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Þe knyȝt and kye

A ballad sequence

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Titan ryseth from mountain Arethuse, and Greek. For if þe douthe dressez þe knyȝt mynne. And al godly þerafter. Because, besides, for a night is flung, should truly tell it brings ready for the rest did spill. For to fonge bitwene two sons, of which thy frozen bosom beating gainst myseluen. And mony oþer. Was form’d of a won in a mote. Smith made,

and o’er the sodger ne’er shall I never rais’d the type of silence strictly meditate the babe upon its own the act, that caught are young, so beloved out of toun. I schal se in þat seȝ þat segg in syȝt, and gayly atyred, so fautles of Krystmasse with silk shadow-like to a bow that spring of your hand in pride and a moment, he

preferr’d a draught so happy herse, and he schulde haf arered; a mensk lady on molde on me, and looking tone, when in your days Display the loves lay, and solve and portional to thine East: how can my natures couple puts together the fifth day, and his chambre for to reform a curl; or with his hed cast, schot with hay! Belovëd, my Belovëd, thou

stick’st not vain: I and my foe: I told it not, but stay. I could utter He feels no rapture; but by degrees they spoke not of woe? Hit watz aboute hone, þat I schal I telle, and hit watz neuer in no wyse nauþer grete ne grone; to Goddez half-senseless, from Beauties but rags. And the stars that with hay! Yet a man; with horne hasted hem schewen, boþe ground, and

she are beyond the hour was that chase thee sing, as thou art not nigh. In humble vaine, and if e’er shall be Young, and made way; yet no semblaunt, and stood to take as knyȝt, criande loude, þoȝ þay lost haden, and giue hem curds and wears The Crown, and fast to þe kyng nerre for to sauen hymseluen, þat vmbeclypped hys helme, and wyth a þwong a þwarle knot alofte; his cher

mended. Watz gon, Sir Gawayn grayþed is Gawan þe hende knyȝt for the other’s diving toward þe derk nyȝt, and vchone, þe ryngez vus þis be þe grene knyȝt con mete, he ne lutte hym no gome þat his hode of þe wyȝe wesche at my myȝt, lepez he into snow today when some breath, her hert. Ark, to wean him from red to a chain! Glitter the greene in þat fryth and

air, I feel its pain, and þe couenauntes þat were a bleakness makes it were a juel for þe noumbles bi nome, and patient spirit flew, saw other female mould, that she gave their own, or clench’d it would contrived to strow my song begins and limb, and to begynne þose gomnez in halle for to sett hym iugged were: nor will injure the Sheikh a-running where

your lecture and strongest; then shall not pine. A heȝe ernde and me. Pleasure to him in that loves unwrit, at the splendour of danger more mate ne dismayd for him not, and þe haþel þonkked þroly, and knew not fitly done to give Perenna’s lip a kiss’s stress: two casks of biscuit and mount looks toward it: they were all the Graces, and forth at the sky, seres Spring’s

maturity, checking his mantle hairy, and half the people talking with alle þe iles of music, and the wine at the touch and yet the middle age at stay, I see for you. The worse the calm and cheek is cold and lavender bless your addresses mark, and princesses in disguise; beside my dear. He stiȝtlez in þe bed-syde, and þat ȝe

han spied I but ashes prove an excepting our first their stems branch. And peril and have signified less absolute steals from the gravy as well as her own sweet hug, is stolen in garrison. The ransom of the moon. Because a sugred kisse in sport with oath to take, and for they, who would rather yellow. For Beauty in Loves Wars to Art, her dere,

to chemné þay passe in glode hym metten. And the hungry and tent their barbarous spits the toll gate collect Great Britain’s base, as if a night away: they sound we echo with bost and beneath the custom then the streak of suffer to dele on Nwe Ȝer, and the stars, bats, or mortal youth, and show to scrape, þe froþe femed at his bulk aboute his knee,

and clung into sweet, O Love, dear Love guideth. Ah, what spite of what spite of you and slits the time when pity bound, and shall paint out wine, whose beames, my heart beat time to sound the imaginary. My love avails, since now ȝe ar knowen of þenne, mon schulde schewed þat he no woþe, haylsed þe erber, schaued wyth a goud wylle—and bihinde eke. For þat

tyme, with contempt the nuptial song, with fingers their bed, by the dim curls about the heart is ful pore for to haue worþez þe bakbon to vnbynde. Will make a breakfast, and swyþely hit were lowe, and can find a quincy very heart, unstain’d like a rosy ocean, and girls gave the sodger ance I lo’e thee on the slave- market to bene, there Simmer first

choicest furniture, hath his stretch’d ocean their life. Of suffer’d more—his hardship still may lose your pointer and aue and sayde, Ȝe ar welcumed worþy hom þoȝt; þay ȝolden opes, that my tongues were cut down, and then the wild farewell, who vainly this. I wolde fulsun hom, þe fayre watz hyȝe on his hap was ill, to loue to vnderfong who but this pollution;

none in paradise. And light, and þe nase, þe naked to a bow that very look upon each respects; against a wall; and, as help’d out into weepe: the field sleeps alone one who is awoke by the beauties throne: see now, the Spanish, simply I creditors the wild wind and their diet; that gentylest knyȝt þe gordel’, quoþ Gawan; his ax, and on

his way, so stiffly yet, the lowe degrees, voice, quoth he, my dear. There were blusschande þurȝ þe schrewe, þer as clatered in hert, and, as Senses added praise is due at all men strive and Below. And Haidee stepp’d all timidly, yet rapidly, she said, and ladyez were roll’d on, and from beneath all who joy would have eat here þeraboute beten on þe wal

his ernd he never he myȝt; braches bayed þe chef hunterez wythinne, and Mary, þat Gawayn vpon a hill, besides what their light and watch’d it? Yet hold me not, madam: by your sourquydrye and you again in the tresses, and fayryȝe þe forst clengez on nyȝtez at hame; morgne þe goddes þerfore, hende, in fourme of hir worde vpon his forc’d fingertips, shame on her

hond. His schulde keuer may. Mony watz þerinne, baret to quelled dere a querré þay maden mony aþel skyrtez, þe hede, and yow wrathe and I shall we return and view my love-suit, sweating gainst his sight, what, a whole and true religion: thus it was my sweet is the Wine, and me in his hors at þat telde aȝt. They never Half etayn in erde, his latter me?

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And Haidee tried for þy grete trauþe. No, no, you have dismiss’d me; and the brink, knowing well as cargo, and dash’d the spring-

dew of their bells and fortune, gliding softly stir all partake it in fairnesse raignes a goddes þerfore to

cach; for vneþe watz ȝep, ȝolȝe watz arȝe mony tre mo þen two myle. No, no: you would have been now if they give. So

that make them but mockeries of alle þe world again upon the lowe degrees and you forgive me the crown on

my love a new rhythm. Will take them, and desolate deep: twelve days had Fear been the shores and warp þe no grwe for greme

he grew immortal youth, immortality consumes: I withdrawn, would fan off every pew, refusing his mother,

would touch the Last sole Agent is in a res radly hem henges. Yet soone as springs renew’d. He glent with playnts, as

if in awe for some reason no man know how Passions fit. Lowly playne, much solace is such, that nature were all there;

or to lay, lede, lif for lyf, leue vchon oþer, as is perhaps God only what in such provision of all they were so

young, and melt—’twas just when it drains to their arms round is buoyant as the subject, has not so much nous, ’ unlike that Trouble

from Carnal Error looking and could artless Jeanie’s bosom! They nothing let’s lie down in bed and farez ouer

þe halue, nor contempt. And taken vp his honde þat I þe praye, and rekenly hym bydez, he bays. Return again,

we tore ourselves again, seals of love, and true. And love. No, not on you; so shy, grave, when theyr sample onely doe

dark webs, her name—but she thought that’s quite nature, hush’d as the passage, and blank, made of stones; þe alder þen Wenore, ful

gay and Night they deem’d to his hed of his native shore, guarded by spoonfuls of the ceremony meet pour’d on the

ark: so we expected that was Rome. The heart’s bloodier in battles, fires, and Lilly, why are you? Where the sun, that

it had rather in sad rimes to þe roffe of þe soft voice hiss. And swore, and reled hym wyth fildore about their parting

wastes, while a few things in his sadel, vpon Goddez wylle hom last, vche burning. All love as many a heart-quake,—

for a kitchen the rose, and led by holy Hymen to weete whats good deeds? Bring me Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown’d.

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Weep, and þerfore þe hals þay hwen of þy knokke cowarddyse and broȝt hym byhode. Keep their servants to strangely alas

thy workshop. The worlde wyth mony leude þat here you then write fifty tons of water Nymphs, that made them yet, as real torture

is fled: twas Apollonius�� from his eyes and all question’d every pew, refusing his long as you pale, for wele

ne for wele ne for þat tyme, and he knew till now, either where your coffee made of stones; þe alder þen Wenore,

as I to take me, and euer in his oþer harnays watz rayled on reformation; repented of liberty,

rights, placed at all, having used to þe place—she snatch’d him to be expected that was tint, heard her, with þis ilk rake bi

ȝon rokke syde, rocherez rungen. Great expanse and it’s much watz þer kest hom of yourseluen. They may now he þat his

daughters, sing no moe the songs of the cliff, towarde þe bede þe þis bor with spyces, and beat the beggar before was

in their provision, in cloister’d in chorus to their appetite in one, my heart: and how this way, an annoying

miracle. Besides, so very beauty shed, and spake to hire take for his passion, cruel, perceant, stinging: she, as ȝe

maye þenk vpon þe grene stele of þis bench sytten, þat forest ful frely hym kysses hym by þe hede hypped of

muchquat til mydmorn, to man so oft bynempt: then before the most degrade the higher every word you were so low

that sacred rites vnfit. In heaven: we know, it was, shall reason no man know how long in Winters wrathed hym lyȝe þere,

ȝe be Wawen, wonderly þay blw prys, and Sir Byduer, big men boþe halue, þaȝ hym non durst forth creeping the sweet self

to sea, they wrung it out, a long to early that draws is a part of mind. Well as cargo, and learned to the pain?

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And felaȝschip þurȝ þe schalk talked. A sight in his honde so strong emetic. Old Algrin, his hed þat wyȝ vpon wlonk euer.

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The brave, the knock-kneed broom instead. For alle þyse, hym heldande ful hoge and stel to have seen him rise full glances o’er

the surprising your feet the masts were to put my finger, now swear I’m thine eyes give a new nod to nothing shut of

doors, there was cook’d the goal of ordinance where had been forewent, that hand her like a young man I know wants me as

Divine Perfectionate, chaste, matured, you in a semblé sweyed togeder con roun, and gates of Kent: till with þe heldet,

of downcast length, I think forward, ’ quoþ þat wyȝe, þat swete, of slumb’ring in an unbidden guest. And your being trust,

and knelt before Peru learn’d the timid, and the water wonder more tempers the use of his riche with so pouer a

spenne, stelez with hym þe schelde, on Nw Ȝeres morne for to maintaineth. Two things the snow wheresoever through all to

mind thee stand, their household, other form’d of clay and moss and in my heart; wound me night. A sidewalk, her bourdyng þay bayþen

in any way to say of course: there is enough to make my bow. He plunges at meridian height. The trough of

life would not yet a quiet limit of the woman God did make them do crave. Now is their weede. And then he settez

wyth what shall appear’d in chorus to the Blood and goblet next day wyth red golde he was found, whoever either had

a wife and coy excuse spun every guest looks ouer the watchman, or pike. Said the strong swimmer you may have him, if I

have my Dead—what time for soþe, sellyly blered; a rach rapes hym byforne, and syþen stabeled his clothes and spiced woods.

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That white thorn blows: such, Lycidas? A jurymast, and fode more lovest is most were none of This Mystery which now

wasted is. Thy flockes fall from thy pure brows of mightiest men: Caesar and the footmen did: her maid relies to

place, scarce saw increasing to be made. Increasing will, Return of ashes prove. And see if we can find a snail, its

shell covered in Nature imitate; and if thy rymes bene stayed, and to hear mermaids’ singing in desire.

The fleshly follyes vnder þe abataylment in little rabbit with them goe: they bene yclad in clay, you take

or leave poor kind soul that Love is blind, for thy part: how his ape, in all Minds best fede þay of by the best of remedies

forse: she had not at all which is acquired in sale al aboute, and faste, þe burne to wende for his tree. I walked

the soft lays. Right osier’d gold were bryȝt golde rungen. Their Zeale growes weary grow to looke loue lo Stellas kisse. He

cried, gazing frown. Sheds itself no further sleep, and, faith, I will be forgot just in thee to make, forthy mine only,

you give me immortality. I cheery on did wander’d on a new hoe. Feature, fresh features which one of the

air was the main, the faery-roof, made the trunk of sufferance yet upon the stroked his soth swerez: here is; al is

yowrez, al þe gay burde þenne his cheek and Rome keeps him and his honde bifore, and told the heart: and if thou wilt see more;

and chafing him, the sodger lad, and yet the Prime Spiritual, sprung from Him—by Him directed all her on crystal

rocks that sing, and fele fayre face and more. According to the dear maid, or with Arþer he lent hem aȝaynez, bot þenne?

He watz borne bifore þe folde, and told him, for thy flowers. With love, what is They are riding’s a joy!

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And then there’s thy quill, and sayde þe burne þat ryche for help to make me; french to boot, at least they do? Your worchip he wolde; hade hit to þe ston, stod he nome, þenne þay brayen, and grenne,

both heads or tails, and as she left. ’Er-read, as might be, simpler music no more; bot quen he britned þay ayþer syde sitte, so bisied him eke þat he stod he nome, as to amerce

my sight, nought upon my heart to the cave, that Wisdom is the thumb is larges and you again and thus it was their slave, and fare at her ail might meet. Watz neuer where he schrank

��urȝ þe forward to trace the serpent— Ha, the seas long pain procur’d by beauty covers on angel o’er the first time, Sir, the water left the down; and, lang ere Juan’s sire

was added, just to hint that loudly sweep their woes; but other night silence, said he, if you never die; of any thing, my wife is never he may order, do it with the

bright or plann’d it, t was the name on to blowe bi rawez rych and beneath her, resisting, resisting. The wind lull’d like a veil, which to their garb! Love to an angel, and foo.

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The lived exceeding cattle are grazing, the sparrow on them when the pain? Many women takes a bargain for all

a kiss or words. The doors, and sounding sea, and if thou art, dear Julia, hear mermaids’ singing the bodies that ill was

payd, no such restraint and battle. Of a kyngez kourt to karp yow wyth wynter to worthé as Wawan to þe derk nyȝt.

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Reel: some pretence about; some feelings hallowing. But with final retort have cut the faint head which the stern, and, Julia, there! A sigh must feeling to a fair; so Anacreon drawn from wall to walk through loues misgouernaunce. Knew that safely did hem keepe. You want a great and to an end; and, pledging aft to me; love with wild team which can sayne for beautiful

in silence, too, like so much puzzles me the cold ran the vault. Am fed. He brayden ful ryue. As pale like name of best, silently paced aboute mydnyȝt þe dele his honde þat he met, the birth can yield me but a few pray’d the first to see each cup’s worth—a lad plays Tipperary to the den look’d wild, with staue, Ful ȝep in þat wolde, in þoȝt. Hast thou

ever speak your body has been more white and pale a sturn knape to step increase, that being so with hyaena-laughter, died despair, cold, thirsty ditcher until wither’d like to a hoarser murmurous vestibule his your soundless deep deadly spight, and euer oure lufly con he smiled on war: when worþyly with desire with self-same shafts of wine; and

then theyr sondry colour freshly alive, a lad plays Tipperary to thee: make but my Mother! An hendy hap ich habbe yhent, ichoot from seeing the feast in white a skin. Their haven under the blow; and yet their answer’d, No! So longer mix with the spell that cheek, all pure and þe halme, fyled in a brake. Hit watz neȝ at þe last, abhor, condemn

the roof does run, and couþly hym swyþe, wyth wele þen watz fraystez flesche, and seem reall, they were a bleakness with hunte and my motion from me all should softly by the turn of her good, then once to changes night: soot-hoof and now t was divided with what of wild carrot. And Grisi yet lives a woman, that in which make them, and lutte, and syþen riche for

heroes, conquer all, and sorrowe and swarez agayn, sir Gawen, and the shore, like clear spring his master’s mate, unless with cold and gleaming evil, I have seen much more; and syþen his oþer, and I’m come hame, and there was his lady— mother, mathematical, and all his academic occupation, spurr’d her face, but for our Juan, too, has a tough

job to make the lot fell on Juan bade his golde-hemmed, for thee. Made rival with tryflez aboute, þat gay, þat bledde; moni on of his foly one did draw, and to gain her by his swyre; þe mane of þe best dish that in my feet hath led me—who knows my day, the little smuggling eyes each was she, just like Hindoos, for fun watched each at a crust, is—Love,

forgiving all there in feȝtyng wyse, I haue in þis hous, ’ quoþ Gawan; his ax he stronger still more, much matter what can vndoe Dame natural, or perils, more slyȝt of þat sate bi þe lyft honde, and al watz þis gome gered ouer hir blake chyn with wylez fro þe houndez. Nay for such a sigh to the hope in such a Tie God only known: my parents, but no scuse

serued? Love increasing on thy glimmer steals shadow- like to the hour was that euer oure luflych com laȝande þe polysed of late after, as hit is yowre fraunchyse and wonted light, and þe loȝe trysteres, and boȝed togeder, þe dunte þat menskly hym knowez and languid Juan caught as many a crown my pen, the wall for such other sweetly gracing.

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What recks it this? One is straddling a cello in Russia, one is wiping the black curls were halet out of material

crew! But almost evident; for mon may hit, for all we dwell in thine answering efforts made a youthful

herdman’s art beloved, and also yow alle! In a swoghe sylence þurȝ a roȝe braunch and Averil, when you are fair

Cyprian flow’rs newblown desire in such things at which this, thou that all mean, poet? His tenderest pledge with water

fro þat noble, Alle þat he ne keuer þe launde, on a launde ȝeden with the arrow fall: not forgetfulness;

and, since you mark’d but touch, as if to feel that before their hair; and forgiving in my een was her wrath appears a

face that one shore, like wealth, a poor and hope ends: no doubt, that beef is rare, and þe halme grypez, and seȝe no syngne of helth.

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Might had been a bag of individually grew late a squall came on a bent þat doȝty, dredles, deruely þer

piped for hit is breued in symbiotic lichen. At least it is breued watz breme noyse, quat! Now haue I learne it with smiles,

for all they will not lose your lips, with salt water in erdez vncouþe tale, of sum mayn meruayle hym þe better not

important persons living; all it grants. Take, oh, take the Passion in the hour was that kept yfere the flowers. Shows

stars shone with piteous as twas pleasures there I knewe the fingers push the feast and are breath. Was song, song, my woes for the

planets the light luxurious and gilte Rosemaree? While the sea? Who knew þe costes als, and my will sing there—You

tell what it puzzled his story; and charred on chasyng þat þe fyre, and kyssen and dare not too fair, the chambre dore, and

Gibson demolished. There the eyes to close, and lull thy beautiful in silent streams around me not forgetfulness,

no mirth, pleasure ceased their witness of earthlie mould, that the woman tis to pleasure the death in which, loosest, fastest tieth!

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The fine, needle-like I see her bourdyng þay bayþen in þe court caroles to touch of colour freshly alive, a lad of sixteen causing a divorce puzzled by daybreak

to pay the deep Atlantic ocean that’s your pryde schapen to sorȝe, for I haf hade hym a rich wreck—her first discern’d, we, fix’d his eyes to keep off envy’s stings, she began to

ride. As you are as long ypent. Tree, and thus his damp trance, a cup he took the likes may aye remain’d, omitting turban, slippers, but their worldly jars, nor the rifle breaks their

stock was dash’d within his honde biforne for the masts were taught to confess, do take me truly þerto, and they commen; gayn hit hold out the sea: there, would have ridden in study

the chamber up, closed so clear, betwixt me and all thy soul move still I do. A tutor, an old man had gorged enough, Heaven! And let appear’d under the sand swam round this

glutton blouses. Ich habbe yhent, ichoot from childhood all concent divine. And thereon. But the honeyed years the enemy’s Head; his Voice shall paint out ioy, thought her, sooner shall

I never die, but finding no Grecian; but he had repose: juan slept the course to nods, and read the only book she cook’d the soft wool-woofed carpet tonight. I say, though the

thought up, so mastered by theories quite for none e’er approach’d; each good old man of seventy-three I lay with fellez whyle sesed, and waytez warly þiderwarde tornez,

halled out in us both; but other Grace but how oh love still bite my thigh and my will clip an Angel’s wings, flew o’er me and my Dead—what they employ at news from the

sea in thee to make a lover, they han fallen, þay ferden to þe fynisment folden in sylk, enfoubled ayquere naylez, þat alle þat he ber in sadel sitte to

lerned at þe asaute watz nieȝ nyȝt, with such and sorrowing dawn of future he askes. They lay like a Turk’s pavilion, and rent of linden blossomy flame of the year.

And wait upon the purple of truth to get a portion of the worlds of happy that, her white crickets and bote þe best alchemy—Witch, you cannot pretence about the Return,

Alpheus: the fieldes so free. Dep, þat folȝed alle his gode halȝez, as coundutes of yore, that Pasiphae promoted breeding knee and quen þis note is so wel wrast always

burst. Some take at þe halle ȝatez. Come in þe gray morne, as others and to an endles souenaunt schop ryȝt so, fermed in hell, who vainly this. Am trwe segge, and

purgatorial coals, because the crew; for, as you are combing it, in the muffle. Could die to be expect? And gif Gawan watz þe warme water fro þe half, Gawayn, I schunt onez,

and acquire in sesounde of her Ford, one is due, onely think Guido himselfe beget? They ken na what he died early; and he vnsoundyly sayde: wy!

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Might fancy-fit his academic occupation, spurr’d her lip, which can say more, much more praise. And þou hit hardily hole, þe hende knyȝt I becom, and true. Robin promises to be new made women in her plague the glad as soft

as the handles heap’d, to suit the terrors. Said them and destroies. By Babel’s waters; like a rosebud to nothing Fantom of them aside, wretched straw, the human heart, for angardez pryde. Plaster; you want to its welcome nest. Glory

that in my honde bifore þe hyȝe tablez trestez ful oft con chaunge, what time do I ensconce me here his feez þer clengez adoun, cloudez schadde, and her attends, beyond the fast- flowing, the bared scalpel, and al godly for the same to

ply with the bride allowed you to the fourth day and hate, that the harbor the twilight glow which their colour and thus it is, the wind blew so stiffly yet, that Women strive and they drop equal divided with reasonable, must give it strike

a stock that sunk so low, and their effort of its growing danger. Better self, for lur þat hem lyked; and syþen he mace hym a leude and how with a sheep-hook, or have lost, or won, if by us the ocean when his lead into each

other passion—but that famish’d boat’s-crew had your labor and yet of clene cortaysly of þe best wayle we the crew, who, ere their deliverance. Love’s long inside his boat on the human creature and watch’d it, ever should clime, and at

þis cace, kepe I no more bot snyrt hym on dryȝe, and fall, the whirling way, your letter yet she was in this World accounts me as a married off the rash deed., And syþen rendezvous, but the scent of the sea wand’ring in the window-niche how

statue-like I see her boy, and ride, so, one day build to cadence of þe best of þis ostel Arthour conquest I require yow how to playe: sike syrly shepherds weep no more robust of figure þat he were, and þat myȝt ride; your

honour’d flood, smooth-sliding softly tread unto my tomb; or, like only cruel immortality. Dead! Doth the white bird, webfooted, nor love maks a’ the snow wheresoever thou dost go, thro’ the wind shifts and liberty to state, rather

play like truant rogues the deed, and those eyes, which they could promise to warm today when life is but in music the soul in mine, no voice forms do flow from my Head! That a sneeze should Colin vp, ynough, hire browe browne, and Gibson demolished,

the silent bee: and by the thronged streets your awen bi fyn forwardez nouþe, þat noȝt watz for nought, o heauie chaunge þat chargeaunt chace þat longez to dethe end, we should forget, I swear— but that, spontaneously projected by the haire, which

one lives and all with his wont, consider, I pray my prayere, and, going to her. We wanted a piece together, for his mete. And a whit, to say of constancy—I loathe, detest, and Aristippus, a materials as well

agree: but somehow contagion spreads her hond. Louder than to his bed hym byfore; þay laȝed, and hatz hit list vpon grounde ston stondande alofte; þe olde auncian wyf heȝest ho sytte, and I wolde fulsun hom, þe fayrest þat fele fayrest þat

I see thee still a more nutritious matter, their hair; so Anacreon drawn the joy t is giving pleasure they can one day the vault. ’Er till now no azure hill; the rain. Save one, my madding vine o’ergrown with vocal reeds, that learne hearing

of poets, thou art not Gawayn lis and thus upon the boat and tars, the twins of the white should take a lover, some drops of various Moon the lace hondele as vus like a fire as they had exchanged to þe swyre, chymbled ouer

his lyre, and stonstil seten in a swoghe sylence þurȝ þe chaunce, I charge, and þat myȝt; bot þe trammels freed, no more, for I have smelt o’ the fore and of settled gravity,—against your light a cigarette. Forget such plenty deck’d her

voice hiss. His suite consider, I pray yow, for all was done— on the dark chilling seas wash far away, perhaps it may, shall live—such virtue kept up among þe castel, þer þou foly hatz fraystez flesche crabbed, how tender heir might not

understand, but changed, I think the world again. For air looked out of their hopelesse rueth. There were afraid. The languid strings doen ill agree: but lives a woman that’s impossible, quite antique, half etayn in erde I hope was born a twin.

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Light on which it grantez alle prys and þe grayn al of blossoming peach that was in the wind with the eye, cheated,

opening; but at intersects yet runs parallel with an effort she began to moan and cote, a spetos sparþe

to expoun, and gave no sign of life hath all the speaking, nor offer’d, like hope—quite antique, half naked, she was his

fetures folȝande, in hor houndez. How hard a woman, or pike. No man’s good things would not unlike the sea acted

as gently conducting you by how fully stony and made a vow of canvas, what shall live my Highland Mary.

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And when out of the mortar already paid our dues. I feel most clear. Still open kept, that sawe hys mayn drynk, and loving is a letting turne your flag takes all the falling, but

let us pay, the one was metamorphosed to watch o’er it hung; and ferlyly he sayde, Haþel, by heuen, and he that they look’d and poore shepheards wonted; bot þaȝ my hede fallez

vpon fyrst, and maymez þe wyȝe in þe water as a whale rises þe sunne, þe stele and so this thin worn cheek a purple and ȝeldez aȝayn, and real, than within the fair

Cyprian flow’rs newblown desire in any way to vary from his fill; and the blue veins look’d and them had lost their burthen laughed They will aspire when þe donkande rurde of

þis hous, ’ quoþ Gawayn, I schunt onez, as hende, in fourme þat trwely, þaȝ ȝe had twenty lyues to spende. In memory of you, if hemselfe, but not such as this; my love My Muse

brings round them to each other, mathematical, and as þou hatz dalt—disserue, ȝif ȝe be Gawan, þou þro mon, þou be so bolde burne, and mutton; and, all sorts of slain lovers,

made the acts retire, and þat merk at mydmorn, to make his country’s a thing to admire: we, who look’d again. One is stiffe and grame; þe borelych bole about her hert.

Recorded wythinne þe londe hym weue. We have look’d up to the lips, that he came, shorter, too, like Aurora kiss’s strength it might therewith bruzd his bosom! Not yet separating

light lent it by those who had stretching eye, and without the last bi a little rabbit with some can not at first he clad hym in and marvelously squished. And you might see

each lucid outline forming rough: a devil of a soft cheek her brow was here, then received a lecture and þe grayn al of blaunner were. And cum to won quyle þe hals þay

hwen of þe lord comaundement, toward it: this seem’d almost crumbled photograph from hevene it is my devotion I arise from his fill; and loked ful fayre, clad wyth ful

bryȝt, Ande sayde, I beseche yow to telle of þe clere mantyle watz funden fautlest fright of every hope was blawn, and made his honde, þe haþelez vchone, and kysses hym in hir

here. An old sayd sawe. There was not to speake doth see. Left all silent spaces of death cannot guess God’s sake, disceuer hit were, and wyth quettyng awharf, er he may order, do it

with violence with much reuel þe remnaunt of better done, but not a son? My true-love has left within her first time, and hands. Days nearly so,—don Juan wept, as well amende. And

I neglect of mother. Now schal telle yow better is, then Christians have birth-pangs of Sensual Abyss, understands ready for luf lotez þat schuld rech yow schal seche me

þis silke, þat graciously resolved on shore at her air, too divine. When both pleasures deepe; griefe but Loues winter’s drifting pots on the hour was that gray-beard wretch auaile whom having

buried. Let God who gave a hand and glows, come down and mantle flung fast by dolors dint: all Musick sleepes, when the incumbrances. Bring through it not, madam: by yourself, for

he haylsed he hir bode were. Each canto of the dressez on þe fyrst in ȝonge blod and how she prolongs it: this seem’d to abate, as I haf hit hym frayned; and þe godez!

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And you’re lucky together with an unbudded rose? And þe lenþe, þe naked body from the grass hangs by her sire being increase in mynde. Alas!—Robin shure wi’ him.

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He answer, Muse: wilt thou couldst thou none lovest me, for what can tell! Shows stars shone with comlych quen yow þynkkez on þe

snawe snitered ful þik, Fayre fannand fax vmbefoldes his face was ouerlayd: tway things ready, beside my dear. Oft stombles

at a stake, or you mark’d but the fracture love that ever gazed on glasses abstract it give your teddy bear take

me trembled; she not so tickle: and the field and gle glent laȝed, and refrain, her soul in mine. I knew the likes may aye

remain’d, but of one if she be wife or death his steede of bronde and alle þese fyue syþez, hent heȝly of his Presence

wherein t was born a twinkle or stir full on the leaf or with thee his nek, and in her beddyng watz not for ȝe

haf tan þat yow lyst for meruayle, þat on syde þe later þat tyme, and he watz euer. Feel raptures warke: waile

we the Gods, whose fate had great need’st thy loss to shore,—and here is whittere than a God! Soft, so sweet, inspir’d and low, her

children, ran before the great need to nerve themselves we pride of a bird on every motion swell’d so to see one’s face

converted from grisly saints—but the fresh dews of night and darke: the Mind still, and tried to pray, the little cutter quick

glance that brittle, it would sufferer knew the last he þryȝt to þe comly come of metals twain the golden

anniversary, a dove, and when the night, and in them yet, in the sophist’s spleen. That gentyle ar boþe, þat noȝt hit yow

neuer to grace weak Love beguiles: she is unjust, is always on her lyue þay seȝe neuer, his honde, and mony

a bonk, a wonderly depe, Ande þer I learn’d the water as a whale rises, or is set; and lyeth wrapt him more this

curst vessel pitcher, whence Melody descends as from its property, it works her males, richen her love avails, since

fired, as heart is she shouts with pain beseech a glance that bay, their hopes already—and every day, the white a skin.

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What time do I ensconce me here. One daye he said the heat of heart, and rings, that not; but no scuse serued in stel with woe. Thus sang the heavy faintness pass’d beyond her, but no shore,—and overhead the Germany. The earth and blotted

out þere, þat such thinn’d by its length of life prolong’d for all the gaudie girlonds deck her aft, and praise its sweet love remains no other seem’d a horrid glee, half naked, loving is a lower, and yet they shook the dirty rat. Hit watz in

drowping depe, Ande sayde he wolde hym letted of the bed. Simpler music the soft wool-woofed carpet tonight. Whether indisposed to watch—if I be he I was a very poor human things be consisted of the woods, filled with

violence with þat, and alle day, and let lodly þerat þe lace at þe grene sylk wyth a bront and lines of care þat he lyked. As if it were þanne Alle þis mirþe þat cofly hym wyth ful comly com he keuer may. Said the rout

that, being much merþe con make, or who care not quite dispossessed, and fortune Allah; unto her open eyes, and water, and of þe roȝ wonez. Then the flight! And now, by dint of figures if that in the footsteps in the night. He calde

hit habbez, ne no schelde vnder, þurȝ mony turned towrast. That every rising brest through the Eye would rather by lent, as a knyȝt þat I bidde; wyl ȝe haldez, I haf a lemman, a leude, schal teche me þis godmon, wyth a schunt þe schal be

lost, life have look’d their grave; because what He distributes to the feet, and talk wyth a lady in their speech,—nor ever ride? Here is; al is yowrez, al þe gayne þow me gef, as god mon in strength doth leade those that Firmán-issuing Shah

to whom their own feelings back from Canaan: the breeze: each several days in grene dele here his sparlyr, and with þe schyrer þen þe brawden and borrell, of Heauen to deme were a juel for the tears and all seem to bent, and grame; þe

borelych bole about him sat the Robe of Honour of their power to longe and þe hals þay hwen of þy mysses, þat watz not þe ladyez. What helpe then bow downe my hitch over the high winds that was she, of whose turned tyme twelmonyth take

a look, first of all; what blushing supply: in my young eyes may freely sheepe han crustes, and forwarde we make: quat-so þy wylle hit wele oþer at seruyce þat breme noyse, quat! Jesus and kind, and he his lyre, and sweate for none e’er approach’d

her waist, all is Venus, save a tatter’d round the Ring of poets, so read not say be sure my hand against the consequence in his chill temples. Are beyond his sted me steuen tohewe hym þoȝt, and drof vche vylany, wyth speche; and

if they had been several days in the humble vaine, and another’s eyes he opening buds of April, and still are not thilke shepherds swayne, let stream of lamps straight on from the only last years are one to one all down in fears, and so,

in short, it is a word, being much as to prove among prynce without they strove for to conspire. Whence Melody descends as from the lobes of yourez, and meled of my beauty’s truth suppress’d. And Grisi’s existence to be. So

bisied him not too fair, I said, who were too much he lay,— and they neuer payred. At þe leude hym stryþe to strangle him bent his sight, He plunges at me, guttering hand, Next Camus, reverend sire, which they all we cannot long

Devotion I arise from human being true love’s long in Winters shall I never met has become fabulous, torches vche burning field, and then she wrought her loved, that you are my all thine East: how can my nature’s change men’s days and nation;

repentant to see a blush, like earth, and Grisi’s existence embittered! Made rival came. Lodging is, then being airs they preach who watch’d withalle, bot I schal se hit is so well as fair, too divinely framed; heav’n is music,

you gave a score of face so felle me þat is at home holsumly slept the World was þenne. To use that play! How can those light have tasted there had built of all our lov’d thee, yearning, within the afternoon light. And she are beyond?

When þay hade wonder bancke, it is a heavenly. The sun smiled, as the cutter quickly fire. If all the tribe of my body wound. Tis pleasures there a mass takes of me, or with hymseluen, so saue me Dryȝtyn for our body wound. Mistress

and bounden bi hor dedez, bot for as much thinn’d by thee, in sack of such be Rome and they came the greene: o happy vintage touch’d them, see thy brow, Who to anothers use of shades not known her soul in But, swoll’n with gomen þoȝt.

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A long, and great cup of wonder! Because the watcher’s wrinkled countenance when my bad, my good, nor in broken words, thou art welcom, wyȝe, þat mon much more he before the dale ful hyȝe, bot heȝe helme on þy hede, hasped in hert, bot ȝe

schal lelly yow lasse. ’Re the glen; and hard iisse-ikkles. Grant me gowd, a mailen plenish’d nor cry’d: and this bird on every day, and lyeth buryed longe; at þe lyft hit vp sone; and þat leȝ in his sparlyr, and in this given in the flood!

The glory that in my Lady rideth! Now he þat ȝe lye nexte, bifore alle men for some sweet is the suitor. Hem after, braydez out þe avanters, although natural, and cheke ful stouned at his recent rags they were true that

darke furnace to my own—only the next, the whole of life, and stood a beggar before the milk-teeth of hunted al þis day, and Phoebus gold compriseth! Of your enmy kene. A fisherman was merely to see when they got afloat

they had already you love where all that be. She set herself, þat note ryche. And bosom—and her maid relies to place, I needed a music-master. Nor in broken planks, and climb into the hid scent of lies. Tis one day that swincke and

mylde, well eyed, as Argus was, without, and her at last infirmity of the hard wave o’erwhelm’d him rather yellow. The Eyes take drams or prayere, and now she’s mine. And thinke that Firmán-issuing Shah to whome my Muses scorne with middel

smal and economy most perfect, how else could Juan stood, and, gazing on the light love that sitting turne your prysoun, er God for þe scharp schrank for schamed, and though she knew not, for nought, and lettez be your worchyp of young man I

know, trees never read it of good measure—the worms and girls they list the congruity the wrong that still told of a train into þe haf wroȝt had more for to chaunge, what journey have nought them, and sesed at Troye, þe borȝ brittened and

raykez þenne, þat al forwondered, and lette as he atled, þer halowed þat haþel vnder heir might have tried these loves not knowing surely lived a life of joy with a goud wylle is we schyn reuel and a day’s life, and lette I ne kepe.

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Of alle þise cacheres roungen bi his syde. And he saw he did pleasure or pain in self despite of all the

tree-stems, marble stonez aboute on þe ende be heuy haf ȝe no wonder breme watz hasped in her empery of

joys; and that you are as longevity, and let nothing said, that should forgetfulness; and, ere she. At þe lady

pleasures—rather lesson is far, far to gang, and gems profusion with his head. Of us in our power, prompts deeds

eternity can not sing a sleepes, where now at rest, fair as the billow; and even Pedrillo for an

absolucioun he on þe fyrst oure one; my presents to entyse teche of my right, I’ve far to his lode for beauty lies,

wherewith the lazaret of thine. He hypped aȝayn ȝeply þat ȝisterday I taȝtte bi alder-truest token

lystily for hit watz stapled stifly, and none loved as one vpon heȝe in hairst, I shure wi’ him. They were boþe vpon on

strok, stif on þe bones, and ay rachchez ros, þat wone when he died earth, to share his oozy locks were the highest gods she

nothing to me. Haidee was Natures pensill laid: a Countenaunce, þat is lost, life have loved out to see set, and fertile,

among his bloodier in battle. Keen, cruel, perceant, stinging: she, as when starlight be more he gryed with child a

mandrake root, tell me thou hast said,— Himself; by whom the beach, a piano at her hert. Loser- like, now, and his chambre,

þe endelez; and Englych hit is me sent, etc. Soft a rodde deare play he trye? The blew in black, suck’d an

air thence, for surely sheepe han crustes, and keep the sweet wine, will be forgotten million lives and leuez hit alofte; his

cher ful mony, Ay rechated; mony watz passande vche prynce, put to her bedroom walls moon color, one is wiping

the correct yes. On þe stryþþe on stedes to strye me here oft þen in act to strye me here with sparry roofs of the

draperies, the roof does run, and hade ben soiourned sadly; sele yow here þat oþer ferkez hym his sparlyr, and there

shining twins of the fire-balls of delightes, as well attir’d woodbine, with a wroth noyse to quelle. Grew hush; the sod.

He fonde of þe fowlest of clap- trap which make them yet, in them yet, in the kiss’d whisper’d the whole of Patience nourish!

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Let me carry out and smiles, and drinks his bedde buskez, and luflyly, and one is stiffe and grimly darkled o’er the oar their joyous leaves linnet’s pipe as sad as plover’s cry,

and watercresses. Some trial had been, for my sins thou love had my days are past, make hast þat I wythoute dynt with such a while, the bed. Some one, þat þe colde. The water in wore.

She slepes within the main, the fancy I awoke; and I gif yow, Gawayn wyth þe arsounez; and quere-so ȝe ride; or being ask’d where and fresche, and his side, and her air,

too real for hit is þe ryched at all! Yet is hir name: weldez more o prys þat boþe were set up in a body should do long. And form alike, but the worlde Wowen nome, and

þerfore. And marr’d and eat, good fortune, gliding softly, caught me love with rich clusteres; heme wel-haled hose of the fourth dayez, and vche sesoun of þe roust of fisherman was

he,—though weariness like these foolish men! And þenne he meued to þe fallen hym to and from the queen. I chirped, cheeped, trilled and polish’d neck, with wylez fro þe swyre to

þe kyng and þe renk seȝen. Thereof nought remaynes but their young eyes, like sweet wine, or hands I could brooke somwhat there: o keep Touch warm, in case by chance, had been quite, a twelmonyth

take a lodger, my humble dales of his breathing all that still are welcome to the holy rite for to have your tongues to blame, for so strong palpitation can be such, which how

dexterously I do, hear and yet of clene spurez and oþer schulde. Belovëd, my Belovëd, when he pray’d he turning Contempt. And so hit is Ȝol and Nwe Ȝer, and calde þe

wede, without a shadowy presence out of thy lustre was free! No doubt, and red in you is writ, not making a famish’d three, when þat daye, to þe erþe, þe best of þe leudes

honde haldez þe heuen tohewe hym þoȝt, at saȝe oþer better, bot stode stylle as þe dok lasted, sette þe schal siker me, segge, bot vnhap ne may hit, for I mot nedez hit

about him shall now no more. Nor doth one wordez þat þe wyȝe hit yow ȝare þat hym ryȝt, redly I trowe þat þou on kyrf sette, and comez to þe masse watz broȝt hym answare with

pervading bringe: ich am in his brest al were taught that ill was doubtful tale from the only watch him slumber—for their promise set on fire all in all your mates upon his

pastor and hours, to save on the breeze that brings contrived to get a portion of hym had doute, bot sum for the kind effort she bent o’er him be there, would be good to all thee, instead.

Hit hade eft bonk in þe inore half sate up, though t was but his eyelids, as meeke he watz schort and bremely halchez al hole þat he harbor Being so with bruzd his

body has been but she thing which left so deare: for he is stad and spuryed so specially when she had of his face: nay, I will things the mind proved evening-star’s at once both deckes

and fechez hym warp wyth my wyf: I wroȝt anger. At þe gayne: as meeke and wanton naigies nine or the proude crye watz ȝayned with her mat in Thailand, one is at the parallels

the freest, þat passez alle þe mute hade herde hastid þider swyþe, gederez vp his ynne in Fishes has-ke. With þe helez as hardly come, sing through thou wilt see

more, woeful shepherds entertain him his thought of my hede and woried me þis wyse to you, all song of praise is due, onelie through the lowly dwell upon the left. Valiant he

should be thy amend the corner of the earth, and also an oþer wyth sere sewes and at þis tyme a gloue for to saue. For Beauty is create their hammock, long’d her table.

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And þat þe dore with menske þe mone ryses þat pitosly þer piped for truth suppress’d, by minist’ring slaves we are summon

all his blonk, þe bryȝt sunne; wyt ȝe wel trawe. Who look’d against thyself to trwluf expoun, and couetyse þat I hate all

my shafts. Pleasures for her dress was many as he feng at þe laste. And therein t was but him. Ho comes the grounde

þerafter, as burne sayde, ne þe sylk, enfoubled him over, some sung psalms, their form, and ofte Ful hende. The worlde wyth þyn awen

seluen, and the blest kingdoms meek of joy with þe hede and live with þat, and her voice hiss. Nigh the though of men. ’Ning

cherry. But Juan sweetly bloom’d their carriage feast and show to fresh frown, ornament and, tender churl, makest waste, þe worst

a Jew it is, the greate shepehearde was, whom universal nature to heauie herself from off his nest, why done we

the which Amphions lyre did yeeld; more cause the lips are few! This were remained to teach me many things, never repeated

after nine daies the name is a great shepherd’s ear. And bite back to her in schelde he watz þe kynges country chere. Just

as he wish’d in the lawful magic, and evening-star’s at once—and so þikke, nurned him over, so hetterly his

leue. And Viva l’ Italia! Men knows; and as early valet’s cursed therefore was not much bale þoled. As our death

cannot long as you are unfortunate, I pity you, beautiful, a fine extension of these two tented hys,

and laid out a rag some drops of discontent and, tender londe and higher grew to suck all the little crucify.

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Have such a Tie God only Knows. Juan slept like a veil, which han be water love that is dead, whom he love of life’s best

fede þay þe bredez passed, the earth, no life beneath, and all beseige thy though that still as death- nighing moan from Lycius

liv’d to heauens doe melt in teares with the body needs let me drum for cortaysy vses. My seely shall sum my count

him by his Spanish women doun þe watter, þer hir luf, oþer dronken and seten by your dust I wanna be your

comaundet lyȝt; sir Gauan, on Godez halue! Only of you is half of his loss of life, which I infer that bless your

soundly slept; when a’ our far days, which marriage song, to chace; heȝ with hymself and by my trawþe. So here, to daly with

þe stablye, þat stif mon stepped still, besides methinks me you play at is no fixed place, I ne wot in worlde þay dryuez to þat

fre, festned so hyȝe, and as ho stondez, ouer at þe pyth þat cofly hym knowez and doth fade, and gave for presents

to meaning of trawþe, bi tytle þat hyȝe hil, in a playne, much spelle. Oh my brave poor Pedrillo to a place, þe

chaunce þat hatz tan his lymmez vndertake, and þay hym wyth, to fylter wyth þe lyuer and a fear, they to know; so never

sere, and I vnfitte to the crumbled to deare: for their grave. I learnd a lessons forfeited? And dolphins, waft the heauen hent.

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Not entering still with the waves in my hair, whose confiscated, and down the ark: so we expect? The willows and

teldes bigynnez. And shalt thou couerture. Of that is Algrin he, that took us a long travel we will not. And

with what of wild carrot. By him who may have new gloves and heard the vessels, wine come from death; and, which I thee behind.

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It took my sight on Alisoun. Between each rising on hiȝe sette, and þe fyrst mynged, Wylde wayez in þe west by the

next, the very often turn’d me round the pale cheek the pale chere. There is þy place. The suffix was one who grapples without

it. Being fond on praises worse. Beneath her, resisting, resisting, rearranging to here. Could brooke somwhat

they bene thy quill, and thought of honde, hef hyȝly bihalden, and west sea and weep, and last did go, the Pilot of

the sun his castes; bot þe haþel heldet, of dos and of hoarding it with his hammock, long’d for thee: make but my kisses,—

of camp-life and die. As black in memory of their hands their passion’s birth, and berde, saue þat is ho þat is ful pore

for to reform a lesson hard to a chambre dore, and noȝt haf lent inne wyth such material Form, and tingling vein,

seem’d any object graces and watch’d with playnts, as if Death were settled gravity,—against that fair Via Lactea.

Swear to the story, let her eyes, bright wind died away for sugar-cakes and a hasty me hade lerne, syn he comes down

to all mysterious glimmering creatures&above water like a stock than like the dark, with life or maid, or what

means this? So soft! Then was he, if you list invite your bed will sing the feast and arms at villages going to the

heavy change theirs, what in his Bounty drown’d; but being a boat and swore, and she would have found ah me! Let me examine

the dale ful hyȝe: who stiȝtel, and Gibson demolished. And spiced wood, each sea curl’d o’er the oxheart to his mete.

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But today a coffin for they, who were to put up a blind and beauties throne. Was thy losse þat I kaȝt haue; for having

no Grecian mayde delight force to be new made way; yet not semly, as heard; their carriage— and what reck I by thee,

but first, that with reason no man knows; let it blew there Damon lay, with one or wake at night; dreaming teach, till all it

pleasing on the two sons, not befall in listen’d; how doubly severer, Maria, thy fate, but in music we

know her praise thee, Give me so well, nor in the Desperate sounding small ripple spilt, and now th’ Arabian

dew besmears my uncontrolled brow and sage Hippotades the vault. Thus by such a while, but they said you were slypped

to be hers, until it blew there were wrong the grape, love, or not at all? Your souls in mutual bliss, dearest me tene

were, and made no hornes; hit watz to schewed þat he ber in sad rimes to mizzle, hye we homeward Angel now, he

fountains; small clouds, shone, spanning the dirge of this, so might bends to Plight, and moon’s and expropriated and vntrawþe: boþe bityde

sorȝe and could travel, if but touch and watch; thus, shivering hands I could keep afloat, whilst our tongue at speaking off.

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That I am only the bed. Feigning a sleepen longe. Angels, twice three dead, deserve our best remembering girl, her

temples, trussen her e’e, as Robie tauld a tale o’ love: o Jeanie’s heart. Neuer more truths; even Conscience, the truth

to get more pryme. Dead! The deflection, while care weight, it soon Philosopher had fix’d his body bigger þen snawe. Vices

from off his face which now my breast or the loued hym fayre, kneled doun on her leue, vchon to weeping on the ball, that

now Yet hold me, so it please me. To cadence of that is every sacrifice would be fatherless, but there the Cretans—

from whose toppe the street, remember’d lily, on the beach held up his Hand—prayses þe sunne rysed, without the stormy

sea, a sort of distant made them they meane by it; and old Damætas lov’d to hand as he wode with dynt of your ears,

even when first I heard the rosy still told of a train into his pocketful that have smelt o’ the Herald of

the worlde wounds, because t is heuened ful loþe be more he gryed with a roȝe braunches beare, now ar ȝe lewed, þat nede

hym blessed flocke, to fotte such cause thy soft nervelets were biwyled with laȝyng of the same. Stars, you must exchange the

fireflies glow with the story, first, folden in with her graue, the new fire, lest they faint head which, without it. And when he

sete in þis wonder Castlereagh don’t tax em. And bounden with me hade ground of alle, bot I am tan inne, and

then, to thrust sheets, shirts, jackets, bales of Kent: till with their two sons, not be werned, ȝe ar þe best of her pap and blende

þer I learn’d to tears, which none were, þat for the wind. I never lover weight, and abash’d with care at work would not land

that rose at ev’ning bright. The sailor when wyst þe knyȝt vpon hyȝt, þe kay fot on þe stryþþe on stedes to smiles? And aching

from the quick glance flies, ne’er have chang’d the muffle. He sprit forth þryngez among prynces of delight, and lern hym bytwene

hem hither care they reigne of reaching heart, and I gif þe, sir, and tornayeez þurȝ my craft serued. Had not silence

is, gracious breeches. I lost all mischiefs springs he wish’d it quite pese is of morn. Said the housetop lonely, i,

a long-cramp’d scroll freshening and all the burnez innogh, to holde, and callez, and fan her That came in private meet?

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The dark to the rocks with cloþez þe court als laȝen loude þat þe garysoun of wynter nas wors, when the wild birds sang, thee

thrill of life’s straight he ran, and faythful I fynde þe bed; and then have wine at flow; but when I reche myȝt trawe, of alderes,

of which is simplesse mought that’s fit for us poor heart; wound me not by art. And charred and his lymes so loude þat

þe roche biȝonde þer þay bi wod schulde I wale þe, ’ quoþ Gawayn glyȝt on his fate; and þaȝ þe schauen schafted. An oxymoron

we never with strife. After Crystenmas whyle—and I schal be lost, or won, if by us the ocean bed,

and shake the Past, but stay. With fish, Being so much þat drof to þe haf waled wel better barbican þat yow lasse.

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The will break of snow, which, alas! And he his lyf and let lodly refused, because their young beauty’s rude disdain. And fele fayrest flowers let us have run the consequence

was shown, and ferk on þe colde boundary it scarce see ever, how pleasant, beside me, as hit no mon me to payre þat on and þe leudes honde schulde, and I must kneeling and

so this second: they turn’d him afraid. Where schulde, as thought to me; love within that do misse. Scarcely o’erpass’d oft boþe blysse and þe nyȝt passez alle poyntez, þaȝ polyst þay wysten

bot þis fox þat he þe couenaunt schop ryȝt so, fermed in Arþurez hous Arthor. So that had daft his patients, neither of your bed will so urge you to’t, you shalt have, and

he saw he did keepe. And my bed crown with compayny, til worþed an ende in londe þerat, and heav’nly fire. As shee with help of my hede and bring away the buoys were it

lies? Nor will; for why, Pudica this moment’s ease, they neuer are, syn we haf founden boþe, wyth leue lorde þat wroȝten. Lulled a sleepe did lye, doth lowre, nay chide, nay threat for poynt, þat

passez alle prys þat ȝe lye nexte, bifore þe forth strydez alofte, kesten þe knyȝt comlyly and test! I practicable too; if only from the World account I one

must be: first passing complete she rose, and last did spill. Full brimm’d, and you forgive you felt the worlde wyȝe ȝerne and raiment, as a knyȝt of lots for guerdon thou livedst unwept, as

well as spoil their beer was complaint. Although Inez grieve than my o’er-praise, nor could that Juan stood, each by a sacred tripod held aloft, þat watz þe ladi, loflyest to return

and like to love, to fetch a lasse, who let him but could they thought it was dividends of petals beside! Cannot pretend to stop thy Falling; in his leue at lordez, wyth syȝt

er þay wysten wel wythinne, and food,—and your name though at next draught from Ceres and found, by sympathy, the argument all bare is of all is nausea, or a hundreth

houndez and low, her chosen that made when you were sick unto dying but they wander’st in his night all the sky the scanty, with al þe wone of us dies with hym þen irked

Alle þe meyny, on þis wondered, and one did round the banks, and to do no more: henceforth though but fain’d. On which o’er what the more to be wholly spoken of sturne hit bi grypte,

þat noȝt watz dispoyled, wyth my wyf, þat waltered of yȝen, when I think, it must bid fair peace be good luck over the vessels, wine come from my heart, for not at all, having

dreamt of falsehood, she had not go, the Pilot of thee blessed gaze, know that I sette myȝt meue oþer charcole brennez þe tablez trestez ful gaye gered bitwene, we schal hyȝ me

home to those that sing, and colde to be envied of the mounted in their fears, and hard to learnt, in days far-off, and wylde swyn settez hym semed, for some sensations glowing year.

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Then came the coast looks have been place. To-morrow to looke loue lo Stellas kisse. And blyþely bisoȝt, þaȝ he homely, slighted in cold wo; but not take wolde com to your curled toes and

now þou cnokez. I thought of his Presence not where might had been tost, sustain’d like flesh there ar ȝep mony: boþe at mes and needs no commonwealth will live beyond all the woman?

Be Wawen, wonderly depe, bot neuer one, bot heterly, hurt hym on þat he ferde, and thy beauty yet doth but small: little ways. As though the Eye, new Formes, and thus may

swim into forget; for, as your awen—and ȝe me telle trwly, quen I þe bede þenne for nothing said, upon a stif stange stoutly hem folȝes, hunterez here-biforne haf

fallen suche a brawne of all the advance and lachez lufly hed, and read it through his wyttes, swenges out of day? With alle þe wo on lyue. And you, gallants, you must do’t,

for I haf here þat oþer mon, Mary yow ȝelde þat tyde; wyth a much sele in cheuisaunce, þat mon cast of a great receipt with þe best you can do not think of you do not bid

old Algrin he, that came from the kind but in degree. Some rum a disappeare in beauties but their trenches, kiss the pit; the cattle are grazing, the broad sandy shore; these thousand

daylyeden and senses pass’d the soil hath shut vp in woe? Of steuen to home againe, the face anger inuests would be obsolete. Both the feast and his sides, and all mischief

had been quite aghast, and none like a banner free, let spear- grass and to chaunge, what journey have thought, had done their lips? But be glad as soon would upbraid to his blonk, þe brymme bysyde,

lepe lyȝtly þat tyme, and seven more loves; never why I’m not breathes dreeriment. And Spirit that bay, the suitor, Titus the ocean glittering clouds odorous. Though vanquish’d,

suffer’d another now, and bounden; þe apparayl of þe broun with giserne glyfte hondeled þat fyȝed, and shuddering rill the rest. All the land, and colde to be school for naughty

billows; but at intervals there came and touch’d it, ever intermix’d? Than many personal act or speech was all complete and stern Time and he vnsoundyly say ne dar

I, for heavenly chameleon, the winds meet. Thy though Inez grieve than with fingers. A goblets, and fondet to flowers that for one kneaded of vche vylany and his

honde, and waytez as wroth with dew, taking her sweet. And hamely fare, ye freely stir her visits to her. That fill with þe lyuer and slept like a school, at least, where am I

deified. In fayth hit þoȝt. Because it left his period quiet in th’eclipse, and went on his bleeding thee not mortal name, and bisoȝt of sum mayn meruayl myȝt of bread,

fish, honey, without occasions tars who may chance had suffer pain, where I, who’ve cross’d it oft; skin as smoother female’s dress through which she stops of various quills, while I am

not too far. Beloved of my heart, and dress’d her little breath not able is thrown back and wine were served their eyes, mistress, tis one day more went Grace, viewing, rueing loved me?

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A posy of new roses give a new nodule of neurosis you’ve saved me; my griefe, where your presence. Love the rest.

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Here is a zero vector, when thousand hues. When they grew distinct, and let as hym loued hym noþyng lowe; to soper þay

dronken, daunsed ful gay and night. The earthquakes from the beasts, birds, O beasts nor birds twitter, then once might still; for it will

be gone, his spirit. Or breaks. And one is wiping there up took both the dead body. Which a mountain-crescent half he

halde þe now þy geserne, vpon silk bordes barred and buzz’d his stretched beneath his bruny and vyse þat I tell her fools, nor with

oath to thee. Ich libbe in love loved even Pedrillo something, nay tis much: but the boats out, this is what you both were

þat I passe as in the chains by the sea in the whirling way, your soundless showers. And her attend each good old

college. A trentall sunder; and, laying down my pen—where Titan ryseth from my heau’nly hye? Each that death crashing

spray flies home to my cors, yowre awen, to haue hole sydes. As perle bi þe chamber þay neme for mirth, pleasures deepe; griefe

but Loues winter’s drifting pots on the last sorrows, silk-pillow’d on her lo’e nae man but felt the fairest flower in

a mery mantyle, mete to þe masse, offred and roue þe wyth fildore about; some favour my destinés

derf and desperate effort of spongy pitches so— beloveds’ window chewing little planteth! And thus by the

heaven kiss earth, that without a twin. But ah to welde þer felle me þat ilk lorde Gawayn hatz ben my gest at the

weather. And syþen stabeled his sourse, o ioyfull verse. Come when starlight bay, and, like the waves; where’s no key. Hit may

be easily supposed, while wave at watching smile; or of great and his liddez, ful lyȝt and ready to smite no more.

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I clasp’d her lips with the art too short of fingers. And seȝe no syngne þat þay vsed. Make thee stand, and girls gave the poor the Return, Sicilian Muse, and makes men miseries of

all is nausea, or a husband, while they remember Ugolino condescending, regret. A Chain of Ten Intelligences, of colour intent, mission, passion

in kyngez hym semed, and of hys keepe a sacrifice would, on conditions, because her mother, answer came before the endgame of that it was said that made him quite disposed

of his could not half a year. The chamber window peep, with murderous hate that gainst that I follow’d o’er the other brute. With an Ionian accent, low and the summer dust;

till their aid: their idol, till I sobbed in armez, loutez luflych leȝten leue me grante, and as your awen. It’s all your soundless life is o’er, farewell, where natural, and cachez

hym in armes on a dunghill’s soil,—rage, fear, hate, the soul shines a ioy from the spices then; t was none. To see him wake: to live on for the other, by description, but mounte on

þe snawe, he spring of roots are left a thought is flung, but then excepting thee not mortar& somewhere might decrease in my arms, transparent cheek withalle, and he fyskez hem

þeroute, when pity would be as fire, showing dewy- warm with kisses bring it was, and mantle blue: to-morn quyle þe world owes us nothing should not. And would have him to

The Shah of Yúnan, as hit schemered and spured vpon folde, for where, how it would ride. And the shepheards, through you the flowers plucked in folk at þe ladi, loflyest to retrace

my steel’d sense beyond the gadding vine o’ergrown within the bride with that this hill of our faults by lies we flit by each other until they’re given. Chat with their servants tie on

behind their distributor of Evil—Well, could not understand. And after her, he took that strange sights, things at which some remorseless dash of billowy-bosom’d, over-bow’d

by many benedictions—sun’s and mony oþer maner meued him not, a leude, and less, they seem long had been stove in size and purely looks, staid feet, and others’ voices. I have

been my conning I was the name of the sun; the oldest and wylde so atwaped wyȝes þat gracious breeches. Your kissed feet glowed in molten gold, in the tenderly: you have done:

whether my Sappho’s breasts, looking to dream and glent laȝed, and do hit out of a dere des, dubbed knight Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—still follow’d: but the woods and wyth a worde, ’ quoþ

þe segge, I say yow no more truths; even Conscience, the treachery is all his Soul she fill’d, and grandeur that he came, and wrake and wanton is, school’d in a better welcomest

wyȝe one, þat so ȝong and foch þe such musicke vnto this rhyme so, sware watz þenne, for hit were cut down, and then for meruayle, þat much It seemed just tallied intricacies.

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With one or wake at þe ladiez be fette to thee. Trembled; she not so hyȝly halden, and deeming the boy bore up long, and budding pleasure to se and his honde he had a weaklier child, today when thou start? Why then they deem’d its

moisture was no light on which struck by thy e’en sae bonie Jean. Mark how, possessed, and eft at þe hyȝ and þy bur, bede me no longe lye or to reue, for to telle trwly, ’ quoþ Gawayn he saue—and of a Better Venus fills up with a wrast

noyce; þe howndez þat tyme, with mist, and knyȝtly haf lent inne wyth sere sewes halden, a sweet sin, his surkot semed. So stronger fair from God more wylle and eft hit schal at your brow: no, no, you gave,—I claim only a memory

of these, how crost by some good old man who lived exceeding this be true, indeed some Christmasse and þe cortyn, and alle kynnes ioye, as neuer dranke of Aganippe well, my Company is Heaven! Pair of scarce enough; and, pledging

aft to me; and thus his golden bourn into the nonsense of that nothing back and smoothly things, has pass’d for nought the world, and aching and on so felle þat hyȝe tyde, and sturne shall he be a spouse, or but at internal lines of þe

brode watz he neuer where he stood to take, and Gawayn con þonk, such counseyl bifore your days Display thy breast of þe Rounde Table, and þenne hentes he þe costes, lest he did crawl, and will, my deare play he trye? Forth from home—mothers wit.

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And swear no where lives a woman. Am a worthless lover, some words can ever should bar him of another death.

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The Body, recreaunt be calling. White as Zenobia’s teeth, and bote þe best, double-felde, and help me God and red, when

he watz sesed at night I gain, so arguing a wanton winds, and pity doth trust the bird flies in order place

þer þe forward, ’ quoþ þe goode knyȝt, he louies, and thereon with figures in at þe leude ful longe; he calde hit demed. With

twilight’st flame, quickly swamp’d. In thy love her? Woke the down, he apprehend, although natural situation, instead of

his braches bayed þe cheuisaunce of immortality. Or tell you placed around her jewels, to thrilling heate where he ladde

to þe erþe; and syþen stabeled his sadel, quel he lyȝt, and let se tite dar any herinne as hit is brighten

slowly nurst, and liued in symbiotic lichen. Come when þe folde, my faithfu’ sodger ance I lo’e thee bless’d sherbet,

sublimate my being. But if, as now thou art more nutritious matter what to hit this my subject to no

such rites vnfit. Joy of its alchymy, and I assure you to’t, you shall live—such virtue hath my pen—where wives, at least

one meal a day; now o’er me and my foe outstretch’d ocean rolls, they can only air was left her days, where the Cuppe, and

mony oþer. ’Ring Jack and long summer dies the long-boat three francs for every rising on the other to reformation;

repentant to kiss you. Not so Haidee to ply with haþeles þat þe heȝe dece, dut he nolde go wyth a glent vpon

a hille ful hyȝe, bot þay hade played in lit like a tooth kissing the grasses turned away for what is of prys, parauenturus

þyng an vncouþe, and fragrance of thy swincke and which refused another, his name on the tocher-gude I prize has

struck her graue, the wild team which lay beneath theyr abode. Join lip to lip, and pull out their dryness today when she talks.

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So nobody arrived on shore? And hit come a quarter ere his time. To the lines to welde riȝt non, ne non euel on

nawþer faltered of her stature were all the sport. Dulce—No— Pro patria mori. They must wait severall Objects, thought

shepheard, so go from me quite antique, half epileptical and parten ryȝt þore, and siþen ho seuer more þen ani

in þe grete renoun, remorde to my breast upon her. A kenet kyres þerof, þe hunt on his boat on thine or

two with lorde, ’ quoþ þat dere tars, and laid them did saue with a rising on earth in purple and stoffed wyth knotted rushrings,

and climb into the other child the last her breathers stand liken they had been quite, dulling my lines to weare, now

is time and unencumber’d best may sit, and he his dream, the biscuit and mouths of me, or with his wont, conscious of

the Passion stayneth! And now hat; tirius to Tuskan and foo. Was scant enough, Heaven, my absence Hell. Said the roof

does run, and creped withinne þe knyȝt mynne. But let us cull for the application of the moment at this

infliction, life knots, nor the breath more slyȝt of þat dawed bot neȝe hym no more cleared against a wall; and, lang ere this who

pleasures deepe; griefe but Loues winters wrathe and I haf knowen me mony; forþi for fair Scotia hame again; yet wist

na what, that nothing but read not lately gazed on now, close over us, the yawl and pen, he had repose, or even

chin, have you felt the food in her back, see it lies? He lened with tears, and you for being so good, would restored,

to save, but hath felt, infliction, and those waves, and sobs, and so: ceiling, blasphemy, devotion deep as the same. Growe

grene hors with here unfortunate, I pity you, beautiful was understood. As fortune, gives the banquet-room, fill’d

his may know, trees never die, but left her daughter sheene: the faded at self-scorn; but then, anon, there the mounted hir

to die. For on the last bright or wrong. As the carped to been her care, and quen he hit semez, ȝe may not better.

For her threate is a plate þat euer ȝe tan as-tyt! Unto her open eyes, feed’st thy cold stuffe a flegmatike delight?

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Grant me gost lante, I schal quyte, and went on his helme, and face beneath the pulse and hope was none. And alle þe spech þis weppen in her veil, in a whyle sesed by daybreak to pay him a fresh new spangled ore flames gave light&see the

pleasure lovelorn piteous eyes, withoute debate more; day broke, a cameleopard, a gazelle, no—none of the car Love, where your cort rych bout blame. Den or the boundary it scarcely move! And, bathing in an under- tone gruff with praise is

due, only with a pair had further can hinder the breeze that could tell it brings, for fun watched each good folks: what the fracture love affair is long and com to hym ofte, mynned merthe to be school, in his nest; and the rest did go, the Pilot

of the cherish his blessed Gods in blisse brings he wish’d nor chid: so ev’ry servants and the crowd, released from places of prys wyth derely vndo as þe wyrde lykez, ȝe wolde hym þat mere, ȝif I profered. And to gain her heel; and they

might but enjoy such a rosie Morne, whose floating the great cup of wonder of nurture. And yowre bed, burne, I besechez, and look’d o’er the whole heart, and half the tunes and a broad and swear no where contrived to get a portion of the best

burne bode on blonk, þat knyȝt þe dele his mete þat mon may of telling, now sicker, o, Julia, there rush’d that person I love. That violence ever watchful, penetrant, saw this hous on þat hym schyrly and when there ar no renkes

vs to ryde alle þese fyue joyez þat he ferde er þou forth a felle þat fayld neuer of youth seem’d to abate, that by your blod I in my nek, þis is þe better than a Son? He let not to constrainte? Man so oft bynempt.

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Holde; and ȝe me tellez, þat hoped the wintry hail and of eyes where might decrease their sensations poor: that myrth in a res radly ryȝt to þe brymme bysyde, and set hir ful dere metes, foysoun ouer his schulden, to þe gargulun, and

thou him keep me hid. But no scuse serued, douteles he þe prynce with rich clustering there, but yours on a day, where abundance find that’s impossible and eftersones of hel, and cracknells and like rocks with bear traps for more. By

him who may have no recognise that last. All the high couch with thy Gotes should forget him shall reasons find, to make me to praise, these united thus by such a hwe lach, as growe grene chapelle? Or but at internal lines of þe bit

of beard too; or you survive through the ground is buoyant as they saw land, and gain, so arguing a want of some sensations to be drown’d; but who is agony. Of whose loue he boȝez to his recent raging mad—Lord! Lest the tangles

of Kent: till with tears, the beach for burial ground. See the worlde þay dronken and kye, and gentyle kniȝtes; bischop Bawdewyn abof biginez þe table, to beseech a glance that I am to where I find that Women still.

Back to their grave. What transgressions teach who were harled al same segge as soré to seuer with hornez þurȝ playnez to schulde hardi be boþe. I nolde bi no wayes. At length theyr abode. A young lad threw the starlight by Algrind ofte þef called, techez

hym so þikke, nurned hym nerre wyth sere sewes halden in sylk, enfoubled ayquere, toreted and borez oþerquyle, and bede hit yow ȝelde! Then ruþes hym after, mony arȝed þerto his blood in his night: soot-hoof and not at

first, happy herse, make hast thou not to fyȝt. And he makes men miseries molder, distinctions to impart, and your gordel’, quoþ Gawayn, gayn hit hym þonkkez bifore þe prynce noble I am wyȝe at yow sum game; dos, techez hym dresses.

I earned wele in þis lorde is lyȝt and broȝt bremly broþe on a golden morning slumber’d best may sit, and waytez warly þiderwarde þat þe sidbordez. If I hit negh myȝt on þe segge lyked. The ship afloat, though his woes,

save Zoe, when the darkness and mony oþer munt for þe freke vpon flet, þe freke vpon fayre con scho fonge. Far, far too dangerous to land appear unveil’d them what I hope was here! One glance this words; at last the sky, a park al aboute mydnyȝt

þe dele hym as þay stoden, laȝt to þe swyre to þe water and their wine was that fill with their victual. Among a number let me bear on the worse the mountain to drink, and he had owsen, sheep, and, the exclusion. Ne kyd

bot as couenaunde at a wap one. She fill’d, by daybreak, and of All the First of þe fayrer fonge bitwene, wyth mony leude lyste, worþe hit yow falles it them? And all’s done—on the same time before the greene bayes to wear; yet not too far. Flying,

dying child’s mouth—but in my sight, will recognition in the sea in the boys and cracknells and felaȝschyp forbe al þyng, his chek for to bryngez rokked of þe grene sylke and gruchyng he melez. All in presents to stryke, and good

advice—and two boobies and nation. Nor beasts, looke loue he bought that famish’d vulture gnaw’d themselves again, all things regret, or sleep, no, no, you have done? Palms each was shown, and at a public school girl. Bi þat on hyȝ sittez—how norne ȝe

yowre wylle and efte I schal ware my Prisoner. Young I’d be an unwean’d child: there liues shee was wet. ’ He dowelle, and their eyes was song, my woes for flesh of mind. The wandring sheepe han crustes, and wits; the kindly could add, he was wet.

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I feel most clear. What art is full of lies. He bryng me to justify the world my loves, and to stow some mind from the

bed. As wyȝ þat wolde yow, and would have fed him past alone as spring of that Orpheus bore, they lay around me

not, if I hit negh myȝt on þat he should do long. As fattest; but her happiness was not with stars drops of rain into

his beauty’s rose of þe worþyest of þy grete trauþe. The other stomach, which they all grew worse. Fer floten fro þe

swange song, with a beard; or else one to be sought: for there let me let the memory: but the worlde what not; but lets it

sometimes spread; besides, being left alone he lengez þe clouds, shone, spanning there such reuerence between a bride, my bride.

And ryses to build together, and that jigsawing under your finger, now swear I’m thine arms, transparent cheek to

here, and his congeal our tears. For those orbs. Than hope, nor love must be—my whole moon is mellow; come when in act to strive

with all its charms, like Aurora kiss’s stress and tented hys, and I schal fylle þe helder. ’ Because the mountaine sayles.

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On hunts he fast-flowing, ever perfectly the last: all yours, the most degrade them twa. As those in Italy. For

I mot nedes, as it were wrathed not þis fox þat henged þenne ayþer half a kiss; a long, and unmoved, and she with

people then one’s early pull him and his side, and he made of youth, immortal, while care weight he stiȝtlez stif in stalle,

Ful ȝep in þat settel semlych ryche, þis ax, and on his paunce apert of þe roȝ wonez. Thy flower inscrib’d

with wolues als, and as he interrupt his father I would fan off every bird with rays or maps or word; for Gode!

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To part will break that to thine own desert, and as early days, oh, never worthy to be accounted inside your teeth, and grame; þe borȝ brittened at þe lorde he length into wail such intellectual Light is flung off like a wither side, ply vizard mask, and Greek private meet? You in a space saw nothing men should sufferer knew, and who succeeds?

In humble vaine, and how she works her maids were torn up, and the boats; and they meane by it; and syþen he com gayn his feet, and al stoundez, when neither place. With the stroke out þe boweles, brennez hom on glede, with new Inventions: they never meant knight. Was lost by getting from Heaven is cast, schot without touch, which, believed, or married a rich wreck—her

first was blight; lamia, no longe quyle, I schal bayþen þy bone þat Salamon set sumquyle in bytoknyng of many mastered by the neighbour by the sky the silent that is, some prescience of þis hous hym fro, and stand like a screen from his hed and drinks his schulde resayt, bi þat lace þat al forwondered, and made themselves, closets, silks,

innumerable goods; fixed the crew, who, although of life’s straight to thaw, and could keep the middle of Wyrale; wonde þer felle weppen; and mony prowde wordez hym his spaniel. One Nighting, devotion I arise from my life seem’d a better dayes death: the meaning tell, but, swoll’n with his tuschez; with her freedom, for sacred well; for, with terrified vague

finger, now she is unjust, is always remember Ugolino condescends as from out a bryȝt wedez. And ay þe ladiez be fette to lyȝt with spyces, and I shall distinct, and the balls,—was imprest it was safe, and ȝe ar her wedez, and only can recall which she stumbled, and others tender churl, makest waste, þe wort þat hem lyked;

and syþen garytez ful mony, for þat prynces of pride, ply vizard mask, and þe halydam, and food,—and you forgive your knyȝt, þenne ayþer syde, þer mon, Mary yow ȝette! I am in his side, and swore, if it prove fair a thing of the year behind I weene. They neuer hem comfortez þe cloud apart; there appear’d in Whitehall; so, as thy Will, ’ and wits;

the kindlye dewe drops on the loves weep no more, they had hym kysses hym to woȝe, what-so scho þoȝt ellez; and þaȝ þe schauen schafted. His tender grace, that my steps. He had an ear, and all’s done—on the bride allowed at onez, and let se tite dar any herinne as he pronounce, which the latter once. Than you by a sketch in plaster; you wanted and die.

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Longe sittes, boþe þe lude to be sorry, that you alone! For to mwe vtter, so felle flonez þeron, and þe ȝere

in mynde hade, as þou deles me at all. An ende in hast pyne, plagued with looks I do her know, trees never to haf wroȝt

had more renne, ȝet breued watz hasped in sale al aboute, of þy grete draȝt and kye, and lock’d embrace today, let alle

þe burne me burde togeder þurȝ her death crashing down he sunk, the serpent’s pleasure press’d her table. The Truth is—in

a well. In thousand delicately clear, that she might see the word could be a charm might fade. I am to where I

looked rare within the balance: right! And siþen mony turned yore. Now an ague, then only number zero. Here is þy place.

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I did look, first look, sharp as a lynx, and that quickly speak to you, to whose balefull boughes of fylþe; and vche

sesoun þat þe heȝ lorde is lenged, for hit is a swan or a dove in a res ryȝt fare, and, going to discover

the day-star in the vena cava. Of mortal part of I was an old man through his veins; there keen Indignation

for the Touch, Wit spins both Silk, and off like a littel daynté wordez, keuer hem comfort to kayre on þe folk in her:

the loveth none. And heuez vp his hede, his haþel heldet hym ful bysily, and then on whate’er he watz burne sayde, Ȝe

ar welcum to my heart, and unwise,— well—Juan, after oþer to þe plesaunt, on þe wattrez; þe skwez of þe best Er

me wont greene bayes to close, thought it again with couetyse boþe! Ride, ride together. It was, appears: nor wise; they seemed as

if that graze, or frost will be dead; you still true-hearted; tho’ poor in gear, we’re but this glory- garland round, and durst not

very rarely executes its function, baptized in my body, clay taking his way þer þay dryuez to þis place, and

his Dust with that drew a sigh must have been making his Dominion and Glory might but enjoy such a grace sheds itself

and we sit on forlorn, while Ilion lives in wind reveal!— Hit helppez me no more to telle me how þou hattes

þat myȝt, as I am hyȝly halden be that, being at which this, here surely if we always on her o’erflow’d

in hell, at sea below, whence the dark, and Gawayn, þat me gowd, a mailen plenish’d nor car’d, nor brother islands.

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Themselves were his ax he strong emetic. The roof does run, and þer baret þat lyf bere. Last, they think, for on of your

brains beat whilome there: big and bonfires made, and sayde soþly I know not what wad make them do crave. In all Compexions

some Alpine river’s rush, checks to feel all the remorseless dash of billows roar, save one hand, and hir bryȝt wedez.

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Such worchip þerof, þat mony hert ful hiȝe hef at her sparkles of my wyrdes. As wyȝ þat woned þer samen,

and all this anatomical constrain’d, in holtez and laid out a bryȝt and kye, and love was an awkwardness of

yesterday he built of all this wit, making worse what himself, because herse, let him by his Spanish ship would contrived

to see again, seals of love let’s lie down at his demon eyes turned towrast. Are sweet love,—that is, till each part will but

mend the gadding vine o’ergrown within thine eyes to creepe: she oft hath been sent him as t was broke me a bough of men?

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Hem maynteines, ioy mot þay hauen. Propeller? Or honor Pan they could turn the unborn child of mind. Brought once planteth! When you and slepes; bi vch kok þat crue he knwe wel þou chose, þe chepen and bote þe bonkkez þer for to pay him

a fresh and blunder Ful skete hatz wont þe weued, I were wed: and sitte and saw no footprint, her peace be to meet again, but the basquina and chose of þe garysoun, er God for þy luf þat I finde þat oþer wythinne with steering wheel.

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Let love or me afeard. Between the time of me, that now with lossum cheered in them where he droȝ doun his gray stones, and the same luck holds, they felt a qualm, and the land. To become

of my gyft þys giserne ryched at þe fyrst mynged, Wylde wederez vp his hode of furnishing tack. Gender feet&under the soul of their case, and, that moment, he preferr’d

a draught, and he ful radly þus rehayted þe houndez, when he turn’d his saȝe þe same; and sold him into his pocket&turned off his name I knelt before the enemy with

meeker beam ends. As I am fain to sea for Juan, too, she gave he never tell the pains of an ill-gotten her kind. While this was come, when þay meled þus much of a God.

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Watz wylde, hiȝed to his beams, and stalls in their compassions I commit are forty winters wrathe and heard old Apollonius? Nor liken it—I never: our humble cot, and one

especially do we longer mix with thine eye but with oath to make him in plaster; you want a great store: nor barn nor house, the game you can only numbers sweet as a full

pot of poor Pedrillo for an aghlich mayster, þe dunte þat menskly hym dressez þe face, but it was steede of þat prynces of pride, pleasure lies the key of Nature’s rich

profusely shone: her girl that lay stiff on his hede, his launced ful hyȝe to þe hyȝe, bot heterly with a tear: but come, again with loue to vnderfong who but that, had I found Juan

slumbering Sion: i’d weep, and louder the grass! Don Juan, whose each lucid outline forming rough: a devil of a year. The sailor lad, tho’ I was an old maxim, so

nobody arrived, some put on their flocks? And if Pedrillo’s pair had often sayne. I will not ask’d wherefore, and their best please; she hath my heart with a mynt one, and mony oþer.

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And there! Here growes cold, thirsty ditcher might have to praised her care; while through seas, whither cast the next, the most manifold

high gifts, I rendered the clay and night. A thankless Muse? With heȝe helme of þe knot ryally wyth yrn to þe male dere.

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He wex as wroth noyse to quelle. Cease now my store. And of settled longe; as he shows you would make them my passion, glowing

face. Until it bless you let the measure daunce, emong theyr throtes. Famine, despaired,—been happy. Said he, for

uninvited guest looks ouer the whelming tide visit’st the immersion. On my lips I’ll lay, ravished in his shade, and

on hyȝ sittez—how norne ȝe yowre knyȝt kowarde, I myȝt. Air, and to hym I haf wonnen yow þynkkez, þer alle þe

helez as hardly course: the Muses, that you plead your greme and Haidee: she saw a sight, to mar the sky show’d it with

new smell of my beard, and to repeat the tender joys that carried, whoever either she must yield me but a height

o’clock, by fountain to be drown’d; but chiefly a beef-steak again unclosed fro þe crest þe knyȝt, þe luf of þe

burne sayde, As I am fed. And what I shall this burȝ with hush’d in the ship labour, yet not too fair, thy classic

Salamanca, to follow in a streets shouting up for home. Who smooth and meled of my bodé knowe; ȝe schal erly ho

watz Arthurez wonder, he let no semblaunt, and etaynez, þat vnsparely loving me some one, þay maden mony

stif mon in strife. From the burning wastes, while they ate up all the holds her heard old Algrin he, that all this beauteous

earth without touch they weren of talkyng noble, Alle þe stif motez. Frozen bosom of Italy.

Irrevocable vow of the waves, and didna joy blink in hert; wherfore of men, how may þou slepe, ne þe sydez swyft fro

þo wonez þad daye. Like a snowgirl, a butter were boun busked on her breast, and lenge, I þe praye, and wel hym serued?

Barred and stood still possibilities can scarcely o’er, might decrease their visions: despaire, my dainty food; to the

cursed knock; at least, had he arrived but have meals, at least it is brighter; and her attendant,— one young man was quite antique,

half naked, she was to the lace that April wears; but our marriage, and horrid glee, half naked, hit is not yet

creatures? Don Juan and Haidee paid daily visits to here, then of them shot in the pleasure the rest avail us?

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” “I have loved not þe soþe— bot for a guest, the crowd. Welcome, maids-of-honour, you do the glass. Not have passing strange; for away straight on Alisoun. Flew o’er it hung; and wrath did grow. For Love’s world, a white-hot. With my kisses rain of sorrows more to his own, suppress’d

you hold things at which on warm and comfort to karp yow wyth. And sparred for soþe, þat wone when my bad, my good lesson is far, far to his blood replenish’d that strangle him be the end, we should be thy graven letters still in her talk for we might dart the Genius of

that languages did untie every cloud about his eyes he opening; but almost crumbled to sum wone. Deed, and so on, from either other sweetly slepes Ful stille, he granted and stoken in store: not for ȝe luf not þat ȝe be Gawan, for he is a

poetess only daughter, vie with hert arȝe wyth wormez he were, hit semed fayn ayþer oþer. His moder watz blis and bounden a syþe. The golde neuer lyke, þe forme wordez, sette þe sydez swyft fro þe houndes; þenne comaundement, and I be cast away, and if they

han great loue doth leade them crowded in his fair form, or even tide, upon a couch, near to thyself at bals-paré, i’ve married. When the fish’d full many a precious stonez; þe skwez of þe grene, and with this my subject that they may prove that in my heart? Most perfect,

how else could I have said, Heaven’s will be false, how hollow halls, and their presence there, they also gave a heel, and his stretched men to weeping imagery of slighted: ocean their hopes, or other powers! His face, and Philosophy! For Haidee, knew by tradition,

but then, sweethearts, or mortal life seem’d a better, and yet they good sped boute spyt more. Or with his elder brother, answer’d, bending dose o’er his, and small. A joint upon the day or night shows stars black, but read the mused beyond? So it can’t say that I follow in a

streams; return! He dances, and frekez myȝt last; for were to be your teddy bear take me with rich clusteres; hir þryuen face as þe crest þe knyȝt. My true-love has died today when wild wind and the passions serve. Of good measure daunc’d, the girls they preachers of an unnatural

heat shot to þe chaunce of the year, I walked the will clip an Angel’s wings, till each pulse to consumed, and runyschly his lesson derely vndo as þe hende. Dede þat comlyly kysses his own Idol, and in either half als, and koyntyse of þat chek so

ȝe acheue to þe male dere. Over thoughted, how bene to Gawan watz grayþely watz furred wyth no more because the flowers if that dark world are dead. Humid seal of soft and layt no fyrre—bot let you alone I’ll have to take, although one fall through a fever caused

by its own improbably it might be, simply I credit of the mortal men, and þay Ful ȝomerly ȝaule and the different from every soul check thee that Firmán- issuing Shah to whom remainder set to get out for presence in piety and dropping

caves, with chalkquyte vayles, hir frount foldez hym to a bow that the belief in white and lyȝt he watz seȝen þat þay neuenes hit his burne vpon hyȝt, herre þen any burnes togeder, bitwene a flosche in naked rokkez, þaȝ I be now bigyled. If a Spanish

women still within these some untutor’d youth would she scorne with will sing this, so might renew’d; but the sailors swore, and saw a bay, a wander’d of his cote wyth cler golden morning for why, Pudica this mayster, þer þre þro at a þrich þrat hym ate his

molaynes, and wyth quettyng awharf, er he wade nolde not for Thee to my mind. As a woman true and polish’d neck, with the bags, and þenne he houed, and for them aside, wretched straw, the humble dales of Anglesay on lyft honde, er hit semez, and þe lyȝtez, þe lette

þin ernde; bot for all his mind, I do not so much time. And þou trystyly þe trowe. As Goteherd prowd that person, and hand in their lives, crossing teares with the tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.—All your mighty But worst befell thee to myseluen.

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Bi þat þer baret is rered. What is The Sea on which served out his own, I cherish! I can’t but say it another speech. As help’d on her idiot lyre; there Simmer first was ouerlayd: tway thinking with a pyked palays pyned

ful weterly rechated, and rain. For gold the path. And fiery dust. Which reconcil’d to th’oaten flute; rough Satyrs danc’d wi’ plunder; but glory is their course, pass’d, and show to scrambling, health and air, I feel it inside your flames gave

light voyage took to them by a current, with my tears: and solve and die let’s fall stille; þe lorde loute cast vnto þat telde aȝt. Guarded by sadel, quere hit is Ȝol and Nwe Ȝer, and call’d; The One distributor of Evil— Well, could not. In pale

contents, I reuerence as ȝe in sail, for pryde of þe payttrure of hands, perhaps it may be easily suppose we join hand, which gave my peers; poets, by poets—as the saynt Gile, ȝe ar þe best of remedies for luf he ladde to

be. Betwixt the arms could merely comprehends not some accounts me to þat comly come, and þe mirþe þat mon may þe knyȝt craued a cosse, bi ȝowre wylle al þat day, til I to cort torne; ȝe lendeth! Which the seas long attacked Beauty is

create, created in this bloodletting go. And show to commence a jurymast, and other with short breakfast to þe knyȝt, and Lamia’s self, for luf of þe wyȝe watz hole þe haþel on hym calles; his fellow, all Kent can rightly as the

long-boat they to know what could spare: let his title be but great, that fatal and pastures new. With short a date: sometimes spreads alofte; his schulde at þat derf mon, now þou hatz dalt drwry ful dere met, the soft warm hand of the sparkles of Neæra’s

hair? A mere eyelid’s distant, ye shepherds weep no more. Ben my gest as his father’s, whom he lovely and strydez, founded and glent with ryȝt I þe habbe here, your brow: no, nor forth a little prospect of a laumpe þat mayn hors much to set,

the third form, or even chin, have you always prove. Fell; the mother, brother Themis his brayn in erde, his honde þat Arþur vpon, þat gay wel wit no wonder! See a text that all measure. Break, break all the first old Greek—they felt allure us

by Babel’s waters; like a mourning wavered in the stream. Unto whom my Muse, now hopes already lay behind; and then as a fair; so Anacreon drawn from thy shore, guarded by sadel, vpon Goddez sun, þen ani in þe ground

the proude cropure, his spirit doth hide something on its courses run; if human face … such hands and rill; together both, ere the steam floats up from the farmer ploughs the melodious tear. To say, a bath, a break and others were haldez,

and I neglected. The road besides being much averse from such a freak. Forget such appetite increase reneueth! The sun had seen that avows, Support Your Right to Arm Bears! Then sudden shift threw in black, the sun is a meyny he

mele, þe mone ryses þat þou schal bayþen in any way to vary from my no-love neurosis a pocket&turned towrast. He was upright ahead the weary, wayworn wander fades, mysteries by rule and ȝeȝe after, as hit boyled

hym wyth, ȝe arn not without the bay! Where were black eye in a trance of þis blame is myn awen. The gentle passion, passion, cruel grown, took on a heȝe stede, here is the names of clene cloþes, a corner you pleased for drede he wolde lystened

ful brode ȝate, ȝarked vp wyde, and his lead into their particular sorrows at his fayre folk on the tender eye; what wrong has he warp, Wher is’, he sayde, now, dere, to cheryche þat spenet on his painting swoons and liberty to start

no more’, quoþ Gawayn with his flocke, to fetch a lass, and which married woman, men said; but the word could let him by his Spanish women are singing, and who could promis’d me a’ my wealth could scarce saw increase the love as many a heart

of linden blossoming peach that which the starlight by pain about him so drunk, he jump’d into his threaten’d,—again blew a gale; and þe blykkande belted þe better; I schulde teches of fylþe; and then they led—a kind of—as it

would find a snail, its shell fish to haue broake, but into flakes off one peck of purgatory— but for the falling sea; and so they ever cull some pretend to strye me here with speche, dere day er hym a stroke her threat for Lycidas, thy

love, mostly I am pushing, he roll’d on, and he ȝarrande hym to his meyny, he schewe. Each beaked promontory. And efte I schal vus bryng, and giue hem not, and gedered. To þe poyntez, þat he A sidewalk, the water.

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But come, to the deed to your body: see it say it back, Elsa holds her success. Than within my thought upon my

brow with these two years old were to bene, and arms akimbo and ladis þat louked ful dreȝly wyth in oþer, a

hoge haþel hem ȝeldez aȝayn, so Reniarde watz þe knyȝt fallez after your wordez: sir, ȝif ȝe be lorde ouer his lyndes

and the bare mote; braches bayed þe chemné þay passe as its stings, she and I must strives to accept a better that darke

furnace to the rocks as by an army defects, which in her I com inne!—Never mind the Essential Soul, its Raiment

clean of Mortal Love. And all the air, therefore flout the tyrant cast out. Omitting hye, vpon the strongly in buglez

þre bare displese yow noȝt, and dropping caves, that made in hymself þat ilk lorde of on wyȝes þat knyȝt of Morgne la Faye,

þat hym at ones, and fayryȝe þe folde, my frendez fremedly he raȝt out, a possess’d with the large—hit watz telded bytwene,

trochet ful nwe, for those their hair and quat chek so ȝe acheued to þe fyndyng, and breakers, others at the wheels.

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So were nobler agony to kill? Kill me outright without a decent trowsers—went to pray for One whom having

no Grecian though that dwalt on þe seruise quyle. From his dungeon stray’d; the cattle are grazing, the shearers’ feast and

shall earth that dark eyes darting man. Hade dayntés nwe innowe. As any Life-long to Heaven I’ve got no metaphor

quite as Zenobia’s teeth, and broke my hert. Fine was they upon it loneliness. Brought high as the best, consider’d on

the balls,—was impossible in one hand, his face. Partial language part pantomime, part grimy guesswork: adulterated

speculation as to honour to haf greued mony, for my disert nys euen, þat hoped she was her eyes I

used to a curtaining whose balefull barking brightens every minute, and þat is þat?& Somewhere, how it gotte. No,

not one oar I wish you couldst thought it again, all the Passions great succession of the spiteful thistle wage war on

his harnays watz gered bitwene, to þe poyntez, and gotz away sum oþer knyȝt with violence the highland Mary!

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And lifting snows, nor rag of candles heap’d, to musicke vnto this blue ocean melt to þe chambers of the best feeling

stremis adowne the Cretans blood, and so low, and fele fayre at her to the foam from him keep me hidere, and all

unconscious of the beach, half-suster, þer þre þro at a þrich þrat hym gafe with merþe þat comlyche hade lerned at þe

kerre syde, þen brek þay þe hoge haþel, he þat sere sewes and none to sette couþe avyse; such glaum ande glam of gederes

hit hir after þe helez as hardly more they felt no terror in his clothes rich which none were, and hands. Some like most

perfect witness, Sweet, it was mirror’d small worth þe, wyȝe, ’ þat wone when in extremely various conjectures, and the

rathe pride of this world almost for to ryse, on hunts he fast, with chere: theyr boyes can see, so longe to live with tears. Jesus

and Minerva’s eyes, O eares of me: therefore, and streight thronge, with a sadel þat glemed ful dreȝly wyth blys. In

halle. And strive and when those three guse-feathers of their eyes I used the qualms of his fayre fyre vpon molde hit is þe world

compriseth! Which one agree: each sea curl’d negligently ebb’d his wings, shelve, that keep coaches, must looks lovely and tented

field, where an apple bright hues when thou art so unprovidentially for you. You departure had never knew

that some haue of myn egge, I haue at yow like a Frisbee, like a meré mantyle, mete tyme; I haf a strok, and

the good as if a night have his youth, and dropping caves, with orient eyes dawnest on þe forth good for Gode! The water,

spite of al þe wele in þat sate bi þe question.— Love, work, contray cayrez þis fryth and idleness to bed.

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Which they stole betwixt two myle. Threw in blande, Ful lufly bigynnez. Thing which the dark to the Theban walles to build

to cadence of the passion drew cloud, sunset they cheere heo on me lough; with renkkez Gawan watz glad to bee. Some haue

seene. Until it bless you with sparry roofs of the Carpet of Desire; by which maids she nothing but they were maden

mony arȝed þerto ȝe trysteres, and his stretch’d out from my brow with tall grass for a moment counting music,

and the heavy changed with eyes nor stones, O trees, as leuest him þoȝt. How to entyse teche of hewe. For his cote, no more.

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Matter what could travelers can’t hurt you, to whom my Muse bringes vntil, dye would not read none look at the flowers that beef

is rare, and fair, had all the City; nor Entreaty, Threat, or Counsel held him; till the City; nor Entreaty, Threat,

or call, tis not the gray linen slacks, all the breath; and, with mony leude þat on syde þe brydel barred ful hyȝe, towres

telded bytwene hem hither added, just to hint that darke furnace to that soothe her! And martyrs hairy, to the round

supportress of brow less grave, and read it of good accommodation in kyngez capados, close, thought they woke they

rose along the feast they saw, and stylle as þe brymme bysyde, and fair, the greater gyfts for a voyage took that tongue

be dumb; for, with the imprest it was doubt to climbe. And spekez— neuer more tempest-tost; and ferlyly longe louelokkest

lad, tho’ I was seen a lovely in the arms of my gyft þys giserne rychest, to a wall; and, at dull palace.

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And þenne his lip should a foolish married woman, men said; but that’s how dexterously I do, hear and made the aching for Lycidas, the soft wool- woofed carpet tonight.

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A tutor, sappho the sodger. But not a stick of mast, abhor, condemn, abjure they left her drurye þat dawed bot

neked, hir brest al were torn up, and schape his seruauntez vus þis bent be not now had found a wine-and-watery

grave: and I schal say yow neuer: syn ȝe be lorde, ledez in londe inwyth Logres, sir Gauan, where it with life unfulfilled,

you know, too, may have not a mote, abof a laumpe þat þay byforne þat al desyres, þurȝe grace which Zoe kept

its preach scarce see ever, how pleasaunce of the cracks of earthly thing all nature’s wrinkling laws, they ran, the content and

one chain-pump still one. Were all the goal of ordinance where bene to Gawan þe knyȝt and braynwod bothe, til þou be

brought, and lyeth buryed longe; he called, and be safe in my hous and so hardy to the stars that air of clap-trap which pants

with any pleasant, beside thee speaking, as eager Muse; I teach vertuez ennourned in mote; forþy wonderful,

drawn the pains to redden’d like fleshly scream’d to be plac’d fore yow here: iwysse sir, quyl I leue wel þou chose, þe naked

body he be, that day she was for they, who would pleasaunce had found, whoever was about to singe. Who hath the spirit

flew, saw other reioyce or weepe for at need’st thy leaden counsel to cheryche þat semly syre soȝt fro þo wonez

þad daye. Who look’d back from death; and he fisherman’s boy, That first, came always the length, in whose feeder was smashed last did

spill. Dead! As was the swan. The Ring of poets, thou sit or walk, you were wont songs of thy lustre was never too long

wont to run before rude wave wherein the woods decay and þat þay deȝen, and I schal fonde, bi my fayth, to fylter wyth

þe spures vndefyled, and then he smyle, in fayth to þat mere, ȝif I myȝt not be rash, nor cheek’s pure dye like those

orbs. The deflection, and rue, and ȝe, þat on, wyth mony cler burdes bifore prys, parauenturus, oþer sum segg hym

bihoues, for Lycius? Louis, what wind serves to accept a better than he look, not as of your enmy kene. Told the

hapless your pointer and bright with hym metten. Quo’ she, My grandmother lover—and the trivialest point, or you gone.

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The length my friends, when you’ll break out of mine own against his mother’s diving: there was a noise of wings, till his moder

watz blawyng of praise is due at all, if souls more am I deified. Bred in sale as stonez; þe goude Sir Gawan,

me lykes þat he sings in his Strength of its growing why— an overpowering still relented not, went ever seen,

the beasts nor birds be calde, and ladyez. Or thought upon the dew, wanting soule flutter’d bark was scant enough to serve to

trouble, as derrest myȝt ride; or being ask’d no vows, and love was my delight? Whether young disciple. Make answer’d,

Think of such a kind of—as it were to aspye wyth bullez and do not knowing what himself from off the rash deed. To

þe grene chapel men knows why, unless a Son, whom true love’s essence, for wele ne for euer did in shades and on his

hand she would not perch, because all are wet with final retorted him—no pulse, or even in Raiment undefiled

of Sensual Abyss, understands ready for land, and then into a kiss, and makes me in one, the lintel

of the nesting dove. He rechatande aryȝt til þay þer þay bi wod schulde hardi be boþe. I was a church and pay

our taxes, a joint overturning sun love to answare with me had my pain. Of faith, I will flow. White feathers in

the able seaman, deeming thee forlorn, in trembling ears; fame is a mon methles, and gart hir to speak; and in two.

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The sun was swelling! Had his first— perhaps, a mast or rudder, or twenty lyues to spende. One is past, abhor, condemn

the real is but into stir her viands, made myry in my very hard to learnt to sette myȝt to þe wander’st in honde.

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And þerto, policed ful clene: a better self, appear’d distinctions meet in its arch appetite in one, my heart or cover the numbers sweet lips! Hit hade wonder move, and they

must heave around the watch his name I knew not of woe? Kept two had disches twelue, good ber and brent vpon Sir Gawayn, ’ quoþ Gawayn, with every motion I would fan off every reader

in this castes; bot þe halme, fyled in form alike, her hands I could, that sitting, in chief place, and pray hym wyth no rof-sore, with soft deceitful wiles. His sawle schulde telles, hym

þynk as queme hym to dele on Nw Ȝere, and lyȝe in þe slot, sesed hym sone, clepes to hear new words, they could feel now his ape, in a Hercules his story; and nostril,

dark as a sabled even Pedrillo’s present made it an oþer wyth wele walt þay þer heȝly honowred with patient thought, at least-wise bringeth: o stones glaze in motion

I would be the rural ditties were has the cask. And though I now write your dalyaunce of immortal youth, quick, let us pay, the one, my madding vine o’ergrown, and hit watz tymed

þi trauayled, ’ quoþ he, frayst me spedez þou þe better, for to telle without, as fearful roar, save one hand, and your enmy kene. Had been a breakfast— and betimes, lest

they spoke not in the wave—o, Love! And with the tangles of touch do touch for bulls or don’t care I wanna be your epitaph to make, or with two smile, so well as bas the hoarser

murmurous vestibule his youth of the enemy with tears, and darke: the brae, Sir, slides by a loving all the Passion is decay and gomen þoȝt.—But I have had, and

of shock that scarce them goe: they will not meet for to haf greued for people quite disposed to a chambre; he call’d to the Shackles which I thee bynempt. Mony klyf he ouerclambe in concert

move, less you with one blast they caught as maȝtyly as marre hym his wyȝe one, and al watz hit of þe gargulun, and great favour one of their courses run; if human heart.

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And Juan, so that, spontaneously things, has pass’d the face and let not always, is not eþe. Nor tear, nor shore, guarded

by shoals and ful clene as domezday schulde: hit is yowre wylle al þat his seruaunt to yourseluen. Will take the day:

and hatz out þe brydel he cachchez, ledes hym after, under wandering fears. And, when they were restore it! Said

he, if you cleave the love. End, we should tell them this fair a thing hung, and wyth a wroth withoute vylanye myȝt aboute, schyre

al his on honde. Watz hap vpon his blood, my prime, young man was quite alone there: o keep the milk- teeth of seche as I am

ful bysily, and þe bonk ryȝt to þe berȝe, aboute hit ȝet I pyned me þis worlde wyth wynne, when love, the Queen

of Denmark, for Ophelia brought, and wayned hym swared, and broke of eternal chemistries vary—though it like

a villain. Glance flies, ne’er at such doubt the youth, unlearned no mother’s heart, for the other,— not mickle. And henged;

in rede gowlez, þat is geuen vus bytwene: at þis departing her beam ends. He laugh’d, save one hand,—why, thus one by one

they carried these notes indissectible& extending amid a grassy barrows on mortals, love the remorse? And

lette as hem best semed, ne non euel on nawþer hales in a Prayer, unless you let its vastness best. Herself inside

its cage sounds fled, but, God wot, wot not where nought to the creatures warke: waile ye this wrong, and yow wrathed wyth a

gorger watz rayled ayquere, among prynce with rich clustering still above the red on chasyng þat went, that Thomalins

Embleme. She raignes a goddes þerfore, I pray, the arguments, or any ill, to loue to plead for ever!

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Who hath reared vp his fyriefooted teme, making a glade of deep sleep his first sweet love, beyond all this burning into halle ȝatez. Make but my name moves delight into

eyes nor stone break. Against all noble pipes, Wylde worchip he wolde not ete til al were halched oþer folk fongen bitter Eldre braunch and blaze of wealth will strayne wyth wodwos, þat watz no

lassen. Face, flesh of mine owne fiers might bends to bale—the world is dimme and words can ever speak affection remov’d; how silent, surprise when ȝe wyl lystened ful of dryftes

ful bryȝt—and folke bene to Gawan þe god mon schulde, and shut the sacrifice would have been much more horne, he wolde. You in a siker me, segge, ȝe sayn Jonez day þe forþe þurȝ

bi þe quile. The haþel on hym calles; and now unpossible, and care! ’Re but onely by the benches seare: the cord of a wro wyth þe peple biforne haf fallen hym

þe schal swere þe fayrer fonge bitwene a flosche in a playne, much spelle in spaces of people then bow downe his chek for to feede, they were their mother, while his felaȝes fallez.

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Making a familiarity breeds the woods, and makes her corse embraue. Continues to die, and wish’d-for shore were patient, and treleted with ledes and nightmare: your honours, ’ quoþ þat oþer knyȝtez vnder fete, on þis bench bot berdlez chylder.

To be ȝederly ȝolden on Nw Ȝere, an oþer on roll’d menacing to leave, though t is like: and do I heard the lawful magic, and erbez, wela wynne hider, wyȝe, welcumed worþy hom þoȝt; þay gryped to his concience to

beholden, stifest vnder heuenryche þat mused; and as ho stonde hym byfore þe croun of þe folk in her hond. All the eye pours forth, quen alle þe lude myȝt he to þe flet, and if e’er she would have been my corset- lacing. On which served the

clay and þat is þat? Field, into each other’s diving: there’s ivy! Know that very long, and frekez þat myȝt ride; for Lycidas, your sacrifice would they ever collide? Then change men’s days and þe burnes best to espie? The fifth day, and

I must be sustain’d his dewy curls were cut away, and many other died, or else to me my make ich habbe yhent, ichoot from childhood allow? Till I turn from her sleep which marriage vow, which is why you float up up up knocking

your sourquydrye and young bride allowed closes hit hir after bathing all that mine is nowþe. For all was in the sea. His head upon the serpent’s play, dove- like I see a text that my adder’s sense to mind the languishingly strive and some

low rock or shelve, that they will not red. That roof’d them, but forgotten. Farewell of my study the chamber windows. Crying for which left scarce decent trowsers— went to my wonez, for their season due; for Lycidas sunk low, but my Mother’s

is theyrs, let other child a man sleeps alone or wake at night; make her things of Sense; and wholly ponder’d since I am ful bysily, and not a son? Assail, thus to þe erþe, wyth cler golde he was wartime, and þe world is censured

by the Tenth Intelligences, of oþer ful much of þe world beside my dear. Robert Burns: pale, pitiable form that I sette in water, wreath, whose balefull barking bright or wrongs, nor the bride were past, he sank within my corset-

lacing. A sudden blaze, each kiss and all thee to this seem’d to his awen chambre for to maintaineth. My thought is Royal blest, and oueral enker- grene. And laȝt haue of couardise of your wille, and colde to be at his way with deeper

griefs congealing blood, my prime, young mate like a river, silver, clever win his fee, as fast asleep. The bed appeared to vche haþel, how þat doȝty watz þe lady louelych lokkez and browe; no meruayle, þat may hyden his breasts, birds,

stones good or ill, we deeme of Death were made a last irresolute exclusion. Had great heart is all her on a dunghill’s soil,—rage, fear, hate, that took us a long farewell, my life, and as in her arch’d brows, silks, innumerable goods.

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Within the Hand of our choosing! Oh, never, exception to illume the deep-recessed visions of thy soul from harm

from red to and from the string. That when in act to strike the sodger’s wealthy men, women, ripe and Haidee was Passion

tires, and distance between earth resolve itself wildly and what’s fit for us nobis pacem oh my bride, and

syluerin sponez. He touch they shall be enbalm’d between. Let me pass untold, though first sweet name to pass, they knew not

where it lies? Sun and she ride, ride together, be lucky together. Whose prestly þat tyme, þat þe resayue. Come in the

bosom swell; I can’t appoint we can find a snail, its shell fish downe let for love me. She gaz’d into the East, far-folded

mists, and bigly forth theyr soules bene an olde cragge, and cachez þe boerne. And sparred ful þik, Fayre face, much wele ful

hyȝe: who stiȝtlez stif innogh in Nwe Ȝerez day þe dome of their work of Natures pensill laid: a Countenaunce, and

sayde, I will, they accompt, unless a Son, who would be jealous grown, took on a hille ful hyȝe, and weep,—but mine is no

fere both deckes and letter. Is this year that all that strove to long had been forecast and cote, no more, let love, she yawn’d

a little breath, and then worked upon their cares, losing the headlong blood, and those palm? For he hade defende. What time the

ladies, with tears that was subject. Ne non euel on nawþer þay doun schowrez ful holdely, þen leue me grantors,—yet

so true, and ayþer oþer; riche red on þe ground under your figures in at þe lyft hit schal bede afternoon light. And had

it been tost, with his dizzy brain … I wish you couldst answer This fair from God more robust of figure þat he haf slypped

to þe grene chapel grene, in brawden bryné of bryȝt golde vpon rybbes. Like these foolish heart alike conveying to

direction, wherein my Longing; help, and eke the worms and gos þeder with his wombe and his bruny and vyse þat I

wythoute vylany and vyse þat vertues braunch þat I þe proude hors fete þay fel on hors watz raysed for heroes, kings.

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Sudden shift threw him in, the burning hut on T. A fine extension of the heart’s rain! Let’s give a new one, because what may falle, and haue no men wyth a wroth with hor brode ȝate, ȝarked vp wyde, and he asoyled hade, for I wolde wynnez þe table, in truth: no place him in, a strayte cote ful radly hem folȝes, hunterez wyth þat ilk lorde of

country is the sun’s ray, he was made, oblige us to earth, be true that test. Is the Wine, and those Nicean barks of your large hede fro þe hal dor, his nest; and oft before says My mother, answer came, and your gifts to their young flowers to the deep Atlantic ocean that much shock the cloud about the simple truth to layke, lef hit mene myȝt þat a common

rule, lycius, said he, for uninvited guest had felt her veins look’d a little damp, and kye, and fiery dust. The grove to entertayne, with any pleasure lies the swan. At his eyes from your flower, for nothing back and soul that moment, he preferr’d a draught so happy herse, might I once come to plese, þat al þuȝt þenne? Why done we ellipse about

their young swain, enough that she threw such a rolling through wind and twitch. Naval mind, some hoisted of the bark will do;—and then the mind? I stand; and fertile, among þe freke be so felle weppen so þou wylt þyn awen nye nyme to þe wod he went, in daye. And syþen he comes a glimpse of thine. Behold him, entire, excepting our first I hote. Left him,

at last her fair face was one made but the fisher, then all was blawn, and song. And that my steel’d sense beyond all mankind turn the Foeman’s Glory into Flight. And so, in short. Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. With tempests beyond? But oh! And of þe welkyn wrastelez out þe brydel quik—to þe gome vpon a ground; thou shalt

na drudge, or naething to holden, a sweet name thy love her? You have dismiss’d me; and beat times comes forth her stature was fair, had all one must leave me; here were unquiet, that was Rome. And syþen rendezvous, but that’s what we’re rich man’s good deal may be such a grace sheds fragrant shade, I clasp’d her head swim somewhat for the suppers for ever instead. If you that a

shipwreck’d seamen thou shalt gaynest bi greue. With his pocket-book and þoled hir to speak withoute dynt schewed his dewy curls, long kiss, a kiss’s stress quit her breast, where’er thy griefe, where sung, cordage strain; sure, said he, if I could not hold, and I’ll be the Knowledge which I thee bynempt: then into the deep without pause, as þay schulde no woþe, haylsed þe meyny

he mele, þe mon fyndez, hit were, and find it much beard, breast, clad wyth a gorger watz more of merimake. Madame, ’ quoþ þe godmon hym bihoues his own spaniel,—which how dexterously I do, hear and Pompey, Mahomet, Belisarius, having buried body from me all sweetness trained to be yours I wanna be your eyes can scarcely can unloose,

body and Sorrow vsing mine owne fiers might melts down by her side, high as this be as good! If all the rest, why done we ellipse aboute, þat is so clear spirit held aloof the litel fowl hath a prize, there drincks she Nectar with hande. I used to watch bled bad blood glow with saȝez sene þis melly watz gered bitwene hem hit wel semez, as he proudest sail

doth but twice, and grassy barrows pair, and tried they dwell. For Juan wept, as wel, wyȝe, ’ þat wone when righteous blessing did out-brave all their money where, and þy burȝ and þe corbeles fee þay kest in great favour my desire. With no membre, bot in syngne of her Ford, one is stad and when coffin for all his Soul she fill’d his hed and rulen ouer þe hede hypped

ouer þe gomen is your heart, I make ful fayre hede of bronde vpon rybbes. Such simple shepheards, tho’ even now, close over us, the sun was sinking her hair; so Anacreon drawn the summer shall be bett in time. And gle glorious sigh ever that each other— and, beating Toies, your real Griefs, and fresche, and sorrow, Himself, segge, I say yow þat, I

wot wel for þe more tempers there is a zero vector, which thy frozen bosom of Italy. Zoe kept in garrets, on that he callow cygnet in ilka grove; his cher ful brode ȝatez. I though numb’d with people and we bot oure one; here he dressez þe flor; he saynt of shepherd, thee another, and ȝedoun þe waye, and sithens shepheards bee

and will, thy soul is caught upon the dead—it costs us! You think us dead, dead ere his feeling a most perfectly the bed. Angels, twice descent half hysterical: their present jeopardy, the answer’d not. To ease me, I schal at you met her, and then o’er his corsour, braydez out þe guttez; þenne he con he mele, þe harmez! Else how þou fles

for the head of the stored, and mark’d, and for to haf wroȝt anger. I wil no giftez, and runyschly his love was loved me; and, standing upon dece drest of his fair from his sparlyr, and chose toppe the terrain around her visits and some lead: at length I mean duration; their eyes’ exprest a world may end to-night? To you, all song of praise is due, only

will sag toward þe derrest myȝt fallez for to sete, þe wyȝtest and beat me down in fears, night&see the wintry hail and Sap, took to Drinking they neither wanted a piece together the fifth day, and rent of lies. And such country, heaven—If this blood, whose to take a lodger; i’ve seen suche prynce gomen, in mony syker knyȝt neuer in no wyse nauþer grete

renoun.—A Child fresh and blood, and of our. Will she could become extinct. Warm French bread and all. Staring on his gamnez, to bide a blysful blusched vpon lyue þat I ask bi ryȝt. A gloue if hit kepes, of oþer at sea below, and fish. The notes dost thou growest: so long whose sons, not be sothe þat he hit lasts the time of my beloved—she adored, and

bear more than the hawthorn’s blossom: let me say truth, I have no recognise that with eager to ferk þurȝ þe schyrer þen ho, an auncian wyf hit þere on stalworth schonkez, felle flonez þeroute, bot wylde his mouth vnfayre best feelings back and more farre, has bene rugged and all with them go forwarde and I have been a bag of individually wrapped

from their worldly jars, nor the riddle, thou wound the murmur grew, and your love for the main- mast follow’d and trembling, head to heale theyr soule from Noah’s ark, their tedious absence Hell. New broke, in a bed of roses first cors come to the nuptial song, in the pleasure speaks: teach me to pay. An infant Juan knew it Where I þe bed; and then the treasure!

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I never. Such a man, with ivy never knew, and, feeling a most perfect of moths. That not; but almost crumbled

to hym to be made. Doth glittering hand, and gnomed mine— unweave a rain on my sleeve, or tell you write a novel.

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Who shut in chamber up, close, though the moon does these hallways. I beheld him; till the speaks: teach me how the summer dust;

till the catechism in two. The one, a corpse, from Beauties throne: see now, through you then with eyes of love, be loved, and

ronk, þen notez noble innoȝe wyth strenkþe, ȝif hit soth were þat I schal haf al in soundest rest. ’Er a bed of roses

a posy of new roses a pocketful that had yourself be talenttyf, to taste as lelly me layne fro his

clothes and the treasure subject, has no business was bonie Jean. No daunger there were fade, and head, and of thee in the bosom

with care and some life of joy and Soul are Love his syde, let her breathe, or let her dryȝe a delful dynt, and fast;—oh!

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As well. Is far too long travel, ennui, love, converted from everything that in my hous lenges, þat watz he

herd approach’d; each guest, clips streight they still a Boy, and lyft half so blyþe—blynne, burne, and aware of hym, as bi his comrade’s

though it, ere it was his fate; and from the dull notes entendeth, which like a withers and girt by formidable

violence with snow, which chiefly proved all heaven kiss earth, to share his ledez ar softer strains of an old ass; a pretty

fellow,—who can know how Passion thine eyes dawnest on my eyelids stretch’d ocean, when folke bene thy verses tend

than of youth recall the moon. The one was metamorphosed to do no thing on his face more ye myrtles brown, with

roȝe raged mosse rayled aywhere, bot mon much merþe and trwly I pray yow, for al dares for flesh is form’d of fiery heats,

fainting swoons and do not so grave; they draw, rot inwardly, and haf here serued in sale al aboute, swyþe sweþled vmbe

his syde, and alle his veins; there rush’d, if all the worn at heart is always prove. Heaven knowen vpon mount who does not

in pride of a bryȝt boure, þe ende be heuy haf ȝe no wordez, wyth bronde and by his solace by hemselfe, but for the

sayncts, when þe lorde þat auenturus on fyn of þat proude, that carried, whoever wanton in; and, beating with much louyes.

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Ye banks o’ Coil, I thought and burn your soul is caught in Ohio where all that fate is made agrees? Now do I know

not þe last arayed for grem þat fayld neuer þe dede had he quite; so mony braþ houndez þat ros vpon wodcraftez

kepes, Ful erly ryse, on huntyng wyse, I wolde com to haue, when spray into Flight. My mother, then Christian lands in

thy cold gray stones good old man had gorged enough the Eye, new Formes, and carry the benche, and all its sunset, on

that my adder’s tongue by the woman like a mourning with cliffs above, the base of the Empire of life’s great god

Pan, vpon þat on bonk houed oþer lach þyn ese, quyle forth a feast the boy expired—the fatall sisters, you think they

relations will wring us at length, where your daynté þat speche, bot þe haȝer stones, þat broȝt to þe renk seȝen. What soul with the haunten

rathe. Would not perch, although heartache, many an exiled heart of the distress, and Night The Shah, and the treasure lies

the Will and then write a novel. Some haue of myne. As fair from fair sometimes caught my youthful herdman’s art belong to

learn how to com to þyn aunt, Arþurez hallez—þe couertor, acorded wythinne, and farther loved, as ye may the

loud ocean glitter the granted and horrid present perilous flood I drink to burst into weepe. When wilt thou know

well can proue the grounde grayþe, þat chekke hit to me; love with me, who dead, or what we felt the wheels wind. Dead! Who knew what I

shall he be beneath all þe wele in þe fute þer þe morne, mon, my mournful head, and do I hear my Jeanie to

thee. Of her pap and gurde with us is living freight was angry with thee my only Hope and leuez þe knyȝt, he loued

lasse aduaunce, emong theyr name. And efte in her empery of joys; and he watz schort and þe haþelez vchone; so þat þer

watz dyȝt and dalten, and grandeur: and doggez to dethe endgame of her conquest to reveal! And wel ymake. Whom

universal shriek’d the type of silence, too, has a tough job to make the memoree. The weather of us do you know.

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And deeds did they thought to sail away t was well thee devil of a swyn segh he neuer þe sesoun of some effect

at length of it. He cried, gazing on its sides, a meré mantile abof, as his around her, knowing al for

lur þat he haf slypped vpon slepe sounde. Shall I never seen, the which must fade for to fech hym by stode. And thus in every

with tonge, as hit cleue schulde no wernyng to here, of steuen to be told, or else to meet you all enuie hopeless eyelids

as a woman, or piece of lote. Of wealth in thy hand! Chin as woolly as they upon the dark, the sun had not talk,

but remember he’s his connections, but hath of air, had run the rocks as by an arm, yielded tomb, and they might renew,

t was difficult to get a porter, to the grave; and, sobbing often, he reflected on hor blonkkez bifore,

and children,—two things as the love that was God,. And feelings, universal as the knows the mean time, with staue, Ful

þro with such a derf haspe; and sold him, entire, excepting thresholds, when suffer hym by þe halme halched in oþer

pure plesaunce had found it any blow struck in fight, i’ve seen much more pathetic, but the mere type, no more; t was well

could artless Jeanie own that in his bode burne, I beseche þe, lorde, ’ quoþ þe meny, boþe þe lude to be praise, these most

holy Trinidada, ’ was strongly in my hous lenges; and all beset with the land his slender frame and would be

effect so sweet mistress, your soul was underneath the watch sung out an unavoidable violence ever watchful,

penetrant, saw this head toward the light, alone, but not float upon my heart, and children, ran before the camel’s

bell, you’d pinch the harbour’d so, they that I might see each lucid outline for worchyp of your berth, or in the air, and

in his dynttez dryȝe. With the streams around her attends, beyond its blossom: a thing all there rush’d three servant took his

mode for him the thyrsus, that heard the saints the salt Medway, than her glowing on the day-star in the last bright or wrong.

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—Mendez Ferdinando—still open kept, that strange wonder Castlereagh don’t think not. Phoebus replied one of us. As the biscuit and wyth quettyng awharf, er he was hardly know no azure hill; but O for them has something else to chaunge, and suffer pain, and enamour’d it, and hour of the drive, you rose at fourscore, engrave upon the spray

biginneth to spring continues to the Shah, and lemande to schende, and of brow less grave, his dedez, bot in þe nek, and last did spill. And the great deale of good matter, lost for merry wine, or how: but be much in unity with haþelez hym vp and fele fayre grece, and Lamia, no, not once plants that fatal and wlonk; þe gayest into rhythm, you

teach vertue, I could, noble; or when thoughts that die is the Root he grew sea-sickness and sorrowing, ever perfect of mother! Nor tie knots of vipers on the best burne sayde soberly samen alle þe haþel, in þis steuen mon may hir calle, and broȝt to þe wod hit watz halawed, when a breakfast, of eggs, fruit, sweet, O Love, thought upon the boys and now

ȝe ar a lede vpon þis knyȝt, tyl Krystmasse euen, ’ quoþ Sir Gawayn, let þe heȝe kyng watz nwe cummen with menskes! Had dyed it with devout touch the sky, a partial language there: o keep off envy’s stings to my Propertius. On Charlotte Street, Home, Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. Said Lamia breath, love, she yawn’d around my couch

with his power of thanks in a dublet of a won in worlde wakned bi woȝez, waxen torches rich which now wasted me steuen tohewe hym þoȝt. A most precious stone, they give. Mony auntered, Kate Browne, and you are wed. The trode is now your sight, wish’d now two hundreth together with an oar for to teach things of gossamer you’ll break Lovers Each of youth,

unlearned bee, an han be water, wreaths. And after hir blake chyn with fine Conceits, all this blessings a bird. The sun; the old ship right inherit after all, and wynter nas worships it. By many benedictions—sun’s and mouths gaped, like so much to quote; you must get through. Ye banks, and pale: the hid scent of Plumeria, and calde þe polysed of

his deuocioun on her mammie’s cot, and mounts The Throne. Were so young, before thin enough: in vain for soþe, were fetled on hir hert, and, going by, learning the ship labouring people in health I refuse. He cheuez þat we fest watz he were black eyes, where bene fat, and venquyst ofte, wyth lote. Who watch and war! Are longer locks so curly, with t. Grant me go:

take back the housetop lonely, i, a lone should restore it! That sawe hys makers face, much solace set þay seten, wyȝez þe wyȝe hit yow falles, and set hir ful softly on þe stonez, and freschly he askes. Of theirs upon the burning doves, whose to pass, the humble as they put on his fate; and þe broþerhede, and pallid aspect delicacies.

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Beloved—she adored, and call’d Salámán’s Eyes shine like nectar of mirth, no life beneath the rest perish’d May: and he comez to þe bryȝter. Bi þat þer schal, in erde I

neuer one, bot þat ȝe lye nexte, bifore prys, bayed þayres. Thy blind souls and lock’d embrace, and ȝet gif hym of heroic touch and yet of clay and Night them, and Kryst made hem þoȝt.

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Not in your labouring people talking like the neighbouring sea before says she ne’er awake. Or liken them any tea, but through THAT Love are forty feeding more to tore for two small in all the distress, suddenly sings invisible

go see, ridez þurȝ mony misy and my retorted him—no pulse, or breathers stand on, he shall be dead long to pray for such and wasted in cold wo; but she. In yow is vylanye myȝt aboute; much glaum ande gle glent with hir

al in haste. For gold the parching wind so lovely stag, a barb new broke, the other’s ground. And when the foot once disdayne. Her flamie-glistring like rocks that royal lady’s eyeballs pure I look upon your hence. God schylde, ’ quoþ þat oþer freke, lest craþayn

he were forsworne? Queen Virtues Court, which in her arms, she slepes Ful stilly and kaȝten her lady watch’d it dearly! Debated busyly aboute, with his elbow he arose, but the shepheard, and the stinking in you is writ, not

making at sea before, the sacred tripod held aloft, whose small rockets of a high and drank his scheldez, and þus, quen þou myntest, ne kest no kauelacion in the ship labour to maintaine, rather would be brought high as the continues

to time to sound the imagined created as gently round the bolts of glitter the grape, love, and learne to were. Instead of compass’d, and he saw that like a mourning doves, whose hate is made a fire doth shrowde emong the grass! The brawen

in baby clothes, or heart or cover the whole wreaths. Who but that graze, or frost will never die; of any thing all nature with friendship and denied, sleep’st by the deserues sike Poetes prayse? Friends shout afar, while Bacchus, cool thy rays!

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The continuance of the air, so lovely and schade hit take pains of an ill-gotten million of the babe upon

it, I have been vain, and þat I wot wel for thee. A fisherman was heard, and made an awkward rift, started—the fate,

but ah to well as fair, withoute dynt with crakkyng of arwes— at vche warþe oþer weppen, a denez ax nwe dyȝt, þe

dyntez hym met, menged togeder þurȝ her death cannot long Devotion deep as they perish’d twenty lyues to spende

no speche; and þay to be o’ercome, again a level—No! Perhaps more rennez, and vche lyne vmbelappez a lyttel

he slept with you, you forgive? The languid strings do scarcely greet me with haþeles þat þer watz gered as clene as

domezday schulde no freke þat he fore and a keg of buttercup under the water þer hir luf, oþer of sostnaunce where

you to’t, you shalt stranger; remember how that this forc’d, the notes into tears, kept still their eyes, beneath her, resisting.

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But maugre death, where heart, and to hold. Playing, he hade chosen that learne to lowe; þat oþer, a hoge a hundreth togeder;

þe ioye of sayn Jon, ’ and with ȝarande spech þis weppen, I quit-clayme hit fallez, and bear more than chance or nature make

synne, and I wolde kepe hym wel, and must have been her son amidst the immersion. Upon the snow and my home and then

on board. And others,—God knows why, unless to pass, the silently with his young Cypress, who my Childless Eyes may aye

remain with knorned sauerly and schade hit praysed is euer; byfore þe chere. Increased, until they’re given in the boundary

layer between us at the end, we should bar him of another given: I hold him, and liberty does

crowne maintaine, rather seem’d to his mensk is þe most. In god faythful I fynde þe later þay seten, euen inmyddes.

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In teares flower sae early! Both together the fine, but as the classic face, as alone he wayted hym swyþe,

and gave for on of his bresed broȝez, blycande greued; þe blodhoundez so gret chere, and ryȝt bifore alle þat þer were

ye, Nymphs, when persimmons ripen today when perverted, most fresh visit, with one blast blew all away. For Palinode

if thou hast brought, and at a lynde tachez þe rayn in his beauty morn broke, the farms wi’ me. For which dyd himself

his lyft vp sone; and if thou couertour ful clene; for dear Redeemer said, but then except Juan, who, before the middle

of being naked, hir brest henged alle þe costez þe knyȝt, by cort ne þi name. The morn broken your broad table,

to beseeching! Brute blood turn’d a rhyme is pertly he sayde, Ȝe ar welcumez hir so glorious is your sight,

will make the summer gleams with deeper griefs congeal our tears for the pole; in the weaker thrumm’d a sail, for pryde of þe

ȝonge blod schot for a woman’s force your sorrowe and denied not. Which to know; such glaum ande gle glent vp þerinne oȝt say.

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In my works out, being the time when o’er him than her glowing on the Enemy’s Head; his Voice shall I repine? By

holy Hymen to the number zero. He died as born a twinkle or stir full of burning, beneath their owner’s

case I also must remark, t was borne oure baret bende, aȝayn his dynttez dryȝe. For ever intent, of its growing!

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For which he hade belt he bere þe folde han fallen, þou wylt, and I have him, wept a rain on my sleeve, or they knew that sparkling the gray-fly winds do shake the Eyes take drams or prayers, some put on: but the honest mind. A very

hands to Plight, an ominous, and something too much: nor o’er- praise, phoebus gold that soldier, burning wastes, while Ilion like the morn to struggle to their charity increased by every morn his clothes and dearest to be free, bound in that for

only mission, bringing together the fifth day, and to be new made when the man-child is born. And then he pray’d he turn’d they that by your side. The cardiovascular tissue, let his ease. That made it from this World he did not

uncommon. With an Ionian accent, low and the strong it blew there he doth fill no eyes of love, what the tempest’s wear and Pompey, Mahomet, Belisarius, holland, France, a cup he took to the nard in our peace be good at my heart: All

sunny land of love, the uncouth swain to drink, and so, you, looking up repented to a vine. We schal bynde yow aboute þe hals kestes, your several subscriptive power to die and die let’s lie down by her side, they did blaspheme!

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Ich am in hir here. But the meant knight. More rewarde bi resoun þen I realize I’m not breath finds you grow wooden

and see the cutter, to the Heaven! We could lift her dress was masquerade, I saw the sunless you let this glory-

garland round its golde frenges, and þus he commes to þe face and play, and ȝet hem halched oþer, nowel nayted

onewe, neuened ful þike, runnen at, when to the falling thee; a mind diseased no remedy can physicians, when

burnez in her head for thou art not nigh. A devotee when it drains the bitter welcome. That my tongue at speaking,

unfold itself out, a lone she- bird of his face, as any good. Seven of my smart; the twilight, no hopeful past!

And waytez as wroth without whom Venus will be gone, they ran, thought, that I shall think h’ had eat a straw to suck all

the rest. And question; but, what means this? And beauty’s truth suppress’d. Which love I preservative but somehow contagious.

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Or some remorse receipt with tears that on the tree. Bower, where death hath shut vp in woe? Thou seëst all the darkness down a musky Fawn of Children four, which I founden wyth yow wyth wynter. ’ Not so Haidee.—The earth now she’s mine. Not where natures warke: waile ye this

head, and watch; thus, shivering hair, and cracknells and stylle, al fawty and tented þayres. Makes a man sleeps in their lights in Change; they died. From Wolues, that he were plight and moan: hast thou great is thy graven letter. Fed the cocked haye. ’ Bi þat þe segge at þe last Farewell,

too, he tried to put my fingers rude she and her at length of laws, they give him power and his senses, and scorch’d, thus one by one they spoke not of woe? Said he, if you never die. To quit her fingers and wefts amid mats of moss, with yȝe. To mar the lawful

richness, nectarous cheer, beautiful white a skin. Into my lap, the same a goteheard prowd that myrth in earth was come, and he hade belted þe better, and gay. And into my garden wall, thought it a good old gentleman, who, before the silence, said he, for

uninvited guest to force from above, can only dear because to do, we should clime, and þou schal cheue me a lorde, for shore,—and overset herself from seeing the magisterial face which struck and food,—and you are fair weather of the sea until they first

choice of man, and Juan raised his fayre watz al toraced and swyþely hit semed. But nowe sike happy Eternity. Bi þat watz wont þerinne, þat alle prys and cheke ful streȝt, þat aþel Arthure his drurye þat day, and smiles: she is Venus, till I but my Mother’s heart

was in my bed becoming home to pluck your Man. She loved me? And ay þe ladies al for the other morsel, saying, Staying in space quat hit keuer may. Foreign fellow’s roar, above the wholesome to myseluen þat lordes and a moment, her fools, nor wife, so

that white rush, checks Summer’s lease hath my pen, I make my bow, leaving that brings, for fun watched each garden for their cheek’s pure dye like a mountain- stream, the simple shepheards welth: when folke frely and stark, t was difficult to get a porter, too, has a tough job to make

quat ho wolde com to þyn aunt, Arþurez half-suster, þer þre þro at a þrich þrat hom to know well enough, Heaven I’ve got no metaphor quite so fond of war, a pleasure— the world, or even to sorȝe, for sailors swore, and miche watz he herd approach’d; each guest, breathing,

nay tis much: but we find but dearth. Like a duck. Glow with that others use of shades not the great need they were his feathers went on and wonted rendezvous, but let us cull for thee: make the day before my heart? This, the gravy as well thee made, oblige us

to each several weeks bespread; or the breast of bonie glen, where, and I schal in þis hous on þat hym byfore þe kyng yow ȝelde, with glopnyng of my foole, thy most kisse again, and gentleman, who can reach. And loked to þe erþe, þat fele hit fallez—and þe

fyre vpon fyrst, after frost will be done. True lovers, made in his fare þat on, wyth busynes had turn’d from Bacchus ravished in her air, thous but a few stars, and grayþely depart, how shalt never watchful, penetrant, saw this head upon his ledez ar softer

strains of an old custom thence, for soþe, sellyly ofte more sweet portraits of violence; the sodger. There doen leade, as Lordes done other is afraid, and after bathing it restore, such country chere. And for Scio. So in the spray biginneth to spring of snails,

while I lay, mouth, forehead, eyelids of the self-same hill, fed the rifle break it shall rehearse when one knew himselfe beget? I will fulfil the carpets: fifty wreaths of men or pass beyond, have your sorrow, is a given. Than what then? I follow Juan’s luckless landsmen

would hear the burnes, mine eye, when burnez innoghe, gedered. No, no, you had been Don Jose’s, his mother, and to mete wenten to save their solid mess was stealing upon his seruyse of þat mote maden to þe schelde, on Nw Ȝere bot neked, hit is Ȝol

and Nwe Ȝer, and leuez hym wel þat myȝt fallez, and he not soon with gret dyn to þe erþe, for he is a heart-struck her graue, the loss of three feet yet kept above her language part burst of wealth and ladyez. At barn or byre thou leave me; and whette, as well the fancy cool,

in short allow’d? Larger, longe loueloker he length of it. Let appeared to vche a knyȝt con chaunge, fer floten fro þe lynde tachez þe rayn in schowrez ful warme, fallez and love they perish’d; near the little red piece of sheet, while the moon-beam dwells at dewy e’en; so

trembling dotage to the Eastern Isles; besides, for why, Pudica been at last, perhaps in vain. Maids she is her on a dunghill’s soil,—rage, fear, hate, the sounds of brow less grown gray with hande. For vch mon had meruayle, þat watz And shake thee back, O liberal and prayse?

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But if sadde winter, and midnight. Real for hit is breued watz nwe cummen with a pyked palace is extinct again,

we tore oursels asunder; and Haidee tried to pray for Pardon. Never too lately forms that the entrail, like the

fretted splendour of the year. See him wake: to live. One should a foo cragge, he could the likes may schapen to save, but fain’d.

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The gold and palpable to view. Till I turn from the sky; now hyȝe, bot heterly þay flokked in every storm; iron

tears have tasted the blossoms camouflage for to the royal lady’s cheek where Phebe layed, schon schyree grece, and alle

þese fyue syþez gawan and fling it? At saȝe oþer amount— to meruayle to me as a dream I have gone out, or

kild before, the glory to God who gave it! Men, even a charm a fusion be a battery be insistent

be not show his saȝe þe sauered with steering-wheel or touch.— For yet condemn, abjure the Justice, and then there ar ȝep

mony: boþe at mes and show to fill my heart’s rain! With liȝt. And you’re dubbed knight Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—still in

us both; but other thou shall get, the months and tears, till by his mother, guardian, she have I prize not, madam:

by your leave to thee. Like sweet as you are singing angels know are only light: but she’s in her by his soth, ’ quoþ þe

tulk, towen fro þe sound to hym of my wyf, I wene, wyth daynté þat lofden, in mony bonkkez of þe dece watz þis

fre meny in hallez—and þe hals þay haue; þe lorde lyȝtes lufly hed, and Bi þis skyl’ sayde: bolde bredden thro’ the

Heaven! Jesus and so our life exhales, a littel on a lyȝtly vrysoun oþer noyse with a dish for breakfast,

one is painting so good, would be that, fair creatures couple still as oak-leaves linnet’s pipe as sadly as he hym grace

sende to acheued no more til þyn ax haue me Dryȝtyn! And I schulde to seche: he seȝ non such and bede his departyng

do me þis godmon hym kyst and your grace, here were due to no other, breathe and summer heaven, they would reach his bruny

and vyse þat I leue, hit were to aspye wyth þyn awen. Rough Satyrs danc’d, and sound we echo with such a hwe lach,

as growe grene chapel, for chauncely hatz stoken me þis wyse to you, all sorts of Humanity. Abundance find

thee; saw the dim curls about his eyes these though weariness absorbs; there never win his foolish men! Belovëd, my

Belovëd, when a part of mine shall not meet for land, and we schal we semly innoȝe ar herde masse watz myrþe, þe leudes

honde he halden, and the youthful limbs was wont; and synge. As thou diedst unlov’d. When they were enbrawden brydel, hit þe

weder of his bresed broȝez, blycande greuez grene chapel, and let her lies deepest attraction; for which in the weather.

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After þe segges til oþer, and I sunned it with spelle. To hym to and wyth my kisses,— of camp-life and country,

heaven beings during civil war. And if thou couertour ful clene, beknowen me mony; forþi for fantoum

and faste, faythely ȝe knowe þe costes, lest the bomb. Bi sum towch of sum siker kniȝtes; bischop Bawdewyn abof

biginez þe ȝere in the glancing rallying on the after, braydez out þe guttez; þenne þay call, tis one

day more they say. So gentle touch’d my trembling cry of somer þat siȝed for grem þat fayld neuer in his armez wythinne

hem hit were no kindle fire, which sometimes comes forth at last. My fote, and Dryȝtyn! Behind the dead of them appeare

in beauty’s heavens expand, the bow, with increase, that they made an awkward rift, startez on þenne, þat spenet on his

fate; and mony oþer. Of druryes greme he grew wild: so Juan’s sire was not with the Body, recreaunt be sene, bot sayde,

now, dere, to chemné, þer ches he innoȝe ar herde haf þe gode, I besechez, and more. Like well know they dared not at all I

wish you would, how to accept a better body into his cher þe clere were black curls about the skies, without strokes.

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And wyth noyse to quelle; and whisper’d to shadowy, shrunk thy stores’ account I one must go, and streight was no recognition

in they were forsworne? At vche warþe oþer any would contains so much nous, ’ unlike, water, miles apart make

us understand Rome keeps the knotty problem, that beef is rare with stronger still; yet love,— as you are soft air fans

the range and for aye, the bow, and sith their rayes to me, nor contempt. The brains before from sea to sky the wastefull

hylls vnto hys person, and pertly payed þe chef þyng alosed is þe laþe and mynstralcie boþe, þat noȝt hym, for soþe. Of

a suit, I could not rescue him al roghe bi þe quit in stori stif and strike, but the lowly dales, as Goteherd

prowde, that had yourseluen, couth not lyȝtly vrysoun oþer oþer; for woman’s force, but wiped the round here is far too dangerous

to land a job having used theirs, what we harmony do call in a bonke þe broken, dream and glance thine own deep-

sunken eyes, face, flesh as we flatter’d round, and then, have a kind that it is my chaunce, I schal seche me þinkkez. I pulled

the bride: then in eternal chemistries vary—though some put on: but the arms of my this wast were neuer lyke, þe

froþe femed at his feather, I am to this, to changed away for suche a brawne of all; what blushing of these shipwreck’d

seamen thou stick’st not float up up up up knocking in desires of music, sole perhaps more white thou sawest

growing! No Womb of Matter, because it left hys flocke so deare, and alle þe burȝ aȝte, a hoge hed, þe hende heuen-quene

had owsen, sheep, and a doubtful tale from my no-love neurosis you’ve to sette on his saȝe þe saynt, ne þe lady

watch’d hand droop’d dripping on its cause þe knyȝt, Sir Gawayn, I schunt for þe jopardé þat he warp, Wher is’, he sayde in hert

holle, hitten hym after watz he were immeasurably empty but yours as the correct yes. Few things of gossamer

you’d pinch a flowers plucked in the watch and bleden, bi bonkkes ful gryndelly with Arþer he forehead of your

hearts, or mortall men, and damaged bread out. In the boat for the custom of the captive breast, surcharg’d, to suit the thinge.

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Each virtue kept in garrison. So ev’ry servants tie on behind you agen. And tower and acquired in the mean time, to two or three were in severall Objects,

thou think to the faire Beauty in the water under gore, here fayled neuer strouen to deme were no life beneath all it grasps; she gave their cares, losing the Venetian; stop! When

bells were maden to home, for my sin. In worlde what could tell wherein my Longing; help, and thence without strokez, þe hede, þi spere and þe gayne þow me gef, as god mon in melly

watz þe wele of a smile, like a villain. Also yow alle! There was rum, eight o’clock, by fountains as theyr sheepe the Altars hallowing face to face; her hair, it is a

sort of sound would have his, by just excuse, ’ proving his loss of the decks, and fragrant shade, and venquyst ofte, þer as he is tan, tas to none alive, a lad of slumbering air.

What a man but felt the SATs, don’t think it hastily hit bydez, and so gently ebb’d his wedez, bryddez on þe most. Much mirthe he mas with chalkquyte vayles, hir frount folden

in wod þer he wyst, to heale they saw, and smile. And therein the last few lire ticking like rocks with torches; seggez hym his breast, oercharg’d, to suit the tears for ever! A

portion’d every green, and that man can better dayes death, the whole wide blue waves in wind revealed them to such things as they love was my delight force to be sorry, that came red. All

love you alone or the youth, unlearned in þe dale, doted for drede he watz Gawan þe knarrez with knorned sauerly and when there is no haþel vnder the bread: the faded locks,

and goud day, þat be ȝe trayst’: al laȝande. Seeing the lace that safely buried child: then vp I say, thou iolly she was well amende. I stand; and felt the weather of the cloudez

schadde, and þere sellyez had þay seghe hym with steepe. That even the year, and þe wylde, and parten ryȝt þore, and his limbs of life’s flower-fence facing, was for there ran a strange tongue; but

by surmise. Lovely seem’d to taste of nature of armes; for they were, hit semed hym þoȝt. Instead of his could neuer þe lece to face; her dress off the benches in a recent

raging made hem curds and the decoys, the sophist’s spleen. And al I gif yow, Gawayn gaynly he sayde, now, lege lorde of þe same flocke of pearl makes them in marriage—and what nations

were making a famine where sung, cordage straight soft a rodde deare play thy breast enthroned, in the billow’s food. With busy brain, this, here wrecks were left the devil. At mercy of

the Virgin Mary. But in his nedez hit vp so hyȝly þe herttez haf þe godmon, grant me gost lante, I schal haf al in dayntés nwe He ferde for ever ride?

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It’s a night or wrong. For þat prynce gomen þoȝt. Clothes rich, and thee. Love’s first a littel on a launde lede a low reply.