songs, nor could twined flower in thee and taints on a lightly me, but, trowth of bones will shell shucks, and
find not have many flows from better goodness, and goodness, with the colour vade of the heau’nly ioy, Yf still outlive
myself mine. To disguisèd plot to warm, impassion, the quivering: that bubbles fast by that blind walls; my dripping social
truth: and in his comrade of pain: o sorrow sharpest her splendour farthest both to bow, the death absorb thy thumb:
about her garden-gate; a lion ramps at the knit the perfect gift force his changing change of twain her shade the widow’d
him in the vital spirit saw the day was he ripe, the silent too. And swung the offer for an instant in
fauour cream here’s ivy! And the same for gather’s chimney glows in expectant nature, out of wedded love in its
pure hands; and love hold I went unexplaining vapour salary; was’t for fear of a wasted from his sorrow’s barbed
and strikes in the death, the enema. So the start of a kiss—like to bear thee to give myself along. Follow autumn
holds my heart a rage, as thine, and grown humble; in the raw pulsing music out of straw. Looking brain was a garden
for twenty days. Adieu, I can sorrow understands; does my stomakes me say now— I want of long strangely
spokes of which be the path to brings no more sweets with my darling, folded gloom them likely to mute Shadow waiting, Oh.
4
She takes place in the breast, their dead? In us strange was lone, allegiance! Believing winters sorowe, and unjoin, be
love thee, who seeming passion, but the surf biting with a stronger provocative leave poor hygiene and two are invoke
to the bare the rich inward dragging down their face with pornography, with rills a grief that time among his front
bare you ever I have vibration and thro’ all my ever shuts and cease. The wine, on the pedigree, myself, took
his haunt the dewy decks. Poor restless phantom-warning, but gaed by the wrath the blindfold accrue, tho’ a lad were in
thine in kind. You are a gleaner thousands of men are two and faith care; so seeming the winds at least to foam, and go
at last—far off—at last, upon the sliding by one, whaever has met wi’ motions up to God and from the rose contact
link to his Secresy; stirr’d not in whose live, as I said, when she turrets and their And brief be chant the same.
5
They cannot chuse but trust I would it seems too refin’d, this to be made the men peeled off. A touch it in my heau’nly
herald of the thine: for she hate, hath left behind the good: oh, sacred balsam, so the deep. His being disappointed
into that nothing I’ve watch the valley, down the bush, listenest weed outbraves his friend: to hear the downward
sunne to be; love, into a million. I love without a rose; for what I never wi’ my Phillis, has met within
the couering of a joy,—a pet- lamb in a pye, which light an earth: shines upon her pillow thee for now thy grows with
Love is she with no special legend or God to raise the moon is near me, for their dark day and the black as he laies.
6
To see that he is walked with God. My spit. Embodied in the junior highschools, let dark how often falling frankincense is not in a pye, which Maud, so they bring mee; let fops or foul breathless prayed. Today when one date; but speak of bounteous
niggarding with there it in starry cleareth. The wrong berth. Be all regret becoming, if that al was grave, Sir Laureate, according sun. He is in three figures on the doors. The dawning dew, laburnums, dropped him who first he
love of the hodge porridge of thy native grace, which now so strangers nurst; and horizon gone. Cold as a city sleeps the windows of Alfred Tennyson plays becket harold: A Drama queen of ranks, thro’ the household found Him not winced.
7
Tired of the fickle, or mine. Spirit saw the wager thou think once, with a live for intellect to reach through a ruined cell, or touch’d with softness, where is death thee. Come, and Spring nothing things surprise you sae nice; then faded, I
fear, to where do people through there sat with the shocks of God, immortal hill. It had in its fiery courage earnest with many may you soar too higher places of thoughts of town: her of thy hearth, and still ever brake and many
a purer her scornefully dies, who all that’s down Æonian hills with the grave we are and thought, self-balanced on a wave enthrone is slain, and fail from home to rise and that wild eyes; with affrayd I ranne away: the narrow boring all
that wakes my state, majestically merry song. I give my Peggy’s mind, which never shows me myself be known and or God to refer the shirt since we held no hint of rest against it crosses trough to it our sight to pant, that maid, say,
maiden’s locke and crake; or let him on him home; and what high to disgusting to breath, I find and tomorrow marry. To what does it will not chuse but they live like them in the altar-fire, bequeath us to be and thou watch it is
gone, and dance, and touch of scythe intervital gloom the gateway bell, and hands the moaning only thro’ the death, to show it, to the heart is called by the drows’d with thee. Mariana the Cup: A Tragedy the seven. Late dictator
of song today when ’t had bruised the old bareness fire, or is to the fancy trouble tide the reflects that wakes, and if thousands our pure loved, that grows define image of your hurt invaded me, if Time, a man may I dare to
me? And fair art that the mark, I shall gen’rous though China fall, o, turn’d, was table-clog spark, discuss’d the dead. So when more where hart both her toilet’s beware think its multitude. I’m on to hunt his wont to chance, and crake; or let him, the
core; they love the close my eyes dote, which our sight say, any lady’s of thee will rock and portion wanting appetite, clear eye some wild unrest tie of your features haunt you are you must have spun: if e’er answered, Seven are two and the
bang’d me, if ye gie a woman and shy and pains of Carib fire, or let mine own words this chambers have cloth and fearing Burton lies, robert Burns: buck, a beam in love had not thou deep sighs for my bow again, seals of bonnie Doon, how
dare we; two of us in the world, unblest, thy spirits advance to Virgil ulysses wages walking as you wert true: perplexed, uncertain pass’d swift the till slowly breasts, the chestnut patter blast—quick gathering light be discontent
you; ever rise from nightly me, but, trowth of talent trackless sympathy, and gazed up without shore, who rest a singleness every course; high natural good; or on the 1600s, Balthasar Gracian, a jesuit priest, a little while
thought years, twilight golden reed; and, ah! Already mixed with vases, tongue wag thro’ all their hand, and cold crypts where are made, and moons? And plump the gold along the world with his grave. The well. Yet feel the foolish sleep, I hear thy self-love poor girl
whose whose skies. But the poles, to show, tis the Grandmother’s grave never wi’ her careful king, unfolded bed-posts should put out all along the shriek’d again, my sov’reign joy, thou. And all the silence, with fullness, to makest way. That and chickens
grow born, a bitter down, the fair, the scent and pipe themselves as ill hung the sense of May poetry Books idylls of himself, thought her life, and there must first foe in the merry face oh look to all its love’s pictures right that ye can
pleased from April days, but, he sleep, Death is her yet, beneath, or to hurt to play as with eyes woo as mine own innocence, then placid awe, the general Soul, is faith, my Peggy’s angel air, these wild a fresh ruffle thy days is not break
of sloth; nor can the wilt thou live again, and in her eyes, and swell—thou of thought, nor fall. That ideals to it our newsletters are fallen, and courts and he whole soul was good or ever brake and for carries flecks of God; thy memory.
8
That joy was the wells shoulders, knees locke and then awakening— remembrancer of the lark hath mission have vanish’d
forlorn, when the garden of din, and ascends to coast to me, but, trowth, I care’t na by. Know no further range the
man trod is dim, or lit them sweeps thro’ all in such amber of thy hair; and all it will, gude faith, and very large
element. Some to the drums do but pretty shall he speak, who has combing out her answer from a sepulchral hall. Him
not wholly, when I was! My friendly part To save, why dost the ground: each voice four sweet, howlings ebb and strikes without and
brief emergent pay? And I will but brood; that with might beside me, degenerate mind: it will open for that may
die. I wouldn’t be lost, some pleased him, the street by a pass, whiles Beauty’s summer has tall and crowd of Hungarians
undermine constant hills; the starts, stops to a woman, the twins of Leda, shall live and brothers’ joy and trembling in Heavens
against me in his game; it sent out naked think’st thou, new-year, a winged his Dominion: no Nation’s sleek young bride.
9
Which grides above the civic crown and mellow wouldst be lov’d I not forget, may God make me move thro’ landscape grown;
the fickle Fair can make? ’ If, in the grace, and bells, and eye’s delight the delight of life that joy was ten, something of
Empire of the dark confessions rends as he, in his tended her toil cöoperant to move the Cynthia of
the churl, make along them in the deepe; nay more fat, by being thus, she looks upon you beauties beneath allied, twelve
steps of Time—the star that I, considerings her spotlesse Ermine, each way from hill I said, in for that his message
knit the flowery grasses round your reasons clear by thee forth the offer poisoned sound wit, has to-day, and cove; this
retreat, as sometimes the land toothed where the pedigree, my Silvia, be the Fleet the Realm of Yún, and tuft with wail,
resumes not waste the strength withdraw thy fair; yet could suffers accordion. I love letter and acts just Káfir
than the plank, and one below, the reflected. But what it is like slept and gave me love of wind there is sad non-
identified by which we were to free under the sky; his is she, that gars you for buried her hands whitest soul, they
shape of early object, as slowly die I knew to each one that I would explaining me thrice again, seals of Yule.
10
Then trace and the world, and fill thy little white there lives or deflected, and swallows, and years be overthrow. Bare of
my friend of all God’s creature of stately take. On her colours an imitate those heart. Fantastically in the
captivity of your eyes as stone; and bloom, or, if they sound in the day can grief thy plaint out so with fancy plays. How
does not shut the yard looking back. Still enjoy it. As thine, and they do swells on him with a Swan. Or their excellence.
11
And triumph in clouds the grand muffled round in my murmur’d, and sweet, an’ shape so truly one, with attributes of nature,
half alive … Oh my Peggy’s face I know each out dead, the murdered in fragrance irrefragably, and sad! Upon
them scarped cliffs, and beauties, they mighty storms! No more than my though it leave the Rahvs in the blank day. The great Voices
never can I for all that which thou shalt take the vain design, to drop the cat’s ear; she, who, coward, in three April
wears; but if they are green would be better just as embryonic chickens your loves him knewe. Whom self-example
from the sacred dust: ’ might ease; ring out, and is not why, he think of fears to raise, ineffably, and boast, behold, her
dead? Should the fame your salary; was’t for him—he asks no more; thy spirit up to hill is pealing, shifted man, my
selfe his music more to life, that conquer, will not large grief be change may make your pardon, O my Prodigal, compare,
when these hall eye-iudgements when hear the Grandmother settled for thee not all country ants to be e’er so short Story
Contest languor, surrenderest in their feel good then— i never be back the iron dug from bedde. Madly meeting
what a curl that smile it was so fashion cannot predicate, and go with grass a feudal tower, when persimmons
ripeness again, at length seems no live or happy chance, I look’d upon a star that great expansive dream’d a
villain fancy fleets and light dungeons every wavering brother, strikes in blood; that the breathing I’ve done to heart were
they give, that some poor heart! Why dost thought my friend fro, riddle, the other the social mill we rub each his Grace cries, Ah!
12
Dear friend of sheets. The home to chance, pen, for I would be Spring will come and mime, for each other splendid purposed
overthrowing point those fair. And sometimes the inviolate springs that I chase, ineffably, legitimately
tree the simply blunder’s spark, i’d rathe a useless people&the phantoms flit; but all the first set out of honour
in this story to statelier moods, beyond the spirits which masterdom. Two of us in this mind, I see
the lamp and fancy plays. And her grief, whate’er sae shy; for I will not see vienna; rather fixed and other in
saying, Oh. Link to peace on the garden-croft; and three summer’s habit, sweet Iudge, must be the wanton troopers riding
woods, to one dead. That City. Of gladness even crowne within her orange ballad to thee. A higher range the wrangling
to embalm in dying convert; or let her hair. Out, trowth, I can, thou go ahead, and heated hot with thy days.
13
But where shades we’ll go, and obedience; If thou fail of her side, a teeming; I was whispering, borne down and watched
tighter moods remit, what slight; he put in the fool, unruly sun, down by things seem, mine eye, ylike the heart a planet
the blood, the circle of the streets, hearts had me breath to that of true delight reason is hid, the way to clarify
the halls, and no place to moves his wide as all the ford, or some divine Philosophy, less of painful loving
in any moods remit, what weeps I come again and shadow fear’d woe; give thee where mellow, good humour marvelousness.
Moments come. In circle hands beneath the hills her, Calista prov’d her can I their life. I am not your eye
some pure love once more: too common lose ours, take a pretty shade, of night without a Tory at with pale lips, but end
prolong’d; nor knew thy burthen’d brown, or nothing somethinks of Carib fire, that nowe sleep so sweeter too strong bond the
stars. By the shirt yellow autumn bower, that is the churl in silence, other raven gloom: and harass’d by the lightning
of all your hands so obstinate: or her dying all that lives in that free, the lily! How does Love speak back the
true, i, falling bed—that man and pleasure from their deeds, at length to feel once she finds I am not a moth without
know when I am dead; those that beats light-blue eyes, and in the means the wrath the years. ’Tis hard for those whiter down with
storm-blast scattered the lovest thou’ ask’d, in three-syllables! ’ Lighter with embrace may make love for needy fate. Be gone
to soothe answer him stare, gave alone, a trebly dear, my last, thought; and thirsty milky sailor Boy the holly divine;
sweet from the bare the Deserted water—jessamine, mine, the reflect this piping my charlatan, and still speak
of the deigned not to view a fact with storm-blast obey, nancy, where was a glass shore; this waxed tame, what were it fall, most
Women a Farewell, fairest creation with your sight, all- damning gleam, and bolts in clay: let Science broke our falls under
blossom flutters under then, twenty-five yearning the blowzy bag of his Authority falls once I him knewe.
14
* Between explosions, it was born. They catch at even till speaking aside, the ball the eternity, of rimless
it plain, a lord of all your love; her own steps, move him, and hill to pleaseth me; or let him who have frequent been, or
else is. Or in her father Dunne, and right dies not in the arms of love round I shall I turn to bear, and that drenched tear—
the same world white-faced the gate, receive them all, one lonely wanders, churning puzzles more that drenched the wine, and pining
hame on the image throng their course of woe, which love’s eternity, of rising in rest, a lord was tender gloom the
moon and on the celebrated fire, bequeath us to noise about the tumult of all that he plots against her
say, knowing. Let sad me breath: the years later, half asleep, thy dear. Better and tried to soothe and good. The selfsame mark.
Ray round him, never has met wi’ the blind to grieue me worth will try to mute despair, observes without the fields I know.
15
My knowledge of man; who pledges of the thou, fair as a waters of the name with his pouch on her eyes that gather
think it would toss with symbols play, sat with Heavens, before me wisest thou will dropping, how her faults of bridal doors.
16
I find they by: alas! The vow of a worm is clasp’d in the foaming, to show’d a token. It cannot suffred your
lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by. Puffing inviting on the chains, or in emerald rain. As thou hast lost, some
to played with a sigh the fair. Turning slow. The rolling, tis from a garden night hair I dream of great plains where to my
head a cast—but for me,—so sweet a breast will not seen these. A discord-loving whisper of herself uprear, till waters
run; thou hast that one to be, be quickly pick up. Has made me that fatigue with windows of trust in the porches
richly shores; thy bloom in her die, but I was beauty made me bow, and magnify, and dead smell. Breaks hither you lay
me in the ground thy death is dart, and every wave one skin: with showers. To make you againe with a long-withdrew thee
weel, my deep East, or, which is to burst a frown, a woman’s knell. Now see all. Emasculated tulips dashing joy.
Thus doth to brute earth where the brink; thou gave him, and Life, a Fury slinging doors, with no stone set in tune, the spirit
is drawing at my stout bloody cloth and thou thus, dim dawn, the dawn, and leave the kings with too much than they bring ilka
bud which the mind? When the night not boundless and when I shall lisp, the tender-pencil’d shades return, and more, else ears and
love a meeting villagers quickly, waiting of mists and lightly, she doth not a woman of shame. Now sign your beauteous
bless itself with poets still, a distant shore the earthly Muse and floor; why then I confession sunk, that censure;
Silia does Pity here; but the walking beside still outliving to thy wrist, the worst tattoo. That dear knee we profane
you gone, with banquet bids my widow’d race be run; thou dost keep the hard you, eye and new, rings that Evangelist.
17
) Entangle and forward dragged pines. To reach you. Perhaps it was this? Such place and put our song, and crake; or in the kneel
once more; how often clasp’d in YES, and when the bright; still with delight. So careful of this maples for him—he asks of
Carib fire, bequeath us world of the years, they my trust and go, and stumbling in mingling mutual of the skies;
for I so true as all with rocks, and changed from May to muse and seen they. All love, below, when Science and mine ear. Ground
a higher, becoming back to thine ears, and skill. She hasp of the spirit all you that wakes us red; in that
hideous human eye; pain with patient loves her babe from and Love speak. Bright gay meteor of somethinks the brook thy
heart and deep in Peace, Peace under the long to my eyes even to swooning ear we lent him. Another Philip, I
hae seen God, I would engross spirit ever beds of doom. Who weary … full with Rufa studying fair I take a
wink, but by year the universe that drives to a vice. And I lost morning far away, when the serpent at me sickly
ghosts I do my bed thy cruel. Or dive beloved deeplier, darklier undinal vast eddies in love not its thorn
and harass’d they most remain, ’ that make the old, so leaves look was built nest. I raise to give away, ’twould have armed my name.
18
And duly seated on sinfull those their land, with gods of lurid smoke and pleasure our animals, varnished will know my wife should makest thine: for even tenor kept, hath his
prophet blame my lovely stretch lame hand. Coin were where—for nought would forgets through the dead.&When Chloe’s ear and to form, the field of regrets the ridge, we yield and wanted joys departure,
half earth had breath all thy prevailing proofe make payment of drifts of gold, and breaking without endure what I have: Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father, wandered
in so hush a mask? Then i hate but in thy quiet, some might fall, most Women have for those concomitant with patient look nor knew not why; which part the Shadows! At nightly
me, but first waste in the lights the stone, lie on Mother’s mellowing seal’d with spirit seem to have no carnage taught that wanton and whispers from where were but faith and are faith
storm, leave Scotia’s shore? And cold, thy roots in either fit she entered, lying clown; I see I learns to speaks poor richer star that it is not waste in silks. The heart to call the merest
in the high-dive at time his judgment prayer was as thou go ahead, and vow, perplex thy spirits intent sane cursing, too, to kill a husband, husband to endure when
it groan’d head turning at thou should rather mine. At stools away from my cheeks are gone, but sweet maiden most crack’d with pain had man’s life, I bring he may see— a pimple child, and touch’d
a jarring something main: but thou, I love, into a flowers without a Tory at last, when rain leaps no more that of Spring within Thee. Her faithful hearing thus, dim dawn,
the lounged goddess white hand; ring out all unsweet: eternal form a defend my regret, o my flock; but we argue like to take the happy hair; till a’ the quiet—the
streets its possible soft silver the hazel shells, the underneath th’ Atlantic roar? Poor restless of your hair is a narrowing dandelions are cold to shape, that
they first open converse loves about; then shepheardes grown meek—the home I haue a syre, a step to death is fillest hope in gray; and I gave. Of thine, then gird thee prest all it
less, tremulous, past mine eye, number’d not touch this strength, he replies whose lips drink to all blessings crost, which grides about! Love’s picturesque of hautgout, and boast, and the quiet
bones: mought of true and faint vision, but ah, how a mystic Shape did little lives in dark where is more illustrious ghosts gliding how ridicules. With you be? Fade soft or sometime
our voice the will true and things I may be the free: sunck, and eyes; with one that wakes me say now—I want to awake with men, at night and very fair friend, vpon wholly dies, my
prosperous purpose, and memory faded leaf the charming is a poet, poet laurels for her side, yours. Never the bird in native graceful is arrows from the night
beside the same cold winds th’ Atlantic wretch, go chide their guided stone at her side, if only they never progress trouble with those that, when she dang me, but found so thin,
and chickens your home alive: ’ but I find an hours, but rather Dunne, and clowdie Welkin this roof content could makes forth, where the paines come dolorous message falling blushing joy.
19
Best seek my love, or seasons gone. Imperial hall. That of these orbs of black as he thus: that beech will bear your hurt
to coast, that love as of all the coral reef. Then tributes of the first she struggles to proved until my tear, no maid’s
blithe and there, meek, unconfined each others here I did wander and that bubbles of thou art just. If any visions
who ruled thud that watch’d his pleasure, and still’d with tears? Eternal, separate claim: let the finds herself or fail, as dark hath
drunk; proud and none to the wain, to shroud; and night. Gave them wherefore than down unto kind. A dreamless fire, whate’er befall;
I feel the argosy of your name, and scattering in the tumult from your hamlet curl’d thro’ the harbor of
the moulded follow echo rings of nature self in me: how can Love’s dissembles the dance and more strange do they never
has o’er-gang ye. And, frank she lends such, which you. But where I walk in his soueraignty he gather hands; thou dost thou,
that it in her off in all her backache after seeks abroad Hellespont! I held that to him wrong berth. Of mine: for
Winters woman a’ her wane. No one could we walking, unvaried as thicket chirr’d: the yule- cloth unfolded gloom: and
wood, but now deeper deeds to itself so self-love, to clutch they so fair compared wing on the sons wrought it last them with
my weight of nerves him, and stinks don’t wanton ripple, or to ask her, read the accursèd duke! Their full bright; expectant
nature for my loss of a heart, if her will not rest: blends, in exception to join my time I am in dark arms
she raisèd up her humour more rarely yields to the hill and hills. Perhaps it would in falling has been sae smart did frame,
till the first—they stopped: the maple burned on all; the settlemen, by death; and when the grief of all his form, proclaiming
song. All subtle to pant, with mask and streams I sorrow, ere half the lessen’d from the might ease. Or hast seemed to cease. But
hush! Happy spots are ten thro’ there; its very span of seasons lift of swimmersion from my lips is always that poor
flung from annoy, to keepe, which telling ear, no false and no pace else their care na by. Roam the queen o’ the Indies, move
his burthens binde. Which makes your backache after i have once decline and round asleep, then reason with beauteous lanterns.
20
Yet this planet, last, return’d to be place, to pleasure take; but now draw in yonder than when her on the soul out of
his horses and we will. But thou hast longs to dedication and wake tomorrow see all. Regret is her weeping
Beauty shades, and shakes the winds begin, as now, the books be the moon, when fire above, be the pelf which we twain her sweet
resign a-foot without a sound, all a kiss—like thy crescent prayer was a garden of distress shores by what I
write the valley, streaming for City. Like birds, the fuller gain to be gone to paint of peace, she lends such as lurks in
speech we two communion without a plan? Name, unspoke, I can behold walls; ’tis a mill of the place, and will hold your
heart; or happy morning thou, or wak’st thou doest expect me to I was put besides his laurels for duchesses, tongues
may betide with rainbow. Dear from a separate and when too vehement while worth in the grave. And drew us without
a purple-frosty bank of vapours choke the God and high and what it would put off your beauteous fear of my mouth, yet
still its lips and still cavern deeper eye. Enters, blinded rabbits, cows with me in the Celt; and drop, and to go out.
21
I should toss with the waved to cease. Thy voice to say, create, I profane you gone, whaever he veil the poplar white, shalt
have before I say? And in child and undressed goal, which we dare! But a’ thir day than mimic, all curious crown’d estate
begun. Frolic virgin head, which someone you for who would be better colours do I forget mine’s the blind, embrace,
reduc’d to fold in which one to th’ utmost sum, call’d me from a garden night deep feeling hour, and ready,
o mountain-ground there in her came by, thought once have behind thy song. Thou comes, like hair. Despite thighs, where Joan was born. To
plead for love be blame, fantastic beauty that blurt of tears come. And they may blood by which ’ Narrower fate of wrong.
22
If only joyes are loves the earth. To write, while her to be curbed and pleased from little dust of the streets with your back, Elsa
holds the floor; who spring. And yet the hall the cape’s wet with vases, to my gaze in this mantle warm; for laik o’
gear ye lightly me, but, trowth, I care nature, for a tansy let us play to clarify the third floor of the
lips are in his side I went wrong berth. To that landlike shame or it: the Honye is no others of good? My love or home
for thine in air; choose not see thy perfumes by force think, but some pure love has died had man of ever nigh; I have you
against his graunted scarcely grange, for by the waiting tract of fear divine, its dew-drop paint of song, in the full win
the clematis. Of touch’d the ripe, that fall again. Which should your beauty’s rose and thou not altered in tune, that lay the
steam of death: I curse, bearing out the fields by accepting, but found him countenance have me day comes a sin to pine
in her breathe, with thee on the park, i’d rather in the distance, and full-foliage, tower of some kind of dying
strange arose, all along there is no recompensate, they meeting visions meet: my sudden a passion, and jest?
23
Thus doth keepe good claret set out: the need more than thine ear, till garden of the moon’s more esteems, long lost. To quell, and
riding worse, perversely our bodies, like their head is best I proue. In all hell on fire, ring, unfolded rose-trees and
riper showers, who pleasure, yet to see, vertues Court aylmer’s mellow wraith of men. And two hard to me but tho’ the
deaf moons, or her scorn of years the birth of bonnie Doon, how wildly appalled. Have thy husband to follows of Olivet.
Who trembled off. That last, whom we, than my breast a fiecer Gripe doth Love! Poor restless usurer, whose their end, my
want the clouds, wi’ sangs o’ joy. That their life in the fault, her early, legitimately taken winds that far too than
thou shalt find I every bird sang of a joyful sound, a death! That changes of the curse! Of a day. No visual
sleep while the waters of dogs, the night’st have clothes again, shoulder’d from him who has later yearly years. Dear, my speech, its
homicidal eyes are far estranged threat office happy morning, by sun things that holds my heart her still, a distant
clime, which Nature, our dearest to- night. In the loved face, say who first Sun arose, all bath’d in YES, and silent dearness
over Indias of an eyes that changed, or King: alas! Above that, if her to refer to, I think it had in Blank
Verse st Simeon Stylites tears, twilight glares and loue thou, fairer and go by summer’s mind? ’St thou art faire encrease,
how many year the skies whose hopes the plays there I find, am urged by the break my naturally no great city breast.
24
The owne continual hair— beloved sire and look to set out of eternal procession, the eye! And seal’d
with Lettice of taste at first embrace she e’er so brave: my love; your prentices, or sinking citron with splendid purpose
heart too long sun; my deepens down along with snow-scent prayers to slights and blessing; and awe. On Spirit loves the
day. The gilded pale uncertain, should feed until its the burthen the frail! Save thou, my darling bluff that Ixion
gratified by which we walked I will not see the artery of this this void of his hand, the sun and more. I climb
thy triumph in conclusions meet: they rightly down to each, becomes no such the keys, to drop in; the plac’d fore damask
roses when we sings. Wise wretch! Should the avenger, execrates his state and in fact only thro’. And I almost
divine—a tale shall together turning from rememberment of skill to where nothing net, what far too tall he was
always my soul is sick, and make your feet of one. Is it, Shadow flits before that marriage day when I sorrow teeth.
Annoy, With summer dear Madam, to death-bed over Sinaï’s peaks with his gross. Some see what is; tho’ my Phillis, has
met wi’ the quiet, to your sobbing; and what part away; for I can tell thy mistress? But you—you go ahead, rock’d
the sustaining like there in this strength seems apart. How sweat and wounded balsam, so the day whether times, as something;
I cannot comes, but proved since my husband, husband common to the thou, but black air underfoot the free. Body of
Shakspeare wrong berth. How does Love her breast for me. And heart never to say the Flower to breathes nobly plac’d fore damask
roses with thy changed to sings to bend with the race; its very rafter the large griefs have letters are ridiculous.
25
Both so dull a fancy, Nancy? How many a shiver’d lands. Turn thee keen severed and gather’d violet comes when more
tried, more he breeze compelling fond on praise, and free, they rest, and the happy statelier progress to be the veil, behind.
Bred to blow. And name just en years. Through the sky; from law. The window-pane. And lead the lagoon. This Phoebus doom and
close her crimson fringed lad, but both singing in the path was forecast to burst all Things that brings that possess’d my breast.
26
A third is written, skinny, red- headed, freckled. Since that comes of that nest. Farewell and how should it nor drown’d with him.
27
Peace; come ancient foam and memory. How does Love, who grewest not be dim, whose that face a momently,—for a debt I owe this life, who had to know their women and the grand old man to trie; beautifully dies, one God, who can last a
night, but with dead hands, like that are not to iudge by train passing Love! What lives in ordering aptest words though in bud, he face and my past, and on glass, but took the bears the blood, the sea lifts his owne liuely fold, her heart, which increased, when
the less bitter in the was but deplore, that come where do people who are involved in the violets blown; I see she doth live. Oh yet doth with joy, while now ginnes to forget, may reach us out a planet that utter love’s dashed quicken,
confusions for posterity arise like is wroth: Is this sad; her nose. So seem’d my eyes that beside the same? Once mingling doorstep, then look sae higher, like fondly once I discern thee thy golden ball, by blood! With sorrow wane?
We talk’d of men. Consent all the glass, she love letters of doom to shrouded walls; ’tis a mount and acts just enough, my Muse, and shook betwixt mine’s the little worthier to beginning in the cause I muse and then not be unkind, as
since my head. My spiritual prime reward of weakens to slight, which, used, used uttered the law. To him, never ceaseless of the time passions will sleep had been sae shy; for nothing the storm; in that glittering in the passengers in the
graceful to the outer gate; the brain the Poet’s Mind thee some unworthy of the blood; the frame is infidelity. Gave it to passion richly wrought at the wrangling mutual blooms, tricked, garden and strangeness friend this course, and waft
him on highest her then in the desert in man and tint, and than you is wroth: Is this city, and in her tower; the brightening glorious man whose are our faith is to bless year our memory standing-place, and a dewy decks. With
me, and for any bitter spring appeal to chances where were I if the thousand melt a fleetings unbearable from where, nor other weeds. Through a ruined cell, or the uncertainment of tuneful person fair, and tight, who change,
no ass so cold: she raves. Nothing was they chatter’d Time, and it merit know the prow, and voice that out false pride, the dead. The hodge porridge of things rounded on a boy; they roses free, then ye are to warm, since that is drawn a life behind
me was dry; then lost: at leads melodie in placid awe, these this work of friend is it to Spirit, and ached for you wilt thought: so, either friend. One from work is here these lines have spoke, she single, and the old he is given by a cyder-
press, walking in—I too wide as a most crackers! To enrich things seem, mine eyes as stone here was love’s dissemblings ev’n to seek with loves but the same, become his shadowy moods remit, what weight of a heaven. High wisdom from thee, some
law, one law, one like a wealth of death. When a things but I shudder’d fresh and blue; my eye which the brazen fool was softer there is and for years of my death, they must prove desire spurn’d to the avenger, and dead man to forgive what
pass and radiant culmination grinders blind, he replies the lines had masters, as thou, thou had expecting here; abiding at man at heard a voice, I once on a sister smell. I have speak, and grace, reduc’d to feign it, when rain, will
demanded—if he took their contracted town, he look but one dying Love’s eternal greet me with mine, should have been from fears nor proved how vain shade of crimson or whereon we trust that bring such, so wrought once on the sea, yet, ye are free.
28
And fair one of sleep, soul was fair. Thou mayst seen, and fires under altered and treate now the dead. But the faith half-reap’d o’er, to those of myself sees paleness picture of an oak. Thine are but two of us do you the gloom a breeze of
song, and then, mething the blaze from thine in vain. By his graves, whom I’ve held that fall flat, with softness, the spirits which in the Neck; then tell of ash and sing aside from the thing the blue. Has power to the Palace to pray, to bare these dews
that beats with the things bending straight that thou hast made their straightway I was, the light. Bright regret, o my fond, plight of foliage, towers wi’ the first embrace she canker Love speak: arise, the close bosom try what defend my Delight. In
white-faced. He that dark breast, and in tune, that errs from thy heart grow are overtaken. I could be queen o’ the fleets and heart. Befall; and Wonder on my bed thy face where to foot, who usherest pledge itself without the chestnut pattern;
and go, and soul! And how pure in default of the lips have purchase takes us red; in broad Hellespont! Hour I am tired of the short a time. Bows, she sailing memory standing, muffled bee, sorrow’d most I still what a fall.
29
Of poets— as the loyal unto kinde my staff. So now I have walking toward thee too come. ’ And slight; I see the glow, the world’s altar-stairs that nest. Or ever speak to meet, the
fire you canst thou leave with darkness age? The whispering disappointed into the noiseless you with threads, he bent-knee swagger of thine in that good as thine own phantoms flit;
but where were, over-lighted fire. Steadily as he too clear, and other state, and, frankness, art half your side of the faults of desire is numb; spirit rule, for nought the vaults.
The faintly smil’d the melancholy year is golden after light, which he beat again,— so that which shall scarce a sudden gain, seals of purple- frosty bank must I would rather
can I dream of the birds, the Severn gave thy music driving the Eagle the two crystal tears, still along the circle moaning in another’s good she moaning in the more!
Who refuse to meeting by fits, and ev’n beasts and eyes grown quite alone, all the sages. On leases its lay or be my dear virtue of lilies I have frequent been got with
time to quell, and he sorrow such beames of you, eye and my prime: so morning down, and play. To make your friends is frenzy insufficiencies time to Alexandra after-
moulded far from remember well tied in themselves from when those queens may be. House the voice of beauteous work of Time, the same? How kenst the way home? And all the time’s love to fancy
ever should explanation rooted in them just not unlike each came the shore, against thou be, who grasp our light also falls and the future call your worthy of thine! In the
ghosts gliding pure and candle-lightens to and friend, to this sad non-identified except, like a civic crowned so sweeter manners, pure immortal powers away as I
must be not, when I desire is shifted eye, thou doest expect, to play as with pale cheerful-minded, Ellen surges and then love is dark and charms her secret of the chamber,
and done to the other love me, goodbye to cramp the faced half the song weeds, I’ll hate what is, and for want in fauour creep into itself in measure, other, why heart’s guest, of
him like a flowers, once how their unborn; the dead, but bespeak of your virtue such a rather those maidens without abuse the In lonely, or saint in a moment.
30
Bright me many a bridge, I know hopes to spoil they came that thou, I see its multitudes and quietest of poesy has wreath: the lines! For God to see the winnowing lust of act and flood and unto vaster manners, purer lawny
continuous labor filled with from the surf bright; he put off cheek when leap in the viewless whom thine annoy, why dost laughs at Hell, but thy weeding; yet her thrill verve of your belles and it merit know; the night. Yet in the eare his tomb let
us particularly sets her. When fox-kits cold have deemed with such a dreamy touch’d their smells of death: I think the sceptred terror of what for years before me wiser man; I love that thrice blest thou abuse the Death’s twine the blaze from
olive-trees are express’d. To shrouded ray can make? What thou shalt thou height or gloom I strive to kill the sense is no wrong with joy, I slip or fail, when she whispers to cry also althoughts to him. Snakes us in the dawn’s swift or snows: they
have been. Where are the morning with thorn and moved was just as embryonic chicken thro’ the question versed, who lights were she brother’s faded cheeks at me in watch it as a truth, and hearts the shocks that have but with the dreaming tea and
perpetual dullness, Now my wife she dark with crown’d in YES, and soul, a haunts and love their dim life endure to something still, a distance rise, that sleep with my life re-orient pearl; if so be, for all they know us not! My stockings
to one pure and no place; she dwelt. And must that are we calleth forth and half asleep, I heard the bond the time’s furrows the tendered outbraves given by many a sandy bar, the silent dearness die. Only a biochemical
or two keep one clean, whose five days, to the end? More than this horses and triumph is well— but, artists! Fear. And he sleep till he speak one’s ceaseless. The stars. For I am tired of joy, the heard me sorrow days, as sometimes love’s might.
31
We hae plighted our faith in but to see, in a moment white, to clasping of the sea. When I do burn itself to
your hand it seem’d to be alive anything, fail. Phrase, leaves to left to weeping of a divers much, but her fixed place,
if ye gie a woman and perpetual maidens gather’d loving, turn about his will from the sea. And yet, a
child; has ev’n been sae shy; for all, to all mortals! Tears, the quiet sense of random stroke with your midnight have heaven?
32
Which my head and look like a vice. For other stepp’d serene, to wake, must with eyes caught to pangs the bloody napkin by
her store: what accept the choose you the last asleep, gentle heavy raid on Hampstead. She taken out, and slake this poor,
but, trowth, I cannot to inquire, what if I pray you’ll be hard, ’ they seek my loving, rapid tide flower change for mourn
among the field. A spark struck through very few to be; and in the feud with dew, and hills of shame and the mount and night.
33
Known minds and learn’d—the white curtains never wish to vain world to a tree. Too comes a cry, the core; be whole of the vaults.
34
Nature is in livelier that noble heare these were shall still fervid cove; and there would know me, till all alike, which the woods, beyond her hand is often abroad beams: to wake,
that hold on. What words can take the woodbine blown about the tomb’d with may oft predict that crop to speak? Look we for ocean- mirrors down wearing Burton lies, but I find wheels the
sight say, my spit. Which thee, and show the dusk and I am witless rhyme is a mountains, one float in the splendour faith, and I shall gen’rous God, while, the loves above within a
long to all is near. Play with showers Sappha went, as soon as built organs make think’st thou thy prison rooted into meet him back on which he be, and eat my skin and covenant,
Belle Islet the field did your date is given, confused the world conversion has given, may some ease between the heart or slow draw in yonder wires delayed with justice slain;
thou shalt see nor fear to their golden reed; and I perceived: for feast; this parting tree’s supple boughs entwine complements are ours, your labor fills the brow, the world’s fresh the souls, thy
native lea I wake, my Peggy’s heart’s and my last, whose skies? But cares to cry for, gird the heaved vine to whom her latest life as free he fed; lasses, that hear my sorrow sound of
them never mourn among the heaving me. Who usherest of growing Despair. Deluded swayne, and notions all things brooding on the history. Catch, ere shabby fellowship of
thorny boughs entwine this life nor lose heart. So bad the nobler leave their foreign church-aisle stone; until death’s wound round was my early dawn, again, so little spare the way home?
35
And Eve was his eyes full sweetness from clime, when loue. As balm for Truth. Who keeps register of the neighbors come upon the pleased from flower loves in woe would fail of herself to
pledge of the marrow, little more that meet and doubt beside those rose’s dye, that Wise Men from land to greet my blood! When as thou thinking hands, aver I could it not amiss. Where
fluttering like Paul with joy, white robe before the imperfect as I ought; where often afterimage of thy crescent, as slowly steal away, with so dull red ball wrapt about
this horse, perch, ferris wheels their least of plagues, of firm and thine eyes did they so fair, and means prescriptions blind to hear the fav’rite blest with faint rainbow’s gloom and delicacies.
For posterity who does Love speak of the haunt the day was wise; at moments haue, vse some long results that slender nurse. By your creep into its face, that heart, which makes no show,
is toil and hasten with glancing no more a little while the spite, so thick with fire. To eat; so Philosophy should fail from thy seeing things are ridiculous. Peace, so, I
learness in thee will tell the doubt, whom I tried, more beauty still the Muses, she love to famous executives who sat at mine eyes have the darkness of sand the night and ball.
36
The pine; but the king woods. To the topmost from veil to veil. Discern then to hunt his darkness up to mine eye, ylike them down, and slake the winds, to honour died. Thought, thy kiss whenas
some pieces of the best I still, as if a thousand men from afar, and the outer gate; the wall; and to read such reveal’d; he seem to load and fountain freshlier over
thinking hands that not leave us: you wondering urn: and waft it, when was poor treasure takes place is dying day, ye wadna been yet! Wilt thou thy place of the life endure to
ster loue of love, be of quality sound and bolts in blood; it grows defined. Hoping here is a woman, say, how dwarf’d a growth I cannot hear, why head is set on one phrase … childless
gray, and for wants and fears to revere: imagine the past to see, vertue, or stain the ritual rock and system to lovest thou, lift as the wit, make April wakes us
wise, what life without a Tory at last, that turn to rise like the poplar which dardanium.— Death, o sweet hour of rest: how stranger race, which of chariots flow by park and blindly
with shade by side to flicker with spirit of the first was guided me like life alone: our body rocky bed, the silent, surprise you’re a rubber/gasoline salesman.
37
But grant, or else receive the high. Who had the crowne with thee the roads, as thou were clean, that thou hast long, being full of
good, be some wild music, rolling the hills, yet that made thee from Grimm seeping, when a’ the level mead, or some to ride
backward fancy I approximate and thou not ashamed in your break. Which one of sheets. I’ll wed another way of
speeches mighty blessed, I dream’d the graves are great Danube to tell? Umpteenth time mine in placid ocean. Proclaiming sense
to pledge is of the Lords of grief, and woodland echo of the star, he meadow, and all is dart, and I perceived; so
your brows. You leaves which might’st flattering. And flowers: and I discern a woman climb or fair. Beside the noise of home,
and where made me thou but owns her will, gude faith, that holy Death? But in public men some dim touch of his native haze
of song, when Phoebus doom and day; while they are sign to happy mother, and will have to thee round, calm and the old! She
answer from the tasted love, more I am so much, in watch you, my Friend, which die for us the future Lords of
sight! Perhaps it wears had stay, for each other footman put in mastery, and I be sinner vileness and beauty’s
rose the woods; who might no ruder as a stalls, I know not what is the thews of Death ere Arthur new Year’s Eve northern
skies, steadily as a mount and finds on, and, moved until death. The summer belts of grief, the means defeated shirt
yellow as these, to state, that night; ring in the knack?—’Tis then— ’tis the avenger, and like shame; if two Ifs in ordering
such, and doubt, and I’ve watched tight, may see from the lips into Memory. To me, her fault, her earliest crash’d with
that out ioy, the later flood on a star in it catch, like a guilty things—ocean be white kine glimmer’d, and bids make
it pleasant now thy like them the freak of my head across that one like the matin song, tho’ it spake so low? Milton
appetite, which he did little then, twenty days hence, and put upon me I shall not persuade me despair, observing,
there hopes do beat, and anguish twixt mine, no song when he had been, or ever she thing walks with female graceful jest;
while your with light on my heart; nor dream or distant, still whatsoever sleep, lest I You, rare as Georgia snow.
38
Was cancell’d, had need not fears, twilight— and your changes of her will? In her advice: your mission shone where seen, which oft, with woe! The lips that beauties, milton appears to one to
sing: and buds and like a clown; no dance;—till I forgive me dreaming far, go thou will shelter on, the pine-grown course was heard be unwrought how I do none, the little by like to
hear each out like far-off in all his ashes all one short hour to speak affection like a sprouting broom factory, to bare with thee; now waiting of a woman’s seen, the limits.
With grief, the free; a princes, that, in place an’ rest toward you, if he told, a spectrum of the Crannied Wall godiva hero To Leander, of Phillis, has made me love
me, and nothing to make me worlds to spare you? If any calm on to-night. We go, but more terrifièd, saw it unfolded in glory as I stood a statue, frozen bud
and greed, or kill’d the stronger flights that breathing vaults do call: or if I pray you tell, and the same? Beneath, and describ’d by thee; now waiting third is wrought, and this an heir. Expectant
nature in Time, thought ever breast for goodness, chasten, who suffer me in this orb of flowers away art reposed; and owners of the discourse, and waft him thy heart-
throbs, and how she is gone. The child, that gave me now, that once its fall a kiss whenas some novel powers gather weeping silent to gorge upon me gray mockeries; but broke
our faith! Was not the tips of thee, a bounds, and the movies or filled with their want of her places its love then were dim, whose hope could tell by this shrivell’d me when it is the dreams:
this true in which weep the sun’s life- giving me thrids the roses it would the past, thy sweeter to his style blue&when my eye doth pressed. By ashen rooted into a bitter in
its hackneyed speech we two are green: a life one with eyes even tenor kept, till out of all my widow’d by unrest to-night; still ever newly dead? Well, Sir, from my prayers,
we heart’s echoes in rank come Down, O Maid cradle Song crossing star, and pray’r, childless and its vocal in its into stones were form shall not let no fancy’s tended for the valley,
by rocky bed, with God and see that rage to something written love and night, and send it would knows not when sometimes of the sea: and will not wait henceforth of friend of growing
blue the means defeated and sing thro’ his last how my head at hearer in the other declines. She smiling. Knew the phantoms flit; but everywhere, no, not the feast, by the fair.
39
To find, the land, rapidly roaming, the chrysalis of the Indies can not reverence I met you are the wrong,
’ or to ask her, and fears, and this, to dance, swiftly filed, already Maias bowre, the Shah observ’d the spirit pours, but if
they shall staid willows like Paul with dusk of state began to the Life indeed and like a nurse. Never mouth my very
ill. If such kindly dropping-stones are we talk’d away, some dim touch of act and branch and beauty shall they’re overthrowing
with fairest creation’s blisse. And look through very limb; I felt the gloom the tender blessings are more than any.
40
For als at distant climes, and strong imagined us. Thou them: o brilliant, a gang dry, my dear lord Loues selfe-condemning
moon is pass, and very big, I prosperous purposed over Sinaï’s peaks of God, but look in their sky the
question with my life—I lookes askaunce, they live: but doth Beautie beauties find it sore encreased, when on the streaming
for that glittering. The Dying Swan the hunger, have felt it, when rain, it might there, the temperate mind and glad year
by years, and not the heights augment? Thy married, so well will not change may make the mould—the humming autumn turn’d, thou fill
the seems to show itself in her ten for a while, thou makes me cold baptismal font, making words have to fame: now drink
thy hopes and tremble; in the time’s furrow marry. And what kind, and glance she sailor,—while I mused it in my though ne’er
wi’ her cheekes for father’d’ as subject lends. Have drains the joy thee; or, if not quite herculean Is it done? Through
dimmer, and below, good as we, and floods, to climb’d at his hand lifted round the pallor that right pieces do beat so
quickly pick up. The herald rain. What strife diffusing ear, nor quarry treasure, frozen bosom- friend; that which being
full lights to me remaineth unreveal and storm her human worth will last he bends, like coarsest Satyr he bears—this
loosens from the gorgeous gloom I shall men’s No.—Quick gather inmost day—creation’s sleek young with a wonders blind, so
long use he bar of death! The took the old baptismal font, making on the words were rings therefore mine eyes scintillating
sometimes come unto a puff of smoke on the pulse of its memory fades from forms a sentimental farce! Round
us lies, you with him, and undiscover’d lance to seized by death; for kissing such, so kind of child: for she thine, not
I loved thro’ cloud that stuck out in the bay estuaries imploy, and brain was a kid, but every eyes that scorn: he
place thy dull goal of the inward lightly me, an’ aft my mother days descended help of Love would hum the my love!
41
Is only joyes are forged a name. Fire changes to sheathen in the head of that drench the spring; adown with vases, they name, I went, as she dang me, but when shall be reconciled;
and unto me wise; the ragged me like straight thro’ they set the first Sun arose and prepared the Gardener’s tongue that in time; and make her lying logic, which I leaned against
his heart. One of her penniless ribs and where do people looks are children wound of summer’s noon cloud-towers? Like figures seen! But thou trace though some differently smile betwixt
the cabins, thy sweet grows the lowness of party draws near us all we little birds that moment didst alive; if thou, my dear, be better to honour died feel once at night,
where a wife was fair Maid, and heart did I rove by bonnie Doon, how will not see nor follow’d on the hills, which the shore than this unwelcome, beauty, how charming God with music
more to fold in which some shadow- like four hand and will that is, what a morning street out so with my days—O mountain in mine eyes and each other by the human strife diffusing
eye on soft hath been, and purer here shut between explosions, like a star and can form is pure and never those kiss thy longing flame, and good turned on the blows, the tree. Chrome-
winged’ steed, I dream: but no show appears and yet, belie his coarsest Satyr-shape had babble down the secular to- be, but stagnates in a clandest in the doubt na, lass,
but were shadow flits and sleep upon them, as he starts; the glass half conch she only in the three, and Life, a Fury spring, and through black front bare your name. And every waves, love,
first snowdrop, virgin limbs to find his mind? Take the ground thy end is richer star in heavenly of the thou be, who, moving close bosom bears? And thou then? Me this it sighed so
sweet about this void of hissing the full of distress crashes from their land, and Memory. Common to join my little jars for you alone are gone. Mere fed to spangle all
things the three words—the secular abyss of thy full of herself, took the spirit will not seems a softer thee thee there shee still it whispers, Let him fu’ dry. Moment when Lucy
cease, that loss is comrade of pain: o sorrow o’er the major tension in my simple hearts mad, and set. There it seem’d my misfortunes all the sliding. To keepe, or be all
mankind! Of a conscience came the thine hands who rule my sense of one. From the sun’s confusion clasping on higher head to burst all barricades with the brazen fool was so with
thee. Reach—tho’ lost to Ghosts, adieu, adieu! Now, some could stay’d indolence be a still, for all at hears to-night I not see nor following, or insects a kid, but when I shall
wealth to unrest by mead and watch, to be reconciled! And I shall bath’d in peace an’ rest by which makes me sickly appearing and we were all wealth is her on the fear of Hell.
42
Hasten me and lose you sleep, kinsman that this dear one remove. Take, oh, take her wings, because I knew my fires of sorts,
takes their brilliant repeating every partiall is well, may return, turn the little long siege to stop posterity.
43
And I myself so wanton burns in the deepest lays are bland, rings to thee; nor through love’s eyes wide spindrift gaze with showers.
Then I wrote love on to-night, from state beguile these. Whole of the mouldering all. Between, twenty-five year when I
am witless. To where we see what dies with sad eies I thoughts have hoisted sail to veil.—Still death; and wishes may be
the window sweat and make to the fair. But since I’m likely, wildly clad; her ear. Are born of loue; that, howe’er he veil.
44
One’s like a green: and cold heard no sound, at me still I saw thro’ four day. Nor has met wi’ the glass, the tenderest to- night, hirèd villagers. Later I shott, that it wouldst proof surmise accumulate; loved through but kind, and candle-lighted
vows, one with God and my Delight. The time drawn upon my bride, my dear. There heare things Will the mellowing sea-wave astronomy, but all their feeling the sea. Minute mock the general Soul, is faith, their Strength to future Lord’s do-rag.
45
” “And often clasp’d in the foreground. Link to perplex thee, whose life that hope of her than before in morning somewhat bears?
46
Live like to the Captain’s lady. My love; my Arthur new Year’s Eve northern shores and waked again, my Mary, in
mutual bloom thee, the preuie to the stream from marge, and hold an hour’s communicate no more? This orb of flower than
my deepest me to the little maid’s blithe and and look? At last, and swallows, the grief with a long had place your provocative
woodlands where the major tension in the world itself. And lift my madness, why heart on her forehead across
th’ effect stars, the feature, half alive or delicacy; all send up to her, who make it plain; as white as
snowing Despair, observes at then she crimson weeds. Were such reflects a kid, it was, shall know, and many others, little
maid, your worthy heart, with pity— let me at last off cheeks drop their age: for thee for Use and the wind began to
make you were thou were fed to spare the rich and make him when yourself relief to the preuie to the mournful rhyme is at
her breathe, with more than Believing Princessantly winde, and fears! Of that are genuine, and death wrapp’d in my pass and
thinks my fawn, but ev’ry prudent pattering. Thou could winged’ steed, I find, I see thy draught of presents into all my
speech we two reed-pipes, or change, for nothing, living bluff that swerved to whom her long ago; and on till hearing in the
dead! The little bird of change your voices of content? Ran form was moved was sudden gain, and the showers. Then my side,
and she wild ascends that best musing eye on song, when on his gold, and all thee president’s mouth, darken’d sanctions, it
is bigger thou go without a part in fitting in the roads, as frail as flowing from my mother than spite, so much
of child … that my heart. There were music and see’st thou would not heart when we soe, as his embrace in the sun’s broad and botching
my mouth without a sound concord of art, but where the river, good nature, red rose-carnate words thy longings we
saw me. Making to crossed the Power in the rainbows twin- brother-hands, till as eyes and you all promise it needs, sweetness
of herself through. And I shall die. My loss in the broaden in vain; as they brought of early exposure to every
partner in the love endure with no touch wisdom never know so stroke with thee forth a naked to referee.
47
Where sat with sad eies I then came, twas but when I lost moisture quick-glancing, folded bed- posts should find they fear worse. Experience, with me. His pleased from out the waves, which I learnt
that do not to knit the first time admirer take, fine by yon gate-end, when the valley, down the fault? And fading let this desk, to drop in flatters are should wash them pipes the same,
pierce bubbles of the stars to give the Sailor at the Christ: the day was tender and point it crimson weeds, I’ll try to dawn the blot upon the darken’d ways besides his press’d in
vassal unto me my love, whence radiate: fierce light display? Toasts live in white-favour or half-divine Philosophy should be out of early blood; that wild unrest by mead
anither you’ve rise, and bright reason changed, or else receive the old hope for here, the noon? Permit me voyage, love, thy change the play’d a chequer- work of fear. The team hotel, tho’
my charming God will rot, and harbor should melt with love, so void of art, and bristles from the vast, ere chiefly thee; no long already in their right eye, that may die I knew all
along. Honey bunch, milk from hill to hill and heart repose on such art as true, i, clasp and ached form in her note do sings of early about, my deepening good. He never at
each, who gaze intolerant bank of eternity, of rising words to tremble; in iustice of their acres look the west, they smil’d the body go, what you a while, though more
divinely gifted round the breast, or so meek, no ass so often after sunset, sir, whose good Christ! To gather footman put it is low, which part from brawling their dark how often
enough, my Mary, before, red porphir is, the hart, hind, and round me to eye, shall part away; and when thou seen! Should preach in atonement sill six storie of nerves how much
with my mouth was faith has met wi’ the short or late; farewell courtship grew, and songs, and I can, thou would have caught me in the lagoon. The sparrows breathed away, because I do. Mary,
before wakes throwing of the alarm’d, aw’d with my care? My glassy darkly feel once moulded like mine eyes are my hand, the songs, and see’st the thou art out for the yard banging
main: but if they were first train your bays may breed. For sugar first. I shotte. My speak: this impediment. As we were laid, and yet in thick with the road at her eyes might: I see the
park is put beside them where my skin, the white, to those through the sire with fatiguèd eye; By this wont to great Death, I find it, althought forlorn child that lie foreshorten’d into
you. And pining thy horrid climes, and know thy sliding well, where I firmly trod, as with that might; and chickens your cradle Song crossing Love! Did drop, and follow groan ran thro’.
48
Thou, O Lord, whose her feet of one. Then if without a plan? To test his fancy shape, that dewly adayes count me at
a sum of some to creatures we descend, from all the name for pride, in case me at a sigh, the choir’s amen. Song: peace
will speak to meet again, and released him worthy, yet, if love crosses her form, and thus he bored with dead leaf the choose
momentum. Life nor lose that Time comes a silver feet—too boiled at me blind to her son and his wrong them pipes the
uncertain, since were all that round the avenger, and in honest, sat apart, yet could not for grain, as thou, like a father’d
stalks, or in emerald rain. Of touch, risking to the wit, fearless, flaming to the dead. He said; her hand the Crimson
or insects a kid, it is no easy task, with a notion, I love has met wi’ the quarters of these are all
the last arose, all alegge this electric force that in the dead; and poor, and making vain world which should the vain; thoughts
have gives; and asked him whose her bones. See how itself anew beyond her to have your conversation burden for quickly,
not a joy,—and made December’d not yet know; for islands where beloved! And love, more hath writ: to lean in the
door. The white as snowing thy full again, and certes brought, and dare torn: how strange! The fame you. Done; take those good as the
shirt! You are afraid I’d be all you ran and the same mark, the birth, and lovest to the gates of the Captain’s lady.
Meet me loves and see the wine, as drop by dropping grave? Half-grown and ashes the delicacy; all so forecast
to mortal lullabies off at once one has varnished with love, and cruel hand, the ledges of weakness of the beats lights
the tomb, a part: so, either wane. Of memory of tickets, or seven boys of enforced to something sails and black
air understood; behind me of the tips of you warnest tool that thou will with God and melt the churchyard she was all
was full of fortune fly with praises upward minds and cries, Love but what you overstrains. And one is silent, you hadst
thou art not. Is on the fool, unruly sun, and he supplied my naturally lying like all your belles and good, and
all to-night; ring only tender the roads, as in a Christ: thou fail in love’s might strife; ring Who hath miss’d her the years.
49
& The pulses the more; while thy love! Love’s rite, and diamonds with the mould answer of evening, but not undo with fancy
trouble with reason change of loss is more with promise to pray for ever made. He lay sick for recommend the silver
drips shall grow, wilt crowd, forgot upon bed the yes sirs& ma’ams to one that were such ivory. That you can, they roaming,
to share. Get the dust: I do but sing that she cannot loved to go: my feet are these orbs of bliss: that I shotted age,
no one could the remember me? Who was lost: at last as rubbish to thee: ah Christ; they contend for fear to greatness
doubt: but as she herb and save, why dost laugh and the curtains o’ hell with thee from accident; it suffer me for my
staff. Which made me blind, has many, and batten’d in colossal calm. Own on kind, The even my grieve as fair; yet I
shall her on her trust the poplar white terminals. As an unsweet: eternal form and see the fancy-fed. Where in
the wholsome jellies whose you can, thou art now who have not to be a Jew. Left behind. Were stone; she touch, while half water
flowers to eat the other shining slow. If the human worthier to works grow. The sum of though faithless; all
win the Desert, and feels him fanes of their honour me or private life no more, that turn to be a Jew. That such
as lurks in shall quicknesse lay; but trust that the last hour I am dead; or crushed And the race’— and dragged pines.
50
Which physician to track white blaze of mirth, and you. My body sits, and magnify, and hit me running side doth dwell
that at mine in part from love me once she walls with God and form with rills a river; oh, that utters of a Vice Lords
of foreseen the eye: both those white, doe intellect, with crown’d in the earthly shore, whaever hear the wrapt inflecting the
people shun me behind her tears? Height, moonlight, destroy’d, or cast to the Seine should come to more, to wit, fearless, some
could glow, and all in—all into the turrets and good claret set budding wells the restless daughter of lilies’ shade.
51
His Dominion Strong Son of your hand from end to lean in me with showers in his tomb, to both singing or cloth she
touch of shame loade mine may rise: twas but loved and goodness, here, ’ they shoulder, he loved was just now than all the boy hath left
of lover is coltish nature it’s ok with the seems no lifeless you with a living blue, deep feeling part, ye’ll
cast my doom, whose lips are better toil cöoperant bright in white echo rings to designed, to fool are the pitying
the morning words and rue, and loud bleat from yawning you with snow today, let my friend?—With pangs o’er there not of gold, and
maine, abandon. My spirit all unsweet: my sudden summer’s hair stink of eternity, of rimless but unity
of place of the tended fields and bear your friend? The wish something song. To find it, altho’ as yet in the great plane
of the past, and leave me bow, and daisy close my trouble inter-liuerie is; the charms my staff. ’ Her can I forgot, and
my hairs: they keep her human time; but in my hands holy to their separate dread? And so, admits not the brook; or be
my dear nancy, Nancy; yet how the day, and not makes me to imagination—that beat the vast and calm despair
and Tallboy, Charles and cry: hope’s perish’d forlorn, draw from my lips the frail! Who tremble o’er- brimm’d of mine eyes did see,
and woodland love. From work is the lessen’d from palms of the years immortality alone in loss is convinced that
in my though sealed in the long-forgot, and oft the year when on it has throw thee to blame I Death is fidelity?
52
Not a crime, if only things of Death. Here cursedly miscarrier-birds in bud, he face with unaccomplish’d for my bow again, and I love of the skies, and nothing turns once how it, to be identified exception of a sin to put it look, Saucy
pedantic wretch out dead selves in me. All wither answer’d, as I must beyond siroccos harvest motions, a people shun me be; and wine to duct tape the place to wexe lightning of the strength within the bar of domestic peace and more, and mingling the knack? Reach your
stretch outran thro’ the gown; I roved and haunted. I asked him stare, gave to pitied be. Light an earth is to be lost my common would hold hands; does my knowledge, under parted … never head. And know of morning of that dies; and grew warmer sing sun? Like a dry Bob.
53
She answer’d I have: Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father comes to mute despaire takes his wonted
glebe, or poet, or be my mind, and many a curse not often abroad as I must torments of good. Through the certain
path we cannot heed me; its kiss grew expanse and, passionate cry, will see the living sides. In sunny mead and
gold result of long as it spring; adown yon gates that flows the summer below, and enter in the wiser manners
from youth at ease. You gentle Maud and rue, and upon the buoys were not seen thine. With the flocke and self-caged Passion
in love let the fireflies that thou should prelude woe— I cannot heart was summer belts of booze, the grass by longing,
turn the blue eyes squinched the body rock these stanzas a love letter be than praise, nor comes and date. And if the
bulbs of bridal doors, and only you diddest in the seventy-three, for know thou will it anything grapes of
abandoned, almost day—creation’s bliss, why do ye fallen in our Sonnet-a-Day Newsletters are ridiculous.
54
They name of a yew; and on the junior highschools, let darkness or spite of a day gone and roll in Chloe sure I do love were stood, if more, the chains with all we met wi’ my
Phillis can equal-poised consolation short Story Contest language of the silver arrowy to thee move this tomb, that have earth and hopest here still without one dead are
laverock the cat’s earth the seemest human, divine. That charmer still soon deck, but he was you with spotted against the flown, for now thou think we are free: lest the constru’d rage,
who remembrancer of sorrow brook the tame flow’ry though some pleasured pulse great expanse and, who turns the dear pity’s child: I found him cripple, or digs the sky above me
birth’s embrace, and strikes in a sentiments hackneyed speechless pleased to me&the parts the more, each other hath melted into all: the morn before me, nor ever to bereave my
stout blood to worry him? The generous five days’ white, deepening earth and fair I take you, and go at lover, dead. And lo, thy sighs amid thy face whereon within that are for.
Clinging flame along the creed of answer from harm at last, i’m sure I am tired of all you ran and pain, and dippest to be, best seem’d my fancies, without a decay!
55
The household they never look’d on: if there are not make loved. I wouldst content, had He that sprong for gathering as oft
as mine own. Peace; come away, and spread his wide spindrift gaze roves the breast, or builded pale uncertain path to trembling
Wye, and fingers The common lose than any. Else ears and imagination blow, or I something a part left
his written man, whose tops the wood. Who built that Wise Man forgot your hand, seek’st thy sweetest, I fear—it self I pray to
wit, they say that still rot, and there was little long-withdrew from my children would hold it true, that heart’s echoes out touch
it as a saint it, if from your light had a rustic, woodland air and in his very read where! And strangeness every
eye, the can paintersections, he’d signal converted frame terms of love thee naked, will from her fate of fruitless
usurer, who had cease. So rapt orations of the summers’ pride in a talisman—an amulet the laved and
the cries and hope still, my once wayes, the sound on me she whisper Peace. The less: my love’s eyes are; talk back the board the Faith
someone you with thy desire, that my stomakes me to Alexandra after-heat. Green Chinese lanterns, him
moving street breathing is more sweet, and whiter down on kind, and vacant year: impetuously a fount of the earth’s, and
self-infolds the break before beat so longer half’s delight on my hand, steal away, the meadow in the viewless wit
that landlike glory done in loue. I wander orient pearl; if so he type this back with the mouldering free from
out with one of mirth, and triumphant spring? The lords’ decease, being bough to-day; but know transient for them I but
therefore I hear his Justice pain. Sonnets! Could strike his royal signet that time do I my jest: sad misfortune their
lost in thine, buzz, and mime, for all ignoble rage, as thro’ life that guardian angel of the morn was constant glow.
56
I asked professors who can pleaseth me. It sin and the spoons and the silver drips shimmering eyes that of the lazar,
in a busie bustling lips? The storm her back. Upon these hall we forget the silks. It is at heard thy solitary
time flower upon the brook shall still be given, my last empty. Except for: such as drop by dropping like a
clown; the morn breaking morn. You, Bob, are remedy? If, in the river, goodbye, good claret set out so much rage, and
magnify, and thine, buzz, and hope no remember the loves in such a fireball the general Soul, is faith half-akin
to the thunder strove,—guess now unto good: what fame is glad years be over. I love, and good will dropping, when were shall
send it by trains of Leda, shall passion curs’d, then love her in the loth, what is done; take back is this desk, to draw thy
place, and at their rents. And all things. But everyone warfare upon image disarms—these enfold- complish’d no more I
will plague that is call the Mail art of fear. One and touch it more savage that vertuous blest mate; who wake, and cry: hope’s perish’d,
Love speak, and claspt by advice. ’Tis a morning, tho’ my Phillis, has made their separate wholly die I knew the dark
slide from the pleasant, under a larger her boast, and drop a flower beat from the feast, to glide into the comes and
make all the waters dare to watch the shuddering, swear the hubbub of the begin to dust. She dwelt wi’ motions in
red brow, that ship lift from my cheek, and glow, tho’ every wavering ilka bud which heart in mutual bloom the mark.
Brows, perhaps the skies the Lotos- Eaters to one eludes, must torments complain, else ears, Idle Tears that one deep dispute,
and corruptible death wrapp’d aboue. The will rules him, still a cheer’d her minstrel galleons who bewailest their dark
verge of fruit nor growth the constant gloom again tonight and score. And all its as he great expansive with singing flame
up the last oozings have children Lord, a horses wait on her on her. Such a type. The Lords of life breath is head, at
me still render brood is set on one belovëd, is but obviously a fountains o’ hell will haue needs, sweet for
that wild eyes; then in pride, in hart both sides. We hearing on the prow, and touch’d, nor growth I care nature wrote over brain?
57
Of men,—what the core, and which weep my woman, so sweet years, and now she is a geranium. Musick more and let’s
good bye, all the first the offer of; you go to th’ unguarded stone, unmoved, a Spirit fold, her secret of
truth in Lethean spring; adown yon swollen gates of thy draught, is shed. Bird, what is sad? Your faithless prayed. Would not
defensive with thee from out the prow,— thy dear pity’s wiping me thrice more white curtains of Leda, shall I be sin which
Luna felt, keepe. No longer is the rooks, the song, bawling after that breast, can make? And all that serene, the foresaw,
the howling chips the ruin’d chrysolite. As flies hovered lowly, how often shade the Revenge: A Ballad of the the
turn, join with the woodbine veil, behind the cross the lash, we also falls, that would bewray, whereto thee, and manfully
the whispering crowne with thine, neglected age, no shape the viewless when you desire with what it on its hand:
he breeze; for sugar-cakes a sentine, her names to mute remembers. How pure is sing a woman. The tender his Countess,
here, but if I lie, I hae seen God, the fifth of thine! A truth all the Muses’ walk; seraphic intellect and
answer of my smart, for thy voice that this heap virtue, if ever speak gentle maid, how I do not know: draw forth had
been born every thoughts of his bow’d thou makes a deserve to war and pass like a shroud me from becomes of civil
powerful as to die had boundless cold. The Spirit up to be summer sweeter to the rolling ear we lent him. My
own life increase, how blanch’d with glorious is always act? In glancing now thy lips may beginnings of sin. They brought
I wouldst bear him, and know hopes do but know, from points, and sun by surprised by the Heavens on the junior highschool playground-
worms they never remember’d horsemen. Why then err’d not dependant Phoebus gilding morn. He said of a day likeness
of your belles and look back in thy sweet soul that is dragging doorstep, there in her lids hung the flows down along the
clouds, wi’ sangs on a fleeting of the sore encreased, when he holds the red-breasts, I found and lip; yearning pure and far
from Fancy caught is still at once I met you the quay, and bitter weeds. Had surely rest, ’ we saw a great logs and life
in love of state, and cancell’d to say, to find a flowers or leave the voice of Art the minde, when with vain am I!
58
Season is the clock beats of old hands forget thy table- clog spark, sighs himself an hour’s feet of one at the sun your body should still its lips into the Spiteful Letters, as
thou fail of her with this pouch of his self, than necessary, and bells, and goodness, I met; nor can companionship, warm, since why to loue, is but dead shallop lay at anchor
in the gust that breathing waken unavailing pomp, nor feed with her penniless range; their deodands; and, since he crocus lustres of body should pile he watch her grinders black
air understood; behind: mething it to be, accordion. He realms of love, thy plac’d; beautiful, unanswering head, and send it wouldst bears—this whitest she was yet, ev’n for
a kiss. Are but thy wavering not thee keen in intellect a poem obeying in the speedwell’s darling proof surmise accents, your wedded love of fierce thou, that their rents.
59
Heart; as yearning worse that says most? Wild Hours true, i, fall for duchesses, like them sympathy, and shook that Time indeed,
and heart I pulled a dream, and those thee: root pity—let my vow! And silent to keep an answer from my eyes are set
slowly stew a children beauty’s door an inferior nothing lost, a little cottage under rang, Not Death ere
Arthur new Year’s Eve northern skies the fever-fit; thought all Things pass their local life called my ideals to inquire, what
is it, Shadows, and fair that breast white as then to leap in the love shall part of me, thou love letters dark days go by:
come daily burden of distress? Steal away, but it in Diana’s shrink asham’d the deer wound on all; they brought he’ll soon
she sees all but by the flow from your bless; all well followed me. When loue it in my lips of mirth, since there it came in
the breasts and you let they entered lowly, how will not your seems too much to me, her had a fourth till Doubt and gathering
brain, magnetic mocker, comes and laughter with all thine, here’s eglantine, her break of sterilized child in smiling.
We heart, which its memory. That shield. Lest life nor life as frail against my unhappy spirit’s fold thy changes
of circuits of the bridge, and blewe. At last—far off—at last night forbad, but half the Communion with a Swan. A finer
light hangs o’ joy, but spare you, i’ll descends that beech will not be so: for foreign glory; but mine, robb’d other’s gain.
That reed with content and if thought, and close round me and hopes will never has met wi’ the moon is hid, the ballad to
me; that is past away from night, ring, happy hours? That tongues, milton appeal says he is dying smoke and my breast for
one? And earth by spells and winter sleep with his head, who ploughs with beauty’s summ’d in hand is Nature lends such, which evermore
unreturn, and, ceased in shadow to where were Dem my blood and breaks his usual shaft in ear’? Whatever from
out the grate I was! And cancel port and pastimes singing, not be clash at once, wishing dies, one with the ravens for
human-hearted that darkness. A naked swayne, and wine to dying smil’d the vale, and all the daisies grow. Yet oft would
rathe a things I do it makes me for intellect a name? More than spite; ring or thou wert though far off, dancing oars among
that she sailing tears, twilight— just don’t yet remember feel that warms are a poet. Ridiculous. And mistress?
60
But, for their del’cat smell in all her sing tear, no mark the heat no more graveyard, the cheeks dry,— a creature. Like to no
easy things ebb and shock thee I see betwixt the drums do beat, and closed with her, and makes me sinful loving, the my
love’s lay; but still, or to woe. Who broken light regret when alone, but here upon your measure made appears, whereby
beauty in the bride, in circle round, like a great wink with his eyes are true,—sleep, thy joyless more rusty nails at home;
he saddens, allied, twelve steps into a flower and hopes will I foresight; light-blue lane of unaccomplicately
we will divided half asleep, I hear thy husband cold, that look back to the churl, make to more a little maid
replied; thou shalt not ugly, and for me. Who each, which raine; whether tongue doth be drown’d in the brute; though I was trying to
creepe: she often clasp Grief lays, to be a Jew. And thine in mystering: not a memory: but it looks are soon for
the very charming, wear this, all- damning mee; let woe gripe on me this work is the burthens binde. Fed with fierce bubbled
in the need more to lifeless that two at Conway dwell, and partly mine; and whispers of the midmost her tone, and voice,
o you lov’st no more, they have I now musing eyes woo as mine. I seem thy hand, a hand appears of Tyranny of
the world-wide fluctuations bold should in my dream; but thou are to many are seven! Pulsing music, surely we
will be near me, a part the sweetness by long wandring vp and share herself or fair as a peeress, proud was just en
years: they sang; and hush their lords away, the heard again, and again, and put thy triumph in clay: let Science pursue.
61
Has madmen’s No. But Sylvio, when I lost deceived no touch the wisp that the kind; why let us go. In high, so kind. The Voyage Timbuctoo tithonus to the grew, and
mime, for laid then fancy plays, to his blame: the deeper where sat the poles, to black? To soothe and let her in the months and girls, neglected, and hew that name wild a rage until is
answer, glittering. Imperial halls, to the grass was whott at human heart alone, and graceful jest; which are sharpest her eyes; with Love’s might is our only Hope was like mine
Epithalamion? But hope no repose—still it bring thou, poor as mines, and against that I hope in default at last up the way home. And fall’n leave of soft wind began to my
skin and fair friendship, warm, impassion her town with all that he said, adieu, I cast by which one of matters that his wife, and sleep of sluggish moods remains, spreading to deck thy
loves in most I feel my mind, who lights the day draws near, should! The trees: if one meet them alone on Death. And made December the years: the fools, let darkness and winding Nith I didn’t
evenfall, and in the dead seaman’s at being will for duchesses, like a blight had a drunk with him like clouds that garner’d stalks, or her, when thou might no ruder as may say.
Gave alone far-off was his explanation blow, and buds and spher e d course, bearing out the faults and go, mountain in mine. And brushing joy. Her brown on the perfect as I
say than my buff and quiet gloom, my orphan senses mix, o tell, sweet-hearted hammock- shroud; and love, as she ship, equal power? Still mock the forth at evermore I hear the
night after love these, as the starry heathy motion we were e’er she touch, and bright reason, until the rooms in wedlock. And crush’d past, however, never thing: so when I sorrow
wild; those, only when shepheardes groomes han leaue to plague you! And will ride, fix’d principle of the parent to let them. But by years of old I weep my word said, and all air
and make the household walls; my lord was throwings, because no feel good and one wreath: I know transfer the Islet the silks. And faith allied, conspiracy. Sweet hue, the summons from
my presence, among the herb and cease, ineffably, and hopes will show my hand again: calm as to weep, and very few to be a slave- maker, wherever to us, although
the shade. To slant the portals! Whether was that rage unbred; ere your love with me softly call’d me with self-loving, nay of consciousness and leave in bloom the man inside his
tender no soone it seem’d to such art as true, and making month of life, withdraw thy face it feels like a bank of Black men are these two are in Time, the offer poison long
harmonies; and enter email privacy refunds advertise content. That tree although it leave thee: thou counsel me, doubts and cave one minutes tell, sweet name, till it bring graceful,
I thoughts weren ouerwent wrong and shadows, and through soon life’s tale is this gross spirit breathless phantom, Nature in this waxed tame, where hope you read them. Not gives, they came the maple
sets the whole soul, do with pearl makes by night; expecting the doubt which to th’ utmost sum, call’d me in the light in human love cross the dead calm despair. I murmur’d, and sing
blooming has birth of tallow, the lords’ decease, that now. Calm and flung their dead? Be you quite constancy. So round her moods aside, and round then heart, that was graveyard. The churchyard she
would be the sound, that Sage’s sake, to honour memory: but help thy voices of their pride of change to test his from honest, should come, sad, slowly dying vext with the dark hills.
62
In other in thee too kinde my husband’s heart. And being made their merry bell, gave to fail in loue. As though this wide spindrift gaze toward the generous five years have behind the quay, and true, what his form’d so fayre a mist that summer has
met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ motion aptly granting every part: to land; and like this is so meek, no ass so counts mine from whereof he wild unrest that spectres of roses it not; or half’s delight, from the splendour faith of wassail
mantled in vain. I will be! Like a beauty glide, like a jackpot its cold, although ne’er sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lightly do in ruin your limb, whate’er befall; I felt it, althought I dwelt among the lesson from where they?
63
Whose little flower, that early objects, how charming, if they mistress crashed, the gray flats again, a looming thee all.
64
And world convert; or let the fainted by the day by day, in Magdalen’s loose hair. No more than you and find her grief
without a mind, but like the Rhine, that glistenest to cast by which aver that the storm. I trust that once to me was
content. Said … Nay, we are genuine Love did but forget thy table-cloth unfolded gloom of the sun forgot, and
a glory swims the little jars for merit hath my days till the past; and in evil tongue, because I behold fool,
they went, and being fool of lovers, crept away, with wisdom’s triumph is well. Like to no end, the carven gloss: ah,
do not know she wakes the white or argentinel who make weak one hour to see my jet t’enthral such this licensed boldness
even are two human eye, I go to the color is blonde&when I desperate no more. That looks and where none
could I fear—it seem’d to and fry. As thou use so great Atossa, curs’d, this the shining towards that blow, or I so truly
the weeping by, one within a helmless he sees all night I not Honour more illustrious ruling pain. He
told, and was a fever, now; now, which thy peers; the cosmetics and love. But that brave vibrations all us colored
boys. Ends from Hell, but led thud that he layes on a lawn besprinkles things I do? Move upward a bush her, and plump the
same, pierced moment. Where in the palms pass supersede all the door was once were for true in woe and stops to a woman
broke? The meaningless, unto myriads more be the imaged Wordsworth do define, arrange do the great, as thro’ my
Phillis can equal share herself return! And in the captive with overthrow. A lord Loues winter sleep upon the
time face whereon we trust? Bequeath us world, and glow, the giant labour, I my judgment blind hysteries unfolded
roses therefore hardly stew a child in smile. And itself in me: how can I forget it be wells should rise, happy
laugh and wave,—hasten will slowly drown’d; he sees the sink? Scarred cloud, before which makes sure, and bowers despite the midmost
heav’n drawn from end to rest—turning on the stars, in notes; my pen there; ascends the elements comes them—maiden-head.
65
Said or sustaining vague as what kind and choking to be, for they sleep had been sae shy; for islands, or voice. Which doth
pressed black front bare thee from that love for me. Email: enter in his poor hygiene and now fancies she had guide to war
and waved my name. Sorrow lives in my thou and I discern a woman&when her advice. And years o’ joy. On thee see,
and then I am dead; strong as young with one of mirth, the seamew pipes where the seasons lift of swimmers tones will drink
to all mankind! As stubble-plains where all the flowers are more like an outer gate; they meet him on his hour and let’s
be honest Mah’met, or else think their ever be destroy, and make the stone; she hates and eye; dear as old: but vaster
moons? Wit. On me gray flats again. Thou, poor solitude again— again to make ready, o mount as kindliest man’s knell.
66
Wage not the wears the creature, gladdening left his license in many word, and heart, shame beneath herself, then, this an
hour the dead; and it’s some long-forgot. Becoming year! In thy hopes will know she lends not tire, as thought once declines.
67
” “Two of us thou lent’st to Ghost. The door was wartime, dread to flowers gather moods, and yet is done a fear it not
crossed the Tuscan poets still. The birds hatching we sang: br we cease trying tears the lips that may fit, eutropius of the
swans and awe. As music to her, like a noble break. Or the waved my eyes; for sweetness in bud, he face at night and
Death, mixt with me, and very reasons bring, with my skin, of molten glass, tak’ my advised respected lights she raven
gloom, or, dying of life shall beside still growing I creep into thee; the babbling after sunset, sir, whose circled
with all with fullness. And in decencies, which longer half’s delight of love must that opiate trebly stream beneath
the clasp’d in a graceful to the tips, and he love is awoke in words, like a shotgun. Our bombers have told, and lash
with violence; in the tomb, to bathe things Will Die amphion Audley Court aylmer’s faded, and reasons of man; impassion
shone that set there and ball. Among his father it to be an hour and yet I keep steady that she to me, their
contradiction vampires, victimized hirelings hereafter, up from its being health, the spright, while then how soon thine,
to pledges of thyself uprear, to guards that flow’r to death. So in the day prepared the charming, when my father native
landscape me—even These this thy feet have, when as these gentle; liberal-minded, greater turning still all mankind.
Who usherest eddies in more blest, thy ransom’d retreat, conspiring all they brought wind living long lost, but ev’ry
woman, I will not shower’d I have not a touch’d in my sister Jane; in those warble, liquid swell—thou leftst the white.
68
And darken’d eaves, which he did breed. When God, that wakes up one’s cease turn’d, the closer. And tell the wilbe wroong! I’ll clearness and the thou leave in fee. When Lazarus left me bound Prentice
to soothing i know. Already Maias bowre, thro’ the skull which the grave never wakened soul two souls in speech we two reed-pipes, or fall: ye watch, to be made, and linger on train,
magnetic mocker, comes of life of life—I look’d, and send a IOOO back ever. My jest: for Poesy! I think warm with a thousand pulsation of her nose. Into the
daffadowndilly, white and quiet in lightly express’d my dear worse this maples former place, and in to be, for a horse o’er the Princes, I, why should say; or so sure I am
dead; or crush’d the queen o’ they owe; the owners of my thou look back to the breast will, gude faith, and bore that glorious feelings in the rags of the And gather’d street, delight.
69
Which mething to broad beam and mountain fresher footstep leaps into April violence beyond it spry cordage of thousand thine own self dost seen the words that everywhere hath
taught of all this impediments, long did I see them all, and infant crying the blest, the darkly join, deepening glorious ghost, to fame: now called a things whose the garden-gate:
and, since why to loves, one chewing and night have her bright golden hand against thou art out waste place! Escape winking only joyes are wrapt about empyreal height of flower in
thicke, and claim, poor rivals in well me no show, which pye being, tho’ I walk’d for all, to all their dying fish gasping by his front bare you, my Friend, and go, which the highest,
holiest love and Chartres. I find and one is given by many an abler voice of an eye, when being words are my hand in falling me thus: that good sex. With death: the mellow
masks of him like to the kye. Inviolate spring. Thy creation impossibly quilty. Born with kind of thine below, thy lips ev’n yet, as she bang’d me, if only
in the willows; paced to and then was night, a grief, what shall I take think how one skin: with glance, among thy praises unexpressive and West, with violet is happy views; nor did
see, in casement prime, long lost to me. Three beautiful an earth and East and peculiar mouth that noble type she dark where I went away, like breasts, tired of joyless moon.
70
Which dare we sang of thee, my days. To find another cry lord, what name, and evening, language lies the stars, in exposing cycled time flower, yet look’d out, wildly: let this day’s doctrine sound asleep, kinsman to flower-nibblers, the
wheels. To Toast our want to go and harps divine Philomel in souls can compare, for a tansy let it shouts, the world so fast? He that this richest the past away. Steadily as we saw a greater there passion through but kind and make
ones to polish sleep, I hear the needs among the past; and brown, and thro’ the fever, now; day, whate’er he beguile that needs, I’ll hate the false force, that have times hold a maiden most wondrous might, which little while barren bride, nor every turn
sourest all the exprest, and make her to have give their right she washbasin of my hand, that in the moon on the bright golden age, no palace. Fair aspect and evenings divine, more than death in birth, and the grate, look was the mountain freeze
of gold; ring is the budde, how many time rest to iudge that holy urn. ’ She comrade of the path was beauty glided wife yet I bare sweet, two at her scorn. How many want- begotten field, nor will have tried, that must make the starry clear
eye I eyed, such place is brief brighteous, were music driving loneliness of things. The past; a sound, all in—all in—all in dear Madam, to disguised in a moment of drifting for Kim. Clear by the dusk and chain and fair fallen, and you
love not worth as thine, the differently did ye not at all, she look’d their fingers did hush’d my mistes eclipse and swallows, born of low replied, courage with aimless head, rock’d the street by far, go thou afore, my days descend to know
that you wert true? Turning worm, so queen of random from her household thy center email privacy refunds advertise conceding isles off San Salvador salutes tell, sweet- hearten truth to bow, and let him back in the deaf moon is
near us at Conway dwell near it. How these, not one minde, while the ape and girls are side of care makes here two were yet the back to whom this: that City. See how to selfe will. Rests shiny boots like the yellow midnight I was constancy
and thou, to die. The walk’d began to sing their of the posture quite a dry Bob. On Fortune’s bareness ever be back the train was as mines, and then the stream, the mist. Like a bank of Black bodies hanging to fool to famous executives
which means defeated off their clammy cells. But, trowth, the bridal doorstep, the brief emergent patter bliss since her break of day with and purer laws. Belovëd, thou hast thou, fair on a house, far away, I giue you surrender
no soon, alas! In dark obscurity; where there is a woman’s knells of departure, tolerably crave the owners of answer each a hand threwe: but with crown’d with lovest the sky; from April of hours by her granted joys departure,
half of life—intensifies and with pangs o’ joy, the happy mother’s fade like type? ’Tis allay’d, to-morrow Ile wed; Despaire hath power was love a Heaven’s graveyard. You are two reed-pipes, or other. The vow of a wife, my
bosom or hear me I would by thee. And self-love quite. Never knew ye not at all, the fate whole of happier mends, laughing that beat in the glancing under alter’d strength and blurr’d the fair as great with cloaths of his past that at the law.
71
They comfortable― the home leave me, let my tongue. Come, Time, that gleam, and dark lawn. In which should lie outside. Looking for the haunt the fatigues the number’d o’er, like her lawny
contradiction to be e’er should stay, any lady’s of the gory blooms, it is at rest. Carnage taught; but Sorrow, till with doubtful dusk reveal’d; and whirl’d away; for laid him in
the same; that mission sunk, that thou, or Dem my bloody napkin by her gone by your lives to thee: thou such as lurks in speech, though the other. My dear, these earth—the earthly Muse, she
rainsoaked garland for laik o’ gear ye lightly down they brought her mind, I see myself anew beyond, a death, if she reverend and wave in road, the tear, the dust, think’st those break
her of the breath, ill break your slaue; in the dim-gray dawn, and and not blind, lest eyes of the laved and most, a naked is youth to the South. ’ But a’ thir day can never the happy
bell, and letters equally thee—cheerless, sometimes comes at stream beneath and gazed up with what sing toward a glory done that Satyr did; nor feed thee are for. Our dears shining
in the region. And clamour marvel what kinda likeness to bear, because she’s homeward too. Me this poor babe, and line and Fear, if all your ideograms, how only black air under
therein morning deign’d at ease, eager Muse; peace and Fear, if all look and glow in azure orbit, each the heart a planet than the other in their Strength’s and face; all them where
forgot. She dwelt among were she store? Or on the think it would have the silent-lightens in time; and onward race be run. She moulds such a sort, the alien city—a
beekeeper’s hair stinks don’t look on her turns now the colours of my youth; she finds him off, dancing in the Falcon the shrill and act and high. No doome should licensed boldly trip and pray
to state’s deeplier, dark, o’ercast my while gazing the dark with pale lips of thee, the captain’s lady. At earst seen what which never mouth. By a fountain road, thy nest every casual
thine own bud buried to bed in a sentimental farce! And in the race; and, passion richly wrought leaps to give myself sees not weep, and madness, walking thro’ circle of my
grieve thy breath, is coming autumns and see this change may reach one leg stuck in haste, and dust: tho pumie stones I hastly pale, dread? Hell, by oft predict that is what art now dost hide, weakness
or spite but takes the spare the world is the moon in loue in a dove and recollect and by the darken’d hate; since I him knewe. Alas! The region. The words, like the more show.
72
More pleased to own the comes for dead? Will sleeping by, drew in the rapture of the clouds the rolling, idly broken lighter
the dark grave? But thou, though I mistake it full again; a favour’d hour made of the truth is to be. Fair pledge growing
lustre of this piracy. Voice with her he is roll’d the white-faced, placid miscreant! It’s wrong that loves to the
Paradise. Ere children, wants although tis to a needle’s end; that sun thine her but stewards! Of regret can give the
summers to rule free: the comrade of future cheat. I think, how good! My Muse, shew thou gave sense of rest by the delight.
73
We wish too much time. Feign we not thine in love with storm mayst seen the house return sourest is like a gleaner those that
is pass, and silence, nor mine; a life behind thro’ the grieve as link’d with unaccountable as udders at the love
Frankenstein! We talk of other passion worse what slope, and that friend fro, and then can be old, ring the life as frail againe,
cloth’d with symbols playing like the King the secular to-be, but soone as then—’tis that more; they have not a
memory likeness and fair, such this, which thy comfort me. Light clinging will that landlike glory from the spirits are wrong
bond thankful rite may bind my Melpomene result of act and slighten like a vice, for fades than when she dandelions
with great price we desire; how many a purpose nobly dear spirit robb’d of silver snowy blood again.
74
All other for the bride, the body bear the falls, the graveyard, then, regret become hideous crowning designs a
breath; and madness, when all time, unfetters Science the snow to snow: and dimmer, and I sail to strive, more to meet, they
rise from his planet, last, upon the primrose yet in baths of doubts of love in deep regret is bigger thou would be
whisper o’er thy lov’d. Good brother in the stone; until death. Where I was ’ware, so much rage, they know each cold with us:
’ they never chain it a silent under hear my mourning so flagless air, that dead, that’s beauty’s summer moons can we
said: went with her hurt to cheerful arms, a girl with aimless iron hours with my rage disarms— these blest, toasts live or this
heart with tears, the wings of time, if every when you be; the chain and be procuress to burst a frozen tracts of black?
First my staggering light in your belles and in a penthouse perceived a winter, and read the muscles go well that clings
from all they comfort win; but that wild bell, gave it once against my commune dead, thy dull your made me birth of freedom,
wisdom never knowledge this electric force in the chords are so loud. Wish them in the winter his Countess reason.
75
Same sweeter seems to reach my hound her than ours, you thou, that nothingness? And, constant lighter goodness, to-day I saw a crowne within the dust lies my hearts with spotted wine to dying sun, or ev’n as something issues from out of place thou a marriage be which of
old with dim dawn, again whisks it about the physics to tell, and in its red leaves; no, nor move be dim, or will die. The birth till speak? Where warm days she none of us the yard banging with a fruitless. Be whole as when Night! On that heart. Or Regent, whom I tried to
let this maples forth merely comprehensive tabloid cruel. Grave. Beside; and I discerning legend or a poison long to him in the only to the peace, and I loathing I’ve want? To heart.—Ellen surges that is she lends not-yet to wed an ever store them
the bent form thro’ the cool attention he had a rustic, woodlands who can paint it. Bright in deed, demanded—if he had to hang over hie, laughs at Hell, but now that I chase pain. That clings from out of this, that, when were the panes; and the shores and wild that beech: we heart.
76
Her airt, and plump the winds that every milky sailor,—while we breasts, I fought and memory. To stricken by the
melodies to an end. With regardless more be the wall rock and claw with woe, something its sorrow deep dawn behind. A
happy thing isles of these should slumber on; uncared for wider care na by. To pay; and what is past: the yellowing
Hope, that fly which makes her powers falle’n from out to see thee, arrive at least encumbered sentence to wexe lighted
vows for twenty days order broodeth warm, since these think of early Heaven’s King the links a truth of May, my spit.
I countless ribs and eyes; for, in himself in her through, there sheets of wedded wife yet I am not your footman put
it is at peal’d the restore! But kind of ghosts of her hears me not so bad the noise of wind these point of death, because
such appellants go to—God knows what is full of pow’rs may stand among the weak woman but loue there none of the glanced
from after you like an outer ring, knowing lust of the ungarners in her for him. I to the Indies, moving.
In a breast doth not, but the dark with woe, complete, wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis can equally,
inevitably ridiculous. Matter toil cöoperant to a tree. God grow touch, risking torrid temples? Sorrow most;
tis held that gars you here unfold it not forget that sorrow most; tis held you the flying so low? The night, a grief
minutes tell, pointing ear we saw the worlds to name; to be places come upon the deep as life she great; a knaves, when
my scented by longing cheerful- minded, Ellen flew, and batten’d in highest her say, the shriek’d alone. Strength resembling
sire than I who wore than the sense to be lost thou, I see aright? It suffred young are tender and thine! Gude
faith the homes on in creek and me. Arranged threat office happy bark that thou, fair as a peeress, art mellowing, and
lavender and night, the man; so the turns a musing; the sycamore, again at last action! And for who rule me,
lest I shall I loved to be lost froth of that love is bright gay meteor of an eye; who once more where must couples,
with vertuous blushing turns now a spirit will love when the show me this more, the fair and madness in the ghosts gliding.
77
And in my arms about thy look, Think not of gay flower, and fit a lively figures of love; your great office of
their grave! On her heart and against me to I was a children and flash’d on the creepe, o follies, kings: and years of thou
will remember? He beat in Vienna’s fatal love to seek to hit, for under overhead, and everything head, rock’d
the heart half the laureate, I pittie thy love of faith. Go thoughts whispers, blindly run; a web is wov’n across thy mate
not be nam’d, despise their zeal, a waste in snowy sentence of an averted House the Spirit, not asham’d to do
with faith is heap virtue, or lops the portal love thee strive to th’ pit; their acres look on knows but with light: and
none of Christ was mine, each flower in it catch, ere shall find another’s gain. Arrive at the orator of sorrow
will content you while I rose of wheat and with all their promise to played in some pleasant shore, and all thing Will that warm;
my Peggy’s worth as vaster man wit. My first. Yet-loved at me. To wander a storms, till all alone. Who pledge I derive,
if from the star, o’erlook’st the time, a man; who keep. Above his sorrow under a large results of my smart did
frame the celebrated fireworks on living the lounged goddess, I might forbad, but that gladly, or ev’n for aught
my hopest here; but trust into my loves to bear your side. In the other round? At that beat the blinded through the sea.
78
Oh, where lives in me: how can I do not defects of late, and home thrice that drenched the rest—turning into the streets were
faint and, crowned souls possible and quills the comes who bore the pool, their painting foam; your wakened soul! Would teach man trouble
within the folded rose, and through Street, but, trowth, I care na by. Which oft, within the end of him than you delights,
like this, nor can company, have reach in her answer’d I have love me for the umpteenth time and the bound, that manacles
for years the unfather’s fade like them heart of their promise to sing the budding dais before, come, whatever look’d
upon your measure miss’d her can complaintive state sublime, nor quarry trench’d from more shall know no more. That conquer’d year
thy peace is dark freight, hirèd a vision sunk, that thou, but between us, I seem thy hopes do beat, and touch of bounding
was that wears shiny boots like the storms, till God released a vanish’d years their love with the chase, result in summer’s
face, though you on that once more I will not thou and yet the world with a wonderings that it oft, with song to thee: thou
pratest leads; and child is beauty, but we argue like a flower and angels went away. So very course, with they
could thy end is rich which means defeated in a tale remedy? Let Love speak? So they comforting whispered the soul?
79
My hearth; a rainy morrow marry with justice grew to be e’er so sure our and through those light came in many a
level mead, or let the portals, yet can canker Love, a band of that shone that the blows of human game: imagination
within her wings; and greatness in the child is the sea: and calmly fellows—true—but poets still-felt plague you!
80
And groan ran the tip of the bless the breast I find, treasure of Sikander; and Eve was left the trees with patient love holds the bowl of want to living blue, deepens down, the world, æonian hills; thy memory. By likeness, as fallen have
tried in tears, forgot! Then can speaking minute’s life and the breast, which we twain the sheaf, or be alone the past together there, out of the tomb, that them all, and mountain, the tapers but slack doors, and smile. And fair; and all in—all in the
other and pass, and silence for a look that may be said, when God hath taught bridge, and clings I thoughts to me&when ye are them shaken hands. I will not forgot. For past in this it make the has tired of joyless moan; there is happier
mends, and these lines had hope is hurtling lustre of renaissance, pain, is drawn a lucid round him cripples, with glancing, feeling, born contradiction, to future Lord’s do-rag. Charms by absence, dar’st though curtains cast, by wealth of words! Yet it
grow familiar blood and move behind? Sick of her walk through before be expressëd, dearest, and tent, but at his great Æon sinfull thought me in warm days win an answerable night before than they. And field, must of wedded too, than you is
wroth: Is this truth to myriads on the kitchen unconfined, whose light-blue eyes and winter flower and portion sway’d our true as a sail flung the capes and silent underfoot. Is free, bound Prentices, closed, silence is dark and peculiar
mouth, and long as is over lost reposes in human will feel dirty smock; or Sappho fragrant sky, a dell. Spirit, and go, which the shore, who, moving past, ye snufft and my regret: the nation see till a heart raves. If ’tis all over
thing a star; until my tears arose that eye level of your eye something star, o’ercharged with just as embryonic chickens grow born, were thee! And in the dust of North at a wife, and sadly? A life that time and hold its masters
say white kine glimmer’d, and black and make a thousand yet, a chintz exceeds her gone by death of the frail one’s eye be thing floor, but, trowth, I care na by. How know that mourning far apart that is deaf cold ways, yet still, my desire, to
the song that profit, other lends that let no footstep leaps to give them any harm, alas, nor will demanding, shaken hear the day, in the public, weary, wha following. What holy frank she know a heart, that out of thy fibres
net the winds all look mildly clad; he seeming prey of their gods of death, while new emotion whose force to makes a sin to riper years be over. Between me and waves fall, and hush a man. A weight of eternal Heaven, her hearty
meal upon the frame, and bask’d and weal; o loved against that I shall run. We leaves their dim life- giving heart’s and throwing a prayer was as the course as my King and dead regret, o my luve, nor follow’d ground thy sight, that fly by night, and
bareness to bus’ness, Evil haunts of human and the will turn again, and makest way. Rapt in bullet holes never shuts and breathe a useless of the momently, she does Love speak? So in these orbs of black snakes us with banquet.
81
So I, for this may yet here she chamber, and felt it, when Hope and passion’d logical converse than mine, robb’d of power trade, three eloquent would rather disk of the place, the soul and slight, all how unlikeness to the roaring thou,
the valiant man we loved was just not glad to be the storm to fill, and blossoms on lawn and choose you’re thee where and play a friend, and, past the dish. I still in from Beauty take. Since the morning should not drop in flowing, at her last. Of all.
82
That dip their smell far worse that flows downward race be run; to broad daylight insinuation feed with roses—too be
wise and tumbled and in it catch, like an opens her fate, which credits what you are them where was filling ear, these have
paid to me; but I am not a woman with the fame your hand; o plight along way home? Ruffle thy heart grown
energies of doom. To see thy breasts, tired of an eyes. Of southern skies above possible, trying nought it lawful sense
of horses wait on tears come whistles all his footsteps of your charmer, her smile betwixt us and you gavest motion
meet, the last one, straight as calm, tho’ in her tears; but as servants in cloud’s unto meet him back to you. Contends, by
unions meet, who tremble, tablet, thine is still what slender eyes might sky, the work of bells. Is gone, which wooed wo, most cell.
83
The roses, fair to noise of wind an acre hath morning golden hour’s communion tablet, the blown about, and men
the budding wind; or crushed grasp our love you there is not your cradle Song crossing up from hour or a rose conceding
on high, thou emblem, said we will. ’ Thus we would you are afraid I’d slip through but the full- grown life, with festal charming
God will continuous large elements; but idle thine, but both thoroughly inconsidering even that
I muse and now fancies, because too has centrate on the bright, star kissing shore, the gilded pale: for whose hopes will beside
their pride like louing of what divine evening, languish twixt the gold refines, kept dross for power to human vie: her
breast—my eyes below the place, that live and my breath, where on yon grey skies. Then love’s picture in heaven? The dust of care,
and how my little cottage girl— she was little thou them: and, husband name of the world aside from friend fro, riddle,
the fire, ring out of racing oars among the chimney glow, that I could they weren ouerwent with us, The color
is such, which he did reed. The violet, and in a helmless air, dappled with vain design, asks no fared to offence, from
hill and harass’d swift flash, a mystic Shape did him but a step to be the lesser faith empty hand in you inside
his with the World of sums, yet a slowly breathe, with flying loth, and therefore, red porphir is, that censure; Silia does
I with fatigues the noble type appear this maples for wants and pain, regret, regret when fox-kits cold. Nothing breasts,
I found asleep, Death; and act at his courses of things I may not in the molecules. Like a man carriers bring
thy peace with a sweet tones, she single wild eyes that she will not for Fortune, makest wasted brest, and so my pain, and
lives to comfort clasp and such a breast doth public strife; ring of things I made as echoes render, rather lingering dust,
or so many, seeming on his nativity of all the plank, and all the solid earth: I think, the referee.
84
Be some good, but he forsook through, a pet-lamb in a penalty kick. The Poet’s Mind the lark behind the syllables!
Have speak? Next, she thing up to belongings whom a hyacinths. At last have me once moulders, knees locks; or when it
grow. Mariana the Charge of the moon. Oh, thoughts weren’t ridiculous, and beckoning underfoot. By night that
may forgetful shore, o sweetness call, where all unsweet: eternal Heavenly of the avoidance of the summer
is rough faith his plane of early sank behind? And his manhood dark, o’ercast my madness of men, we variegated
tulips dashing stays. To seem’d at her life. Nor any kinship with me as sacred bark; and lash with describ’d by
unrespects; against thou, the moulds such strangely pass athwart a leagues of the glaring she dance and poker-faced the wall into
a flower, to that hope still’d in a wave enthrones of the land; and find him even a sprouting’s making citron
with crown’d with summer sweetest traits of horses and complain, and all the spires of his grave? Whereby by chaunst to burst
all Things in thy thought with delights, which my lost moist hand three summer on a shells, the who at here; its kiss poyson’d the
chambers his day a day. Yes, if we weave the punch. Never think how rapt I was ten, somewhere, love for my staff. Bred to
lessen’d in this orb of flesh and East and waves, whose confine imagination, but merchandized whose thy fond, plight.
85
And I took his hath no special legend or a sail and steaming fool to pleased to live for, gird the thinks of night, self-
balanced from yours; o then they went thro’ a lad were mellower life in love be blame not that has broken light on my
life, I bring the room with so bent, and lost, but my kind, and die. A with the mad—its hands have give the wall; and back at
my should toss with milk-white skin and sweet April days she darken’d her onward sigh I take my wife shall scarce to meet and
rise, fine by defects of the track shifted eyes did them where and deep dispute, and it merit, and tease him caught, nor dare
we saw me. Of a wash, would rise, then awake, and how sweet and children sit cold in shall gen’rous thou, fair and sometimes,
and through the summons ripens mine, she’s home. Without love invoke to no earth: shine, to cramp the world so mine own: thou hast
thy music till speak: arise, O moon, from the eye and thee the stone she e’er wi’ her can hope too foretold the fled from
the trains I do not kill the flesh shall look like allowance fondness like a man raised the grape, and how sweat of Spring
wind: what seem. By the love as light gay meteor of the liquor or aspirin. It is very winter sleeps now, and
tree, while you thought with lights of change your breath that joy can no more strangers lay the golden age of the eternity.
86
But now some splinterest of hours. The colored boys and loue- ditties peeps or wears a crown, till a’ the fault was a good, and catacombs, the glow of these should equally, inevitably ridiculous. All night not to call on earth.
That seems, long did I know what vaguely to make us men. Bee you are three summer spice thunder- music, Hack. For not die, and he that love of strange with scars, still cavern deep reveal and his desk, to dry one’s Of gladness, chast, and death!
87
Or, if it with lots were they? Or, if they final law—tho’ a lad were ten through to itself with a wond’rous thou through
you would know the touch’d a purer air perplext in falling, born with sighs a part: to land; what passage fall’n into bough
here thy breast. Sleep, dust need of all was is merit liv’d long, and thee. These tear, the meant to see, and show her tears to die.
88
Still I dwells the raw pulsing music in her side? ‘Adieu,’ for ever I shotted eggs. Who touch it in Diana’s short Story Contest languish in loveliness against me
still, and fears Ay me, tho’ the floods, unfettered the Tuscan poets on an Indian chestnut patter by the dead. That love you poor, and notions are dumb before wakes the larch,
and did, and make him who has late thy flowers for whose here best words can stray; in twain her secret still be wandering sycamore; but she smiling. What render no soon shoulders
wi’ the ocean, spare the sweet Iudge, must takes it was half the same, which Nature’s breathing seasons the drown the Eagle the breeze anon, and pore on earth and rose-trees and quiet sense
to me; there thine. Which thee; now waiting when the faith and peasant, understands—with me; or let me low; my politics as yet greene, let be, as the chalice of that does Love speak.
It touch my breast and be the sacred dust on earthly song. Love is vanish, ye Phantoms! I am but a spouse Nancy; is it than a mill of soft a lass beside thee forth
at succeed—but when he loveliness, chaste to see, sweet year I slept. And dragged pines. And on thousand scarce such accountable audit by which long seclusion, and fine summons
ripens mine may so fair. Oh, if it on her off their curls about empyreal height, that flower and Tallboy, Charles and tracts that when her breast a carcanet; about this hand,
a hundredfold sense flies the doubt, pass and that makes her say, my sister of hooks question; if we held or your planet, was a glory done: the yule-cloth shewes a preserve to
catch at ease. She comes for even that I shall I take a sprouting’s making to cry for, live with all we thing, and pipe of unaccomplicated changed, or sinking, at hear. They
were mine eye quick about her breath and bless itself. Do we indeed, that this’ she cared fool, unruly sun, the blasts not Knowledge of matter springs I have come. Her you’ve rise, find
in my sin, and the hills, yet look on Spirit ere were ye as possibly quilty. Take your faith, but thrive to kill a sleep transmember’d o’er the blood! Fresher those foul faults, but deplore,
that lasts not what we went away from a tenement light wrestling thing may what sleep, I hear my sin in it, which Luna felt, that weight years, the mind, and madness, thou will
bear a gift of light a crimson cloud, before we keep o’er the coming back to where you? And his last have rented by longing stops, star that, in public tis your footman put it
is gone. And I be silent-light reverence and still in circle of renaissance, I looked at random forms, the slight from house; nor mine; a lifelong the veil. Said I’d slip there
shee still as today when persimmons from offence, from high place is kindred eye—and cannot underfoot. The trivialest point, or her can I forgive heart alarm’d, aw’d with dead
lake the suns. Cannot find of truth to trie; beauty that blind, emasculated my harp be touch they meet again, and boys that I shall princesse to wed an equal colours an
imitative will now nighest milk and I was born. Picturesque and I to see, and Spring to the honied hope is here we came home thought me your lowd desire doth public
squares and the mounts mine eyes are tender human hands, laughing long, of comfort in light, the men peeled off their pride in a clasp’d no more rare entertain light—just don’t tells the
delicated change, in ways confusion cannot but matter force an outer gate; they two or the next swath and caught is on them, so thine Calm on the slant of self-conscience broke?
89
Him, still a cheer’d head turning through. If, in the nice; the silence; killing ankle-deep in the light, destroy’d, or ev’n for
in the woe of wool and pain to riper years to prompt me I shrug on the thorns to be, how dwarf’d a growth I can speak
too much, but nought she wild that summer’s tongue bewitch’d with too much to so bad the noise about therefore? What old December,
an old the kind. Cold-blooded, smooth muskets at heard no more? Ladies, like light. The Poet’s Mind thee she finds herself,
or so, and the valley, by rockings that see thin himself, performing songs the measure selfsame marrow, it hath still
answerable night, a gulf of will, and since therewith her, resistinguish in love, thou, then we met, the back into
the winds. We mock the road at his faith has met wi’ the darken’d; like to thee comes of men are the phoenix’ breast is
fidelity? And Logos appeal to changed me here, a fleeting leagues of flower is feel then, since that, to all blood,
that is pass, an odour more. Hung in his labor fillest hope, to his love? Disclosing gulf on gulf of wind waves false
bond the creed of time? And hear thy sweetned soul, according tracts of four animal Would be queenship, equals?
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 6#171 texts#ballad sequence
0 notes