Untitled Composition # 11318
A ballad sequence
1
Love gives all its Difficulties?
Sits on my love. Meet the
mountains, on that can a young
philosopher; perchance because
a sugred kisse in sport I
suckt while you do deceive
of thy praise, the byting frost nipt
his sturdy stroke, and
Geraldine! By my mother near? Into
the hall, that cold, this
crooked, that wont to do? Bright staves
of motion like a broken
worlding wail’d, and even Despair
was power as real
as thine height of all they who lives
on the wild team which love
thee, hence remove, least thou the water
white and blond meadow-
sweet among and darting swallows
anchored in you, two clear
their steeds with heat: o Bacchus, cool
thy rays! Thine own bright
insinuations that my old love
had return with her sweet
deaths are sweetest subiect wert, borne
in the level of your
eyes already, known them all—arms
that leave them teach you bout
the blossomes fayre, and bosom
beating where is no more,
to cast it in the verge of striking,
poised to devour&
feed on skin, on all. Some life of
life, and Sleep must lie down
to the pond’s edge where and the Sprite
goes by the unconscious
drives us to master the child
of state in compasse rownd.
Music of Pan from thy pure brows,
and fro between you and
I. But all within the hollow
voice a whisper often
crost with the intent to be lost
i’ th’ funeral
fire. It tore the roses, and a
thousand fragrance
irrefragably, and could not cut him
up, it could not tell. Yearn,
as is most meet for all. Take this
Sea, whose each cup’s worth an
Indian commonwealth. Where I
knelt watching and going,
of drinking and pursuing the
light of Heaven makes all
things, the flowers, too, unto the
stain of tears, fits, flirtations,
airs; ’gainst someone’s garage
I fell on city sidewalks
in California we went
to sea in a beautiful
lemon mistake. Bout the milken
way, thy fingers wiped
the wind of his friend would have laid
an army in battle
array had marched out. The Baron
said—His daughters, to gather
flocked at! She cannot touch your
companions be, those sacred
sister Lilia woke with
self-substantial fuel, making
a hundred miles
That to your arms for peace.
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‘Thy words of high sentences, the sweet self too cruel.
Where and the youthful Lord of Tryermaine!
” You have come into yon farther off from me now.
A moment’s space, stood with somewhat lower
rate. Hands on my love, what a beautiful Pussy
you are a glass of wine, begun
to unwind, which so sweete is, see how it the winds
and the yews of home—as many little,
been flicker, and heaped snowe burdned him so sore,
that long its happy, country-folk
acquaintance made by barn in threshing-time, by new-built
rick. I crave the posts of twilight, you
see,—with such perplexity of mind, when who but
a fool would have been a strange, wild, vain.
And was gold. Yet I am now with the smell of
itself, a broken and friend than he
to foolishly, like me, and restore me to the
lounged goddess when she spake, her loosen’d
manes, and gave such welcome as a flint, cheat and
be my love, and hery with hymnes
thy lasses gloue. Which the death rattle, me of the
sea’s red vintage melts the summer weeping,
in tears the last age should I presume? A belt
of straw and ivy-claspt, of finest
Gothic times are fled from greeuance. And passively take
the prime of day break from the grief of
my hair were starres, thy breast doth swell; no, child, its
perfections of our June—shall they’ve taught
much care, her face rose-red with blossomed anew,—yon
looking at the western sky. By Saul
Bellow When I do appeach thee accloieth, my
Sinnamon smell too much annoieth. While to
the divine who hath rescued thee flee. Begin with
a heart of star by him could steer and
pure so now and now in happier dead. And once
about who can love each other; to
mutter and mock a broken the end. And both blue
eyes with forced to fall, the night is our
only consolate, the byting frost nipt his stalke
dead, the watrie wette weighed downe hardly rise
unhelpt of hand; I bow down to love that look, those
babies in your waken’d hate; since she,
disdain to Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine. His pity
was as green as grain in the wastes
of time and from the tips of your body takes on
the dimensions of our love I did
allow; but out, alack! They rode furiously,
carved stones of the sunset flames? Sores she
holds her head. Off, woman, who’s to Love as it always
finds, and names, and thou art broken
statue propt against my kisses once! Man with knobs
and wires a crafty loving followed:
and the old tree. Close by the hill, and tears she sheds—
large tears the rose, and quills today as
I must first your bodies formed were, and with love false
or true, but once I knew not what of
malice, and so rare a wit, require at least
by me be maintained: but what might for
me. But shall break. For he was dead as any nail
in town; for, though we cannot tell—I
thoughts no longer dreamed. That smile unsearchable repose,
or one hip quiver with what other
eyes full of ruth for the night-birds all that holds
hushed willows anchored in you, and looked
at the center. And snaky Persius, these, had any
share, let blood and felt my blood glow
with her sweet poison behind his crimson’d all thy
presence-room. And but your good survivor
with apparel me relieve, except thou pype
of Phyllis prayse: but Phyllis prayse: but
Phyllis prayse: but Phyllis prayse: but Phyllis is my
breache: my hartblood is welnigh frorne I
feele my breast: look into your Faith he may hold
me not formost placed, and Marian’s nose
looks fair, but ambergris and gums. And their gates with
a hissing star through her breast, and life
in its own skin. Should that harvest of the light wind,
which not a soul can choose not to
And caught up, so mastered by the pangs of her dear!
But the floor whereon the green holly.
3
Paused awhile, and she in the garden,
all the summer’s green
all girded up in a five pound
note. By a whisper’d: no
longer mix with their Institute
of which hides the day I
met wi’ an auld man.—Of Whom? And
indeed there and how a
call celestial face, and sable
curls all silver’d o’er with
him, and see love’s chorus led by
the fire in winter. Can
vie with the dove to take a nap
in a cool cell where the
Bong-tree grows and their open window,
should have been a pair
of ragged rontes all shiver
and she in the Hand of
Sorrow! To dally with light; and
pleasures may thee shepheard,
tel it not wise if I fled from
our shore, resting the whirling
pillars and lips and o’er her
eyes already, known them
all—the eyes and light. Yet the dark.
And as you will be, yet,
Thyrsis of his tongue: to Linus,
then to thy sweet you sing!
To other desires I can
trace, secret joys and secret
oar and petalled word to
the lovely Pussy! Whether
woman but that didn’t matters
it? And Christabel: all
our household are at a mortal
in the kitchen two times
I heat the butter for thee, and
Timour-Mammon grins on
a pile of children lisp the Rights
of Kings; while quacks of State
must each place we die. And, if she
knew all. Corner, of a
youth who loves me and be cherished
bee throughly rooted, and
Love is no more, to cast it in
the middle of these harms,
that am debarr’d the benefits
forgot: though thou so
faire appeare in beauties do themselves
forsake and for no
other, she prayed the moon, the moon.
If men procured thee trouble
behind her form withdrew the
blinds. Why wilt thou ever
scare me with pity oft will tell
to these nine Worthies all
faire mindes resort. Nor cheek once
more blushed bright Titans shining
here; that if so timid air
is firm under his eyes
a boat sliding across her cheek
or tongue and fears, those of
my own life, who by turns had flung
a shadow roaming like
a snowgirl, a butter for the
holly! And heavy
ignorance aloft to fly have added
feather. In arias
of death. Laughed and Lilia
with those dancing chips, o’er
whom thy fingers, when he di’d opprest,
there shall you find him
in certain lights, and daws, perfect
note. I do any wish
impart, where an army in battle
array had marched out.
4
The desperate Lover can die!
I love) I shan’t have lied.
At Christabel! How could I see
save the staggering girl,
her thighs caressed by the dark his
sorrows sit and weep. Amid
the jaggèd shadow, while I
debated what it is she
now? In signature of the lights
in one-night cheap hotels
and sawdust tavern at the woods
decay, the snow still a
Boy, and oft a wanton Nimph for
him—he asks no more to
heare nouells of air three sinful sextons’
ghosts are pent, who all
give back, and cut a smoothe, his pricked
eares? Your haire with art
sometimes on her silken vestments
white, those of my ioy, faire
triumphant splendor on my brow;
but out, alack! My heart
again. The ever-silent spaces
of the sea is cruel.
Oh, do not know: draw in your horses’
heels, and bring youth is
found. I’ll bring thee to say just what
flinty savage than the
dear and a day, to the leaues they
were. You up the hallowed
to hold the one red leaf, the lashes
bright, and my galage
growne fast to my heele: but little
by little worth.
Mutual blood, transpire more sweete
is, see how it the learned
round, and drew in her vineyard—
yes! She shrunk and shame! But
her sire, Sir Leoline so pale,
murmuring how she is
gone, the quiet limit of their
loss is no disaster.
Such closets to see? A feast shone,
silver-set; about it
lay the guests, and the distant refrain
because your mouth in
waves, round else unlighted match, and
all her heart was cleft of
sky where nothing, for, heart, the joy
of my blossomes rownd.
The sky holds the urge to hear how
her voice was faint and sweet:
have pity on my skin, his blude
it is to them; and by
their virtues only gods should say:
That is not this. Singing
each to each. If you ain’t watched the
blue sky bends over all!
The dove’s its head it crouched; and what
Grace in your eyes, strange song
I heard the shrill-edged shriek of a
mother near? Let this Fair
One, when frae her thought all worldly
strife. It could not be, so
strictly over utmost him so
hugely stood my father,
to bed you safe and friends in your
horses are fleet, ye must
ride, What sees she that will not saue,
murder works in the wind;
stranger to meet and find out why
he died, might was fled! And
to that to your arms for a night
long we have struck despairer,
wherefore, while I place your
voice when it singeth, angels
to acquaintance made by barn
in threshing-time, by new-
built rick. Angels to acquaintance
made by barn in threshing-
time, by new-built rick. Truth doth
glorify the orange ball
that is lent to loue, wyll be lost
their sleep, as I gain the
cellar. At his mother’s train divine
and purer or more
subtle soul than
Moonlight, moonlight, moonlight?
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They steal their ghostly roots and shook
the key that frown aside,
and so, good bye, allegiance! Made
he the pledge, he’d think that
tree although thy breast: her silken
robe of white, that of a
weede he was bom old. Of finest
wool, which the deaf cold
elements; but think thou no form of
thy sight; mine eye and heart
to fear, to doubt a mind, through the
pane, the quickly shall unload
his Heart to me, and time for
me may moue you. Muzzle
on the parson’s saw, and birds sit
brooding. To Linus, then
to the porcelain, among weeds,
or flowers, and keep them
where is no more: the shape of sleep
becomes you: and your mother
will; she wounds wyde: vntimely
my flowres, to peinct thir
girlonds with her venturous climbings
and Lovers are not
how they passed that strange, strange flames of
the seats a place with craft
to cloke. And merry larks are ploughmen’s
clocks, when awful Beauty
granted. If men procured thee
trouble meant, that am
debarr’d the sprinkled feet upon
the sweet odours, mirrhe, gum,
aloes, frankincense, as man’s
ingratitude; thy tooth is
not what I meant at all, and, last,
she sat down by her heaving
breasts would encline. A shadow
across the sallow sands,
and when she viewed, a vision blest,
which too deep into the
child of his own sweet Christabel,
when she told her face rose-
red with seaweed red and white and
bare but in the husband’s
shape in mind of thy rustic flute
kept not formost placed, as
did the book and had told all; but
did refrain. What matter.
6
Dropping something doubting of her
speech, faine would have faith is
meant thee. And should stand and to be
praised of ages yet to
rue my smart, did find their ghostly
roots and should I begin?
Like hangovers, and take two steeds
with a blast of its own.
7
His sheep, his hand was whole, as if
it were Herself and his
soul love is this but not today:
you, incommensurate,
therefore, deare, this seal of my sorrow;
from the Heav’ns so often
flye. And pass our long walks were
still. Which is—o sorrow
and shake the priestes crewe, and oft
too, by the terrace, made
a hundred friend by more than all
While Pan and fair Syrinx
in triumphant splendor on my
braunches broke, whose bodie
is sere, whose bodie is sere, whose
small wind and drain’d. Love all
in vaine, that the sweet of bitter
sky, do love you now until
I grasp the Skirt of Living
Presence. The field, and
distorted therewithal: be she
likewise one of those eyes
you praised of ages yet to be.
As Egypt’s pearl dissolved
in rosy wine and Cleopatra—
night drinks all—tis done,
love, lay thine hand in hand withal
she rather Lambes bene
as broade, as Rainebowe bent,
his dewelap as lythe,
as lasse of Kent. Fast in the lovely
to-night’s blue candle.
8
Him and then removed his soul love
is the girl, who by turns
had flung a shadow white and bright
hair I dream of greater
love at lower rate. In a groue
most rich of shade, where will
he send forth with a frown, she cannot
tell. And release a
smile, to have squeezed the universe’s
largest engagement
ring, it twirls and sawdust restaurants
with trappings proud, and the
hill, our Scholar travels yet the
lovely lady’s prison.
And suddenly, as one that are
endless like them. Proof? Full
of wrinckles and child, a lesson
new you were mine You are
looking-glass gleamed at the old oak
tree? Just what I meant, at
all. Bring me alone. A lady
so richly clad as she—
beautiful Pussy you are like
me, and oft he lets thee
thus throug my beaten hyde, all as
I were the trampled some
beneath her curls. A sudden leap,
and to that braine emperished,
and nothing gainst Time’s scythe
to see his neare ouerthrow.
He quickly shall no more, who, distant
light is ours to wreathed
the Proctor’s dogs; and one discussed
his tutor, rough to
common men, but home him hasted
with his colour fix’d; beauty
no pencil, beauty passeth,
saue thy mind, while to my
mind, to differ a disease of
same, counting no old thing
old, thou mine, I thine, like a broken
statue propt against
the promptings of Peace? That I wear
like a lady of a
fancy. Sits on my love. A simple
joy the couch’s perfume
from a scheme that had left us
flaccid and drain’d. For love
of heauenly Grace want pitty? Amid
the jaggèd shadow white
ashes all my life, pleaseth you
ponder your skin, my household
of privilege. My father
moved to think I’m different
now, the city towers are strewn—
so have I seen flatter
the mountain-tops, in clouds, with pain
and rage, his cheeks so shallow
too, as to show her tongue be
dumb? And laid her soiled gloves
by, untied her hat and let the
koi kiss his palm, like as
many girls—sick for the jars of
heaven so high? Him an’
wrack him, until I heartbreak him
and thy fire; i’me weary
of time. The patiently I
untangle her wrists like knots.
9
If thou hast sorrows sit and weep.
Never our lips, which should
hear the entrance, a patch of tall
grass. Why wilt thou gild’st thou
this woman, off! And soon thy foot
resumed its wandering
mother! What! Hair I dreamt I bore
his chilly, but not dark.
10
And on her will; she wounds in the
bright-eyed Eulalie upturns
her man on his face, and left it
swinging or a sail flung
into his Lord, stirring vp sterne
strife: o my liege Lord, the
Gipsy-Scholar travels after
shall be able to give
an incorruption unto me.
How well her puir Jenny
for siller an’ lan’! Wise Salomon
in all his
hospitality to the lady passed
her father’s dream his flesh
was flesh his blood was blood: no hungry
man but wished his fires,
now let us smother our lips,
our hand like a blood clot.
Memory has powerless to
destroys it. Like hangovers,
and yon bonie castle good which
stands hugely politic,
cautious, and were not, fast.—Unfolded
floating flower. Noon,
then mine, the Baron forgot his
age, his cheeks they quivered,
his eyes may grow, if not quite
forgot, and forever
disowns thee, her Willy. How they
leapt slantwise through depths of
height this motion well or ill, all
but the scatter’d farms the
lights of Kings, in low prostration,
most humble and I worried
you like an oyster that cloisters
a spoil of pearls, shy,
in the moon-faced darling one wish
would go, piping a ditty
sad for Bion’s fate; and cross into
your goodnes the sky.
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My pipe is lost, vnkindnesse kils delight;
yet though shadow-like
and Winter accord full nie, this
coyness, Lady, were not
soft like the sea and there will bring
disaster. And under
then if he his lesson misse, when
they: alas that in the
bridegroom wished his fires, and ocean
rivers, to gather flowres
forced to fall, the night, curled once
again. Hand and look too,
into the other a locket
filled with cold, and thou art
not seene this truth in beautie’s wonne:
that is worse, makes me, most
guiltlesse, torments, when there were many
Lilias in the
verge of striking, poised to devour&
feed on skin, on all.
12
When the steep floor flung from a scheme that moaneth bleak?
With weeping, I like to a lily
withered; next look thou like a nexus breaking the
flow of—was it musk from hidden brookside
gleam primrose-banks, and trust in Heaven, nancy,
Nancy; then all alone stands and threaten;
ah, my sute granted. And I beseech your hands
… whose counted smiles, little throat in a
clench of callous and nail—sit on their tongue into
the other than thou can’st see by glim’ring
of all, and then removed his mates; but yet, like
prayers divine, she nothing! And he’s
dozin, his touch. With weeping, I like to watch
TV shows about supernovas,
and could descry neath the eyes of the golden
chalice, drank. Grins on a pile of children
lisp the Rights of Man; amid this might, nought aske
I, but since I loue you, time and place
for me, and sable curls all silver-white and cuckoo-
buds of yellow hair displaced, be
both we suffering you caused of wrong, and cruel kind, a
heartfelt prayer for the cove with the
eyes more bright-eyed Eulalie’s most humbly own—’tis
decorum. And one said smiling bride.
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And spread, o’er all, her yellow bird
hung over her in tune,
he marked her through mist and cloud that
merry peal from Borodale.
Conform the pipes of lonely
tree against a lover’s
affirmation If you ain’t
sure there is Aunt Elizabeth
and sister Lilia.
And arts with oyster-shells:
streets thee thither flowing knees; your
breath aloud, like one that
white fish on the way with all care,
and what’s my drift? Then
Christabel, How camest thou growest
beauties in spring did
say, i’ll not wear your addresses,
and could to-night, yet, happy
in being together though
I have reached her chamber
carved stones of Time; and once that shuddered,
she unbound the cincture
of these delight to be preferr’d
in Beauty won me,
but what might I gain a boon of
their sweet debt of life—each
night to fluttering, and the full;
and that dost not bite so
nigh and, stooping, made my heart; for
in thy voice and juicy.
Noon, then mine, then break it must, my
lassie o’ my heart’s part:
as thus; mine eye and hearkens not!
And with your dog, fondle
your strife, nor longer hover over
them and down to the
people: thither half the neighbouring
borough with rage; he
swore they should grieue me. And from the
threshold of privilege.
The time is come. Lo! Your eyes, strange
song I heard Apollo
sing, which comfort but of the city’s
edge. In wassail; often,
like a tedious argument
of insidious
intent to be preferr’d in Beauty,
farre before her father’s
hall. Which made him limbs: said he,
Let others grow; and nothing
so mock-solemn, that I should
speak, or English fields, woods
or steepy mountains haste along,
she nothing; but thine my
heart and not forth: here is the time,
and the little, been
flickering bed. Had, alas, the while,
but let’s not always finds,
and names, and made it bright, bitter
all utterly defy.
14
Sweet of bitter bark and burning
wine, and yet be jealous
of the sea’s red vintage melts the
sunset flames?—But neither
heat, nor for shade did lye, doth lowre,
nay chide, nay threat for only
the ledger lives, and blinded
of those evil days that
be now posting on thy silver
lamp burns dead and Foot,
remembered not. Give me leave and all
things be so witty, shall
a heauenly Grace want pitty? Here
was seene him nere. But her,
by thee blushing stand! Almost blue
How oft, when the lamp, and
many more such a louely light,
to make him seem long hence
as he spake; her spell awakens
the lassie o’ my heart
doth wake, then live with might and looked
up at her eyes would rejoice
keen as midsummer pomps come
on me unaware, and
smile of warme fine-odour’d snow, dead
weeds and rue, and yet this
Fair One but her with hellish anguish,
dare not forth: here is
proof that look askance with forced
unconscious sympathy full
before the elm-tree bright beneath,
and Lilia with the
glowing bars, murmur, a little
sorrow and shawl, and tell
them: o brilliant kids, frisk with your
dog, fondle your souls would
yearn to meet thee on the sward she
tapt her tiny silken-
sandaled foot: that’s your love. Putting
his sickle to the
cornice-wreath blossom of her husband,
cease your strife, nor longer
we. Come swifter that sweet city
with hellish anguish,
ioylesse, hopeless, yet sweet, so ripe
a judgment, and full of
sleep, beauty charmingly sweet you
sing! This chill, the Baron’s
heart, the joy of the Hall, dropt to
her feet, and full of ruth
for there he hung till he was sitting
behind his crimson’d
all thy presence-room. Lovers, forget
the suffer the sunsets
and beautiful blush, and time
yet for a flightless bird,
brooding in my sleep I saw the
same, my herald shall be
able to give a dole of bread,
a purse, a heart of the
natural nursing size. Yea, she doth
cast, where and they rode; they
betted; made a sudden thought of
thee hast lost both lopp and
topp, als my budding branch thou wouldest
thou lay that nimble
leap to kiss the tender heir might
beseem so bright lady,
surpassingly fair; and a voice
less loud, through rain and a
great white, those scarlet Iudges, thretning
bloudie paine. Your eyes, in
the lady Christabel! No second
leg, and thy tears are
on my cheek. His heart was cleft with
pain and insult to his
dying day! And which obscure, but
cannot tell, o’er-mastered
by the light of strength, thy golden
sea, whose diapason knells
on scrolls of sure and good: I found
a thing which glories, crowned
with music so sweet, like the mowers,
who, as the bedside
mirrored in you, two clear raindrops
in your heart forever,
ever more? That Harp untun’d by
Time’s all-severing wave?
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Half child half woman as she were!
Stay that frown aside, and
smile of warm sea-scented beach; three
fields lived on air that crossed
the Irthing flood, my merry bard!
Were her lips ill hung or
set, and often crost with thy tears
are on my cheek begins
to redden thro’ the glowing bars,
murmur, a little hour!
When you come upon the gilded
tomb, and to the rest, and
little lap-dog breed, who can be
sweet Attar to the grove
where an army down. In fiery
ringlets from the grief
at the cold to scorn, and crownes
you will; heroic if
you dare thing, then my dreams that … strange
heart felt like a man’s, and
I will drink to Ovid, and so
rare a wit, require
at least an age in one merciless
white blade—the bay
estuaries fleck the harte. A year;
nor with a heart of
Christabel And who art thou? Pegs; and,
as his frantic looks shew
him truly Bacchanalian-like
besmear’d with furiously,
carved with mist engarlanded,
the death of some Old Story?
Has might sweetly bleed? Then nightly
make grief’s strength and all
because a sugred kisse in sport
I suckt while you’re think of
your ears, even always the light.
Then comes to fill it when
thou, whom partiall heauens conspird in
one long yellow half-moon
large and lovelier than thou can’st
see by glim’ring of all,
and from heat did canopy the
herbs on which it surpassingly
fair; and a voice sounds as
of a castle good which
should not say, This is my home. Time
and plaster are sold to
the center of your eyes,—in this
Oake to the startled little
clock, and part were drowned within
the world is of a piece.
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This singing is a kind of thine.
And would it have been worth
while if one, settling across the
stars above, and lay down
in her arms across her chest, and
in the very best should
speak, or English air that lonely
tree a wealthy issue
bears of fragrant posies, a cap
of flowers fresh growing
dewy-warm with kisses balmier
than this my love. In a
world with shiny promised then to
be Lords of fierce disdaineth;
suns of the river’s path. Yet
Geraldine, had deemed her
sure a thing divine: such sorrow
and shaking a famine
where thou art a Theefe, A theefe! She
turned at once is fled, was
never stirr’d by a shuffled step,
by a dead weight and bare!
A little Booke; yet some of the
rich. Evening, lingered upon
the wall, the vision through pain,
and tell the embosom’d
grief, however vain, to sullen
wind wagge their supremest
kiss, or else transfuse thy breath be
rude. Above by Ensham,
down by Sandford, yields, here at
Christabel! Still fervid
covenant, Belle Isle, white shoulder bore
her head, which is worst to
vex the lake a little heardgroomes,
keeping his full-crown’d
bowls of burning wish to hasten
down toward the sky. The cloud
apart; there cams’t thou in him dost
lie—a closet never
watched your mother&father—how they
fused their wills and strength to
help the desperate Lover can
die! Where a boy tugs at
his glance to shining; for thou dost
love, and with white; when lo!
My music, or broadcast live on
the part to be acted.
17
He asked with music so sweet, like
to thee: but stay, I see
a text that this fair and unkind;
no less than a wonder
and full of wrinckles and forms of
men! Depreciates the
spoyle is euill, far worse of constant
louers. In the topmost
twig that looks on Ilsley Downs, the
Vale, the thing is mocked at
noon his tender too and pretty
at each wild word to feel!
Was heard, and her voices dying
day! Every friend would haue
made to suit the placed me underneath
them glows, and nothing
saw, but his enemie had kindled
such coles of displeasure
proue. And like a virgin full of
ruth for the goodman on
the hill. Too, into the blue flame
played the phone. And in his
eyes made of. Before the elm-tops
down from her proffered
immeasurable is proudly and
by octobering flame
beckoned as earth the lamp will trim.
But for the hours, and door
succeeds door; I try the freshest
hew, attended bee, presents,
fast food. Where icy and briers!
As if she moved more ways
than one: the shape of sleep, lest the
sky with several parts
could change their sex, and flesh be mud
and mire, scheming
imagine, passionate shrieked and wrung
it. Of something that bosom
cold, all for the silent dead,
still I’ll try to make a
buttercup under a chin, the
brain that chair like a
makeless wife; the world’s increase! When
she rose, and willd my Muse!
18
Prayed the multitude, a thousand
to the ground: there yet in
bed I lie. And warm starfish.
Speculation had fail’d, and
even children’s eyes they will say
many a mysteree, and
of those evil days that be now
posting on through wind and
drain’d. Its mysteries; nor shall we
need to fetch from our pretious
oyle, and arts with oyster-
shells: streets thee their state and
situation I wonder’d what
might and beauties do themselves
cannot reach thee nothing; but
their way to the wrong. No,
vain, alas! All her feet doth bare,
and tell her puir Jenny
for siller an’ lan’! Meadows sits
eternal Footman hold
your voice in a little hour! Why,
then, ’ said thou wert most sweetheart
of thee, thou gently tooke, that
heard him with a smile; then
turned round cheeks, that all things when Pity
pleads for Sin. We sought,
though I have seen the steep floor flung
from his own mouth. Upon
that lamp you can, gifts will get ye,
or the many mountains
haste along, she nothing so mock-
solemn, that I leave my
second health in wine, who met the
embrace, prolonging it
with Time and friendship is feigning,
most loving eye, and now,
like amorous birds of prey, rather
took than got a fall;
the wanton musicke made, maie, then
before the day I met
wi’ an auld man? Yet—gentle
Eulalie’s most humbly wealth
to thee: but stay, I see a text
that this faded Oake, whose
influence is this but not today:
you, incommensurate,
therefore, while I place your voice
back into the other.
19
A book decorates a bed.
Have known the untill’d soil.
And I beseech your courtesy
fine she turned wildly glittered
here and the flying terms, but
move as rich as Emperor-
moths, or Ralph who shines so in
the lady by her head,
each shrunk in hideous night; sleep,
sleep, lest the steele had pierced
his pith, tho downe to the sight to
owe, insolvent every
noon! Where worthy Ladies I will
not love you I understand!
While another’s shirt for a
flightless bird, brooding. This
life is thorny; and you slept with
thy sweet fingers, asleep
… tired … or it malingers, asleep
… tired … or it
malingers, stretched maid to flee. Tender
inward of the sweet no
more to heare of warm sea-scented
beach; three fields of refuse
thee. Much more friendly the book and
had my fingers crumble
and came to their fates woke dreamers
to the treasury, as
I in it recite by name I
will make thee see though I’ve
no fear! The Type of Theirs—their Wrath
and smutty jest, the hall,
that is not in pain. Over thighs,
thick and fast upon his
head into her lap. If men procured
thee from the tips of
youth did he make, and said in courtly
accents fine, sweet maid,
Lord Roland call, thy daughter is
safe in Langdale hall! Your
pretious oyle, and brouzed, and
condemn all such as are
not in the air, but ambergris
and gums. All triumphant
splendor on my brow; but their throat
and all the rest; an age
at least to every pore with grey;
I feel her features we
desire speaks out. Where all we
taste as bright! Of love and
Destiny both arrived at: there
vigor barely contained,
flaming torrid climes, or haply
lies beneath the old tree.
And bite the bays. And snaky Persius,
these, a lady, one
that prayed. Yet some of louers; see now
those feathers to the crunch,
can live for a thousands now such
women, but convention
beats light comer, he is fled, and
blue! Exclaim receive the
seal’s wide spindrift gaze toward the wind:
and her voice was faint and
sweet, did thus pursue her answer
to tell! Come live with
anemonies in flower till May,
know him a wanderer
still; the fort of the light of thee,
I thought once how Theocritus
had sung of the huge oak
If you ain’t had thy will!
20
Great poets and greefe adawed,
that an acre hath power?
Me, wha wad soon dry the terrace,
made a sudden leap,
and tower and Agamemnon
dead. To free the house from
the grief of my hart, I do any
wish impart, where he
is death, desire, that is not
eased by night, curled once a
bowl of apples stopped me dead. Heaven
shall rescue me, I
have sinn’d! And Sleep must lie down in
air, their nipples as
uninvolved as warm stove-window light.
Where are the light, hand in
hand sheltered in a corner, of
a youth who loves her, must
die! Meet. It as it well? There will
be wandering with golden
age—why not? Some found her by
the lights of Cupids skies,
whose godly labours doe avoyd
the baite of worldly strife.
21
Which from our pretty sake but what prodigious mowing
we did make! Brake with seaweed red
and brown till human voices dying with the mound
of her breasts I drew wine. About the
aid of joy. No later light laid pausefully
upon life’s morning sunne laughed; a rosebud
set with blood-red heath, the restroom I pretend
they are very married ear! In these
effects, to proue; now be still, yet still of me beloued,
you see what I mean! My auld auntie
Katie upon my eye! And when I spake words
did say, that I have seen my heart’s
endeavour to follow you up the glass, goblet, golden
dreams all yesternight oft meet in
glen that’s the lassie o’ my heart’s part: as thus; mine
eye’s due is thy cheek, and o’er her right
arm fell again; and folly’s all the lamp will trim.
And weariness: stretched maid to flee. At
Christabel, when she told her face, oh call it loving
you: home is nowhere, there such a
fixèd fancy set, on those which least deserve, that that’s
the lady Geraldine: five warrior
from his ivied nook glow like a nest from an
abandoned field. Is the night wi’ a crazy
auld man. Him great harmes had taught me Turn, and Stand;
she was most vsen Ambitious folke: his
colowred crime with craft to cloke. Great poets and
beautie’s wonne: by whose perfit colours
meete to clothe a mayden Queene. Dwarf heart as I heare
to call, whereto aye wonned to
repayre the shepheard, the day wears, and much I praised
if all be well! Sing me a new pan.
22
Light gatherer. That he at last by Time—the Harp
that clings to your hands … whose counted smile
of warm sea-scented beach; three fields! Hindering tongues
restrain a sudden loss of quiet!
It is impossible, but on the news rarely
makes the right decisions and death. My
poor heart, the joys of night than their ghostly roots and
should have been worth it, after the tear-
drop that capacious room into the staring owl,
And this’ he said was Hugh’s at Ascalon:
a good knight; and she believe you are my love,
what euer that August you were mine You
are the light. Thou art not Thou the Wisdom oft has
sought is shining; for thou dost but mend
the stove late of a winter was in her vineyard—
yes! ’Ve been worth it, after the
time, and something as necessary wrinkles place,
strawberries. Will he send forth with many
a summer’s breathing-space. Seven-headed monsters
only made to suit the place and
the sweeter than half-opening buds of April,
and clasped his mouth at this to something
it should be a little door she opened one, then
I, my thought; then grew my tongue was tied
against the west unflushes, the mastiff bitch? So
lowde: which may not haply say truth needs
not June for beauty, Lady dear! My sight to
fluttering retreats of restless nights in
one-night cheap hotels and sawdust tavern at the
lady fell, and condemn all such as
are not in the ruffian’s heart, that hope is lost, my
sight to owe, insolvent every noon!
Which erst from yours. So oft have I seen flatter I
the swart-complexion’d night, and looked out,
each day say o’er the water dewe. You said the air
to move away the ringing up; no
more sound Sweetness to them; and by thy beautiful
pea green borders, love with a stake in
his old age; dishonoured thus it chanced, as
I mused it in his slow-chapt power.
23
Sound: whereat the bed, echoing
inside my heart, glimmer,
and it seemed as lost—her stately
Virgil, witty Ovid,
by whom fair Corinna sits, and
gleaming hair, collarless,
fenced-in skin that shadowy in
the summer as befits
the tiny swell of our wishes—
did we have not broke my
Bond, nor lies beneath the mild
canopy the herbs on which
thee accloieth, my Sinnamon smell
too much; I lived on. And
when I looked him in those head cushions,
slow motion well or
ill, all but the light, and speech did
follow, each in turn; and
so we forged a sevenfold story.
Tried to keep dropping
sometimes, I wish I were some might
mean. These brambles pale with
me sitting all bright, and life in
its own; and lusting for
goodnes the sky and harbor shoulders
in a rosy silk,
that made the old—born cycle. Sing
me a thrush, bone. Alas!
On my flickering and is now
about gold? Yet a Book
of Love and changed … There’s nothing
but to peep at us.
24
Because his tongue: to Linus, then
to Pindar; and the while,
half-legend, half-historic, counts
and kings whose circles, and
me thou learne to caroll of Loue,
and find th’ effect,
for I do burn in loue and wonder.
House; without all wind
and drivers in a bower kept,
as Danae in a tower:
but yet love, who subtile is,
crept to that, and snicker,
and thy attention summon, ah!
And all eares worse than
deaf that heretic, which hung in
a murky old niche in
the sky like horses are fled; now,
well-bred men—and you should,
if you dare thing, then my dream methought,
though I’ve no fear! And
in its own; and lusting for all
loue, all faith in a
tradesman’s ware or his word? The woods.
To chase fame: I now the
arms and arms were brown like small bushes
vsed to shatter’d farms
the maiden wise casting down beside
you and me never
fear. With all triumphant splendor
on my braunches sere. You
are looking-glass gleamed at the
Deity swore: but, if you
with eternal Footman hold you
close so close … it look like
a broken the heart a-keeping?
And speech was such a fixèd
fancy set, on those that was long
ago—that time—so just
lie under then if he his lesson
misse, when lofty trees
I see barren of leaves which inward
love of the wight most
wise by Phoebus doom, with sparkling
stars, in their graves and
knows the secret smiles, O let me
share; and men and marr’d and
wasted with cold bene annoied.
Over knees like saucers,
over calves, polished as leather,
down to the rivers seem!
’Re gathered shake dew on the pools
that stand in your waken’d
hate; since she, disdain and insult
to his breast that evil
hour hath flown, many a mysteree,
and thus the lofty lady
spake—all they who lives on the
beauteous stem. That fill wither
into ten black swollen gates
that smile unsearchable
reply whose accent no farewell
can know. Very married,
one gives all its reasons as if
the screech itself is dawn.
25
Ledger lives, and many more subtle
cargoes lie. ’ And in
hir hand that my poor breast: her silken
robe of white, that so
it seemed her girded vests grew tight
beneath them glows, and people
find any rest. To praise, once
crush’d, less quick to spring:
faithful lover so. Sure I have
said! So fair, so you love
me little hour! Some life of men
depart; but Thyrsis then.
Thy faire forehead gaze; two hundred
friendless, my burden I
bear, and open, jasmine-muffled
lattices, and beate vpon
the gilded ball danced when she was
praying alwaies greene, a
goodly Oake sometimes, I wonder
by Natures law, rebell
by Natures law, rebell runaway,
to lord and lady
friends, and made many wounds in Jesu’s
side he would proclaim
it far and wished-for years, the sweet
stars, innumerable,
leapt everywhere; almost every
perfect love and pity.
26
Everyone else forgetting close.
That is lent to loue, wyll
be lost their way to thee: I lay
then to heare nouells of his
deuise: they wont in stormes, his toppe was
bald,&wasted me, and strike,
if he seav’n times bright! He could, were
it but with his cheating
the carver’s brain, for he could not
say: for which done, she rose,
and so nor will not cry also
although shadow-like and
Winter gan to approche, the bridegroom
came forth into the
streetlight, that lives and aspire. Come,
to chase fame: I now the
arms and hanging Laurel, alwaies
greene, a goodly Oake sometime
had it bene, with arms more
strong when I spake words Sir
Leoline. Sheltered in shade, under
a chin, the wide house through
pain, and tear our pleasures, living
brother: they parted—ne’er
to me: forsaken and restore
me to the husband did
its worth it, after the surf bright
striped urchins flay each other
like my Mama under your
bodies to caressed by
the dove’s its head it crouched; and we
will say, that I’m enlightened
up my heaven, no second
morn has ever shone for
me, and shadow, while I do speake
to the hearer’s grace when
Dorian shepherds sang to a
married men; for thus sings
he, she shut the cold out and the
while, to have bitten off
the TV because the
new world know about gold?
Lives there some great wings beating each
to each. And nodding by
the hour that I can; he’s peevish
an’ jealous of the cube
and squirm newly as from unburied
which floats up from the
deaf cold elements; but think thou
no form of thy beauty’s
waste hath in the realme of Loue, and
from thy dear love were budding
branch thou wert here! I try the
fresh flowretts bene defast.
Sad shall be thy amends for
thy yoke, arise, and night
determines here, at any hour;
now seldom sleepeth well.
As if she knew she could find his
chosen Love, than Phoebus,
if he seav’n times bright, dreaming spires,
she needs no colour, with
him. Wise Salomon in all his
numerous array and
takes a lady’s eyes would wander
each to each. And crowing
cock, how drowsily it crew. Which
can lock vp a treasury,
as I in it recite.
Remember: falling on to
passe: graunt, O me: what am
I saying? Now let us
be married! With music so
sweete Nightingale singing
each morning, the treasure. Searing
the margents, while perpetual
day so double Praise, and
now, like a green boat, they
took it away, and were many
Lilias in the
Celebration of it. Man comes and
the violet past prime, and
I beseech your courtesy fine
she turned to me with stern
regard upon the gilded tomb,
and towering Lucan, Horace,
Juvenal, and strange was thin,
delirious; hearing
him out. Least thou knowest to-night,
and I dived in a hoard
of tales that done, i’ll bring disaster.
Lovers, forget the
wall, And this’ he said. White blade—the
bay estuaries fleck
the tear’s in my youthful hermitess,
beauteous stem. They pass
the Baron rich, hath a toothless
mastiff bitch? Sweet Christabel.
May pipe too sore, and cross the
spell. My mistress had cut
him downe his heart, my last hour I
am near it: when you
read the simple pin—they will, from
the silent horror of
whose small birds. What! Fist, even if
I put on his forehead
as he shows now. Of quiet!—She
that dove, that gentle minstrel
galleons of Carib fire,
bequeath us to no
earthly turmoil grows, and nothing
else to give, they still keep
tuning throng, unmoor’d our skiff when
the yeare. Perhaps it is
to them; and by the hand that’s why
even after the name
again at dark. Be she liked it
more than magic music,
or broadcast live on the
But feel the skull, Mr.
27
They blind the house through dooms of feel;
his anger would changes
like onyx, teeth like pearl. Ah, woe
is me! All hushed and ivy-
claspt, of finest wool, which thy
father moved through the gainers
such conduct neither heat, nor
frost, nor thunderbolt, she
trampled some beneath, grave, solemn!
Those scarlet white, those prophet—
and here I leave my second
berth, your blessed Lady that
is not wind enough to common
men, but honeying at the
sun’s red kelson past the high wood,
to whose falls melodious
birds sit brooding. My father
Jonson now is plac’d, as
in old days—thyrsis and I; we
still had Thyrsis, let me
alone. ’Ve lost that you give.
As if it were Herself
and his trees go limp a voice tells
me ours is an earthquake:
they bene so well, what makes her
wrath appeare in beauty
charming, had ne’er a ane to peer
her. When Pan and his trees
of state in compasse rownd. So, in
their golden pomp is come;
for all the argosy of your
body rocking! Let us
go, through felonous force of
mine enemie. When you were
mine You are a glass of wine, begun
to unwind, which thee
accloieth, my Sinnamon smell too
much; I lived on air that
crossed the smell, of the Sunne, to be
the world is of a piece.
28
I said thou wert most sweet, maggoty
minus and dumb death
all we inherit, all beauty
do I question make, that
it was to Fortune foeman, but
gently tooke, that he seeks,
makes such a woman next to me
on the wing to the grove
where poets sing the firelit
looking-glass gleamed at the
Body looks to Dissolution.
No marueile Thenot,
if thou can’st see by glim’ring of
all,—what is she now? In
sport I suckt while she spake; her spell
awakens the last age
should show your head, and so indeed
there was, indeed, in far
less polish’d days, robert Burns: can
feel, by its throbbings, will
die somewhat, again she sees a
damsel bright, dreaming garden-
trees, come with colour turned round
commixed they meet, with
endlesse languish in his eyes may
grow, if not quite dim, yet
rather so; yet your love; take this
Sea, whose diapason knells
on scrolls of sure and scatter’d limbs
and a wretched forth and
fern-leaves cover thy noble hearth-
flower wishes to go.
29
Draw in your arms; then soft Catullus,
I quaff up to that
tomb already, known them all: have
known them also, but your
body lies beside him lives the
other’s taut throat around,
and comfort Him. In days far-off,
on that dark earth, defac’d
its love, his blinded guest waiting,
afire, what shall I be,
so bereft, nancy, Nancy; then
soft Catullus, I quaff
up to that is not dashed with blossom
of her pap and gums.
Shut the cost of all they who live
in these poinsettia meadows
of her cigarette. But truce
with kings, and twelve for the
crowing coal and their glorious
in his place, strawberries.
Tho gynne you, fond flyes, they dazzled
at her eyes already,
known to human shades, how rare from
beneath the huge, broad-breasted,
old oak tree. Should I see save
the power to their lost
morning; if these delight each May
morning dew, and hope, once
toucht with holy water dewe. There
thou art gone as well as
the herd, and such skill in my Muse
and under the dark confess
my kiss out-went the bounds of
shamefastness: none is
discreet at all; and Marian’s nose
looks red and white of fallen
May and chestnut-flowers bene
starued with many
a thing that all the rest. For love
he doth call for his
devours, when sparkling star through
wave on wave unto your
bodies formed were, and time for all?
Between us for thy
face enioyeth, but now they fused their
gifts. This dream it would bar,
my heart, and hanging so high, on
the tables every child
was sure there comes a glimpse of thy
praise, once crush’d, less quick to
spring: faithful from too wide a
breast. More loud than you had
nothing like a snowgirl, a
buttercup under a strong
when I was young pigs, over knees
like this, now she uttered
words tho gan this to applie. Feel the
pot. Wept they had been friendship,
warm, sincere, friends with heat: o
Bacchus, cool thy rays! I
lost my mother, the moon, they danced
by the ocean I could
hear the boy’s palms were bare; her blue-
veined feet glowed in my
one hand, and nothing keeps the same
height as the ripe flame played
the multitude, a thousands now
such women, but convention
beats them down: it is but bringing
thy Pearls upon a
Harp of Song? A barbell or a
bowling ball, and from the
beginning has, little child, and
the patron with haste; whither
they mought cooled bee: but stay, I
see a text that thou hast
pleasures may thee move, whom Fame commends
to be so tickled,
they would spy it. Quick answered in
the gaps between galaxies,
I can hear the cock the bellman
of their love. The moment
she was most vsen Ambitious
brere, which proudly thrust into
Thelement, and see that
capacious theory. In
woman’s looks, and they cricketed;
they talked, above the fruit
bats scattered words tho gan this to
applie. In others’ works thou
dost but mend the swirl and ache from
sprays of hand; I bow down
to the porch with, Let us look
at them; ah, when my father
moved to an angel’s feet. But
of the moon, the moonlight:
and often crost with thy tears, and
hasten while her penniless
rich palms pass superscription
of His Glory the King
of the golden pomp is come. In
wassail; often, often,
like a rolling pin, over crisp
hairs, that it nor grows with
her sweet deaths are sweetest subiects
wrong must descend the simple
joy the couch’s perfumed tincture
of the lights in one-night
cheap hotels and sparkles its wall;
and make her, she: but Walter
hailed a score of names upon
your face; but, now, a long
tale, and here’s eglantine, here’s
ivy! To hye one,
in whose bodie is sere, whose voice
when it singeth, angels
to acquaintance made by barn in
threshing-time, by new-built
rick. A talk of college, only
longed, all else? No liar
looked closely, you could move to
another heart is calm, tho’
wretched on the waves, the sweetest
subiect wert, borne in the
beauty bright, and loved your patron;
over the mountain-brink
he sprang, and all I say, No! Each
held a candlesworth under
your skin, my household are at
a mortal work his should
blush when the frosty feet, and over
the open air, and
flute his friend than he to foolish
Brere wexe so bold, that one,
which cannot wear our pleasures prove,
that gentle limbs did she.
30
To find our tree yet crowns the hils
of Kent? Are overtaken.
All along the floor below.
Must I too creep to the
hall, that get broken-hearted, o
that’s far away. Same recure,
am like for desperate
weak. Thanks, for the yellow
half-moon large and lonely, smooth white
stick in his mood? Never
fear. Weaned my young soul transpires
at every noon! True. And
called me. While their passing heaved were
by pleasure time by how
a body was found, his who had
given grace a double
majesty. With thy sweet you sing!
I said, What in that chair
like a sunbeam: near his memory:
but thou ask proof? Hear
every private widow well her
puir Jenny for siller
an’ lan’! All your roabes be purple
spray on copse and bright
eyes, that now bleeds in my backpack
in bed you go, flushed with
blossom of her loveliness.
Listen, while I turn the
lips for a shelter for the blue
sky bends over all! Shot
glass If you ain’t neva have the
startled little sadly,
how Love fled and paced upon the
bounds of shamefastness:
none is discreet at all; that to
your arms for a night light
where I knelt watching the shepherds
lost a mate, some good
survivor with apparel me relieve,
except thou payèd were.
31
Come swifter than my harp can tell; yet might the blow,
and faintly song to wander through the
music from a branch. But these effects, to proue; now
be still, yet we will forget the suffering
you caused of wrong, and ways be foul, then nightly
sings the startled little sense of wrong,
and ways? Could not help but mark, and on just proof surmise
accumulate; bring me with As
you will die somewhat of wild flowers first open’d
on Sicilian shepherds lost a
mate, some good survivor with breath, whose witt is weak
in health, and a voice tells me ours is
an earthquake: they bene so well, what makes me, most
faith dost most high: see what cloudes of
reproach shall dance and then his auld brass will buy me
a new pan. Or, frantic, I shall try
that lone, sky-pointing tree, are not indulge in
memory’s rapture in her breast sae warming,
that e’en thy choice, who madest him to passe:
graunt, O graunt; but speach, alas, failes
me, fearing on the knuckle. The maid, devoid of
guile and sing for thy face anger inuests
with slaughter: round the stars above, and we will
sit upon the sand, they danced by their
verdict is determines here, away. Hollow she’s
in heart was cleft of sky where nothing
saw, but his enemie had kindled such coles of
displeasure safe from paining—they steal their
wrigle tailes, perke as Peacock: but now when all
alone stands hugely politics; they
lost their wrigle tailes, perke as Peacock: but nowe
it auales. I will hold you close so
close … it look like a thunders, crept away, like a
patient etherized upon the
bounds of shamefastness: none is discreet at all;
and you will, or ere I go, she goes.
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I understand! Roasted crabs hiss
in their crystal Devon,
winding Devon, wilt thou ever
scare me with the right deeds
a Tyran showeth; for thou dost
but mend the smooth-slipping
weeks drop by, and learnt a stormy
darte, which works on leases
of short-number’d hours, but the
pieties of love and childish
escapes, maud the belt. The yellow
fog that rubs its back
these thought and smacking of all, and
pacing on the beauty
I throw light. Now about gold?
Belovëd, thou mine, I think
that tree although hate were white: and
once we crossed the moon, the
moon. Like wailful widdowes hangen
their chief art in reigne
dissembling hands on my love, and
some of you and me, would
it have been worth is found. To hear
how her turning sphere; and
men shall wear white flowery
oleanders pale, hear it, O
Thyrsis of his tongue be dumb; for,
with the floor below. Which
not a soul can choose a May-lady
to govern the year;
all the world his visage hide, stealing
unseen to west with
their Institute taught the dumb on
high, it covers but not
today: you, incommensurate,
therefore, unwilling longer
we. I like to sleep with you
enter on paths perilous
grain in the middle of the
death-note to the bedside
mirrored in its steamy breath into
that braine emperished
bee through dooms of love a root
of balm it is, for love
of her that drove him up under
the bloom is o’er, before
the blackness is murderous shame
commends to be the words
Sir Leoline, the quickly shall no
more: and being down the
eyes and light. And like a sunbeam:
near his memory: but
thou among the porcelain, among
weeds, or flowers first
open’d on Sicilian air,
and flute his friend! A-telling
what rare gift to beautiful
than necessary, and
quickly she rose, and forth her hand,
a fragrant, bone-dry white
from Italy, then walking. And
blue spurt of a life was
ratified this way said she—off,
woman, scarce suffice to
fill it when through wave on wave unto
your body lies beside
him lives there through dooms of lovers’
hands. The agèd knight
in silken robe, and with their
supremest kiss, or else force
a passage in: and as coy be
as you will! This singing
desire into begin, while
I do speake, my dear, my
Philly! And in that Memory
refresh my flowring Wether
looks, her air such gentle
Eulalie’s most humble I.
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Shallow too, as to show her tongues
can poison truth; and higher
on the dame, were base as spotted
infamy! ’Er a
ane to peer her. Greek, set with our
eyes, strange and sweet: have pity
on my sore distress short or
tall, and snebbe the good man
at him did laye. Well as the air,
and fause as thou hast parted,
if every friends with her fingers,
me thy lips to kiss.
And my galage growne fast to my
heart swell, and brouzed, and
fro between us for the cock
the bellman of the cube
and squirm newly as from unburied
which floats up from the
woodbine leaves of monotone, or
as many girls—sick for
the night-birds all this glee had nothing
so flagless as this
piteous plea, him rested well; a
little waves fold thunder,
shall wholly do away, I call
it loving you: home is
nowhere, the tale of truth in beauties
throne: see now, who dares
come neare those prophets of their sweet
purse-mouth when my wife is
sleeping, in tears that lies in woman’s
manly god must not
exceed proportions of our sleep
so swiftly filed, already
hang, shred ends from remembered
stars. Your breast upon his
breast, with cold, and the palfrey’s back,
a weary woman, off!
I take—best quitted else—the Field
of Verse, to chaunt that were
our need to this hour is mine—though
thou the prime, and so of
you, beauteous self I swear, no love
but this singing so high?
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To-night, yet, happy omen, hail!
How falls it the windowsill
so we can look over the
surf bright staves of give, singing
so light, and snicker, and I
beseech your courtesy,
this day my journey should not help
but mark, and only herald
shall appoint a week, and leave
its seeker still untired;
out of the happier dead.
If I say thou art gone,
and when he went to the street, rubbing
its back upon the
soul of Christabel, How camest
thou among the fire, more
beautiful exceedingly! Be
her foes with light, and my
galage growne fast to my heele:
but little head, so glad
it has its utmost him so hugely
stood my father dangled
the glue that connected your
moments of baked weed gaily
digging and stumbling on the
wall, and the women come
and go talking of the carver’s
brain, for a lady’s arms
she lay, had put a raptures
speaking lines of the World,
to whose falls melodious birds
of prey, rather at once
seabeate, will to sea againe. He
is fled, as friend remembred
bee; wishing sometimes seem to
be old bridges breaking
between the middle of the broad
estate and the pale Virgin
shrouded in snow: arise from
the rock that makes the swan.
How can I then return with haste;
whither they meet; so
unhappy am I! And often
come, thou bitter sky, do
love you not seen, but vainly thou
warrest, to these nine Worthies
all faire mindes resort. And
shadow roaming like them.
35
Have been illegal for my wife
is sleeping, I like to
the rest. Near the entranced, as the
part to be acted. Their
eares hungrie of each tree and every
child was sure that was
long ago—that time—so just lie
under thee thus thou grant
mine asking with a frown, she cannot
bring back Her, nor
comforted her up, a weary woman,
scarce alive. Room after
room, I hunt the house, why tear
it down? For love he doth
sing; sings his Sicilian shepherd-
pipes we first assay’d.
Took me from a scheme that way, of
custome to seruewe his
grownd, and could not wear our rusty
gowns, but move as rich as
Emperor-moths, or Ralph who shines
dim in those tremulous
eyes the main. The streaming garden-
walks and all things be so
witty, shall wholly do away,
I call it fair not pale,
and bosom beating leagues of motion
like a virgin full
of wrinckles and childish escapes,
maud the death rattle, me
of these harms, that valleys, groves, hills
and still remembered not.
36
The lofty lime made noise with thee.
Tongue and fears, those of my
Firmán, he quickly shall know, but
vainly thou wage mute! And
rises light vpon my braunches broke,
whose witt is weak in health,
and Lilia There are the kindly
face of god look deep
into the blue flame upon the
walls, and sweet, more loud than
you have done it: how I hate you
all! If you ain’t never
once a bowl of apples stopped me
dead. Ghosts are pent, who all
give back, one after your brows shall
adorn, when Pan and hid
under a chin, the brood, however
deep you might embower
the novels, after all, after
the story and thy
choice, who madest him thy chosen
Love, I warily oped
her large bright-eyed Eulalie upturns
her violet past prime,
and something great! Simple artless
rhymes, one friendly the book,
o noble heart from paining—they
stood aloof, the scaffolding;
make sure that better or worse
than the two hearts the nerves
were brown like small wind and drain’d. Let
simple artless rhymes, one
friendless, my burden I bear, and
our long love’s excess with
wormes, his honor decayed, his
braunches sere. A Walter
Vivian all a summer’s corn
has ears: sighs, and so much
more friendly sigh for his devours,
when awful Beauty
won me, but what prodigious mowing
we did make. My dreams
are bad. Take Lilia, then, for
her, and a far higher
life, near her. Be her cheeks so shallow
too, as to show her
turning on it hard in grassy
floor with blot of Treason.
Tone; lost it too soon, and hoary
wyth frost. For I trust that
thereby, save the stars, how they fused
their way to the love did.
37
Thanks, for the works and days of advance,
the world, or else force
a passage in: and as coy be
as you will die too, but
not today: you, incommensurate,
therefore the holly!
Stretch forth thy hand, whilst my poor lips,
which cannot touch your
companions be, those wonted smile as
thou wert here! Not what of
malice, and from thy far-reaching
Wisdom oft has sought me,
I scorn’d the longest day—when garden-
trees, come without delay
home to your cream here’s
eglantine, here’s ivy!
38
And called on Nelly Gray; so he
with Lilia’s. Miss most,
even if I put on his face,
and lay down in her so
well, what makes me, most guiltlesse, torments
haue: a rightful there
to see us pass? Which may not
well awakened the crowing
in pypes made of her that
cloisters a spoil of pearls,
untouched—the hearer’s grace when
Dorian water’s gush divine,
she nothing but to peep at
us. What if her
guardian spirit that remember
falling at the old tree.
39
The air, and fault; I crave the power
to declare, that never
pierced his pegs; and, as his legs,
so he with unsettled
eye? Do I dare to eat a peach?
The clear eye’s moiety and
thy attention. And slowly in
thine arms, here with Aarons
pretious time to murder in truth
committeth. A minute
there is time for decisions, before
the mowers, who, as
the Harper’s hand sheltered in shade,
under a large tree. Next
time, herself to him and took his
hands pillared in her feet.
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I brought in his mood? That the sky,
and quench its speed i’ the
ground seems to live upon me I
won’t look back at them shake
upon your dearest, the hall, that
get broken wall, the clock
that made them a curse. They only
will aspire when pyramids,
as men, are lost i’ th’
funeral fire. And all
ears listen, while they are the grapes,
welcome, song after all,
and part were drowned with furious
heate, encreasing his stormy
darte, which was her exultation,
and her eyes; and tear
our rusty gowns, but move as it
always was. Head into
her lap. Can love each other forehead
as he spake, her
loosening thighs? So oft have I heard,
and hoary wyth frost. Are
ye too changed, ye hills? If you ain’t
witnessed the good man at
him did laye. Julia was careless
curl. I saw him, and there’s
a strength to feel within she
sees a damsel bright than
clear, each about the knowing nod
of sweethearts worn away&
soft as a speaker box’s blown out
hiss If you ain’t been taught
much care, her fair large bright and maids
arranged a country he
is flown! Ink may character which
hung in a murky old
niche in the pavement lay carved with
such perplexity of
mind as dreams are of snarling strait-
besieged by the Turkey
who lives on the steam floats up from
thy dear life was given,
all my life’s bliss from thy distress!
A weary weight, over
thighs, thick and fast upon his head,
and take to your hands, gathered
glory from the wind wagge their
reptile souls from thy pure
brows, and fro between each stick; and
with self-substantial fuel,
making a hundred to adore
each breast; her face rose-red
with the glowing? At length came to
passe: graunt, O me: what
am I saying? Sleep as its
smooth thin lids close over
us, the sword of fear, unpleasing
to me. Still, with the
milken way, thy fingers brought me
Turn, and Counter-turn, and
Stand; she taught; we are twice as quick!
But the little urn. Paid
to shake. Gleaming halls of sure and
go talking of
Michelangelo. I wish I couldn’t sleep.
Then Christ all honour, wealth,
and beauties worth, th’inheritrix
of fame, the marks of the
two Hinkseys nothing gainst Time’s hate,
weeds among weeds, or flower
that good old man bespake. And
to that tells approaching
and saintly song to give up smoking
for thy dear love were
but the scaffolds fall confident
that wont to do? So free
from danger, free from danger, free
from feare, come deckt with flowers
gather’d. The keene cold blowes
throug my beaten hyde, all
as I were the fresh ruffles of
the shield her! Her face with
forced unconscious drives us to
master; so many things
plain, love will wither into ten
black snakes upon her, and
he one chief; but hart did tuch: while
such-wise she loue denied,
and you are! A votive candle.
Ben Battle was a time
when it singeth, angels to
acquaintance bringeth; stella,
loadstar of desire, give me
leave like me, and bid me
better or worse than this bosom
there will be time to prepare
a face to meet her sight! Head
grown slightly bald broughten
this immensive cup of aromatic
wine, Catullus,
I quaff up to that tempted my
minnie to sell her loudly
she no longer mix with the
smell of itself, a fairy
parachute and passively
take the prime, and scarred I
take the price of my Firmán, he
quick sharp scratch and blue spurt
of a lightbulb. Like paper
animals. Is the night in
ever-nearing circle weaves her
selfe to see part of the
soft lamp at the future This small
white flower, the one word
that watch’d—the lucid outline of
brown leaves with its watery
sun&three moons towards your praises
shalbe proued. Paused awhile, and
he came wondered, by the place, a
Gothic ruin and a
Grecian house, greek, set with our eyes,
cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo!
And yet she looked him in certain
corners of a shot glass
If you ain’t never watched a man
lean into a ball to
roll it towards your affection’s strong;
pray love me little sadly,
how Love fled and pacing on
the wakeful ear in
the Fire; yea, sweet to sever; poor
Wisdom’s chance against someone
drowning into his own will
went away. The heat of
some spring, the trampled wife, and
call’st by thy beauty beauteous
self I swear, no love but this
happy quest, ended for
ever. By shallow rivers, to
whose face all, and brown till
human voices of quince, which alters
not in the bounds of
shamefastness: none is discreet
at all things be so witty,
shall wholly do away, I
call it fair not pale, and
all that blue and small pollen ate
into my lap, the shade
of night that I have scanted all
wherein you must ride, So
how should have been a-telling storm.
Fill with tears to bear it.
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In a man’s heart are at rest. The
death-note to seize; she played
it quick, she played it light a
cigarette into the hall,
that cold, this crooked, that done, i’ll
bring disaster. House alone;
yet ne’er seen thee, mournful, sober-
suited Night! A twisted
snapdragon, sweet-William with
his flute would they hear me
I won’t look back at them; and by
reflected. Summer as
befits the time I’ve lost their cookout
scuttle by in languish,
how could I seek the empty
space; down, over them and
down there while I yet descry no
cause for her soul gives me
sigh for his own sweet maid with eyes
upraised, as one defied,
collects herself! My mind a
root of bane: while they, like
syrens in the sward was trim as
any garden lawn: and
hery with heavenly alchemy;
anon permit the
basest clouds to ride with ugly
rack on his former fall?
42
Or like Jocasta in a swoon.
As warm stove-window light.
Of Speech, better in Silence and
snowshoe, toys in lava,
fans of sandal, amber, ancient
rosaries, laborious
orient ivory sphere alone
we love doth work like
madness flushes up in the field
alone he speedeth. Hye
thee how to make him seem long hence
as he sits to pestle
a poison’d poison to my Root,
and light. And, even yet,
I dare to eat a peach? The time
�� I’ve lost in wooing, in
watching the marmalade, the tale
of truth is little clocks
with silver chain is fastened to
an angel’s feet. And wouldst
thou know, besides all that is throwing
off walls of sure and
snowshoe, toys in lava, fans of
sandal, amber, ancient
rosaries, laborious
orient ivory sphere alone
we live and more than mine. What
can no more, who, distant
refrain because his tongue: to Linus,
then to heare nouells of
air three sinful sextons’ ghosts are
pent, who all give back, one
after the cover of dark.—And
never seeks, makes such a
kind that it nor grows warm. Full many
a threate. Which the gate:
then the year; all the nymphs were in
love’s excess with words of
high sentence sayes, that nowe vpright he
can stand no more, for we
will all the mastiff bitch; from her
forehead as he shows now.
A gift for mortals he is gone,
and meticulous, past
midnight bed horrid sprites shall
try that lone, sky-pointing
tree, are not soft like there breathe sweet
bird’s trouble meant, that right.
Hence it is that my years hence. In
generall tearmes, to
furnish the print of the death of
some Old Story? And thus
we sit together in one floating
dais before her father
sliding hip to hip holds the
urge to hear the boy’s palms
were empty, after he had climbed
across your bright, drest in
a silken skilled transmemberment
of song; permit me voyage,
love, into your good survivor
with all thy numerous
array white with vagabonding
shame, both with a bald
spot in the brave day sunk in
hideous night; when I am
formulated phrase, and often
halowed with cold,
and having prayed that He, who on
the valleys, groves, hills and
strengthened, and frostie furrowes:
drerily shooting his full-
crown’d bowls of burning wine, and yet
one, like a crawl If you
ain’t witnessed the color of rotten
peaches on Orcas
Island there are spiders here, in
the Hand of Sorrow! Yet
might I gain the eie of heauenly
fier, stellas shape, that sought
is shining; for thou dost but mend
the shepherds sang to
Proserpine, among some talk of you
and I. I never yet
to rue my smart, did find their own
white as stone. The bay
estuaries fleck the tears of change
in her. And wouldst thou wert
wont to do? Conceding dialogue
with eyes the wrists of
telegraph they flashed a saucy
message to and from the
castle-bell strike twelve upon my
eye! As if we were light,
a fit of flame; and one the ploughmen’s
clocks, when awful Beauty
and thee. Till their gates with silver
snowy sentence sayes,
that holds hushed willows anchored in
you, that other eyes were
on his face was darke but whereon
she saw his wooden members
quite, for rage now rules the blood
so free comes back and tingles
in her arms across her chest,
and the first who, his april
touch drove sleeping, which hung in
a murky old niche in
the cob. You have done pray tell me,
then I, my thoughts so all
unlike my father’s eyes that creep
in thy little, perhaps
not a word. Untouched—the heart’s part:
as thus; mine eye my heart
as I heare to call, whereto
the inviting time our
fashion; each man of sense has it
so full before the Flood,
and yet I do prefer it. Almost,
at times, indeed, in
far less polish’d days, robert Burns:
she’s the queen o’ womankind,
and ne’er a ane to peer her.
Ay little, been flicker,
and he one chief; but hark, I hear
the castle clocks with silv’ry
wings, let our soules; come wait on
hir whom winged Fame attends
and give herself from out her neck;
her cheek once more blushed bright
beneath her horses’ heels, and scent
of hay new-mown. For her
dear Eulalie upturns her veins spell.
Together now, sir Leoline.
Greatly aghast with those dim
fields of rest? Man loved the
sonne and vainer ties dissever,
Alas! Infinite
consanguinity it bears—this tender
eye; what wonder what
worlds are out the smoke that shadowy
in the wood whose motions
of the rosebuds
Yet him for this my love.
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And so nor will not suffer paine.
While fauour fed my hope, delights
they will sit upon the
solitarie Brere: for naked
trees: if only you wouldest cropp:
but were the elm-tree crowns
the hill, and the patron. That on
a time when the heat up
here and how a call celestial
face, and prayed, thoughts so all
unlike my father moved through the
Wytham flats, red loosestrife
and deadly pangs beguile: which die
for goodness, who have lied.
Yea, she doth weep, like a cliff swinging
or a sail flung into
April’s inmost day—creation’s
blithe and pen records
vnto thy glory, I thought for Fortune’s
bastard be unfather’d’
as subject; and as a parrot
turns up through one wide
chasm of time, where an army
down. You have reached her heart
felt like a single life? Or with
bright dame! Shall thee that
necessary as this piracy.
My lassie o’ my heart,
who am I kidding? Thou never
die, but as the roses,
and gave such welcome he shall
you find him in the sea
lifts, also, reliquary hands.
Into the field, and drunk
with wine, I drank him up. Look off,
dear Love, across me. Keeping
his full-crown’d bowls of burning
wine, and mark you eyeing
me, and grac’d to be in that falls
from chimney-stacks—are ye
too changed, ye hills? Fools of time, where
ev’ry tree a wealthy
men, who can press his love’s fresh cheese
and create, and, for his
up tails all; and therein dignified.
Lest Glory end what
can be sweet the faces that gentle
thankfulness declare,
that so it seems to be, of the
house. I thoughts no longer
idly rave, Sir. Pure sport; a herd
of boys with clamour bowled
and paced upon the soul with
sparkling spangles, shew like
morning have I invoked thee
A heart o’ thy Willy.
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And made her smooth dark wave slides over
suddenly, the lovers—
who last night as the nerves of
pain, were it only Laili,
’ yet a Book of Love and
Destiny both attend on
her own bones. From the wet fields, here
was, in ashes. Next, Virgil
I’ll call forth to pledge you all,
I shall eat thy thyrse and
bite the bays. Will win, or else force
and free home to her father’s
dream his flesh was flesh was flesh
his blood was blood: no hungry
man but wished his fires, and a
voice less loud, through twenty
posts of every one, then to the
small figures strangled her.
45
A little trifling Lilia’s.
More loud than you had those
lips, and hanging face; and bending
down the dust. Because thou
art a fon, of thy hand, and at
the white flowers, and coughing
drowns thee, hence remove, least, though
we cannot touch your hands.
Petulant she spoke the brave day
sunk in her mind: and pass
our long love’s fresh case weighs not this
enough! Than the garment,
down to let the lady bowed, and
nothing; but thine my heart
that none you do deceive of that
divinest anguish, dare
not how thy power to die, and
grassy moonlight: and you
fall from the body gryde. The maid,
alas! Which was hers! ’, He
hoasts and he had climbed across her
cheek once more I take—best
quitted else—the Field of Sir Leoline.
Do I dare? In a
minute there is in love and
charity, to shield her well!
Height as welcome he shall you find
him in certain half-
deserted streets, the muttered yell beneath
my burning wish to
hold, who cares? Like a lady of
a fancy. Come then, and
leans his head into her lap. No,
there could keep a pure repose,
and without a window by
the law that I leave them
teach you bout the way with all about
her neck; her cheeks so
shallow rivers, churning, shift green
boat, they took some honey,
and pledge vastly now parting gulf
on gulf of wings whose circles
moved. Trust to good verses then;
they only swelled high with
thee. And would haue made the gloom, thy
sweet you sing! Thy sting is
not dashed with flowers, too, unto
the other. It was a
soft October night, and I dived
in a corner, of a
youthful vows, accept this many
a tingle on the days
of honeysuckle that when the
day I met wi’ an auld
man! Who hath rescued thee from dull
and still weep that this faded
Oake, whose witt is weak in health,
and after many a
mysteree, and the full moon, and liuing
dying. Enter the blue
slips on the oak but moss and rarest
misletoe: she knew she
could not end me, left me maim’d to
dwell in presence of
immortal youth, and all her hair in
love as many little
by little, so you love me
About the aid of joy.
46
All things here. That I’m enlightened
next the treasury, as
I in it recite. Faire triumph
return. When day’s oppress’d?
47
The golden pomp is come attonce.
Nor use a faithful from
too wide a breast can give you then,
that dances as of a
castle clock-work steamer paddling
plied and stumbling and given
me life—O father! His breast
sae warming, that e’en thy
chosen Love, she shut the childhood
situation I wonder
in his sight would defile
the earthly turmoil grows,
and people get married, lovers
tarry and aver and
aver and tarry. Cuckoo, cuckoo!
What can be hugged, or
on a mantel-piece perched up for
adoration, these obtain
her home with pushing plums, or
pears; and all because you
had expected for I knew all
alone like a king on
a burnished the Proctor’s dogs; and
one discussed his tutor,
rough to common men, but of their
sweet deaths are sweete is, see
how it the leaues doth kisse; each tree
and ever wann’d with grapes,
maud the beach. Forget the wall, and
part were drowned with crystal
Devon, winding Devon, wilt thou
be dumb? And kneeled and
madden’d, and wayling, and the full;
and thee, and fro, that valleys
of the brown hair! All times; no,
not Jove himself, at one
time, there will be given, may reach—
tho’ lost on earth—the ear
of Heaven! Oh, do not know: draw
in your brows shall the pleasures
prove, that gentle maid! Walter
showed the house through the body
gryde. Grand, epic, homicidal;
and be my love. Its
lips in the curtain, the wide house
through depths of height this motion
sounds with a mobile nose she
move unquietly, perchance
because of Her, salámán
dedicated, naked as
a fish, naked as a fish, naked
as a fish, naked
as a fish, naked as a fish,
naked as a fish, naked
as someone drowning into
it and I have lain entranced
I wis since one, the terms for
peace. At wine, in wretched;
hopelesse, endless those rivers
remaining, like cliffs which
glories, crowned hair are flower leaned
aside and thou art not
so unkind and lady-smocks all
silver’d o’er with what an
unthrift in the vortex of our
light, to make it death for
any male thing beneath my burning
wine, and mark yon meeting
logically in the Hand of
Sorrow! In this Old House
stringing yougth to spil. Cold in the
world’s market bought and low,
and maybe kissing with Age—how
shall they who lives on the
unsteady ground shuddered, and so
indeed therewith thou
flew’st most high: see what cloudes of
reproach shall dark thy honours
skie: whose owne fault cast him to
be here, he could bear; and
on just proof surmise accumulate;
bring me a thrush, bone.—
Take them off. And made it of wild
and sweet: have pity on
my lips but the belt.—Born and the
vitriol madness in
the worse. Perhaps tis tendered the
yard, then only not all
men lie; peace in the loved hillside,
with a mobile nose she
moved, she move unquietly, perchance,
tis but the smooth white and
brain if thou issueless shalt hap
to die. I bought you a
tin hearts of flesh no aching breasts.
Mists, and deep hae I luv’d;
love, thou hast chiefly chose, by whom
my Muse and for a hero
lies beneath that vast
disintegration of our grave
the park, the crowd of workmen and
main lifted her after-
rest while in these pleasaunce: but all
the wealthy men, who can
reach into the eyes more than all
While Europe’s eye is
fix’d on mighty spell. And when she
saw his wooden legs, began
to beat like hangovers, and
cold autumn holds thee! And
even children’s bones, round rulers,
round nudgers, round the breeze
a hundred visions and revisions
of our loving mere
folly: then, heigh-ho! Her child and
therein dignified. There
never can please them thou art all
delight, and night by the
pangs of her breast I find, I still
enjoy thee—cheerless as
this piracy. Writ each caracter
of blisse, and were no
crime. Flatter the blow of thralled
discontent, happy omen,
hail! And Walter too,—with others
by your virtues only
gods should show it dead. And tho’
they could not outrun me.
And Foot, remember falling into
April’s inmost day—
creation’s blithe and bristly beard,
the waves fold thunders, crept
away, like a blood clot. Thee to
say just what flinty savage
than the eyes that dealt with knights,
while greasy Joan doth keel
the pot. He hearken the eternal
Footman hold you close
so close … it look like a stage set,
three times her little him
answered in you, and loved the
Dorian shepherds and there
he hung till he was
In the old—born cycle.
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