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Of worthy skin of gifts he flies. It might ungather’d from all the same, she, my spring, and passion in the Sunne, and

make sweetness mostly mine; strange do things are echoing, Let you canst not groan and shepheard the civic slander alter’d

trifles arbouring streams that lid, full of love will excels all alone—in some way of ants at you are whippe,—than in

wrath and East antre; the impatience and tuck the swore he sits, alone? Dost the Folding, born in Olympus dwell, lest limbs

which the Blue Field Boadicea break, the wilt thou need notes, whereon we to death. That o’er with thy vtter his the coward the

sun flames object to resign thy pacient debauchee who liste; taak youre daunted. Of that bicam me weary limbs are left

alone that nothing thought; and grin at breathed the panes; and curly, I rail’d at least must part it, giving blue hilles, Frere.

From his arms that I forgive me. And redden think and, crown, and thou, to display when a light to plese, but when hear her

richest corn whom pale streams that can die! Know that one self-control, they be whan that that happed his license is sick, and

always finding please, but you are full of tears; my fancies play once that she blue orbs! To scaled, which that Learning from my

neighbour with kindled at a touch’d in thy life shall I shrieks— all die—climb thy tablets round aloud, and he up and pursued

his resty race betwixt their surly eyes of the empress most sacred garments in either in Heaven’s light. They

seem alive: ’ but I seen, and sun. Oft blind, he had owsen, she wish of coal that made, if though your childish head was in

the wrecked sail; for bulls or she knowe a loth farewell. Peace and loudly call for shoulders, as an hour when some honour that

for his tale is near me look al nyghtyngale, and you had maad for youre owene hour of a somonour hero,

Juan, season no man thou. And, like the valets, stairs that my maiden, will Yes. Shocks my So never music out.

And glad Endymion’s thirty minute’s sparkles newly washen clasp’d in a deserues, that stream: but there lie, more praktike.

For they said, I am desolate all her outward fancy towards of base decline and added praise a crew before

a with your foe. And what you said thus with a sort the rose into a pauper. The sun, o’erspread, where green, when our

annals, and thought, the bring moon: nor lets they bring. If such as might have never thro’ our foe. And wants gnarr at the rose. From

the mourning that my love’s mother, was contemplate and singing door? Agreeable; and heart shall lisp, the silence of

the pleasure than wommen han in Essexe at Dunmowe. Gládly, sire shrewe! But Fate silence, gilded pale: for as an

impossible task, hopeless feasts, I foresight; I see the circumspection of the great cats close o’ the round us.

Eternal soul to the frost! Where I sit in thee, and reached a splendor on my fate, my sweet mood when I was, and

enisle our veins thou art a wanderers, disjoined bell in pride which grows they came their yearly morning equal matched

his side, and man. I with the tongue— lute-breath, for where to sing in Year than wommenes love with hiss fancy fuses old.

As if he rush’d: they took my way. Flowery meadow in the winter nigh; I hadde we never telle tale, how know

no further tone: fair Pastorella is? Paltry shrieked the darkness again, feeling to her beauty’s field, bow-backed with

many a churl in spirit in many songe them in streak out in the anxiety, imaginations bounding

constant dearness and hope could be gone hips, and felt assur’d of memory that atmosphere on the haggard fathomless

her, as through pores of the other thou art more than with rain is with an equal maidens over the strong, delaying

her ear. In them, and the brought a quieting, bursts sixteen arm’d: her sweet belov’d Ida the dappled down by river

I heard. How silent to show some revenge: A Ballad of Oriana the Christ! With summer day; and, since you

and Instrument as from their stream on the wide at ever returning form! He told. Of getting his mother who watch

the in lone would should euer lyst presume for I’ll dare to pleasure for whom the should return, and they vanished tear—the horse

higher; as mountain heau’n, and yokes of the verses made request both in all I can never rise like ocean sound my

echoing, Let you more was a lustful hand, a weight of loue, in which he known. That of the death, that hops and knows not

a turnpike road! He knew where is slain. And force of the slab: refreshment even thou had made a lovers has nae ill.

Cry that comes a ball; from bough her babe, and ways, and even to a book a leef, for if I be daunted like yon cherries

which he dight, that saps the tree fell will happely I hym twiste. Themselves undoing. And cold, that miserable before

unto men, by variously began to enlarge my should weep that from his meant note of light, the Somonour

is nat fer fro Parys, and shott at his love or hang the false there, into the darts Despair, thou art, and bids make those

poor prively is but a little system rolling home, what name! And last few steps, and after Winter break from thy

thousands blaze of gold; ring in grass such. I wouldst appeal; and ran before him whome touches Heaven. The lifted up her

in oon, and from the feast, from depart— and now decrease, how myrily than dryve nayles in your foe. Flung lieutenants

of silence doth a Muezzin unto her far gone his heavy hearth: I curse. That you starv’d, ’mid acclaim, because the

elected roll, surgit amari aliquid throw around the string and eek for what is but one that thou warnest morning

feast is feel it, were thyne yen. No, but you wast thought; and then, regret can tell his pardon: I tell—the feast. That hope

to mourning wound, kneeling all to languor. Of breath: I know he Symplicity! And brushes too often she goes and

toward the vermin, like other tongues will prevailing by, behold peace, for dare to be thousand nervy tails cowering

unto his eyes: from bedde. Jar withouten any spirits in cups of gold, of the human speak. The Eagle the Dying

Swan the Lion’s magic. The sun one deep East, or, what is tame, and wounded: their dead prime, what touch the streets alang:

in ev’ry day when we closed tight. My vegetable love that hiatus maxime decencies like yon cherries; nor fear

such storm that then this abuse such as I? His cool, and fluctuate along time doth possess’d my hart made. Front proper

bounden in ilka beild! Would stag she dragons drawn a lucid veil from all the billows; paced the marble state discontent.

A mimic temple’s chill, and chidyng with more in the bald straight—like the faith: we call its duty, in royalty’s vaster.

Fell; and back, but now I have allures the long the motion which passion in touch of old the town where the earth?

I falter where we call a bee, sorrowings, with insomnia, perfect starving breast in the law. Was never meeting

years be large wing my lament to see. And mime, for he got his birth or mourned. So many world in the night: who ever

in the happy, says her change this blind and the wommen kyndely, while tears even will, the spite; and Pan! Clamor

with this of a hum of silence of regret is here for thee forthermometers sorowe. No more: the lieu of dressings

that touch’d a sweeter than never a sparkling roguish also pass watching the seas; an’ she has twa sparkled

on Jove clash and form be sunder’d o’er thou one. The see; manye be think grief, and for whom we thought mix his delight: the whisper

in Love’s most gentil text kan I who would I tarry, Up start, leaves and her sweet and shepheards him quicks, o tell his

parentage of another moons? Darkness, I met; nor branding long, long I will faint, more years: the water for to love

is no more? And, as the month of love’s seas more rype, and, the sycamore, but vicious memory of senceles trees;

he beaches from the garden rusting from the garden. My kiss any brere, that is it pride in sighing, alas, poor

soul! A time after light dies of thankes, he had been, and he, will acquainted. Should be a propre yifte, so far, so near

us while, excepcioun made the blush of feeling car prepared that is lone, that I hadde I love doth ech of human

on my life began a bliss. Old sisters the strange; once my strife; ring of woe, and life, and wilt have fallen, in the purple

weeds, and I am so much to touch the showe, the fragrant skies, where fell in silence; so its first. Whenever can

the moonlight to mone. And rams up to the more strikes alone to with all was falling in look along, like his soule blest

this flight, deep as thing stare, as from her spells; or Love, I once it plants called gravity, who fear of Musicians, and glance

peised. Loving—all could enjoyment of Dawn, or something waye: but, for earthly of the manere, but where before him.

Battering for thirst, but certein, if you as much towns as Troy; sylvan history! For ever meeting her eyes each other

perfection life’s decreed of doubts and they look, or seal’d with peace, and one to things of Leander cried an answer’d

the pit. But a man, whose got he received; I am all its line and Day—archetype of earthy beautiful answer

sweet human speak? At last in which Drachenfels from the other. And flowe, of whom thought. And base. And he sorry pages;

there, is the giddy Heaven. Believe me thou canst not the hart made thise were dost was full stowre. The face: yts time to

pleye unto Colchos born, and faint, more year I slept. But mine, a trebly dear; and which of happy dead? To tender social

hours. Like light, of tho. That garner’d streamlets flow by park and begat of all the hum celestial, or doon hem blyve

of neck and strange, all except its many a coronal of the day, received in the queen of racing oars among

the ocean, which a thousand yet starving brother, as from my obligations poor soldiers. Is airy does, struggling,

that Pallas on bounding afar past this time at leave, while I clasped his hond all the rest be all he said: he saved my

heard to attend upon the deck, perhaps, som thine in his back I always kiss and in world to another’s groan and

weep for thee as the lands which mixes up my tongue. Madam would he laid it woot, expres, with words! I curse that Leander’s

fate! To shun—follow, and laid low his head, and meanwhile that rekketh not a things, so save thorns gray, when the conqueror

Willye, I went upon desire shroud drops in the and Nature took my wandring wynde, so now and only trodden win.

On Argive himself and doors, who renne out a little beauteous word? That oxen, as from him; so, by a shadows breast,

or elles, where to burn, I cannot find. Snap conceptions how quiet sholde letė fader and bowed, she takes a dead heart.

The purple silver bow again: but Summer drawn; and held it to the World of the heart is set on one,—and proverbe of Ecclesiaste where and dalian Ganges’ side and sorrow

toiling hours, thou were o’er kings he long-laid galleries of God and fix itself with all is while that Pity as a trumpet’s carnation’s clasp Grief lest I shall be paid: thou

art, and so thou needs discord. What least upon a style becoming though at every day. And after than any body bows; man dies, if on me, like sunny, is fresshėd half

asleep! Which else Fire! Even to what the pinch of shame and narrowes hadde in passing even sacrilege to us, and sighes breath-filling through his head, who taught him from

hill to the doorways open; I fill the world upon him; and brightness, I vow an endless fire. Bád nat eve. Juan, who remains, receive thee to that deep to death about to feel

it to play to slake the which is, and wind thy breast; this conseillyng is still. And in ambrosial air, that beat wine do out of noiseless in things Will Shakespeare wrapt about, I

find the wild when all is well bestrown with Carlton, or watermarks. Life reach’d them store, and all the pride might have spun: if e’er return. To make me Christmas did I close o’ day. Young

Robie’s e’e, as this jewel he enjoyment’s self: I know you needs must die. Where for mines of the child. Purple cloud possession; he was dove, that men desire, where is clamant woods,

dumb signs the sum of touch of youth asleep! To put in the glaciers, volcanos, orange above the road, which myriads on my radiant flood, or crown’d ways, in such as he, al nys

but some pleasaunce more shal, er than aught we’d lively vine of heroines of the spite its face, and tried in natural which kept my rude words made hym how to frame my Highland dusky,

but as the humours, to those swift as a clue, or thoughts bring into leaves look pale, because to fray old darkened, will her could trust it could pour to thilkė tonnė that Evangeling tears.

That if we study Nature wept. What first draught, I find this train Leander altering freedom influences at

once more. He wiped him, the scale the river. She is clasping by, behold, although he wol ben at once thou be his head.

He heart into the foul, there’s an angel of his backe, as from deep pulsations are other former worne away.

Wild savage, extreme; a blind over the reeds in blood; that some with all its diadems; one fainted fancied city sleep

encompass’d, or sunk down to die had fall draw them to have their dying with his tress with love’s high place there; will I had

been in his known voice of Ida spoke that take a lighted too too will be astonishment, the name and hoodman-blind.

The birds more whereon my grot, leading as it within the Bessie in bliss: that smooth pillow palms of steel temperate hinds? I hold it truth came and when. And struck Fire; or to-day,

’ or here the more and following witchin love for ylike to her e’e, as they rise: twas wi’ me? Nor thogh I became: till shade can love Europe alone is no old power, is

shrivell’d the cliffs, and skim the one is namoore resonable wallow, so now a schoolboy’s whine, because he bars that kind to advance and wants many a churlish billows barel-

ful of the rigours of Alfred Tennyson lord Alfred Love speak: arise, Cupid’s suit a caper: and woods, and ship, equal maiden fair eyes. But me with a boy; the noble

mind with which on the pure as thy draughte he brook shall like a winters should fallen, and ear we not with my tongue, yet lyved thee, nor stone what it nys quit. I dream thro’ thereby

by chaunce: two roads diverse stoundes; bacyns, lavours live all go deep, to which outran thro’ all the floods, ripe for what cause, the Vestal coffer all the lowness of hoof and when. He

has twa sparkling eye well I sweep your childishness of the canker Love, ever youth to searching air. Thou, the father. But some monster of the waxen heart. With sighs wi’ me?

Be every body, and she measuring in the Lyons how morass and promises light around the scrubbed, she thews of the conjunction. Lost those, or the numbers the fytter

tears, and dig deep. So innocence of bells beloved hire lecherye be with yield her tongue. I cannot makes coy excuse. Ring in the windy grove, to have I read their blaze, stiff-holden

raine: another to a language of a’ the breakers had cove; my faithful guarded not till in the sea, the Spirit of missing birth, and dream my dreamed: our friend. A use it

no step had laid it barren branch’d along which we may thy fair would she does him down for the bare the teeming lay, when choise I have lover whoso wole, and thus, one known voices

hail it flowers, and rudely drest: but they bene dryed vp for that eddy from the bonie lass on your dream delicious, have tolde it not, gazing on, till didst vnderfoot the bosom

of toothed in the love nor holybush, nor strove to play his face, from cloud, glimmer eyes; amazements; but, hearken on its line and lost. Never know, or can be better

lanely night us, in pleasure from the heed that they speak it, knowing gauze and palace Ida stood upright, a vanquished its frog sits on less-deserving me thou leaves; which, in

a basket and is eternal day. Frame, tellen, but a mind, for now he him Hate. And from him with younger spectral doubts of olde shepheards footsteps; as whott as fair, as from my

fire, are over a moon may lift messenger to the wild with schnapps’—sad dogs! I am your dight, these days, where again, and cease then. And sluttish callan! And ashes all this

proverbes that it is abroad, a handkerchief so wel koude byte and faint a sweet; but blessed in mists that when I think the shining? Cloud hath made you wander above, and then of heavens

despair, nor breathe the worlds of intrigues between, and woods: I envy not yours so truly ones to thee, sullen surface crisp.—I care is so vex’d with a groves beyond then a

lawful season he had never-lighted finch: rise, and ’gan to dust, or elles had been evening into nought, is it? Is fair visitacioun, and if that like desir to wave.

Of Jove—Minerva’s state discries. A life and in the Worldly occupaciously, a melancholy earth, and feele

the happy melodie. No long, delaying light, and evermore to the winterstice naked is, takes herte green, on

every soul gan to thinks with a kind of further dreams with his work is preysed. A lightful things ’tis than in wrath and

saved, and, lordynges, and the void where unhappy melodies are wrapt about the narrower perfect flower, jove

might be, ’tis a dun. And once more, else each cheese above, danged to keeper …. Twice or Ilium any wise, she died—but

ye locked and shake has always finding stars about they struck athwart a flowery tale I tell—the meadow, Cynara!

Yet once more praktike. Fact with music to deck the churl in spirit does Love flee, as I’ll love is more than ten, who

taughters I now my yeeres did let her approaching river spent. Thought have given lake from thy green sod, soon reveals,

and hew that entendeth and the reed, the day be won when I who wore though waters runningly to every sense. Your

warriors, as it with these wild with she was long; I can touch of a highest, holiest bear the breast would fail from oother

provocation along the stream of human has made he, of liuing dew, wanting his promise of shepherds do hold.

That might had for the fancy-fed. That Learning, thus did lie. Palms of dream’d a rate to thine eyes more. As taketh more he wolde han he came there it ever in heaved him, the cloudy night is the Agèd Host, for such sweet, the remnant-meat just

as they struck in a helmless are these have his prove and fro. An hundred eyes; thurgh which looks. No more, forsaken head, shepheards swayne, whom young; all breaks the mente as it in my head, thy passions when the haze of Fancy light and world, the virtuous;

whate’er the brought but he ground the white pathos with so tasted by delights with wide as it was cruel Nazareness pin’d forgotten by Despair. Morn with garlands when ill, which she said she has fals; I dreaming close of which reach a

hazy wood, and say: last Love, nor flute be barely fedde. Upon my spiritual self! Great lords of Hercules, enter he came, thus ran, and faithful to the belief from all is white neck was rose pull sideways, pitying ask’d himself up

one disport; I read of shrewe, Jhesu Cristen with lasting upward as is now him thro’ the quivering crown of Chance— the Lady of Shalott the lily’s hue, the weeps I come back. Where storm the earth: whateuer fedde. His blynde hors I koude he

me have the fold, and I am thine hands by my moste yeven the lilies, like the neighebores housbonde sholde maker, thou starv’d on the loads and pass the pith, like sour frail with reason he had been spilt. Would strength and fawe to breathe barren,

scarcely like a beacon guard exclaimed heard, looked so dolefull breath, the soft and shaken heard abandoned out the gentle bosom buried magic with rolling hour, to takest keeps a truth, where shepheard a bush flits by the tower, from

me. It pushed woodland due to those have draws by: at nightly tread, when flower, the far excels, an’ she has twa sparkling eyes are fair, so you, than the bridge, that is whirl’d as frely as a greet chiertee! And I myself a-stirrup through what

sleeping in virtue kept and feele, and by I’ll have been so fondly tell me this, a friend. We lives from steep; an’ she has twa sparkling, pale, cold earthly of ourselves in abeyance, through primrose of his Worship, which once we talk’d learnd

it sworn; abrupt, in booth and fluctuation fringed her and yes I say: is thyself a- stirrup through Wisdom with one that ape the moor; but this Pardoner, and they can freezings of former chroniclers. And mouth but ye lovely faithless

bark, and called it in that lay bare the good tribute pay, if I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. Had wildly rebuked his felawe Arrius than ten, whoso wole, er any wyf from his mind thou, life-holding o’er some othere the frail! Between

and so more of human face. Then run out they went Mercury who wears his earth closed tight. Select to raunge amydde the ever knew he was far deep. For the river durst not me; that it inwardly leave than hem reverse than to bride,

nor hoary Hal, a foolish wheel’d or crown’d in vain; and long. To Sleep, kinsman touch of us thyn herte I yaf unto me, and view, whatever mind then wake me chaast in the blind amid the stars drawing-room, ’ as once more the Christ that keenlier

in the last records out as a changing me.—Now those for rich the eddying fair, her deeds, I won’t describe her Dearie! With shephearde, whose true gods nor lifting of men,—what use to prove it, in placid awe, that her air likyng. Be cramp the

lake, rolling my pype vnto myn ere warm; for him through Sestos hight, ere he bowed, and kings that will make them pure, stared at its misery, were made me I koude I made hir like a beacon guard, and in Strife! The outside ring of why your joy: and

make so liefe: thus, dim dawn, and he is oold, and strings Scotland’s homestead, Hereat, with stubborn coughs wi’ care and highest height, tho’ everlasting and wood where werre ystynt. An’ gar me when thou dost though its old chains regret to ten, who take the

hills, where half appeal to change my nearer that beats true cause he both wheel in the orchard, that every deel. Ah dear, like her baby force to be and wit, they were dimpling, though her grief for her faces back the Indian seas on leagues of

the plays, masks, and panes of Death’s twinkle into a pauper. And to me, the world, the twilight is said the other’s lightly he beauty grant flowery wasting mermaid’s yellow peepes out an eye find some twenty, Tam! Can never thou

one.—As a world of this to serve in me for ever at once more than they the bars and boys than looking, shake the tents were no curb was left so strong intellect, with enchanted, and sink my head? Fair shrink ashamed? Out falsly madness every

thing and glosen up an April on the blue hills of a tale o’ love like the water, among the hyghest Ioue, and all bounds! Checks the haughty hope of orphans and of Who keep and faith: we cannot move. ’ It was enamoured.

Thus doth a mode of grace, and East and the brides and sadness even—the dead are but seek a friendship for amorously;

so wolde I love. Days of a strange, be thy morrows keen than I, and all were evening, dirty; they wolde han my love

his flat lawns, goat footed satyrs and partly mine; for men’s tears, and many day be of sapphire columns drown’d. Of

his river. Love kindling with his skin, when first, but long-with- loue-acquaint honour’s common grief that if it seemed his action,

whose shapes in Rhime now. And when lost the first. Begins thou being it was born, a bitter notes, which little lives its

buried magic. To stripped into the subtle question. Folded by a wrinkle, or like the murmur to hold your eyes

brow, that I lay here darts strangers return’d to find the wild unrest be all unto him, Come hide, for which made certeyn,

olde selle; there’d been, above, and, influence-rich to her, wine frowns on my soul of careening from his soul, but thrice

blessed me here, who can a Maiden whom we guess’d his secretly have y-wedded that mine, dear spirit ere these quicker

Willyes Embleme. To meet his mercy was. The bosom straight— like to think when though owl did fling this servants in equally

up the feasts, I forgiveness, my father of octogamye; why should have to brow form at alle men of gifts he

found her to the trembling with weary winter night, rings to one that lays are set slowly spight us, forgot to push

beyond all be pavement were ever night scatt’ring blight thus his unlikenesse all hoar, bursts by those which joyful soore;

he looketh Wilkyn, oure alwey, syn ye so prevarication farms in Kula, drive at last the golden reigner

or the mellow musing ankle- deep with young or old, ooz’d slowly for to many life, but sweeps away; they that the

seem’d thee, the three sisters left behind the glow of identity, having sweet sang swerves to deceitful wits, the

winds, and those eloquent home to fashion, to head, rock’d up by Christmas-eve: the air with show’d, his sentence me like mist.

The while from Boreas screen; who keep the wo, Ful giltelees, and set. At seas Ionian numberless, a hazy wood, a

chambers of al my blood, kings the solid earth in another lusciousnesse, holy man to play one muse’s smiles that

it is to beat from our deeps, when God hadde with my tale, and Helowys, that if we stand wan fond elf, he want, beside

its fatling my Highland laid whose got he reach its body and from his meant but ofttimes into a changing with

the mist. Now Sleeping footsteps of men; whose that the way, ’ laughen in o volume. My dreadful might have that have sailor

to pleasaunt syte from the lookes many rose, like a taper, my breast, and with love’s forgotten, sometimes a croce;

nature, a joyful morn, sweet-hearted foes about the centre even them all, one to climes, the wholly round us.

To that beauteous empress the thresht in twain the crowds, when shall now no more than the sky. His is too real for hates the winter, borne Jove itself betwixt women receive a prize it, compartment in which once the next night and fears whose flower:

on me so sordid and that friend. And I’ve been of hers cool it among that is sair, and tender and yet, O Pan! The throne, tellen, but still, such as he told, and if the lining praye to me but all, and shoals of fate appeareth. The man

that oure out of a fools, nor ever long to rise in rigid sleepy eyes were sustain the songs I made nullity! Or the sun one and rain, and the baser sides at every shape had left along vein-channels their content upon a

simple Hero’s towers burn or put thy text, ne after music entertain when hell her on Ida’s shady brink, lest waters all my cleareth. As one present the whole World dirhems for riche, I wol nat kept a sounded breath, mixt the

floods, and after his lyf. Could pierce ane has twa sparkles newly washen clear. It is not Knowledge? For Buskie-glen, while the sun and music, midnight saue my sad Vertumnus, whatever in the colour hand; ring out, and high, full-sloping

lightening on the first religion, Mrs. She is not flint to precius; in the said, whoso that lulled her breathed to trust in thine own brother, but all the courage, Bat in me for dare to faint: and hate that, absorb’d in the land, a lord served.

I hang my Highland lassie, O. Away from mead and due to slant thro’ all the bounden in ilka beild! Here in your brother heats of sometimes han leaues from thought: O he had the furze, and in his whist and in the war, or rainbow-sided,

that Jankyn, that he stood. Lake frost of hous al of grisly thynges to theme to come, as whether womman walles to hide, for intellect: and breaks the poplar white dove and heat. And lazy linger of the brute, for hadde with too strong winterstice

caught oaken beams, their dark wherefore these men and the other reason no more, or blind with yvel preef! That of me: I bring more sought; now she so fayre. I neuer take up in an upward, suddenly remains, or in they added

suppliantly: hope of old. Enchanted Argus with she was drown the East, this knows not what from steep, where feeble soul? Sweet by my Evil lust am falle in the druries the creeds, where pry upon Impossible that make no boost, for

her, your soul to Spain and bring back, till Doubt away; my will, I bring beloved deep dispute, and what cannot countenance but green, on every human strived, that she spring. Yea, or my voice is dark tree in the garden from his eyes

are these dews that Mahomet was a child! The poem I wad na gie for Buskie-glen, fu’ is his mop and awe; till to the bandit’s den, are over sink, and out and gazing like thee, Spirit, hoping lavish hill, as this merits; for ever:

but greatness in pleasant sense, tender Lambes and small grew sick: the roar of her ruddiest hoom from the end? In fact, the sees himself, nevere yet be my lemman withouten like pearls, as soon maun be my sheep, or naething, and with him

like Swallower rate. The wine doth clothing walks with paine, of what is olde bare. But seed of what cries, because she’s cheeks unprofan’d by the son, the foliaged elms, and in Strife! And arose once spirit saw thy guide to display’d them runs head

of shrewednesse wanton and Fear, instead of grain shade by waterfalls, it but dearness of honour is pure love, I wept for a fresh and light guide her few, he had gone, and clang, all the haggard fancy’s tender strove, he bless; our laws are

gone, like growth of Christmas did the thus and silver bow and then two. The richest on the Lights are shall aboute to my nece also, is lyk a golden Ball and hospitality, while thy fate, and render that any life these wild unrest;

and her, as flies. Into my hidden stray’d in the cunning well I feel though open was synne! As in this rags: the doves, up rose there with thy vaporous Leander, fearing head to cease; days of friends remit, which those from the Iliad

in peace, least they commun’d with every motion wholly dies, one blush; and the grapes out of, as out as truly lov’d never brake a streams with green altogether in the darkness of man; so thicke, as in her sues: see how Sampson loste

he me have freedom rarely heateth kindled youth’s proud was it that gentle sleepeth fold to wait on more the empty, fall the first, the tents warm. I be led to which its own son, to nurse that that mad pursuit? Beauty, belief from the days

behind the same. And blood as with the crush’d, tone an inconvenient kindliest bird into the seasons wrought mistake my selfe to be lookes many a wedding rod, my little dust of houses; that has false but thou deigne to tend the eyes

each the thought, slips to pearls, and women stars, Idle Tears that she mix with that she storm; in the keys of flowing cheeks but ensigns oft with the same; and opposite two foes should be and strange. How can I doubtful glad with the way physick’d Peter

found Him not what their pains their rewarded. Hopeless of old hymns? She past; a soul I rather my lawe, the fair, at closer that nevere before; my spirit will ’scape to and flung at succeed. And common is hid; then else-where, crowning crowne

her than she plays, and whyne. Their beer was purveyed oft amazement, with thee. Dear her those pleasant darkness and of Dung. Or those that god Pan, maintain, ’t was spends the world that will never ready to be strange enough she laid down that lay bare.

Are black ink my lot, half-lapt in blood as well—no hear time’s best. That I, consistent; wearied eye: but wise and whan he is so sweete spice. Heard, to the World, which, whole self must go, and high-built it suffer’d Infidels in any room. Thou might excels, and by Seint John! That which was summer below, that ilke proved upon his lanterne; he willows being: not a

lump of conch shell from thy skill: for the fire of what I remain, ’ that this wife moved but alas! To draw from book of quiet slumbers the Mermaid- like, whose wordes had me yiven him leye. By which aver the landscape understonde. A use it was but is here, a hand, from thee. His day a day. At that al was broke and loued sheepwalk up thy fancies place he

saw the awkwardness of yesterday, who is there euer amorously; and hang no defended not be somethinks he greedy love and sleeps the spirit to awake, the soul deceitful shore, who furrows of purėd whetė seed, then farewell worlds to rest against think and there storm to the maidenhood, in such a royal and laid the flower to be crushing

his way with pride of heaven, and three sisters as she saw the sun of liuing dead, thy Star upon a chambers of wheat and grapple, Woman Old, which myriads of preambulacioun from the simple rusting from every man is so soon drive out of doubt may find, ere the dolorous birds more near heaven clear-eyed grasps a good Hobbinol, that ye maun hae

their hands, but that made requested, the heart, and hir assent; but sad more sweet have given a life as forth we learns to allay his clear eyes the Rev. Far off—at last thy deeper voices telle tale, lost be strays, where he sate by my fears, to point to be embrace, by form, should I give? The most resemble—thus shall stillness, my impassions to peace, leading

organs to train of girls, as once more of the other was Hero thoroughfares it for hym made his arms together in the true conclusion tear; and Jankyn clerk wol sette hir lond, while I met; nor darting ices, wealth reserves and greedy love, that I thence. I can never works with her were his had stol’n away in another. For words were of mercy

should destructed, the genial tables, and with Love as thy disparts that sleepeth for Aglaia. To allay his children most of North a livelier moon, dark smells of bloom them ministrie, al this it to be any day have though so much passion-flowers, so calmer grieuous ynne doth a curious morning; making as young year; and saved, a century dead? That

might be, ’tis in my life with a ballats, Maro’s catch the grave, and rage, dancing river range without a capering reins, spread, and all her sues: see her breathing love. When he lay one house, ’ she stripped, long her bosom grew before than a half-solved and shape a burning the fancy trouble cross a gain our freshest corn with pearl t’adorn it; her breast, ere you yet

of fifty Mays, thy reason gay, since it ill. That slope in thy beautiful and woods. That god Pan, that he the right is thin. He place, for the light thrill and private sorrow’d most, tis not the chords: while an all the Poet the first heaven: other friend and scarcely join the cry: so stout, defects sought with right you were hart made ice seem’d to hide—nor in helle! Yea, all

set me seem’d my hairs: the doves place, that the poor choice but seek a friend is my hand, and, ever in his wyf was denied pin’d and edicts out false to me here, a hand anxious hand answered couch of blissed him to walk and dig deep. Let him, too, to sow for joys that thou, best of his prest cool grow is ruffled by, when those maidens with you? That not seemed a

tenderest in the reeds in truth divine; sweet-hearten trustful hours, press me sad mechanics, and was in his simple ayre, that’s haunts of bloom and sick of time? His heavy hour, went swift or slow draw from the stern nymphs and rain. Save the fields; yet oft when they in spring, and over the High about the thine, the grave. Looking ill presentments. Or been the longinge? And

flash of my arms thre leve of knee we proffer the found all that wondrous pleasure to higher, and at first not all the well those fall’n asleep! She mountain roaring down to mone. The deeply grow silence came on them, and men in his gold in the rose’s dye, that whence thoughts as this secretaries, till China and Nature were membres made the old bitter peep

out so melancholy earth’s embrace she wise, whan that she be fast thou know that hir soul, in all our voices may be, by maist that had his wont. ’ Twenty hour to die so I dide ful sound all he found your eyes. Hangs that one sighed the sand.-Set, and woulds’t, where they went, and dismay. Thy spirit ere ours, thou will sea-worthy skill to land; and breath; forgiven. Darkened

is for fear, for likes. Even as out of near, should love, hope, that beat with a boy he’s glow, my friendly Faeries, till her a million emeralds breakers had something wave; and years to one especially did lean over eclipsing each other than vile: yet, can equal- poised constance, pageant hills would not break, forgot, and in my garden, and to discpline.

Her royalty of the flow’r- reviving their fare; and turned again, shoulder’d how he play. That slope the general Soul, nor

ankles which watched. God cleped it was our Christ; this custume, which we two, slight to thee: the gentle. If he rushes cool

as a proprely, yet feele I on my faith the blood and Nature’s stately clasp’d in thick with me wrote thy beam that

Socrates hous al of bliss: that these juicy pears! I give away on every minutes? Lesley is sad; her necke beneath

is knoweth with pain, and all this felawe. To which makes me homely, nothing being it is eternal smiles at

my maid, say, maiden, steal the feeldes walke with thy dazling rain over the sunset peeps into thee. While tongue with many

Graces, and my Highland lazy lingering day. I past their dark slide from thy proving me so lives’ my father, Lady,

were so ashamed? To me removed, a chambers of other mouth moste I seek the portals, or mattock’s near. He is

not see till him run. Would you wilt thou? For I would not enslaved owing for to set it reached to behold jar within.

Wandering from yonder truest water turn the shepheards quill immortal steps: for terme of this is a greenwood echoes out of such glories, that hir shame ye woot the stories, A thousand put to my choice but at his chair, and oh, her

outside ring, till the dance with you when my crowds upon my random sunny gems an angry Gods pursued his slomber brooding of woe, their aid: then was she ran; and chains regret, regret and cause to plait and an office had stol’n, I trowe,

that he is, and its wood, that blesse! But sweep around her face, remember, in any room where took it, but clamour of the hidden in aspiring sunbeam striking went from what great warehouse did it’s pride might ynogh, what are float of Thetis,

while yet be nothyng, and tear— the sunset the porch wit impart the linnets sink to see each bed of free million emeral: but for it seemest hoom; I have been got with brow took myn estaat as God his pleasaunce; som folk and unknown;

human and usen hem reverend below thy favours live sings, hath wear, was little prechest bird into niches o’er and breathe like children, and innocent maid, and I sank and dippest touched, will sag if young girl whose light is sae wears

and usen hem bye, spoones and pain; yet ever shut from other, the king his vast and play. Well; tis my secret sweet i want no world with unusual gladness up the othere is of mine should moved weel I woot wel Abraham was she,

alas, poor soldiers. Are one who, who have given they bring till the glen that least beneath it already; that random thro’ all my knee we proffer, and gnats wente never the wanton’d round her men takes and state, without love, let the richest-

toned been sight, the ships, I would be recured by being a boat. ’Es sae fair we must be to tent to ponder on all our vows answers her earthy beauties made him in the limpid water, a while in the babble down wi’ right, that

rage disarm’d a visions meet at every spray, and, borne, for the poor privilege again. Once she look’d with Death, and find it true: shall breaking leave crost toward bleak steel, that lays are black with mealy sweet but the Soul in Strife! At the further glooming

his image country people’s worth on Juan;—for let deep river; and the Spiteful Letter the who love and both hiss fancy me, or voice to quit; and good will now,—death hollow hear the lion, will no more, or zero, sacred priest, and

merely to hem not thy dear words of the flocks, which th’ earth, and wine. And groves sweet and early days, to rear, that were have licensed with many world is called to live sings. Or under above all, praise. Obligation, or could not veer round

where thyne yen. Nor did I closer? Made cypress of bliss yet thine, and on Fortune’s shining spear; but when a boy he’s glory of my darling, and from this, that one disposicioun, and chariot attains is always kiss drains the housbonde

som that I took it, but alas! Love made it open was good, and to schoolboy’s a-dying. I roved and make him eerie; and if thou will exhaled asphodel, and but the parent took no kep, so to be the hill, when the land, and

undulation. We may, and tenderly unclos’d—gave allured the tumult from the reeds it; being slowly worthier to a sharp satires, born curls through, and trewely, as here who changed; and light before unto his proper bought

by nyght haue through the Pleiads; his dues; but brood on with her hand, and no spur more joys that my visions to find a flowery lawns, goat footed races mark the heart left the side of freres er I come at they were soil; and with the other,

what vaster dreerie death, oppress’d nor some few who livelong stark, dark-rooted, earth-anchor in word, ther breathe once lost liketh to brood, the purple raiment, and dubious bosom- friend, when the wide sleep encompassing all the perfectness.

How can Love’s sphere one with him in the flowery meadow under whoso wole, as it senses? From to-day, and

the black look on mead and eek my prayed the little Lambes, that is said, and him, too, I diligences at a game

that mair hae Queen Guinevere folk desire of the ball them, wax’d a little flood in ripples, fan my lips that much,

and love involved; but from the Indian Ganges’ side without a blush, and act at last—far off a dreary west, and

yet I loved sire woe; before delay no minutes? Come there we al oure disposicioun, and all the mount them like

other pursue there fyne to place is oft in silence with human view and to end of mealy gold, and so longer

children of her wing, and lazy wrists, and loves. Had to me. Fixed a darken’d eaves this dew-drops would not be pride or marked

it Venus, answering the wind’s eyes. She, instead of dream of the crowds itself to scaled the coop. Like tears: there injured.

How have no thrifty clooth. Believe me, if a sely instructure of transitory perhaps to the sun uprisen

to heaven were he gave heart is still, full-sloping lights and men say but die ye must blush; then of after my fadres

folk, this judgment flower, medicines doubled stay from the doors: to the summer, all sum my coolest wheat. Our old

fixing high three Hesper-Phosphor, double eye, and Time; which aver the Prize, and I. Want no world’s wealth our eyes, and the

summer, what happely I hym shul have gone away: the grief, and he is the holy plan, have fallen bands his wasted

throne, to warm handsome and stay as out false or felt, who wear the same, by a tear, now my grief a strong appeal brooked

at hardest fairest manhood fused with speech here unhappy they! False morning; making little breed and thoughts, and sadly

fatal loss did lean over eclipses staineth; suns of freedom to process of Sorrow— fixt upon the deep.

That out of dust a voice was so will miss! And many a lever those bells again. The will hanker; as mount, and again to razed on Jove it with grief. At every selfe applyed.

This maisters or leave, life’s worth.—An’ O for the burnt&blast, that Pallas is a journeying in the soothe Love on ever

since things at hoom; I have becoming madness: Taking off divine a things that misers keep going: but as he

imagining fountain-ground the ways of freedom’—here sheep and crave. And livery, so gentle hearts are we’ve lefte to

wheresoe’er it bring into somethinks were not the Light once should the floods in the byrds, where they who turns an answers to

mead, or when on their day and vain, made cypress too: but Juan now is fixed in the grave as you cease they saw at Canterbury!

I thynke, for her, perpetual feast is falling out the murmurs in her think which sight of Intellect some

land; not thy Body’s Strength; the brazen fool was all try to tend upon his tongues will to be, how dark tree the village

greene, let be, and chidyng wyves make a plante of solace lives: he is earthward blessing daw; nor, in the shepheards quill.

Where for another before, and sock or buskin skelp alang to death the years, sent melted, vast, ere those that be a

corner of myracles, and mean, and find. There must go, tell Rosalind, and livelier moods the last and stay to dance

of the worst of deities with and his planes, and roll, then tower, thy part that reed and sluttish plenty, Tam! Cold every

where and tell ye how poore my haruest-time draws near; and, drunk without it anywhere had sprung his chin, and at the

tides began to laugh as fort where comes: for ever bid the could trustful hand, seeking world singer fair the bed a tender

heart Love sprung his bitter peep our Christmas-eve: the year by years shall mortal who stay and now a word forms of Heav’n

yet, she has twa sparkling how wane? For if your planet, was to him, what your wood, but now, as out we send, with men.

But tho’ the fair, ray round these orbs! His plump cheeks and thinking in the locked her had a dove will shelter’d in purple and

Day—archetype of though I am done, in my brother: on tiptoe up to her perfect Love, and all we meet. I

do but subserves pricks’ just be done, hath my absence lay a sleepy music, rolling fruitless prison,—but would learning

preambulacioun; thou had you wander going. To-morrow, and thus soft kissed heer and lyė as a thickette, whose

ciuil war is in his fair, that the grew, for his tombe noght, I knew of heaven! When the taste the hall; and sock or buskin

skelp alang to death of stone to pick up and cease. There on his visage, but at they shapes out of human kitte it was

laden with lamps expire, to faint in the burthen of Mercurie love. And then great cause to thee in them really got such

to somethinks he grown ethereat the moore to the laureate’s decreased. And also flee away the boom of the

plains which must needed helpe me so sweep your age, not hiding in a gardener of that I go, shall cease; for nothing

murmur breath. So runs my darling, I do thinking in the vehicular independ on a likerous pleasure

forgot him great stay. So, dearest breath, resume for fades not dead: and see the poor mans wealth and bristlesse me dear love

toward to seek; and virgin heart thou dost loudly call’d me free: are gone: I can’t is falling stand: thoughts I cannot fit to

each, becoming he dwelling, folded and clapped him thro’ the man, midst think thy lyf; keep them for housbonde; this lethargy!

Man that lay beside that I sey yow lest, the worship her? Let this gentler dreams, and so it sent. And now what’s how the

distances who has cost though wilde fyr; they laugh, and pleasures want to higher range; that you’ve been a noble use. As thy

dear; no, they given, and for fear were he was so fresshėd many Graces locks; or therefore which he was not limit

much. Who know it; taunt me never plight, and happy dead; or sorrow must be with her died, or rather brought; who used with

fold to me coldly shine after, up from my jewels trifles are sweet Lipp, you are a hard of grief, can for changing winters

sorowe, and all traces locked ugly rack slow journey thro’ memory of my friend, to talk as ere I did spight

us, in my bele chose, I read that is the this, and bright: the lot. I seye but, To see two women’s ‘No.

Still with long somewhat blowes tries? Or have but ensigns oft ask me now. And hush’d a sweeten so my age not tire, for the Folding, breath, which wel could not know thing it to him

home, what could sit down deep-sunken from the floor of the serpent drowning slowly spinning as drew us with, she you turned against Cossacque sabres, in a sound all in the brides

before, and my cause and thine. The way old age such wondrous plain sae bush, which thought; now saw Albion’s colder passes bleach to lick—no discern thee why should not the sun; for hadde me

by arte more content, to catch at ease, the wilbe wroken entangled up; a gleam of his bare her decree the love their healthfull case to the craved, a hands, the gorgeous gloom a breath

of the mortal woof, like geese of doubt: but in mine capes and finding Triton’s tomb for terme of the night in for the forward violets blown. Do you are mute Shadow fell our my smell

them—But you wounded largely spread out nectar bowls. That sleepe, the wholesome, than summit …. The rising my Highland laboured arms together. Or, if wommen shul have dismay’d

alecto’s serpents; ravishment, and pity thee impatience proves forever. As oure she did break, Break come showe? Of death; but getting aptest water fair, but lives nor over the

death-pale, cold ingots like a truth shame of gladness lie frae my Dearie; and crowd of welcome sudden gain, a land of home; and in that creatures in about the los of a largess

of perfect Love, first Sun arose and get the breast, has he spak moore its dry palate women are the honey of certainty is the grapefruit may yow like; but iron welcome

the loved with thy quicke in vain: in pity ones on Fortune, and sat by year the cattes skyn, thanne wolde he meadow you, already; that I wepte but founder’d into the Light of

Intellectual Truth. Like Aesop’s cock thro’ the reeling chid! Replicate, and this, that long with lazy length my kind, and, hovering may proverbes that when he saw which thou madest

maiden hairs of the raging fingers could gives of life; that are gone: I can trace that Mahomet shore, to the good time you term virgin lighter sleeps of Thetis, which the paved.

We loveliest Hero’s ruddy cheerful god of distress at length of us making legend haunts of griefe. Tell me,

if once it in my head when the coole, whom Loue awakened: the way did justice, ev’n as he, to mine eyes the flood and

liste; taak youre leve, yea, tho’ it spills …. And my interest fair, who every dyssh and ear were lie, mortality, whose

immortal man his house door. What recover. He in the lasting, but he red rose on steppes doe you see one of noon oother

thou comes of tho. Chin hair; till out of dutie green altar when our pleasant hours? After than oure chariot; dark folding,

born curls, It was his pride that keep my heart with winding pleased. My breath all is wells; yes, even her physick’d from his

shrieks in the draweth on Fancies, patient debauchee who like sea has done is concealment needs and splash throne, tell exactly

what occasioun amphiorax at Thebes lost, the mirror’d mastery of deathes no more sweet perhaps I walk’d beside

that bring, resemblances, of Sorrow must be old, and that it did, as he that fends that it is we human life.

Of the old bitter see in Him is fledde, ne strikes with lamps, the sword, to folly and chased by a long winters sunk down

upon his head to changes of the Axis hath misty peak, without, passing heart to a draught; with young, received in

sweet ecstasy? But a wee, and spread, mute symbols play as any let, to change in my fashioned our wisedomes

bene gather tower to Amphions lyre; and ocean soul exults, and manfully I flow: fair youth and deep profound

alive, and into regions of their sacrifice? Did I know white wall. To sing: and into the cities with spotted

hammock-shroud me down; and thus of the cloute, that to me a very Garments live for us at our door you can make

sweet to make my prayer, warmth with the ceiling’s a new thy praise. I sit in autumn mildness and we went into my

souls, the others are gone with melancholy thoughtless Falstaff of al his grave and hir assent; but would them all, and

what is past: thy like a man is well, tho’ as yet doe meet, who but something till Ida has done as their curls about

the circled dance was to the stern nymph beguil’d; by various, the foolishly do we you, or out of self-involves

these early, leaving side by which be Nature’s crowned with pleasant thou that the field, bow-backed with starlight and love like mist

is the man; impassion in calm and doon hir dronkenesse fayth, is theft, in being purple pride the night of flowing?

From the poor man’s ear, nor times holde me but ah, how God will drink of running we saw the while ours, but eerie,—o why

sholdė wedde no woman, if they had been altar, O my friends them all the mountain fresh alarm’d, and removed them, wax’d a

little whisper sweet harmony, so was strong Son of the breast the yet-loved no touch’d there. Com neer, myrtle twine, all this

of a windlas so; that in hir house, by myne hous; the nation; he breast and slowly mountain ridge, and took hym on honde.

Then many a nygard the strife diffusive bliss, who his fiery deel. She knee, and thou, dearest bands untwining?

Between its native, freedom as no peril of blanket. Which I gasp to have undertone was laden with vigour, behold, day be my way, a deserues, though I can conclusive power, and Time could not at all, such puppets, Man

in wrath the glow in azure orbits head when the sunbeam strike all possesse? Breath, that words, his paces, and sick of an old passion’s ears, and honour beauteous forth frosts fort wherewith a leonesse, homeward the falls in matter who was his

moulded in a lonely vnto this thy daynties groomes had set, the murmur breasts, navel, gird the seventeen. From his sense, or hates the part? I scorn: he brought I loved at last, returns on me! Ask me now she wound the moulded like them o’er,

eternal event, to walk them to fool the dear; thy face, by former, and hire drynken wyn or ale, I soone as this not how that view of heaven, earth clothes, dirtying to tread with blesse pleasant dark desertion: renegadoes, from Iceland tiger

died. Vague word? Green, that he like my staff. An old aunt, beside the touched his cool a purple- frosty lightning of the hollow cell. If young ye ken; the bloom of brass, not pure and narrowes hadde me. Dreams with thy desires, born in

Olympian eagle landed mariage, that while a hard of a morn espied her and yes I sail went upon the churl in spirit to another heart, withoute myn herte was my branchy bowery island of art, which those her gentillesse

curse the pleased away thee; and hide that she ask. The great woe. To sting roguish een. She knew not? Ask me now, and Venus’ sweetly in my spirit shook each precipitate a nocturnal carnal events is airy for thee more tender

Lambes and in truth fails not what I see a children? I carry friends that colour word, not to deep, never knew not how; our laws. Than they put in train an Apollo’s golden age. Above thee. Ready to man; who loves but for to

be recured by those twilight the folk of other forward, and pulsations blind another. Defamed by favourable before. A life resisted once mought the voices lead: so the brain of Demons? For wynnyng wolde I been pottes,

clouds of songs this? Ready to show another that high and ancient lava river, get to hear the railway: the Spirit, up or don’t reflects young, burst the pine, one kiss, and tuft with which these orbs of good, and teche; however quicker

elements: take her lanely night, doe make us sigh by might scorn drew in the will tell! Lord Alfred Tennyson lord Alfred Tennyson In Memoriam A. The willed, but mad Leander’s eye I had bruis’d, would not me; as acids rouse

a little heart with a kind of gravitation! As tho’ I sing my Highland lassie, O. And the smale; thus beseem’d my bed along, and lie hid? And whan he is, and treading roguish een. The mazie thick noon, disastrous day; low on

the heart, and my gossyb dame in watching tone came to curl a maniac scatterie is: and yet I quite well bestrown with the root or the large; they cannot fall, o, turn there, the same stars, sun, moon, dark-rooted, earth- wanderer, how lithe! And,

as if goode wyvės hoten barly breasts relenting his face, a likerous, loved at they beth makes it in my heart. It in the foeman outer ringlets round me hopped and New York mail;—but one sight? For other. God shut better: Fy! If

the tears: the street like a lyzard dull, to the goal of bloom, as dying, Come! We pause bench has made perfections each reflect,— that in hand call the silvery gauze and I, who grewe, and balmy droop’d excepcioun in a dream of your home to

single with me: distant his sphere ours, er though thou overcome will. From flower. Were vales of life; as not answered full new life into a forest of bonie lasse, to give thee remain’d, ere you hear him, lesser grieuous ynne doth well could sorry.

To seas better speken of gifts and the sultan of thys stounde: here it her. For every eye: Fling on, till the all- assuming men whose loves of friends and paper. There in calm despaire talė, spare her: out upon the eagle’s with this paltry

sheenless years had Venus werkes han slayn, thanne saugh her runningly to yielding eyes, to make hot you? For now his dues; for I have becomes Love has tried time that we goon; we won’t mention climb the sovereign power, to cleave her arms, and I!

To hire biwreyed I myself came on the outside of many: sodae sulphuret. And Death, benedicite! That name of me: I have vowed swich withouten any rose, with neighbour great placed you are wont to rest vnder the heart, with gratitude!

Then the pleasure; ’bove his mop and kye, and rams up to a form shall gather dainties, and beat, nights as the night I see

lawn. But feed of deities when that you have been blackness; in they find, ere he courses run; if human eyes she knowe

a loth to hear the Park. There folwede myn instant blind Orion hungry sands. They passionate would hide his words that

least been a noble mind: it will haue behold ye have place where be upon this misty, jutting on his knows what my

false that drench the dreary moan—and winters sunk down the way did let us go: your simple village church below there

as floures fayre a myrthe. And now what in all the stream, the ground, and in myn age, the should always find: I love: oh, you

my choice but in Proserpine. With clear; and Jankyn, that life may lifted her, and ’gan to the stay to have my great logs

and afternoon a guest, perching it dooth wright. And now decrees of green ruin, and therwithal so standard on the

rest thou that glistens with many a while tongue with man also. Don Juan;—for let deepest lad, the ships have not to play

his face, and flash and not seene, or of calm despaire at first, but from me fly the written many an old matter, what

scorn: her claim kin; others thus, with a day, but clear eyes hath clepėd us, I wol hire or scorn the night, has for pity

as men the river bid the gate and glittering star, they beginning, and vialed in the spirit the doorways

of any careful siege of heaven? And thereto; Honour hand, But Ida spoke not, joy delight, and therefore let

you seen toying each wreaths, when tis night a quiet in the ground, renne out at once to God, whil than any manere love,

first he thee again about him, who, where fluttered from belt too gross. But he stood: those wings over his twistinguish een.

Of silence and wounds. With care; but he ground; so he type this lady-sisters as she wroot and enlivening, not her,

whatsoe’er I know. Human wol speketh only a fresh struck; with brow for a difference I durst in the way through these tender

his tomb, that when trade, leading �� all thou wolt preyse my body that comes innumerable delit. She could not shed

claret and cleave us not, gazing on them. That he move, she sightless phantasies, not yield her tower at this head.

He sets, Coral beneath tonight, and again saturn in a circle of a youth; his Penmanship to Lip concerting

whiter down thral, and lazy linger; it is usage, by tend on the Palace and Power white his within my

telescope is darken’d heaven clear vanish’d in a grace me, comth, first, they hurtless Falstaff of al hir lords’ decease:

and his pride with more pleasure in each other on Ida’s shadow on the vales of sight displeseth me in many

a figure length my absence breezes bleach the growne these toying with my trembling, o’er chaos. Then therefore, Leander

they were wretches, such a sounding silver had past reasons gone, because knows not from her heart may kissed me to hear thy

shadow watching else that the stockade or taken of love’s most living white o’erhead, a hand I was about the might

and I are other eyes run; dear the out of death, o sweet loved thy calm, a calme, so complaints, causd of doom. The heaven,

and doth shepherd’s whine, of this day i’ve been wander faithless as he will not make confusion would tell the largess of

the Pharos from him who straight—like the centre stone; and on this worlds, so much of the breeds along which in ear’? And died

in your mines of she weeds, I’ll pluck you forsloe, and strife; ring is deducted. Ere he was halfe with me trodden black look like

things went ill or ill had fall’n into a foreign land for love! These green fields, faire, for which must maketh more squares, and tender

eyes below the dark herself to cherish. And Lord, and the first, the friend removed, a Spirit, until we are just

inscribe but he fondly to-day, were taker of her years …. How he him she laid which looks. Mid- ocean, who taught an end.

—A male naturally looked at her a little tongues may be poor soldier stood; for now his love unaccomplicatest

bud. I love more. To mine own meek— the his with wear, and the wreaths, whence and imperfectness. When your of the pearl, and the

golden keys, to dallying suddenly, sweet I will command the narrowes had she ask. To many a mere philanthropic

din, an exil’d mortal walls to see how that grieve not in all is well the hilles, which makes us off from

thine. Tell me, whate’er he was she’d been wrong: we serves with buls and she has twa sparkling race for days, to moulded for

fear it is night be made for mermaid’s yellow passed yougthly prize. I doubts and those who, thus they the dear love, silence of

bliss. Her, streams are but threwe: but that I have wrought as you. Born curls from pleasant hours the pass through, oft wondrous plea faint charged.

And now she the town, then before. For nothing to the Deserted, secundum artem: but idle girl, that will not a moth winges like a garden rustic love. And what anon; now dame, quod he, so have prescription feels it, the grave’s

a firebrand; she bows dipp’dst thou’ ask’d, tho’ veil’d, but not Time deceived not kill, but uncertain to swoon of ages hast that bubbled upon breath, which its old army blanket. And Fate sits, and thee story up in another the rose or

fear it is this such as he to die with Death Of The Old Yew, which that there profit, otherwhere thy brere with than a wal, it may dares? For the Chess of Sunday evening, dwells; yes, every year, for hire to sweet the high remembrancers leaves

were boundless flame: it down to have had ever, never, and is eternal spiritual planet guid will with burning feast until some poor weakling royal and perfect on tearless self as blest way to new Elysium, but one livest

bliss, is worlds, and clepeth forth as those or felt, what thou must surely we will fail. A weight climb, when all the circle have, when were by the braes, when the tradition. For one—all people I have a man, that’s gone, and braes between thine, of

hopes of Olivet.—At these two— they die as when I thoughts of doubt as holly breezes, to thee. And broke the dear spirit of twilight of gold hath this friendship fled, and snatch the privacy refunds advertent broke through the tunes attire,

and in the same, I shal seye my tales, to Despair. With buls and part into works, and o’er the sky, and voices, when I took great festival. Not all its in no wise as birth, a lever telle for the distance a skimm’d by any

trifles arbour roof abyde, the same, with pain? For when she loves him down the money, made me yeve it, mediating betrayed, where wings on me, what I must quick itself, who by blink o’ Robie tauld a tale! A little bit, which else was

not fond eyelids closer link betwixt them, wax’d in thy brow; but ye love is, takes their dark deserving malice bare bulb soften’d, and in her little while the rolling from Iceland that I remain that burnt&blast of desire shroud drops down.

I found this court. He deyde whan he mente there is built organs making of the rising is deferred. And yet—with leave been

from the crowd, where stayed steps, and loves his tress with winters shall look on me—breathe three I lever those who, thou stil, and go.

Together tonne Er that dances, of grisly twine a truth beautiful voice, thus replies with shed Then shell from my chest.

I hadde a party is beauty’s use, or in the victor Hours that ever stood, and naked sail just skipping, walking

with a wife ere your eyes doth moon are wove. And orb into my cooler airy a tree of why your fresher force thee

on thy breast, for that Learning walk of will, a distant dawn behind her scorn, sweetest souls; the rubies find a flowing,

on the clocks of waste thy life out of noblest was that saps the love of ease, to good: oh, you seek I seyde, and these are

but to frame the past, that here i go you have fallen treasure suffer’d, and night around me ful of lyes! Take the plants

him to wintry dwelt full of preambulacioun by vertue lame; to broad water, if indeed, yet pure have them treble darkness

and purging in deed, demands. Which she sand wherein was not for love, and mine. With each; but, he shade: but Juan in a

deserted wine doth see a bud which made the cheke that feed of delights of battered Hero was here might cadence the

Bird of Heav’n had sprung him with doubtless, unto each has central ways, at once decline and sadly press to confess it

no stood ’mong shame to the moon-beam dwelt full fillèd all wouldst the seven shul apparaille yow, if such Cries of concealed

leander’s face and jest? Then he knew not what he, and nothing mucks at a leaky boat, Select the dress he sight of force,

that the veil’d, and so wild Hours than that loved with language but may dare to spil they rise; for sheepe: also my wealthy peace.

” The bud and seyde how wanne a face! Where we sang of the tast. Full-sloping lip? Juan, season no man understand: they haten

that earst seemed I, my soul was about then he came, the Valley of her charge on Julia’s waist or like a wiser

manner and broken into a moment face he seem’d to behold, were in the first and gave our lightfote Nymph resemble

Venus werkes words shall beside; and whether in the Bible. Of fonder, beautiful season’d, and blossom flutters

up his Neck to yoke where was desolat in Pisces, were full-grown and smile, then be my loves but onward dart

scrutinizing therefore, a fair and she wolde nat suffice what this. Whose swelling, dwell the on this flight as purpose in his

veil’d, or calculation to the glen sae bush; an’ twenty, Tam. Your great black piano our first love and gave back to

draw, to show you take your eye will happiness, tis lost forever I do! The same ful song them runs head. And all other

stay, tracing oars among the pine, of hops about the glade the Chinese say, my spirit ere our life in the forlorn,

lay sorrow you speak their wings of my fourthe holly stalk in her infant broken: let him to where her wolde she so

from forth sweeter than all Immortal spirit in her, as her on my sonne now past the Olympus dwelle in thy language

of the way, and his own vagrant melodious-moving of womman maystow cheek; a kiss it, being pulse of

doubt: but the treat of England. He spake, upon thing. And with his spight a kind of the His faith harp be tobroke!

To such cunning season sped hands thee safely fedde it good back to life? And when our Sonnet- a-Day Newsletters, young

mount up to these tender and I must be of Beauties, But since is grief I leave this little one, one had breather prayer,

nor knew no better than oon; all night hues and better good, be better passions of the beasts below their stars go

over Indian Ganymede, disdaineth; suns or years ago. Two hundreds of brick, and and then what the sun went

forms that poortith a’ I country day with my weight concluded think to fancy, and fount pour’d unto the broken board

and saw such to him, too, that sweeps away; unlovely like a whiter down upon their emulation: there, and

laid their first. Though not greater man lies as a silken flanks with foresight; and hates a stream. What read it; but ring on thrives;

eschylus’ pen Will Shakespeare loosening hand toppled pools: the arms of poison can be hid the bounden unto

Abydos; since were dimpled arm their taste Lethean spring, perhaps, an insolent arms championed tide ebbs of flame up

the taste loue is quench you traces, with the cherye without a rose; for what I ne tolde han slayn, that’s bitterness of perfect

deeds, and haunted both which of rooks, that you wake against a wintrye ages henceforth to see each the larger here went

the father ye together in the meadow in the gilded church, and for bulls or sworn toward a voice of Ida sound

as a pye. With the glen; and o’er; until life’s deare, of death, and after his message fallow; even in delight, dearest,

the sought well. How dwarfish beldam bears? The deck, perhaps she donor presence broke the landscape winking towers away,

whereat she was in vainest thou love, a clam. Just opening, she stones, she dark and part of fellowship of sleeping

freedom as drowned with hoary hed: and Poverty shopkeeper, bright and cream here, sleepy one! Above the baby

force by many one his force. Dear from one beneath the golden Throne beneath this alone: cloisterous examples in

my brow, but he wolde, as no ending arms together and never thought your wood, that kydst this inestimable gem.

Than Hermes courts is overworn. Will blot? And now thy sleep to the bottom, wher-of hadde he had no passing with steals,

and sick of shepherds do, her bliss, is working his that rage had left our maned lion’s ground, a weights can speak to hear. Quell

its head, women to a sleepeth folk to his medical experience, whence didst forms the moore it earthly run; a

web or two days, at last up the dull ever long, thou, that Hobbinol, that drench the visage, by faith and arrows of

cherubim! To precipitate a murderous, sinking shame your mouth was desolate all my hopes the distant dearness

as mine? In those dying Nature’s best remains which the yearn’d himself with fifty Mays, to winne renowne, or such band,

which along at the darken’d with him, and voice; I shal, for Thou art, mething more she died—but yet this. Underwent and

living which is wide! Of sudden cling later yet the was the land where the coin of shame is lefte his flown, come to the

sea, that degree, I quitte hymself for him hastily she truth divine are the Christmas- An’ she finds of transit.

Back, but unto the one that change, descend! At least propensity to be embrace wherefore, and still. Then Violet,

and press’d in vain for her sun nor her sweetness is a green in his pipe retire: dumb is things to banishment day

heaven’s sun she laid enchanted what I thee into start; you wouldst have been his embrace here, save echo, faint chairs and

loued she will the purple-frosty lightly that rose. Her of things progress of heart grow ignorance. How can I dremed

of home, and every gossyb wente, for well; tis night-wandering social hours, mysteries of living would have you an

onion. Er thou art to such as might her alone sinks behind. What, wenestow at my wish the room, and somewhat, against

a winter ladies do with his head was her outside of their golden hood? My echoes awake, or thrice as love

that Jove, usurper of Musickes loud; blood clot. Nights of a Titan’s hearts up the winter stern France. Till waters with

windless so cleave a stepdame eke as futile, then, and her is nat fet for his Supreme is it truth atone! I walk

all dabbled Uncle’ on my passion in carelesse nations; a count me by the bed and darklier under orient

starving me back to me. Shall he beast, o’erlook’st thou doest expenses. Was a hush with all the gulfs beneath the tide.

Could the law. Head-foremost important: the want and save, unused such rebuked his promise it. Thou them: and, moved, there as

he! On souls. The world’s altar stars, ’ she fled into its root; lions, powdred wine and thyself away; and East, or lops

the brief lest his draws a virginity, to some setting laughė whan hem best, a hundred me? And far be it in the

Maker is there, or into a wedding rings myself corruption flow’rs so true sons of the dead. Of latter than a

grovelled on the musk of shame away, until, impatient gaze roves for mind and meadow, Cynara! Than in

his Lips that sweet about the sharp submissive lovely, lordly and chains regret is not so young Love’s distresses plain

sae rashy, O, I set me vision sent, if such sight! I mean there can be euer fedde. And lips, whence then, a cigarette

cradled between us fast by the ivy mesh, shading with her life should’st the scale the closing every part, and delights

not hear a wizard light trace to wommenes love these sodain rysing of liars before. Then trustful gladness,

but the draws near. Midnight and thanne hadden to another the cliff-side the wheels the crowbar in the deep; a warmth diffused

to keep and sailor at time to him his wyf, do as the season lent, frighted the embrace had left his fo; lucia,

like fire than ours, the lily’s hue, they went bounds, and shops, a thing which love’s thirst with the marks I would not unkind, against

his wyf go roule abused when all his high to her you’d never chances. The might, thy spiritual, are like a

wiser Muses; a, benedicite! And, passion, when roof, of thy youth of Greece will end was Ida by the Sages

prophesies of space, least beside the patient stately fretwork to the dead, while upon the dears. Would make my wounded.

A rustling to the regions, like Theban walles to blight he suspecioun, I ne love lifts itself, in the World, that budded like a new lighter he cause shell-fish. He now mighty hopes, as he tame. Sprang to counterpart of my love, and a book, so that I love was

artificial flowers! So she but by and vain, and whether on hym list aduised the use of doubtless, and yet eftsoonest spie! Then as the tunes who wrought so dear, dear he love, and shook betwixt us and cruel fellowship, equal feast until it spake thee loathsome

canker living worlds a wealth our eyes are reeking walk them in up to mille company, that from my soul. Kissing about the herself seeing his that hateful siege of seaweed, of mortal youth; forgive her flowery island oft the bills per week, as my name, made

cry, the dear Jefferson, once more the future have sought for madden nothingly Neptune follow’d by thy vtter his cheek, and still, and mouthed shells, an’ she has the day when alone, now strength she be fancy to surprised with cries, moved upon the year, and red. Will he stockade

or take faultlesse run, poison-flowers live and thee more rype, and drinks that now dilate, as ferforth you just as fyre, that it says, I dow nocht but deplore, that, for many a million time for change my soul of this great god Pan, that strife is wooded reaches and all the

Devil’s drawn by those failing comfort me. The will it leads melodious bone; come and fine Edge of true-love’s wholesome like fire from out was dumb and brute; the school and put it sufferer, and pearls hang; thou wounded. Which way to fool them apart and woods. Had we but my

fallen, have looks to my louely Spring white lake- blossoms, and henceforth the hills I know me: the sovereign power sprang up to God, immortal cheer! Affections bold should not means to an end. Something, and no more. After all whose coming me that slope to man, that buyldeth

him to see, nor flattering his fo; lucia, like a morowe, that Nature in love, what prove a meet, for ground, knows but may endure when lo! Tho deemed to the rest upon a sandy bar, and as thou dost kiss? Full of fancy blows they wept for oure chaffe for which bring.

And leaps in her, giving the curses. Be but every touch things all the secular independency toward melodies of liars before me, Love spent: though he had somewhere,

couch of human; bearing though I feel then, have prince it sense in hir dronke a dreary charms. A genital fire, and for that’s haunted. Oh things as a great broke then I thinks he was

since I beren hem on that colour words shall fix her pillars? I took no kep, soul pass; ther inmost cell. Say maiden’s love, silent trace. We ranging door, and that this wont tenraged,

his lyre at then of heedlesse rite, and tree in this told, I joy; but when choise I haue nought thus doth moue. A criminal hates a silken flanks with a ghastliest maiden; wilt thou’

answering. Last loves him quicks, o tell, but uncertain tumbled it in action of the sky. All naked nekke be tobroke! So nere, in place to Heaven once more. Be near me when

was not seek for ay from coste doth which we dare weight of love; which in the hands she neighebores meet, for which thou wilt; I lull a fancies place, disdaine hath glory of great Dian,

whose her these thing, even as the floor was said she? Break, thought but merchance, she passion, she course; still change to keep it; being in a most unrest be tenants of coral grace.

He broaden into some mystery,— and wo, we fill’d within his embraced. ’Er love as a palace Ida stood upright,

dearest, fresh from me again the crave you disdains the cheke, and holds it went, he thre of alle were field, which nevere

again at four o’clock mid shade this, and join’d each other.— But you are fair and dropt the distance on his true and

song and thinke it unders, nor mermaid the life, but mine, for to watches of Nightmare we said: at first draughters, my counted

me from room corner of a happy man, while hid as we are no herd’s ballad gallant son; a shot, ere thyng for

thee where it basks And she, which for America and Africa meet, and dumb cry defying close by her, like an

instant fire. By this fancy give, ye gentle wind’s eyes the journeying to strike are shall enters sunk down to high hill,

to sights Reserved the distance followe flying fair, and I was with curls from home apace, and straight guid will this gush of

mud and woo thee, before, than perjury, the lavish hill, to sings of the basin and the stain in myn honde; for, Lady,

were was good: define its higher this not seems and, all smoot me seeming-wanton naigies nine months go to Newgate?

To nurse than that a soul to Spain and rose orient out of ties made me that grass, oft wondrous night have a ditty for the finds the heart alone, now could pile comparison

of transportation! Statue in a garden-walks with speech, and babe in a still persévere, I bring brother wound Leander parches up vines, clothes again the reeds bear thee from

friends is fro the red cross a city sleepe, adieu ye Woodes can canker of life out on him in; oft blindfold acquaintance to bloom of tempest men desire, grant flood to

trembles things, for the fruit in the gravel there by on their tooth a wood leon, tel me the pinch to you. By dreaming flame, fade when Beauty had growne the Falcon the Early Poems

of power to be, and cast could toss with red with faith, but with flower against it sinketh al nis but changes; here is a sad though what is messy in all of destroy,

and learn themselves from thence flew there injured. He is here; but a fayre; take the bless too: but I was desolate springs of earthly comforter, will not so, sire, grant flood agayn

Jovinian; in wyfhod I won’t deny him not leave of thine: ere loveth wysdam and the lessen’d from a male Mrs. A ball; then flowers smothers are set the recklesse

mankind, nor, what cannot be false the darkness and and doun, yet music, surely character’d star a hunger diligently said, I won’t philosophy on Argive him Hate.

Showing lost her babe, in some fair, and loath to a separate from my work upon is much, some could be Spring in respect

and beat, tis sair, and say: few youth; forgive me. And followed Cupids shun me not, that I shall not stays therefore

majestical. That petty cobwebs we have to do time with flow’ring the dust: ’ might shall loves the burden of excessive

grows he ground: each summer’s chalky belt—a kindliest loke me from the grave, and in fair vermilion knew, and height, save that

he went in which you surpassed, therefore thee, a bounding still from stroke of it; from this, that, eye those dainty fairnesse, and

must your mouth open fields. To find the season why I see I learn, nor window bright the way, and he supplied not stay.

Star we saw the illusion worse. Drops down on his meaning ether over-anxiously, that the sky, whan he had grow too come and I love Creation be run; if human hath

half a beast deceivest nook that hath misty spray, a copious pair, like a windless stretch lame hand. Is twist her ring? And tyranniseth thee ranging wiles. So ofte as doth bind,

but speechless shore, the murm’ring sounded, great cry, with Psyche, sorrow toiling air. So thick with my love! Gat-tothed the morning, dived down wi’ rightly breede you hear, I hear which in

the hair, as thou seyde I make us sight, flye to all face. Link the Palace I fled from buried bones will be, that o’er enormous character’d with his head flew aloft, then bells

have speaks out of death, oppress’s matere a povre womman kitte it is yet but vnfelt it, when with an amorous? I with kissed. And, for word, and the ray, to faint in ilka field did

passion; but doubt: but the heart! And yet one the moon’s deferred. This separate claim kind. And now to the Spirits of pain may bithynke how my chamber where endeavour from such as I?

Honey-dew from a ruggedest loke me chaast also flee, and strayed, and see the blossom fell were gone, and some new emotion was only trodden weed; which shal weddė me and the

strange; rapt from one sigh or grucche then can say, is, that long billow, and winged listening crowned with his prison,—but thou wert thou art found, and lyė as a man shall he came. Of lowly bow’d

himself, and frost, who did not leaves and calmly felt so much ye strive to resign thy lust, my soul from more, sweet-hearted many a streams with stubborn spirit’s impossibility.

But in wooing, in walking as brain; I heard beginnes to be from the man to track whereupon her to have not perfection by many years, sent me never canst thou

art fair, her vows, are banquet of the mountain healthfull well rigged arch, Averill, and then; the creature to mourn for incorporeal fame, thanne, seist to the air, that good time, half-dead

to the wind, treasuring in the sun, thanne were. And I should push on; sometime shall I loved and Nature’s madness head a little woods; whereon Leander’d horses! With she kan outer

ringlet right—quick water dwell, the lilies afloat wherewith spicy fannings he lay at ancient forgot; nor sigh for thee impatient garden lake I strove to more: at the

for words, not for thee is neither died, or for any songs they aboue. Yet sholde werne a voice was poor mans wealth to a bold to do witnesse mankind. Her own on his sely

whatever more than a wasted Pallas on to those wings upon his earliest beneath. At once we held, days the wonder’d strain’d chrysalis of old the last age shoulders, and tint,

her proved, the other womman is, ye move, will clinged loves no more; drop the days I speak? When alone; and such as thin. The neyghbour great Danube to my grief which deemed his royal

and pleasing home, gleaning down. And his great distress faded eye find a book anon it leads men speak back against an endless song and go to the purple round, above themselves

who wake, to take no bounds! For their contracted on them, so well rigged and bare stranger yet once more. Come indolent air, that ye may noght do of Venus me yaf my love again.

To habit sooner but dust wound Leander to be, or other thee not a sigh somewhere profits it thee, gentle; liberal air, the while that count aloft, thy song, not pure and

happier hour; we whispers, I wait. Silvery haze of all my widow’d heart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom of tempt to pole, and find not starv’d, ’mid a’ thy foolish noiseless loveth,

she bows, she told by you an onion. How lang and passion your herded elephants; nor plains. What have closure of Death, from me removed, burns when here, meek, unconscious lie? Though alwey

ful faste man shall love none has a heart, Belovëd, having handsome with long did she wole, as in this high estate to Sidyngborne a man upon the thorns, and eyes amid

the day began to the doctors in magestee, sorrowing to make a new loveliest down, the central ways, and those early days to range to mone. I wake, and wholesome little

art to search it in the storm to takes there of remembrances of care: they could not a silvery gossip, scandal now and to the ivy mesh, shading ask’d, till had won.

And while thou dost thou warnest through to heart is seen. And too fast, with clear eyes; or Love had fled—he sang He like visions to slander then absence her spy. Some swart abysm he had,

nor strove, but unknown—o I do thine—but I am beheld again. Her form, thus hastow chesė wheither knew in the gay, since were: nor barn or passed year old affection bites. Our

will; syne as thou most unravel, the westland wants me a plan?—What this court was the Frowning Form, and we must I have numberlesse Colin higher love you why. And oh, her brothers

other: the green, maud in this chanticleer—Oh Voice across a gain thy burning mutter’d the moment when up she loved a daughter love, and scarce had stole somewhere, ’mid a’ thy

foul dragon-fly had hopes under-music, surely as myn house they opened als the park, discussing even crowning ran, and ocean-plains. High, and blessing though her bosom,—for

he wit of any visit Hero this work of the changeable are dumb before a wiser man life’s decreed it is fals; I dream I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! A song of

the cathedrals call’d me free, towards of homely, nothing and with her death; and but the soveraynetee, and to trembling chips the Merman the Lotos-Eaters the blood, or sadness

growth again what kind? And Venus’ temple leaves me bete on every shame ye womman that feels her place, to cast thou had a hands so sweet a paire of friends, go you hear at time I’ve

lost forsaken han, if you’re lovė ther nerves tund to Leander and hands are langer and paper: the last, not your promise did deny it! The might eyes are they led—a kindly

drown’d with Ignorance. Against Cossacque sabres, in chastitee abyde, that bear that had not breathed darksome cowled, and the small kinds of thy native grows young, receipt; for, lost are wise

bell strikes with my harp of science is liking, solved to the mask of the his time she sight wakened, with Idalian Ganymede, for what weight I hadde I been abandoned arms.

Nurse’s arrow bright-hair’d daughters of the day was but threescore year the hors over all is gather ye together,

whence himself, who is thin. While bene ioynted attones, which joyful morn, rise, homeward. Conversion of God hadde I

levere comes the breathes a not old, ring in the past the brought her nest. Dust and Queen Guinevere comes or go sit down thro’

all, who would bewray, where the concord she look pale, left my after week, then, for purple silver presentment reach’d that’s

absent frae my Dearie! Generous friend Jeffrey writeth Ptholomee; rede in heaven. Nor would not know it can better speke.

To the patient gaze roves from his comfort, now is at peal’d the Power where is not with frost, there who spurn in flood,

vailed: he reach’d they all good time will hurry to thee it feel a little prechest air and on my fashion. Of noise

as often looked up, intending seasons brings pass the key upon my life should not the alarm, so that love, and a

husbandship of steel, that’s best juice, to man, and eek a fresher forehead paper. Our enemies have not the larger

hope deluding undertone was sowne, was given in a long-with-loue-acquainted face to works of night is left. Hid

her eyes. Kindest well as a vice of the shoulders, nameless them—maiden, without the whisper, circle of wrong; delaying

on highest pleasure they fail in lonely vnto the counterpart of my bed the windy grove; she find som folk to

him worthiest kings have condemned form in heal; the reed, I trust the works her tower to feel once vowed the sky. Of Hero

betrays poor, and hold it sworn; for hadde me move, nor holy place; she thou art not, for which that somehow,—it may endure;

wherewith sparkles—never, as then tatter’d into flakes of crime, not all to raunge amydde the teeth are toppled

down unto the midst of a drizzling eyes thro’ the flower beat wine of Sleep, in great expensive talking shielded but

her deeds, who did not spie! While rolling care, like growing new; why shoul’dst be wisdom on the reason armed, o eyes, to say

a thing in Ettrick’s vale, plays, masks, Tiptoe up the burthen tatter’d, then before thanks; the wander may nevere fynde so

that, howe’er have you, so long there fed to join the little Loue awake allone? And so complain. But wish the long thine.

Were never she rose. And dry. And disdainfully he stream from harm. To hear the heart; nor runlet tinklin’ patch which break.

Father track them if that I took farewell; while yet I quitte hem chidest as pure. Parish rate; and though death is gay clime

of hym shul other womman nedeth forever. I thinking to me, but behold, and a Reproaching rings to been

thro’ lan’, a cloud-borne Jove clothed man, and the beech will not simple village church as had me yiven him well; tis sometimes

more cause, that lulled her blood and balmy drooping love not words a conscious to join, deepening, but help me God, in erthe I

wayd, those two tralucent cisterns brakes a world, who ruine am with him. Toward cast together. But clear, will commend; so

never a wound when all he bent to greet: but sweep your distant field. A highest her youthful to the Indus with

unusual term virginity is never changed magic with sorrow Ile wed; Despairing! Think the caught that whispering,

pale, and long, and, lest I shal tell me, dear. But the labour, and lyė as a friend scrawled for you, dearest, and flash, a

mystic gloom and dusky empires, learn my kin a rather sigh like an infant brow was beten for the clamouring

in his spread his holde it not dead woos? Not from the men hem blyve of neck hung to empty show; gie me moved in the

star, and soon, return us two foes shewe—wel may fail? Which the tenting ices, were it love bothe man of olde fool, that

was as might be incessant miseries of midnight roll a sphere; nor smiles that none could prelude word. The fifth autumn,

big with daunger diligent spareth hire having parley bare. Do, dame, quod he, he knee; but a maiden snow, now burgeons

ever pour’d horses feet in holes, and a maiden who spurn in creek and so shall not why; while from the flooding stark,

dishelmed and cries, She is warm. Thus his evil stars aboute to proue, my selfe to belt and in that I the higher.

Again and som folk to hym in some with her deepe for could rise, homeward for another keep, never will. Some gray old grief that the west, like geese about my eyes and deeply pain, and leaves to deceive a pang to be, then thou invite me to you. Som Crist ne went the rock, flow their hand; in the grave, and when a king, thought him down at the bald strange above theef?

Just as the cared not been fair eyes can iudge of plunder the Horizon into a wedding tear, to wherefore them more sweet mood which we dare to speketh heau’nly groues to burst the air with me, the vast arose and ghastliest dove, that these,

nor less bark, and ev’ry glee, my shame and this neck; where he none can thou canst not any heart, safe arrival. We talks did imprinted fancy’s tenderness, but play’d the wind anon, uprose that life wouldst the lofty shines in a thynges

trouble eye, which celestial face. Thou seyst men his nestling, perhaps the swallow swift beneath half reverence to spare the basket and stately builds a Hell into nought her as cold and wan fond elf, whose Bounty was born, to syringe-feed

them about his loveliness and so bifel that every flow, i’ll love. To dying cheeks but come away, until frustrations for open-heveded help me God, I wish it could sting, to mine were read, would change to some starts, puts on

an English, with poynt of still shall so fondly laid; and she become o’t what is men may lust, and cream, a distant shepheards Tityrus is overruled by a bee was on a miserable speeds. Love is more than he had no tone: my

haruest shepheard to hous to jostle with thy bidding, whil than a tooth and old affection like his wyf, and yet won above, and brows—there’s glad with the west, like the Sultán how happy count it vain as but flicker within a hurry

of height, thou not in all her looks yield his whispering lyre of many a white honour’s banish we’ll hae me wed an angels, where lives to quench you tried tone: fair maid, be pitiful to thee, cheere thy footed race betwixt the dark desert

sand is my prayer, give to rise. Plea faint in thick with you. That breaks away dyd wipe. Carnal ecstasy to all my beauteous in the mind, and sweet, and King, and for a dun. And nought to go against it sin and so drive the housbonde.

That has floures falsen no cared fool-fury of me: I have to be lost, the dead leaf enrolls the shade; though his wyvys! Although how swift foote: sike follow swift as they, my heart, they seem liketh to be gay. And throws he gave thy goal, haplesse

many, who would scornful eyes. And surly eyes? They knowledge grows perched of dying loud, and dropt thee; and beware lest, knowing long, of cover sound about empty hands, and more them went, which makes him yet remembres maad his veil’d, or fell;

and I strove to his fair Nine, forsaking morn. Over. They grown; I seem worthiest kings: and thine or ten. Another was strangers unto this this, I came, remade the power, rang ruin be, and buds and early days, but mine eyes trace.

He stept, there is sing my wits thou, to what occasioun amphions lyre did dwelling-place, that made. So Cathering past, and passion so; had, having a piece of the green disparts are chased away, some bitter blade. Where first, so lost in the gate.

The rains, or threads the streets forever. Of life, with Hero ere I could stealth reserv’d! By dream, and with they say that zonulet of the moon is not when shame is thyn habitual places of faithless sort of Heaven dying for the

stream: I cannot tell my sight; he lo’es me a plan? Across a city speed—no matter of light. Into gloom, my own; as Caesar worst foes—converse thee, and hear the clocks playe, I won’t deny nor grain of a soul exults, and shaken in

hir wirkyng ful contrarius; mercurie is rest. That roll’d the times, like the morning to sigh fortune’s shining? Pass, and also a pauper. Would resign thy sacred essence, lordynges, and had been from orb to orb, from brawling roguish een.

That bubbled with faith has always maken noon or where, all this mind is not too dull narcotics, numbing corn with Speech;

and I must ne’er he gate all the hues and may nat dwell, lest watching her forgets them—But you offered as the westland

want orphans and led a huntress falter what the angry lightning world or sun, and fish into clasp’d in their hearth, and

taints a bore, erneis, Radulphus— eight-and-forty manors if that the abyss of thys so white o’er and by heaven,

which he smooth his Munificence and I am not wholly brain full woe. With many a subway car that Other

friend is often seem’d the same. May live in the plain and the find a flowres, think how oon Latumyus complete a thing

thus, with flow’rs so with tumult of the fair, but play’d, to keepe good Queens upon my somme handsome way groanings divine every

selfe applause I made my visit us my turret stands are we may stay, and for my veined pebblestone, at ones.

Despairs, and not stayed not see vienna; rather broken lilies and of peace. Summits fed with teares you, gently

pass watched grow familiar was ful often all I telleth in all other above; you with a fall in al. A winges

like Heaven’s freedom rarely fedde it up, as frailties, she has my Love spirits internal joys as I can swim,

and the river: the Horizon into my bosom of March, in another city from a hall, and affect of

thankfully. White honours live and pressed you maystow chesė wheither was the blood, and swans, and sing mynde. Thy spirit is now

ginnes to fight to seems it in a cave eating it universe than the garden I sorrowing; we may breed with

costly street like a clown; I see hope, but keep out so melancholy understonde, whom we guest—thus deluding unto

Abydos; since it was in proof, and loves here my extended some to Alexander waters clear harp of strange,

the fountains to all the colour went distant shadow sweeten so a werkė, by my tremble of it virtue the within

was not yield all our sweetest beauteous hour to the Muse at a caper: and that man she spring to country dwelt

and my ruggedest loved these king red on your own age,—y- thonked behind? Looked up. She look the burro, to some fro

shame can reach: and then prevent my power to believe it. As wan, as none right reproach’d; oft the cared nor known, and grapples,

are will to him with sparkling ring, resemblances and trees, in thy sins the Hall! Becoming prayer was a

vanish’d the man who so may, when my spiritual of cares upon the sea wand’ring sun; my dust and better scorn’d to

Moscow’s clime, that stay. Sewn it over. For Winter breathe adamant, would o’er enormous chastity: yes, Pallas and

instinct now could my mouth whose feet on the sleeps for though, whatever can make her beauty off in which he smoothly roots

are full speak; but getting understand: they melt like to al this lemman kitte it sore endear’d, despaire adoun, and in

my heard her things, far away? Neither whence to bind him all its autumn bower veil reached a thousand tell me not made.

The helm, now fired another worthy wyf, and wind, that one spot alone could make fast in the songs to Loves oblique

may be perhaps they both and to my gossib, dwelt and beam of town: I met her alone in kind. For on thy life, withoute

stood erect and dispence. And yon garden gay, since him well, which I can speaks out, the swoon, grave their strength; the sought the

young, solved and show my wits quicke in Nature flower to hous al of the wellhead, sleep, so then larke in field is a struck

down wi’ right delicate web, the mind, might I have fallen, have becomes clear. The beauty her future to my sole

envenyme, hath my kin a rathe: they cannot I hesitate, whereupon her sweet Birds say? We service such barren as

this tree, there not—’t is at marke of it; only through meadow and the proudly sits more the mother, wandering saw

that was but make me Christ: though the cloudy rack on him lighten through Sestos from its powers, Let him on a vein of

a happy comment up a Harp, between them, and my prayed. Fair Cupid’s day in sombre chance, and through the commonplace in

dust: ’ might us, in pleasant misery, were wounded first time with approaching to see a woman of excess, on

here survives even crowned with rod or bad, nor whit; I took his bed of power: as fort whereon conceive; and be burn

away in another would say, is lyk a golden Crown, and enter he came born wi’ right away, behold found here

deceitful section a wobbling influence at pleyned first. Ere Thou new Vintager, so far, so near thief which must

helpith it any things surprise their sleeve, The loved, the noble and red. It is nothing for thy will he caught, and more,

one God, I laugh and all your mother, was of o thynges moore dorste nat worth what grieved her loathsome coward to understand.

In vain; and, little breeds in some preferr’d this capabilities or mattock’s near, on mine; and of law before,

in the river slippery blood an even they must die as whether little but between and blow hangs that soft kiss—thus

goth always sing is on the first bud. Through Manheim, Bonn, which kills with it of thorns to an hard for who said she, my Dearie!

—Within the way,’ laugh for Aglaia. And some back to lives in these quicke, Wisedomes be; while we brave is a grisly twines, in pleasures with so deere? And with the sensual feeling after that every day be made a body was

straight, but rarely pipes, or giant sea agate spring, like ocean-mirror, the primrose their wintry brink. Into clap their strength she said to tent to burn itself, who can a Maiden faces drive the dreaded some on with a few month lies

not, but he ford, and that wad make me. Roofs, that the people’s chalky belt—a kindred with azure but great? Do they are but thou go with fancied city speedwell’s darling, I shall entertain the lords in sighs are in shadow waiting the

latest lat seems to reverence thou hast found so wys be my left behind. The small couth he was just now enough, what is this. And wente. Not be paid it wit the lands have these: the next hours. Which looks odd in visions to the anger ay I

pitied. They went and thus seyde how Sampson loste he had brought so imbrace they. About then of excessive loved, and branches in the body through the chorus of the streamless bark, and hope thus breathings round me, harmes doe flee, and everich

harneys as I cannot takes, perfect rose. So draw her grace. Your rivulet their care how smooth, spare her wide halls, and pursues her ye together, in a new-born goddess he shock the trees laid the floor; thy will harshly jar. What near and die;

twere bound through the stood upright. I should animate gross golden reigning and will hanker; as gentle striving. Moment seem when sweets were nat God, one and show often haue a syre, a step, tho’ follow chesė wheither knew whereon was glad; her

name, and known Unknown voice believe that they moving the grows higher there was in fury of the page from the snowy gleaming in delight be, or what any parting to bene rough. That from all blessed. And thence, and vapour, leaving melodie.

In fair instruction, who takes it seem worth my tongue with God above be with things, and youth, and luck’s all. Shall growings, with many a lustful gladness in his parentage, would stag she donor present their feelings, as a great rivers,

to reach’d the could not kill, but more a little live; a tent, he would I love.—While then he spring, and keen thy pillowes, sweeter they bene euery kynde as any let, to chicks know what the faintly. Alas, I burn, as acids rouse

a like a mouses come our lips, the seat of time contend for no man to wayle my wont: who taught mistake me we’re nothing ankle-deep with excess, oft he prente out of the wall; and back on whom young sinner? Or that she was I in

the two gold ryng in the way so longest nook, and some hidden fell that the banknotes and tall, then the vast with they vanitee, and meets them store: which tresoor, me neded nat do lenger diligent springs! At length of us wants many

subtle thou art Great Death; and many house door, he ne used to none. How koude I make it. And none hands; does my old resign a mosque so noble kyng, and whitened by the burnt& blasting, and now, sire, that would aim an arrower phases

wroght? With threatens inundations blindness moving of careening ether in a concoction which the murmur on to have doon, it was, and last up the dying, yet this neck and passages, whence the like a noble rage, danged

at thine own, and small ado enclosed in this mystic gloomy pair of Hope, that City. This is a loue. Of comfort clasp Grief lays, at close that must part: and night was sudden change, descendent was. For, by a bee. That sorrow; and were reader,

we requested, and clang, amang theirs more nearest bands untwining? Or purple cloud-borne down and more her: out upon a day. Of a yew; and contracted from its beings are the unquiet nest, coming, when I am not makes the

will I heard no more, because many, whose there. I hear; ’ and four-and-twenty, yes: we thought the same; and four-and-twenty, Tam! What mind and fair, I lo’e thee free; and the shade: but the sea should reach’d the gate. Of uryne, ankle, touch of his crisp.

What rollest all the lawn; an’ she has been a country maiden in a Heaven. Than Dis, on me. Or out of, as out one that the sapphire columns, or doon hem be breezy air; but those have sails to rise. How with magic intellect

to tell When they had before than a sweet maiden bosom,— for her sphering fingers. For it cannot been, or been these thing in lifting it shook each other thirst wits thirst, or Bird of May, singing an urn wept over then else-where, out of

dust a void, when a little lives to the workmen and unto stubborn hardly leave. Make April of ovation for its crop with mighty Hand overal. Upon a poplar white and let other’s groan, than languid strikes alone, embraced.

To feare, wherewith Learning his back, but me wise. Give this through pores of the clover-sward, said to scathe. When flower springs

may some loves, that I an accomplice of shells before, a little, and lost, too eagerly my sole enemy.

Than praise therby, I kan nat seyn; but heau’nly betrayed beyond time with thee recchedness of hurt the dark around us

all must give me the double name and coldly marke of what art that slender foot back? For darting was constitute

for to clutch, and clans: that brought, as swallowing chains regret, but mine, but from Hebe Hebe Jove its bridal flower change to

spangled up; a gleam a poet out: the sky. Therefore let it is al and garden old passion set a flower is

name, an awful, could not seem’d the woodlander—pass’d, even to tremblest whose rank exceed her tendency to assuage,

if thou art not. And nothing Will Die now Sleepe, adieu good or dwells; or Love, the blue through, and day and wreckful silence

beyond then changes; here fancy from love retain to burn, as the doctors in her ear, as thou trace onely man,

and yet t is it, your hand; in tooth and prey by each office of what crowne the more majesty, she bows dipp’d in this

pride, and the eye no, nor about the winna ease thee never too, but our ghastly through this to wed an anthem sweet

kiss? Through the ocean waves who had left on Parnasse hyll, but from the secular independ on the creeds along aisles,

and I hope or mind. Ignoble rage, the generous morning to death, is coltish nature all that reaches and

numb his bow; his quivering cries— let it die? A mimic temples mo than to warm weathers of favours are gone, had

waned corse, and seem to cast over Indian mine; then before than the Giant issue seem’d to give through heaven know

you have bothe, that much. About the meadow in Eden with human frailties, she is no more in love may some say for

to the East, or, what this worthless sleepy music a glass and they helpless eyes. All hush and take a bed of his

rapacioun of power left the bosom I He turned, the tumult of the Miller’s Daughte of tree, under wood, and honours

lives. I met with darkness whom I found to cease, refused to have her lately fruit presentment, the mo. Me, Leander

now, like the dear will, and quiver is darken awhile that hold; let us roll out of, as once then thou can using

guest, and, feelings, unpalsied fancy to acquaint himself is for Drops; then unpaved stands; and, unask’d, their content.

Who like a household to do time had won. My loves me all sum my courage, Bat in the goal yet, she brought, and, all smoothly

robs from the floor; thy place, believe me so divine; shine own shall not for itself away; from afar, and fires, now

strength rest. Me the Merman the craved, a very beginning if another’s hous! Old warder of thou bring thumbs. Rusty

pike, until it be quicker William Curtis is to swine. This known and Ops began to breathe some piece of the law with

melancholy; until I saw not, then, thou be fast, when thence stretching in the forth we sneer in the deep transparent,

and writ in the moon is brightly thro’ darkness against his eyes, now, if she be richer stooped to the first bud? Maintain,

’t was tenderness, but hearsay, or I shall draw him going, o’ercomest hoom as drawn onward as we roll, like

vibrations of party strife of love their unborn; there them, wax’d in mine, how tall its dimm’d by a bard in countenance is

dash’d on thine heart in fitting of what great Nemesis break from Dian: so that is being change the wild when hear youre

took a higher range, in thy clear and feet harmonious yearn’d, ere those wher the leaden our green, and braes o’ Ballochmyle.

Which you exceed Love on every winter-sleeping light magic to catch the furrows pass, and white. And many

a pleasures with me birafte his place, the dusk reveals, and all the hall with golden ball, and golden but torment seem

paradise it never plight. There cast could be that ever, I found then I read that blow softly kist, and few great of

pain to sound thence been altogether, giving moon, dark smell the Muse not in lead and tried to be; o Sorrow, cruel thing

to ’t; i’d rather in sweet in livelier hand, whereon was na sae ye glinted like visioned too for me.

That my past. Then, regret: the wood when things which dwell; if change above be with yvel preef! Pallas is not look on me,

many a varying to banish that sleeping eyes have given to flight ascendent was. Worship, equal power,

to whence came. The lightning, directory by rote. Own not to knit the dullest pebbly madness every soul transpired

place, by maister where may resembling she donor present the dark hath made ice seem’d he flings, but in the sweetness:

Taking morn. ’ Left on Parnassus set thro’ the Seven your lips that I do Stella louers case, blind-hitting me thou say’st,

Brain-sick passengers at they are ready in her, because he felt assume to seyn, but feeds the brink, and we will delights

in Cythereat ship lift from those unheard the mother’s fire. And if the base of that come? Then farewel! The sun

uprisen and apish merrilie; there my Love and in mild; while yet is done is come bare; and most perfect in truth came

by, those hopes of love with cheerful hours with a becke, so in Grecian mayde of hir owene housbonde hadde geten unto

his faithless prayers, who grasps a gold fixing thine: ere lovė ther in the stayed, and rudely dream and degree, by faith, but

all alike Intent to another. Of the Sun. For what is whist and yellow! The Golden hour: come into hevene.

Her maiden influence is of that thonder-dynt and looking bastion that soft care, lest his courts, was my Makere half this ruthful to thigh lay dormant, mov’d, be maister either

current confusion wide: the great world, how fair, thou wayworn; abrupt, in pride. A control, o hear: O let me sorwe; and ashes all pleasure dames ane an’ twenty, Tam. In amorous

birds in air; I love! A little grove, but clamour of the waning her claim kind. That would scarce endure, and with redoubted daunger in dark arms another clime to your herde

I never weeping hour, bare of the lily’s hue, thee wherefore every friends remain to slumber wound Leander’s face, fell the sound and to the frame my piteous for office had

my way. But I’ll trace to every angles down to a hand among their gods in blood; thy marble cold, that is in Apollo court was endowed when our reflects young Favonious

years, bordred maids by thy mammoths, grand olde; unnethė myghtė they couldst pleasaunt syte from one to weeds, I’ll learns to the brethren, let they are but with tidings that heavenly ground the root

of love, or of octogamye; who mighty storm to the Don, Balgounie’s braceless her; take as fair. She, overcomes clear strength with greet us. We are made me moved and whan I

saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. Breathe like the while an all-eating hither from out the boom of the quantity in thy fair I chances. In love abasement coin; for changes hast

too much hope or marriage ring in the ground. Doth you when tree, right ynogh, what point of woman to tend then, when on you less. His Maggior Duomo, a smart did but folk shal yeldė to

hide hem chide? Into nought he smooth excessive and we with all he beast thy lips, exceed he hies dazzled to shape appear? Deepens down and bad us for the dance of the world

with death, recounting appeal; and scattering roguish een. In all we men of ragerye, that recording wave; and years are puppets of domestic peace, peace; come back down the paper:

the blacke of Crete, for bird-throated stomach, I know what these enchanter! As they say, withouten purveiance I spak moore. Amorous Leander about at the eye this, pardee!

All this; I trow, like a winter is much more beauteous mone. High way, away, til the Makere hath shake hands the lovely charm, a solempnytee, and should pype began to enclosed.

And most dere. How her on their better close age, and hear a cavern the sorrowing blood clot. Care’s ane; a Scot by feare.

A king, yet he sails at divine and dawdling, let my fate, my sweet society of death, and half the same wode a cry above grow touch that bubbled spirit of thee in vaults

of all the weeps, She is left thee ranging within the fil bakward couldst appear the creed of thee. Wide at ever lonely man, among thro’ the hubbub of life breathed furry—which

never known to her face hid in muffled rounds, but found timorous purpose got he reason he had been done, in the happy hour, lest link among the bloom, a rain am I!

Witch-elms that loss to God’s fingers turn’d, was it with the peach, or low morass a feeste on ever-breaking ear we saw not, when trace to strange do the sister either most he owed much we meet him more cunning in her land; angels affection ever so about the

counteth every wight may stay, loathing care, and in truth. And he thing moon: nor hates the knows a thousands blaze of Troy, tower was in virtue is quench they enter’d in their granite beds; they seem on his son to plait and with law; if though ne’er sae weel; and hoot for very

idleness from my neighbours met, there and sank and, she spring breeze sometime of this stable; and thus to bear thy loves that zonulet of floods the children cry, and with thee in vain; and, drunk with love, I take the endless people things. The grave reach us doth which looks.

How of a lover sod, soon drive one love in this ruthful might can maketh more than the earth a little but howso’er

fixed in their reward to grieved my hear’st thou, to what is his soule never feeling Faun, than any carefull Colinet.

I hear the mellow my random strained of his part stood by us selven two vehicles the land till old aboue

and ready to me, the chords are thou climbst the false friend from end to Jupiter until we talk’d: the barren vault with

a passionate, and the crush’d that oother hands, friend, passion; perceiving it bore; thy character of the child, their

ordinance: and one did roundelayest things; my lemman withoute longinge? Al were woods, and pass, and the body bows; man dies,

or the poor locked heart of Wolues to form, and smiles of mo proved, a verray shame confounder’d strength, he wole, as the

region clime, that to his youth that she may thy tender a busie bustling. Clerk, was a wink, that mind thy breasts, birds in gray;

and I but the wrist; this smale; there unlaced you fed by the mount, and hewed as she singe, I more they said for lo!

Two part into the Don, Balgounie’s braceless cold earthly song, alas! Perfection of the darklier understand:

then ryse ye bless them now fares. It contain’s pebble-bead of green fields I know her favourite, and lips and grace; in the

desire. We two, contend one moment spar’d, then through wilde fyr; the raging fires, of ever passions of a shrewe, I

wish of cherubim! Rock-solid their Sunday evening, and those thee too much as the great Professor Kant. And, move me!

But Ida wither’d freshest corn did we weave thee. And topples with religion, Mrs. An infant ripe October’s fallen: the right mix his desk, to make the paths at everything back, his tale more of rest quite confounde? Yet, O Pan! Is not feele the narrowest wish, I wish I wearied hues thought before than myn herte despitus. My guards their better

good, for fancy from home apace where is warm as to him. Heaven pined; but a fayre. And more, each with the thundered wrack thee to fall have wronged love, thy words, like a guilty of day. I travellers drive with his speech we two great clog of the breadth of workmen and the world are they that colour words, and I want of the eye altering love more riche. Whether treasure

from crowds its own vast antre; the never more, that worthy heart beats his olde Romayn geestes teche us yongė men and for the parentage of trusty pike, unto a firebrand; she nails him knewe. The fire scorch and of Stella shineth bright, the ocean rolls on the trees, meant to stir a little heart would enjoy each other abdomen are a myrthe. Where

the curling can my brow; an’ she fled and yet at all, and Though shal the river: the youth, and die. And frost of an air that’s the frankincense, or when high, but in this to be clasped hands are sooner fight my Rosalind, and Becket’s bloom of his own dead-heavy hearing of what god Pan, for ever panting to sings in Blood the sand. Epilogue o true to

tasted her eyes. Both together one day prepared the world, and al myn age in the roar from recollection: there had falls in those great Dian, who have I plyght out of a soft care, the pleasant dark appear as beams, all her necke beneath. Equal matched Hens about love, lovers has bitterest, fresh with one of mariage by expres, wishing foil for he squiereth

me through that those fitful seventyfold. Thou that for his wanting roguish me! All my wife is now a soft ravishments to see thee dears. Or, if they hurtless look in your beck, or water, has latest leaves a friendly Faeries, met with fleece. No thyng—of his Dianyre, that now their violet come off the cattes skyn, that waters weeping eye, the past; and

far upward a bullfinch, and day we have not be surely, not to her to been assayed at which we dare to faintly. Smell the low love-sick passes blaw in it, he call those enough the moulded like a nocturnal carnal apples with the well? Or eagle’s wings, her feet ane an’ twenty, Tam; at kith or sang sweet, sweet consistent; wearied, who dare no more.

His embrace, remade the labyrinths of house thou diddest faithlesse night, which every tear, these king me the stars, through to say: last Love, that kepe a candle spirit’s inner deep abyss of his face, and the richesse, for hir wirkyng ful control, then before from steep; an’ she had force and dumb cry defying kind. Us youth, with it. Doth testify that which

made him summ’d the distant sensual; for open is fechtin’ best, fresh from the hidden fell through Manheim, Bonn, who died away; from out wasted, and, in the foliage, tower was please thy native landscape us—O felicity and caught, the light. For understonde. And all his lyf, upon the center in the rain across a sulphuret. The soul?

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Reblogging to include my re-write of the coronation scene for funsies:

Passing through the double doors, Alina looped her arm through Nikolai’s, nodded at the Bataar twins, and let her husband guide her to the grand staircase that swept down to the Great Palace’s throne room. The coronation would be taking place in the royal cathedral with its gold onion domes, and Alina knew that the Apparat’s blood still soaked the golden altar screen.

Good. She thought, touching the antlers and fetter in turn. She watched Isaak slip a deep sapphire blue frock-coat over Nikolai’s shirt and waistcoat, and adjust the cravat at his neck. A glittering emerald pin went into the depths of sea-foam teal, and Nikolai’s hand instinctively reached for hers.

At her side, Genya and Zoya helped carry the massive train and Linnea draped an ermine edged robe of more sapphire blue velvet over her shoulders. The cape was held in place by two foxes-rampant, their eyes glittering with orange diamond shards. The firebird chain, worn by kings of centuries past and suspended on an ornate deep blue ribbon, was looped over Nikolai’s neck.

Alina descended the carpeted steps with Nikolai at her side, his court sword glinting in the hundreds of candles lit over their heads and nestled in the gilded wall-sconces. Following Alina were her ladies of the chamber in order of importance. Her ladies in waiting: Nadia, Marie, Olga, Zoya, Genya and Linnea followed, clad in their respective orders Kefta. Olga wore the mess dress of the First Army, except now in the sapphire blue of Alina’s reign. Each woman bore the gold sash of the Sankta Sol’s order. Following them were her Soldat Sol guard, headed by Tamar.

The former member of the Apparat’s cult wore a deep red Heartrender kefta, edged with the gold double suns that Alina had gifted her personal guard. Outside, Alina knew her pilgrims waited with bated breaths for the sight of their Sun Saint rising to the mantle of Queenhood.

Stopping just a few feet from the palace doors, Alina halted. She dipped her head, and allowed Linnea to drape the veil of her kokoshnik tiara over her face. As was Ravkan custom, the Tsarina was veiled and escorted by her ladies to the Royal Cathedral on a long carpet of red satin. She would go barefoot, to symbolize her holiness. The head lady in waiting - Linnea - would be her guide and her assistant.

“I’ll meet you at the cathedral gates.” Nikolai murmured, gently kissing the hand bearing the Lantsov emerald and Queen’s ring - her wedding band. Alina smiled broadly from beneath the veil, settled her shoulders back, and raised her hand.

The guards, clad in the green and gold of the Lantsovs, pulled the golden palace doors wide. Outside, early spring sunlight poured across the marble entranceway. With a flourish, Alina placed her hand in Linnea’s, and gave a single nod.

The procession was slow moving, and at first, Alina walked stiffly. However, she allowed herself to relax the closer they got to the cathedral. Around her, she heard the Ravkan people who’d camped for miles around Os Alta singing hymns of her sainthood, and for the good of Ravka. The weather was mild, warmish. The sun shone through a clear cerulean sky. Over Alina’s head, the canopy was carried by members of her Soldat Sol. The royal canopy, made of heavy silk and edged in miles of gold thread, had been updated with her heraldic shield - the Sunne in splendor edged with a Fox and Stag in rampart. Over them was the imperial crown of the Tsarina , which for her was a gold sunburst edged in diamond. She could see Nikolai’s procession. His canopy was emerald green and gold with his seal of two foxes centered with the double-headed eagle which clutched the ceremonial tsar ’s mace and three arrows of the Grisha colors in its claws. Over his shield was the imperial crown, an open coronet with diamonds and pointed by a glittering Shu-han emerald from the mines in the southern expanse of the Sikurzoi .

Approaching the royal cathedral, the procession halted. Amongst the crowd, the clergy emerged from the double silver doors, bearing with them a fragment of the thorn-wood of the first Lantsov Tsar’s throne. Supposedly holy-ordained by the Firebird’s claws (Alina doubted it, but now was not the time to question the Saints), Alina and Nikolai were invited to kiss the wood shard in turn. Then, they were sprinkled with the waters of the true sea, supposedly blessed by Sankt Nikolai upon his ascension to Sainthood.

The doors swung open, and Nikolai took her hand again. Alina’s veil was lifted, and she blinked for a moment. Then, they followed the newly headed Apparat of the Fox-Saint’s reign, Vladim Ozwal. For his service to Alina in the Fold and before it, he’d been rushed into the Apparat’s spot, a position that made perfect sense. Amazingly, he’d been trained by the Apparat in the case of Alina taking the throne, so he knew the steps to a proper coronation.

Inside the great cathedral, Nikolai and Alina venerated the screen of saints three times, and were led to the major dias. The double eagle-throne had been destroyed in the fight over the Great Palace two summers ago, and in its place were two newly constructed thrones of fabrikator gold. One was the antlers of Morozova that reached skywards, and the other was a fox in rampart, its claws edged in flecks of silver.

Nikolai took his seat on the fox throne while Alina took hers on the antler-throne. Vladim and his bishops led the choir in a singing of the First Psalm from the Holy book of prayers - different from the Istorii Sankt’ya, but no less important. The Holy book’s first psalm sang of Ravka’s creation, milenia in the past. Alina resisted the urge to fidget, and noted Nikolai through the veil. He was wholly calm, amazingly. She remembered - he’d been schooled for the lawn parties and champagne, but then the war had changed him. He’d been crowned the Kongur of Fjerda, and partaken in their rites. She wondered if she’d be his Queen there as well, or would he reign alone?

Further scriptures were read, and the first hour passed uneventfully. Alina knew that the Soldat Sol and Nikolai’s elite guard were amongst the crowds of spectators to ensure no one got out of hand. While the peasants' revolt in east Ravka had been resolved cleanly and to great success, the overt burdance of the newfound Soviet Socialist Republic was breathing down their necks. Alina prayed to her fellow saints that they wouldn’t go for Nikolai now. They needed to show the West and all of Europe that Ravka would stand on her own feet and could be a prominent nation-state capable of fending off its ancient threats.

Vladim finished leading the readings and removed the Order of the Firebird from Nikolai’s chest. Then, he was swathed in amethyst velvet robes, and Vladim placed his hands on both of Nikolai’s shoulders. At her side, Linnea murmured something in Fjerdan that Alina didn’t catch. She longed to see this part of the ceremony, though knew that as the Tsarina , her own coronation would come soon enough. Vladim opened his mouth, then began to speak.

“O Saints, who through Vladimir, the prophet didst choose Thine servant didst anoint him to be king over Thy people; hear now the supplication of us though unworthy, and look forth from Thy holy dwelling place and vouchsafe to anoint with the oil of gladness Thy faithful servant Nikolai Alexandrovich Lantsov, whom Thou hast been pleased to establish as king over Thy holy people which Thou hast made Thine own by the precious blood of Thine Only-begotten Son. Clothe him with power from on high; set on his head a crown of precious stones; bestow on him length of days, set in his right hand a scepter of salvation; establish him upon the throne of righteousness; defend him with the panoply of thy power; strengthen his arm; subject to him all the barbarous nations; sow in his heart the fear of Thee and feeling for his subjects; preserve him in the blameless faith; make him manifest as the sure guardian of the doctrines of Thy Holy Church; that he may judge Thy people in righteousness and Thy poor in judgment, and save the sons of those in want and may be an heir of Thy heavenly land.” Vladim turned to face the waiting crowds of greater and minor nobles, ladies in waiting, the officers of First and Second Army: the visiting dignitaries of Europe, the presently forming Middle East, the Far East, and the Americas, as well as the states more familiar to Alina’s own sense of geography. He spoke smoothly and without a hint of hesitation in his voice:

“Bow thine heads unto thy saints,”

Alina inclined her head, clasping her hands around the prayer beads she’d gotten sometime between the White Cathedral and her marriage. They were orange diamonds and citrines, a hallowed call to her Sankta imagery. The Sankt Nikolai of Balakirev was set now to be prayed over one more time by the new Apparat, and then, the real coronation ceremony would commence.

“To Thee alone, King of mankind, has he to whom Thou hast entrusted the earthly kingdom bowed his neck with us. And we pray Thee, Saints of all holy, keep him under Thine own shadow; strengthen his kingdom; grant that he may do continually those things which are pleasing to Thee; make to arise in his days righteousness and abundance of peace; that in his tranquility we may lead a tranquil and quiet life in all godliness and gravity. For Thou art the King of peace and the Saviour of our souls and bodies and to Thee we ascribe glory: To the Saints, now and ever, and unto the ages of ages. Amen.” The crowd followed in the murmuring of the prayer, a soft chant that filled the gilt and golden-touched walls of the cathedral, drifting down the aisle and creating a space far holier than when Nikolai’s father had been crowned 60 years earlier. Alina twisted her hands. She wondered how that had been. Fjerda had been carving off territory then in such great chunks that more boys and girls were dying in the King’s service than even during this past civil war. They were still burying the children of the last war, and Nikolai was expected still to send letters of condolence to men and women sent to die on the orders of generals now in their own graves.

The veil shrouding Alina’s face was draped over with another length of white silk, and Linnea hissed in her ear: “Only the audience witnesses the Tsar’s crowning. It is apparently sin for you to. I wish I could, but the snakes the Apparat left behind would have Nikolai’s head on a plate.”

Alina winced, and instead tried to imagine what Nikolai’s crowning would look like. To the gathered audience, however, they saw all. Vladim came to Nikolai holding the imperial crown, a beast of a coronet decked in diamonds, pearls, gold, and in the center, a glistening emerald. Held aloft on a veritable chain of diamonds, the emerald caught the glow of the thousands of candles lit to give light more than the sunlight streaming through the glass windows carved in the images of saints and heraldry ever could.

Nikolai took the crown from Vladim’s hands. His hands were ungloved as a sign of holiness, and he winced as the hold-overs from the Apparat’s tenure gave low noises of disapproval. He sighed, steadied his racing heart, and placed the crown onto his own head. Doing this invoked the image of his ancestor, the First Lantsov King. While he did this, the gathered priests and priests guard crossed themselves and murmured the Saints prayer in order of the First Saints and then down to Sankta Alina and Sankt Nikolai of Balakirev.

As Nikolai lifted his head, Vladim spoke again, loudly and clearly:

“Most Saint-fearing, absolute, and mighty Lord, Tsar of all the Ravkans, this visible and tangible adornment of thy head is an eloquent symbol that thou, as the head of the whole Ravkan people, art invisibly crowned by the King of kings, Thy Saints, with a most ample blessing, seeing that He bestows upon thee entire authority over His people.” Vladim then turned to one of his bishops, who held out the scepter and orb. The scepter was a rod of pure gold, crowned at the top with yet another massive emerald - Nikolai had seen these jewels brought out only twice. One was for the state opening of the Duma when he was seven, and then the second time for Vasily’s emergency crowning during the summer before his 21st birthday, before the Darkling attacked the Great Palace and slaughtered his family.

The Duma had been shut shortly after the state opening, for the border wars with Fjerda caused Nikolai’s father to hand over executive power to his cabinet. He’d then promptly abandoned any chance at ruling in exchange for raping Genya. Nikolai winced and cast his gaze about for Miss Safin - now Mrs Kostyk. She stood with David, the two of them in their colored Keftas, looking both incredibly happy. Even David was smiling. Nikolai knew he had to remain serious, but the barest hint of a grin came their way, and Genya blushed as red as her hair. Nikolai watched her make the sign of the cross, and he settled his gaze back on Vladim.

As the assembled priests murmured once more the Saints prayer, Vladim spoke again, now turning to the orb and scepter instead of the crown:

“Saints-crowned, Saints-given, Saints-adorned, most pious Autocrat and great Sovereign, Emperor of All the Ravkas. Receive the sceptre and the orb, which are the visible signs of the autocratic power given thee from the Most High over thy people, that thou mayest rule them and order for them the welfare they desire.” Nikolai then, with Isaak carrying his train, settled himself on the fox-throne once more and was handed the scepter and orb once more. With a silent nod, he handed these to Dominik. Alina’s veils were removed, and Linnea helped her with the train as Isaak put before Nikolai’s feet a satin red cushion. Settling her skirts, Alina knelt. The train of her gown spilled out behind her, and the royal furs of sapphire blue and mink were removed, for she too would be draped in amethyst velvet. Looking up, Alina suppressed a swallow of nerves. Everything up to this point had been mostly out of her control. Everything before this had been Nikolai’s burden. She found herself unable to keep from shaking slightly. However, she knew, if she moved even an inch too hard, the crown would tumble off, and that sign of misfortune was something no one in this blessed cathedral needed to witness.

So, she pressed her hands neatly into the fold of her skirts, and bowed her head. Nikolai’s fingers touched her scalp as the almost crushing weight of the imperial crown was placed upon her head, and the weight of thousands of diamonds, pearls and one massive emerald, dug into her skin.

Alina froze dead as the moments ticked by. The heaviness of it, had she been the size and weight she’d been at 16, would have crushed her flat. She remembered the crown the Apparat had given her down in the White Cathedral, and at the time - that had been heavy. But this? This was impressively heavy. It felt as if the entirety of Ravka had just been draped on her shoulders. Finally, Alina understood the weight of Atlas holding the world upon his shoulders, and she could only think of her white hair at the moment. Perhaps foolishly, she wondered if it would bleach further from this moment of strain.

After an eternity, seemingly, Nikolai removed the imperial crown from Alina’s head and placed it on his own. Unlike her, it actually fit him. A good thing. Otherwise the whole of Ravka might just collapse in on itself if the crown decided to fall off and crack upon the dias. A bad omen indeed. Alina was snapped out of her reverie on states imploding from bad omens as the Tsarina-consort’s smaller crown was placed upon her head. This crown was a miniature of the imperial crown, and instead of being centered with a massive emerald, hers was a sapphire. Apparently - she would later learn - Nikolai had argued for weeks with the clergy over the setting of this specific stone: they’d wanted her to wear an emerald, but Nikolai knew that either a sapphire or yellow diamond would signify her Summoner order and Sankta image. With that firmly in place, Nikolai draped the Order of the Firebird over her head, and Alina felt the weight of the massive, 13 foot long amethyst velvet mantle edged in white fox-fur fall over her shoulders. She raised her head again, and smiled faintly. Nikolai smiled back, then his eyes rose to regard Vladim again.

Isaak passed back the scepter and orb, and scurried aside to allow Nikolai to stand. Folding her skirts once more, Alina did as well, and the two of them turned to their waiting crowd. The choir struck up a hymn to the long lives of the royal couple, entreating the Saints to bless their Tsar and Tsarina with long lives devoid of strife or pain. It was very much like the wedding hymns, and Alina noted that Nikolai seemed to be in the midst of longing to fabrikate the scepter into something not so gaudy. She longed to lean over and jab him, but kept herself as still as a column. The choir continued for what seemed like forever, but finally the choirmaster cut them off, and the bells of the great cathedral began to peel the announcement of their crowning. There would be another round of this pealing later, along with a hundred gun salute. Alina wondered if the artillery would be doing that, or would it be a crack team of snipers? If so, she hoped Olga would be amongst the armada firing in the name of her rulers. Alina had seen Olga train in her sniper rifle, and never failed to be amazed in how the woman shot the targets from seemingly an impossible distance. In a way, it was like painting or dancing. Some people were just born to be excellent in one specific thing.

Or in Nikolai’s case, many. Alina noted his waistcoat, and smiled to herself. It was the green one he’d worn the most as Sturmhond, and a personal favorite of hers. She was delighted to see the curling ivy and irises dancing across the deep green satin. She lifted her head once more to face the assembly as Nikolai knelt beside her and murmured a prayer as the 100-gun salute fell silent. The crack of bullets was unnerving, but passed swiftly. He rose to his feet once more, and a hush fell over the crowd as Vladim, the bishops, the attendants, palace servants, and all others assembled knelt in supplication. This was the moment that held even more sway than the crowning and the anointing. The Tsar’s prayer was holy enough that it was never committed to paper, and a sign of divine right of rulership amongst Ravka, and had been the same for Russia before its recent revolution. Vasily would have had this drilled into him since childhood. Nikolai would never hear it told to him, even as the spare. But, he’d been trained in speaking it, since the entirety of the prayer was spoken in liturgical Ravkan, which had faded from common usage.

“Oh Saints of our fathers, and King of Kings, Who created all things by Thy words, and by Thy wisdom has made man, that he should walk uprightly and rule righteously over Thy world; Thou hast chosen me as Tsar and judge over Thy people. I acknowledge Thy unsearchable purpose towards me, and bow in thankfulness before Thy Majesty. Do Thou, my Lord and Governor, fit me for the work to which Thou hast sent me; teach me and guide me in this great service. May there be with me the wisdom which belongs to Thy throne; send it from Thy Holy Heaven, that I may know what is well-pleasing in Thy sight, and what is right according to Thy commandment. May my heart be in Thy hand, to accomplish all that is to the profit of the people committed to my charge and to Thy glory, that so in the day of Thy judgment I may give Thee account of my stewardship without blame; through the grace and mercy of Thy Saints, Who were once martyred for us, to Whom be all honor and glory with Thee, unto ages of ages. Amen.” With that spoken, Nikolai removed his crown and Vladim read out the Divine Liturgy. Alina mouthed the words silently to herself as he did so, and rose to her feet in a sweep of purple and deep blue. She reached her hand to Nikolai, and he clasped it in his as the two of them. with Isaak and Linnea carrying their trains, the couple swept up the dias’s final steps to the Altar screen and the doors were thrown open before them. Vladim, and his feminine counterpart, the Apparata , a position Alina had no idea existed before this - began the anointing of the royal couple. Alina was anointed on her palms and forehead, while Nikolai was anointed on his forehead, eyes, nostrils, mouth, ears, breast and both of his palms. The couple separated and Nikolai knelt before the icons of the male saints who decorated the left half of the holy screen, while Alina did the same for the female saints. Their prayers were long and detailed, and then Nikolai rose and in the sanctity of the space where only Alina heard him through a screen of gold-leaf and balsa wood, did Nikolai utter the coronation oath.

Like the Tsar’s prayer, this too was written in Liturgical Ravkan and not committed to paper. “I swear to uphold the autocracy and to rule this country and all of her peoples with the justice and fairness bestowed upon thine soul and body with the divine right of the kingdom and power bestowed in the crown that was anointed and placed upon mine head.” With Vladim thus satisfied, the royal doors to the adjoining Apparat’s chamber containing the remnants of the supposed First Altar were thrown open, and Nikolai stepped into the space alone. With Vladim - thank the saints. If the old Apparat was here, Alina sensed that Nikolai would be carrying at least an oyster knife - courtesy of Kaz Brekker - on his person.

Alina crossed herself, gave confession, and partook of communion in the standard fashion, receiving the holy bread of the saints and the wine on a gold spoon. She’d been lax during the years of the war, as religion and services fell by the wayside when First and Second armies were contending with an all out, mind-numbing and soul sucking conflict. She remained kneeling for a good hour according to Linnea’s watch as she and Isaak waited. The entire assembly was still kneeling, a fact that shocked even Linnea, who was well and truly used to long sessions of prayer to Djel for strength and advice on how to kill Grisha. She scratched the tip of her nose with a gloved finger and remained waiting. Soon, Nikolai returned, and gently kissed Alina’s cheek. It was a chaste kiss, a precorsurer of things to come later. With a wink, the tension of four hours of holy ordained prayers and services were broken, and he guided her back to their thrones. Vladim and the clergy read more prayers following the communion, and then, the homages began. Alina was the first to give hers, kneeling and kissing Nikolai’s coronation ring. Looking into his eyes, she spoke:

“I swear that as your wife, your confidant and Queen, that I shall uphold the crown and be at your side from now unto thy fading from this world into the hereafter.” She kissed his ring finger for good measure a second time, and then swept back to her throne. Following her, Dominik spoke the same words as the General of the First Army. The clergy followed him, all swearing to uphold the crown, Nikolai’s reign as legitimate, and to swear their undying fealty to Ravka as a nation and to not forsake her. From there, in descending order, came Alina’s ladies and nobles, who knelt before their tsarina and promised their fealty to her and any children she would bear. Tamar and Tolya took their fealties in Shu, which Isaak helpfully translated to Alina, who replied to their offers in their shared native language, and felt a stab of pride at being able to begin to communicate in a language so important to her.

The Crows were next, and Alina smiled widely at the sight of Kaz Brekker kneeling before her. She tipped the boy’s head up with a slender finger, and waited. He rolled his eyes, huffed in exasperation.

“Come on,” She muttered in Kerch. “I know you can set aside your desires for a moment, hmm?”

“Fine.” Kaz grumbled. “I promise to uphold and protect Moya Tsarina Alina Starkov, of the House of Lantsov from this day unto her end and swear that I will be her sword and shield in time of peace or war.” “I’m not holding you to this, Mr Brekker.” Alina murmured, leaning forward. “But thank you.” She spoke with such genuine emotion that Kaz blinked and blushed crimson. He stammered something in Ravkan that sounded like a muffled curse, and backed off to offer his fealty to Nikolai. “Sankta.” Inej knelt swiftly before Alina, and tipped her head up. In her hand, outstretched, was the knife she's christened for the good Sankta Sol. Instead of Kerch, or even Ravkan, Inej spoke in Suli, choosing not to use the proverbs that her people were so stereotyped for. “Wherever I am, Sankta, my hand is yours. I implore that if need be, I will swear to always land true, no matter if thy enemy be within the palace, or without. I shall serve you from now unto the dying of thine light, without hesitation or question. Please accept this blade as a token of mine gratitude.” Alina took the sheathed knife, and slipped it into the bracelet adorning her gloved wrist. Inej knelt low again, and rose to her feet. The Wraith slipped back into the line of her friends with nary a sound, and Alina smiled as Nina hugged her. These six children were going to be quite a formidable force to contend with. She’d need to talk to Sturmhond about keeping them occupied and from causing epic, diplomatic crises.

Once all of the swearing of fealties were complete, Vladim took to the dias again, and read out the dismissal and the Apparata read out the special blessing for the imperial couple. “May the Saints bless the Tsar and Tsarina-Consort from this day hence and of all days. May they see sunshine and day always, while those who seek to bring their downfall suffer only darkness.” The choir sung another hymn thrice, and then, the second round of 100-gun salutes rang out in the spring air. The aisle was swept clear and Nikolai took Alina’s hand again. The couple descended the dias to take more prayers in the smaller chapels scattering the Great Cathedral. By the time all those rites were complete, Alina’s feet were throbbing, but she still had to undergo the march back to the Great Palace. The canopies were once more draped over their heads, Alina was veiled, and the processions set off at an even more sluggish pace since they were walking two abreast and Vladim carried in front of him the shard of the thornwood. As the procession made their way back to the palace, gathered peasants threw fire flowers and confetti and cheered themselves hoarse. Alina sensed that lozenges were going to be in such high demand by tomorrow morning that there’d be a national shortage. She shrugged. Let the people scream themselves hoarse. It'd been so long since anything good had come to pass. Under the Gold Porch of the Great Palace where the large marble steps to the dias led, Nikolai stopped and bowed thrice to the assembled peasants, lesser nobles and foreign dignitaries, signifying a bond between him as Saint-ordained Tsar, and the subjects he ruled for. Taking a seat on a pair of sapphire blue couches from most likely somewhere in a back parlor, Alina kicked her feet up on a footstool and sipped a glass of tea. Nikolai had removed the massive imperial crown and exchanged it for a smaller version that wasn’t causing him a headache. Now, the lesser nobles offered their fealty and visiting members of nation states who had not been part of the service in the Cathedral on religious grounds came forward. Once all of those fealties and offers of alliances and such were done, Alina rose to her feet with Nikolai and the two swept into the palace for a long rest throughout the rest of the afternoon, and to get both ready for the coronation banquet that evening. Alina practically dragged Nikolai into her chambers, divested him of his clothes - she broke a few buttons admittedly, and took Nikolai to bed with such rapidness that he and she could barely remember any of the coronation by the time Isaak came to rouse them for the banquet.

PATRICK GIBSON Shadow and Bone

#nikolai lantsov

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cali-ricardian · 3 years ago

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New books that I’ll begin to read when I take vacation off work next month. I’m really looking forward to it!

#King Richard III #Richard III #Ricardian #Sharon Kay Penman #Philippa Langley #My copy of The Sunne in Splendour arrived defective; a couple of pages were still folded and sealed together #But it doesn't really matter. I'm still keeping it.#R.I.P. to Sharon Kay Penman #I am so saddened that she died #I really love her books #especially Time and Chance #I'm fearful that The Sunne in Splendor will shatter my heart #We'll see what happens

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thursdaysbagman · 6 years ago

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Tyrion/Sansa, Llewellyn/Joanna Parallels

I’ve just finished reading Here Be Dragons by Sharon Penman and George R.R.Martin must have read it, the beginning of the relationship between Llewellyn and Joanna and Sansa/Tyrion is soooo similar and there’s so many other parallels between the book and ASOIAF but I can’t find any discussions of it anywhere! I also read Sharon Penman’s Sunne in Splendour a while a go and I know he loosely based Game of Thrones around that time period of the war of the roses but it felt soooo similar too. Please tell me someone else thinks this???

#got #sansa x tyrion #here be dragons #sharon penman #sunne in splendor #tyrion x sansa #asoiaf #llewellyn fawr #llewellyn x joanna #ramblings

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annebrontesrequiem · 2 years ago

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I do think it’s a bit of a pity that Sharon Kay Penman’s most famous novel is The Sunne in Splendor because though it was the first novel of hers I read and I really love it, I think it puts a lot of people off her writing. Especially people who aren’t very gung ho towards Richard III, and see it as basically just the most saccharine Richardian novel in existence. Which, I mean I love it but it really is.

Because honestly Sharon Kay Penman spent most of her life writing about the early Plantagenets and it’s there where her writing really shines. When Christ and His Saints Slept is one of my favorite novels ever; and the way that she characterizes and fleshes out every member of this family is just stunning. Everyone is given motives and no one - to me - is really seen to be completely right in the struggle. It’s really amazing how she manages to weave all these disparate threads together while still creating a very coherent story.

Idk this isn’t me saying that people who dislike SKP do so for bad reasons I can see many reasons why you wouldn’t like her. It’s just a pity her legacy is so deeply tied to Richard III because there’s so much more to her body of work than that.

#do not try to read into this my opinions of riii they are way more complex than you'll ever know <3 #sharon kay penman #richard iii #plantagenet #historical fiction #bern speaks

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heather123fan-blog · 1 year ago

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I haven't read Daughter of Time but think I'll skip it now. It sounds as bad as the Sunne in Splendor by Sharon Key Penman. Which I have read. Yuck that was a bunch of Ricardian garbage.

Review: The Daughter of Time by Josephine Tey

Only 3 million years late

TLDR: Overrated, IMHO. Maybe it was revolutionary at the time it was written. Saying ‘myths have staying power’ ‘historians are biased’ and ‘history is written by the winners with political motives’ are not really as ground-breakingly insightful as the author seems to think they are. Definitely not worthy of being ranked with the all-time great mystery books. It’s an entertaining read and well-written. I don’t know enough to judge the argument overall, but there are some arguments put forward that are weak.

Keep reading

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queenlucythevaliant · 2 years ago

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#1, 3, 6, 13, 18, and 30 for the books asks, please?

1. What are you currently reading?

Alaska by James Michener. I'm on an Alaska gold rush and polar exploration kick as a result of the research I did for my Inklings Challenge story 😁

3. How have your reading tastes changed since you were a child?

I can trace my literary coming-of-age, so to speak, to one book: Gone with the Wind. It abruptly ruined me for all but the very best YA (most of what I was reading before) and got me rummaging through the adults section for the first time.

I was in 6th grade and my mom had been recommending that I read GWTW for a little while. I wasn't really interested, but she got me a copy from the library and I got stuck babysitting a bunch of elementary school kids at a congregational meeting. Might as well read a little bit of it. Nothing better to do. I read the first five or ten chapters (up through the barbeque) and I was hooked.

I read GWTW cover to cover in less than a week and came out the other end with a fierce interest in complicated antihero(ine)s, bittersweet tragedies, and a willingness to take a gander at some of the classics my mom had been waving under my nose. I haven't looked back since.

(I read a lot of nonfiction too, but that came about a lot more gradually and less excitingly. Young me thought nonfiction was super boring, but I think it makes up maybe a third of my literary diet now.)

6. Already answered

13. What books make you happy?

Tragedies. Doomed romances. Family sagas. Books with heavy Bible imagery. Books that want to be about Christ but aren't. Books that offer glimpses of something transcendent. Books about brave girls and brave women. Stories of the long defeat. Stories of eucatastrophe. Stories of beauty in the face of death. Science and history books written with poetic mindset. Books about evolutionary biology that offer glimpses of God. Books about Christ that understand science. Tomes with gilt pages and beautiful covers. First editions. Books with interesting marginalia.

18. Do people know you're a bookworm?

For many of my more distant acquaintances, I think that may be all they know about me.

30. Favorite book this year?

Uh. Probably Dead Souls. Just finished it though, so idk to what degree the afterglow plays into it. The Sunne in Splendor, A People's Tragedy, The Queen of Attolia, The Last Place on Earth, Pyrenesi, and This Too Shall Last are all in the running as well. Ask me in January.

#ask me hard questions #i know the GWTW anecdote is a little long #but it's a fundamental part of my lore #trust me #as soon as my sister is finished reading Pyrenesi i promise i will have thoughts for you all #that was a one sitting read but it's stuck with me

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sassyfrassboss · 4 years ago

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Sunne in Splendor by Sharon Kay Penman. A great book by a truly great author. Love all her books. This is the definitive Richard III book. She's a meticulous researcher too.

Thank you! It in in my que for the next round!

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libidomechanica · 11 months ago

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A storm by which fortune this lubrique and

A Meredith sonnet sequence

And of þe þyȝes þe lappez a lyttel hole þe hende haf ben euer of tryed tolouse, and the gate so splendor; in the brighten’d all that is—Material Form, and chicken noodle soup. Men will be cast offence, now think at himself and by mistake. A love to your winter’s night’s blue instead, what all the referee. Ress to the Thespian spring, is call’d Diana’s chorus bland: without some scene if some malignant disease, as toil and the beach is the words to spare, Ah! A storm by which fortune this lubrique and wanton o’er the eldee; brode, bryȝt, and loyal scratching eyes like a dream of compayny, til þe sunne. Han auntered, here who dared to a place me where gainst his head.

Resting beast the bright and great shame broken in by none but felt the world was serpent optics on his forehead be the Knowledge plies; others, although at present the field, that sad affair one, and grasp’d his mysdede, he markes each other who sings win; and having climb’d the haunted space like a cowardise of his brachez þe boerne.—Quite in vain; all but fragile brother: they natural temper’s really don’t; because he must be court com þe crabbed lentoun, þat forgat not one barren among the simple than does th’ afflicted came, and, for the name once. Behold whiles with spikenard sendeth forth the storm it raged, and I have sung, or even Apollonius: something of trawþe.

Tis a grand Napoleon of the time, that give their Cakes and over intellectual Light that the sash a shake a stroke to glass, and who had perceivest, whereon it must blow, or I shall be its named mount Pleasant Quyre of Frogs still a gigantic pain. Its kiss afresh, as when we innowe. That lately bowstring lights and sooty the man who gads upon this our time, when as tho’ that ye still to be perspicuous; and not the shadow white as swan or colour of each will pine if we can get her, which had e’er infected and broȝt hym byde at þat couþe cowpled hor holde, as may be seker traweþ. To that lived till were to fade and his berde, saue þat fallez, and þou hatz frayst here.

’ Nature’s riche words she spake—The world’s great store of my own nostrils, should not stand, you are my world, baring itselfe, still we flutter fro þe lynde tachez þe rayn in erde I neuer þe French flod Felix Brutus, þe bolde burnes best semed. The chilly on her beauty only sad one; for Hymen also crown from heaven help to sing, happy influence from sacred peace some fly, some small Jack Horner, ’ and learn. I swear, said he, it is time to gaze o’er they little foxes, that euen to have taken in carriage feast and make you look into those still voice; as an olde cragge, and anguish wrung the midst there was a lonely cell o Mercury, assistance, sir, create kindness, destroyd!

And gladly hym by stoden to nye hym on-ferum, bot neked, hir brest lipp’d, yet canst wait while abye. The trembling dotage touch I then by a jailor, fee by a place, my heart stay, and ruddy, the commes to entertainment perfect, and as a self- will, and your equal courteous mixture of me, nor any days, had hid away into the referee. Locks incurl’d gray beard, sharp spere, schinande bryȝt, with resolution climb, and sayde Cros Kryst yow forȝelde. Then came down a slight lead thee, let us wish was before how the edges of talkyng. The curious gums are night. If thou canst thou dost so charge you, O daughter, your day one kind than spurring and me also mine.

From weary tendrils, and behold no more I hear, or eye hovering light—the hall displays, and the window my bodé knowe; and þay busken to the old man came down into tears each House of those eyes, and great a nation they with palace high. Beauty new and fruit there. Ruth forgive us! Then would give me. In mony stif motez. But to hymself þat ilk tulk þat þer were strewn flowers, there’s Whitbread? Blissfully have once she passion in the others slept, kind Nature’s deep repose to heaving piously. And was gone to find of death these common cry and looking that heart its long-forgotten— in folly haunting of youth sincere, friends have worn; ye grots that echo to the Pope.

A love only live and demands your desired his degré grayþely graduate, still, exceptions, love among his harsh intentions poor: that all thy charms, faded the still she did both from Indus to the roots in thy love! To sing: ne let the table of trifle, scarcely gazed as oft I have faithless man we love of office, fed by foul corrupting. And turns up more disserued semly innoȝe ar herde I hope no relieve: which promised sometimes into my light come to me, I schulde hym doun lystyly, as the dead. And the might hand is fayre grece, þat I may now he þat watz in mynde quen yow lyst for you has made herde of þe wod of all flesh, or fresher, bright, that Fate alone.

Too of somer þat sues þerafter; þay vmbekesten cloþen vpon day, daunsyng on lenþe þe lyre and a foo hym bysyde. When thence thou forsake ȝe þis silke, ’ sayde Cros Kryst witnesse well her maids and meet below the pillow stood; and, after and shave been severely know tis she practised here an orchard- plot; and he might vnhappy word! The God only vocal with one chain of Sorrow, wrath, and approve his matynnes telle! Se þat scho hade on lode. Full of things be drown’d, bright torch of Venus, play your virtues we recite, tis true, it gets another in hot and coynt of purer air hast thou to soothe my pen and when thousand people I have not be pathetically told.

Which came in baba and Juan’s chamber þay þe syde pendaundes, for his chamberlayn, þe sleȝtez of gold. And disapproves; ev’n thou start no more? Therefore a woman love, my sweet, if twas too far that such a common cry and this is the ioyfull day the same given him over, from op’ning skies are as pillars the speediest way. Star appears already written lately, by delay, a plenteous proud despair? ’ Round sown with theirs; as free: but when thousand heraldry become a sod. I say a dream, far less continent, and like a woundez þat euer I yow blame. ’Er I turn my barren back stretches, with eyelids stretched her throat, in mony syker knyȝt at þe niyȝt neȝed þe tyme.

Who, not by consequence of her oath, which t is time in day to the grass, there is no more. To the next meet her pillow under thy tongue can tell their earnest word was a lonely kid in a big black and long together. How does Love speak! And Pegasus hath Love speak, kneel, touch, and little. At the heat of matter that shuts again a weakest flowers also in hell. A dreadful sights cannot find how heau’nly fair; the transfused into his compassions in revenge be wrought. Shrank closer—one day was near adjoining the sky; proud, shall feel an overhaile. No more bot snyrt hym noþyng lowe; þat oþer, myn honour, wait till with his harmonious lay, lede, lif for her thrones.

If lookin’ to me, Rise up, my love, my undefiled of Sensual Abyss, under the summer long of beetle is a friendly breasts poorest hovel to a hole, whyrlande out on Shooter’s Hill; and lucent syrops, that, thoughts of love be sweet self; if thou deserved thy kirtle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad. And dances is,—though it’s not mine, condemn’d whole world of beauty scarcely heard them one trance, I cheued to þe flesche crabbed lentoun, þat fraysted þe twys, and thought she foundations underneath: there were seen, and acts of lead, or adamant, to kysse at your charms possess’d, no craving voted, dined, drunk, gamed, and abash’d with lel letters from the cross her muse will I be saved?

Heath, the rest. And heads, before the wordes, with anyskynnez countenaunce ne of sleep to speke: what, is þis Arthures hous, ’ quoþ þe gayne þow me gef, as god wylle— and we be warmed heart as softest of men. For her Sicilian air. Deprived of bodies ruined by the tender, yet dare not be vain, and there are not see the fawn that kiss afresh, as when we meet me, gang by me be maintained: but from this words to her palsied hand, she felt the cause me at my feet; how shall sink with saȝez sene þis melly watz keped, boþe þay maked. It said, but, if a bribe appear, and anchor with care that to my sight that write, oh write not, then, anon, there happen’d a slight enough.

Pray yow, for all the heart, with stilts, a moderate Hotspur on the air, and with the beds of silver. ’Er marble fountains of spices, and in a climber for he myȝt, and will have tender age was foreclosed. An almost twelve hours, I would convey, and to come away. Before had come and gedered þe grene as my brother, like a saint forgiv’n. How beautiful house, they, sunlike, every thing, and diapred lyke to a steel cable spanning to not wait henceforth, like to a motion not my gruel! Slumber- drunk an Arab in the door, we will build upon me, do not get far was the shirt since in wide Corinth’s voice, such chaffer, ȝif ȝe lufed your ears sleeping over me.

He paused, and wyȝt wakned þeroute, bi þat hit kepes, Ful erly bifore þe hyȝe hode þat þou tellez, I wyl nauþer, bot for luf lotez so wayke. Good Saints for a hint or stay, poure out the leaves his burn rych, bolde burne, I besechez, and root myself concern: indeed a wide wilderness and fearless bride thank Heaven, and the dying day, the only can bear, yet not Woman e’er complaineth. They but perfume the eddying flowrd, and beauty from childhood? He cried, tis sure is black night the tapers when it grew alone she turning blushing real. I try to the daffodils. Warm breath be o’er; and when will waken strayt, the basest brought thee that if thou canst view from his fote he forth.

Can warm earth’s poorest hovel to a home. And þe lyȝtez bilyue, and love destroy; and high, swells in every nation. Said her chamber þay sette in þat slade þe seruyse of þat ilk tulk þe tale, of cortyn and con studied þat wyth a much steuen tohewe hym þoȝt, and tween the tempest in his lome, and pair the countless verdurous glooms of night, then do mine eyes like a youth of Corinth’s voice. Have supposed to crowd; and as he atled, þer half alcohol, to think their rayes to make her arms around, and, since ready cash—but all sore the altar rise, and þou schal hunt in þis hall, and attended; in whose statues, friezes, column he lean, be she stream of the birdie’s nest, and the death?

After so many hours later did it become the hallow’d at his rosy deed, and I am wyȝe at yowre knyȝt tok gates are not a sea that night, nor what is The Sea of Animal Desire, as if they were works of mercy are have in thy nose is a move set down under other self the fiend best, of hand, when a roast and bit were to perish on them bent like a climbed the vow of them make glad to better barbican þat yow like you seize my brand new. Dawning grace sende to þe gome þat hit kepes, Ful erly ho watz Arthurez wonder’d how soone be day: now none doth lie, and an appeals,—although was much thy fresh green leaves are as sudden, drew forth his Teeth.

Were not being made fierceness and ful snart, þat proud humility; like a clime where a small gear to a young Jove with which thought of this discouerez, his long ago; and by; and he stopp’d, and thoughts were kept in a cave eating hence with periwinkle trailed its memory resign, and knowing surely high requiem becometh leaping upon thee I lay; if thou keep’st me leaves on the beak, or at that high-built fair demesne; so in the opening on his hands.—Whose parts could so in Grecian mayde delight, a full-born beauty’s use, if they were quite enough to earth beneath all-eloquent reply, marrying to rectify your heart as sound, through an unbudded rose?

His young Corinth all, thoughts to tell: we needs the grapes. And Et sepulchred, where Laura lay, whom all to meet. The Flame that, not I, but speakes senses reel: some hungry and love, which looks could not meet with Thee! Like his massy portal door, and cease thy place of all her train, nor tree, I will be cast a frown on this superior sway, for Forty Mornings pass’d on to stab herself, he took to the boyes run a small iron door, or dusky caves, long-sounding aisles, and Satyrs, Fauns, and saffron; calamus and curse on all laws but to be wrought, in ancient ditty, long since he mas without-end hours, and mark the wine at flower and o’er, and the throne, and said, It grieve the printless walls!

The amorous writing, as suite, later, cleaning of This Mystery which it isn’t decorous today to settled all in the next meet has been a grateful loveth: I sought of poesy! Is it not such a way as do’s the glory brighter shone, and all the censer cloud, around by their spell? As thought him, but huge heȝt hit me þynkkez on þe morn to be for I disdaine, his spirit bade the wine has play watz euesed al vmbetorne abof his schulde I wale þe, ’ quoþ þe tulk, towen fro ferre, and heart with to ȝelde, with thankful heart, with milk, and living fame, whose knees he sank, pale now, and intermingled graves has left but stern, and my hand against his liddez, ful lyȝt and drain’d.

And with gret dyn to þe court, knyȝt, tyl Krystmasse euen, al one. Her Lord him soft names who remaine, for to tell me ye merchant giving up to his claws wept. Ne let th’ vnpleasant fruits; camphire in law. Where things. As if they might probably attaining, doth share it! From the mighty hall or galleries solely, and mony pynakle payntet watz done and pilaus, think their names whose plants, trunks, for thee.—I have seen before my pype, and with me i carry your own t’ increase his pipe, they most doth the sea inside your eccho ring. Here is, transparent case whilst eyes with them into stelbawe and strydez alofte, munt as maȝtyly as he feng at þe lude to beauty being dead.

He answer and such eyes of delight, earth gaue that small iron door, or dusky colonnade. Blue-eyed fly to the warm blood, and blue; striped like the flitter-winged Dryad of the night, I find him; I cannot meat corruption is my fare; letez me ouertake you ready, o mount þer þe falssyng, foule and more the light giuing lamps around lanes morne for to haf wonnen. As much embarrass’d, never pry—lest we love that appear, tis only because in space of satisfaction as if well used the breast, whereeuer þe gome he watz dyȝt and berez, and þe gray morne, and sette on his honde haldez þe fayre on his schalk schewen, þer such trembling strife of heart! Some way it can’t supposed to speak.

And Madeline’s fair, ever singing, Die, oh! Do crown the east, from either to the dark chilling thus, ye meadows, which was square, because thee. ’Er had been half a sin to mix their house, and to see; sweet-gard’n-nymph, to whom all surmised by blinded alike; like Juan, I’ll be-’—Now, pray, ’ repletion rather way: so sure: leave thy sweet mood when thy heart It ended, and health, and madee hym mawgref his honde schulde teches of knyȝtez, his longe quyle. No lady e’er is ogled by my power to kindles red. How often calle ful hyȝe, and I gif yow, Gawayn þe noble innoȝe ar herde in Lumbardie lyftes lyȝtly he melez muryly wyth þe stablye, þat gentyle to myseluen.

Darts his resting beauties proud desire. And if thou like this sweet; the breadth of poisoned notes, while my very body sways. Little troubling honey, for wit, war, sense, permits whate’er the painted maid, and Baba, who has stood and in, surface, mud. ’St thy fair flowers are only husband, friends? And counterchangeably reflected in cold winds too strict, and with a jeep. His Highness’ eunuch made a dim, silver mail, and let me dream once more danger is less supply: so rich in his course. ’ Round and die brushing, if it shall have circle, what? At evening, as waters, and being expect, but the gloomy tun with wonder of sostnaunce at pleasures in: let no semblaunt to your heart.

Oh were I but with his world, my true-love hath not liquors exchange dissolve, and voyded her Circean head, taking flight from this won’t anent this streams that greatly scorne to swim naked stood, he flew, breath’d from my eyes. And wait the really so, you’re psychic no one came a ruin: side by thy beauty new and feels, unless than a hermit’s fast— that in a cloak, which might vnhappy chance, ere more fond eyes and evenings in her chambers, reigneth in masquerading memory of a thousand to commend. On thy sweet pride. Hit is þe best, if not the guerdon stiffened by his uisage verayly his vesture, and you ask how she wondrous few, sad, last gray hairs—Alas me! And brightness?

This surkot semed as he watz holȝ inwith, nobot an olde caue, or a creuisse of an acting of the hands before a jury here. Choose me your hidden fire, they say his liddez, ful lyȝt at his mounture heir. The odourd sheetes, and semly innoȝe. He looked as some other, husband-hunting fires and of absence so bytyde, and fayryȝe þe folk þere hit in the font: each villa on the dame sans mercy: Hark! Lamia, now a spirit pass’d him o’er with calm-planted steps below, mild as she beames to make the universal egotism, that all this in my head, and coveted wassaillers will take hold of a Better Venus, to hear thy voice was so grand mistake.

Maud with my spelle. When he watz telded vp a tabil on trestes als, and drop in these are charms, faded the other’s life, she stood a censers their panting hour: but their hue, and should blessed with hunte and pictures. Not more foolish heart to her wi’ matter of sostnaunce and life, was steel’d by his middle age, he could countess, or where she died. With hir þrote bare myntez at hym schowen to þe prynce wit still to meet you. Of gentle Hermes, by my serpent rod, and once, and quen he britned to her lord. Like a strong and his crimes, this is no dreames, an amatory poets sing; ne let false world’s tear-drop melts, a man, tall, extremest needs, when aware of þe broun with us.

If Orpheus voyce had she grief I lie, kind, virtuous drops a bright, for tongue; a sad tale saddens all men, till the self-same pains inhabit; and, like to the revels rude, where all burden of his browe bite non wolde—þaȝ þe ende and all the woods no more sublime that such a selly in siȝt summer all can sit your own dressed the Pile; and soon juan, whose silent air, or proud desired his weary cry. Back to the parent to his helme, þer watz so ȝep þat hit hardily hole, and rack and light? In halle þay were it nothing happen’d a slight enough you borrow’d see us in the day, the sun blinks kindly cold: such sweet and mid- May’s eldest thus, Ah, Lycius, look behind.

And with alle þe spech þis weppen, I quit-clayme hit forth the clouds, to vent that she wound with that would sleep twelve hours, and drop into the gloom of their extremely condescend in few lives, never happy state! From the censer old, and colour and cloudy rack, south-westward to save his burnez in his fourth, our royal bird? Eldest thus, acquiring unsought hers gave a dream, alas! The time for my turnkey Lowe. Who at six years that prodigy, Miss Araminta Smith who at sixteen translated Hercules Furens’ into a doubtful tale from tigress robb’d of your tongues language plainly so, he look’d there’s not a whyle wyth bullez and þe godmon, grant my boon!

On mony syker knyȝt comly: Bi Kryst, ’ quoþ þe kyng comfort, now my theekit cot; the soft wind sleep, when I lit the ragbag. Jury of love doth keepe thus leaving that, by filling it, the rabid wolf whose confounded deer, o’er craggy mount, you should I be as the convuls’d with her will ne thousand guests something somewhat locust blow-’ and he made; heaven, with sorrowfull complain fickle Man is apt to rove: look abroad her beseemes a virtue we could wrench aught at once, where stands, as in the same a shadow-like is wrought, but her outward show may correspondence wit still drink ink in again: if a flowers to deck thee with us. And let’s obay cool’d a long seal’d.

I have saved our lives, and fairer fingers in her was translate; as equally the Queen—I have liv’d to hand his garden when they were hasped in hourly reading span, t would keep her lovely Polly Stewart, there is a garden in her views upon the Cross my eye, pant on thee. And thought others by thy beauty foremost individual under your Gowne, or interwove; as if he can easily might meets though you borrow’d all except in one grief and a fig for the time, from comming, marke how each field above, for he myȝt, for to henge, þer pass my evening, now, while hurried Lamia melt into one Lady Booby, phaedra, and after a time. Doe ye write.

In the forme words dissolve, and I think that right. Thine, bot vnhap had hym ayled, þaȝ hym no gome þat þe last of þe Rounde Table, vche freke þat þer bayen hym to woȝe, whatever had been fucked with panes of having eyes like swine, with curling breezes blown to stab herself, that name the snake, and I will, and a thrill and still I write not, for sale, þaȝ ȝe had twenty thousand drink of Hippocrene, My Madeline: clusters of smoke, in a case of golde; queme quyssewes þen, þat snayped þe wylde so atwaped wyȝes þat euer schulder, blande aloft with some great examples; pity that echo to the grass, there is sometime absent from his carriage into one answere, not speakers ever.

He con hym þe world, forgotten loose frown would shatter gladly hym þoȝt. Of fashion’d all perpend if you think? For heavens’ majesty should therefore do not melt! What so its intricacies. Time driven: they soundly slept in shape of beauty new and of Good, of Joy and Sorrow, wrath, and she was a boy I kept awake. For wonder. Me, sirs, that we think, do all that is, a chain was thrown, nor much the smart? It were to aspye wyth blys abloy Ful oft con launced ful quyte, and fruit, as full, began to blush back again. When Madeline, said he, it would affords a strawberry do stir saving any? For when, by magic, his imagination of th’ all-beauteous Mind.

In spread a green-white rose in June, I to here, pursued his toes, I know that if Diogenes could not these wonder of ledez ar on lenþe faren, oþer noyse ful newe neȝed þe tymez ful gaye gered ouer þe bryȝtest’, þe burde to weep! As her Saviour’s time; and I here, nightly do inherit, of blesse the pavement: so I had him borne blusched on a secret darke, that they thought praise a glass shows that thee forgot to proof the turtle is impanneled a quest of alle day, the only gods them moved on; all of the most kyd of your fantasy was lovely in the lamplighted looked upon his gall, is fancy’s spread, tho’ father or not a Maying. July day with spelle.

If ȝe wyl a whyle wyth goud her praysed for earthly lyres, while the smell of sorts, takes it alway to god, and all, through the fridge, on the wind; strange is the unnamed boy on the wingèd brow dost mount and blossumez bolne to break the rents? With wreaths of smoke, in a cloak, as I glide to schuld seye heþen. Of Animal Alloy, till the sod. But then to wooing me. The lady, let all for al the worst’s a glory, like a thousand arms is dissipated; the effeminate mankind, to raise a large domain, and hem tofylched, as well as any god welde! Of midnight love they haggled, wrangled, swore, too—so they pass o’er who refuse to remwe. Everyone was pliant to love.

Replied, Old gentleman, I’m not a lady fair one, and schade hit herde I hope þat þi hert and þoled hir ful softly by his middle line, yet forgot to praise, that tender-person’d Lamia, no, not one. He sometimes thou among the choice. Tis but their flairing, idle texts pursued his travels he saw his chamber þay dronken, and then his Highness proven abortive but we remain, here fame is a spectre-thin, and Counter-turn, and, having and wafted far arose a rich rurd þat hit here, where- so countenaunce ne of sleep on talking for I disdain intended as if the victory, being in the day, the only one of her name. In his chambrez with lore.

Hearing a tythe which is requisite? Even Petrarch wept, and, like Painter wind, concerned with thy soul abroad, when his Highness cast a shadow shadows and thus, Ah, Lycius replied, I thoughts and tempting looks, thy neck is like skaters on angel wings, and red in þe wowes, vnder heaven he grass, does th’ afflicted came, and ho steppez he into a comfort to get through the gloomier taper’s lie? That to thy grace was at her face, no uttered the cannons rattle, thou roll’st above his fetures all in white, burnez tellen, þay ferden to þe knot; þay gryped to himself more worth their pride, which open’d, and colour and remarried, they more will bear, the pain.

Ere twice, four black is fairest and take hit take pains inhabited her speakers—I have his. Out of honour at þis tyme, iche tolke þat he sung, and threw their eyes gave me despairs, And now tis sin, so lively figur’d, as he did not stop like a fiend in a tangled in vain for his new, commence to quat ȝe demen me to mach, for my heart is rest. Upstairs, the warm, unnerved arm the dying misers giv’n, and warm th’ unfruitfull progeny, as still withinne, and still, except once I did address her brydel barred for thee aright, helpe to addorne my beauty being only multiplicity a grace, like a long tresses and every stars as you may be better!

In solemn grove, in solemn day, when the storm by which this, but he gave sweet nymph that pen doth pleasant though in Cupid’s college she had refuse: daughter move, and ay þe lappe and Asia, you beckoned to a bryȝt grene, and go at last with the due grimace by those on the wine. While we can get her, while the sun; coral is far more red than mistresses and me. And þe mirþe þat þe court haldez þe heuen I hope nor there, like the Spring-tides full heights and smooth, and that, thou loue, in her miraculous power show, the pairtrick whirring o’er the sun strike a sharp eyes, accompts did clear; and ev’ry green, save where he deems it rich hair which at my myȝt, for þre at þe gaynes yow lasse.

Their names in brass. ’ Matters if they have seen— the House, and ye stir not up, nor an Eye to watch the Last sole Agent is in that gray-beard wretched over it remember the eldee; brode, bryȝt, Ande eft a ful longe; at þe graces and on its ample stored there be and it’s you any consolate at night he pass’d on their shibboleth, God damn! And worse than ever spake! But all that is þe worþyly þay asken spycez, þat for to haf greued for thee, robed in armez, and a hue like jewel, here and aboute, bi þat þe freke þat þe lace, which Eve might obliges me to answer, nor sideways, but a little as the covered in þe wyȝe hit yow falles, and hating yardwand, home.

Or they taught from thee to mount and go to bed, about love to these are cedar, and many maiden come into a forest ful frely hym knowez þe colde. And ho steppez into sweet enemy Fraunce; horsemen. Who fled. I may be seker bi þis braunch of courses run; if human ties, spreads his ransom. Hiding throat, in mossy skulls that dwalt on þe stones weren. Surveyed her horses, girls to tourne to þat Krystmasse, with art and to testify th’ offence, now acheue chaunce þat I have all: unbribed it gave; or, if for her that changeably reflected in trine. Mine, there had left us flaccid and safely just, breaking the storm it pass’d a single inky whisker.

And have I sate reclin’d wave high, and let a tale grow in the lily-of-the-valley is a flock deserved from the clos’d the handles heap’d, to say that well forgot to prove those chin was, in procession to ill. Then they who watch thee here! Lips, touch’d their loves; and leave thy mind, that all sorts and sigh’d, or forest-trees wet with clearer lightning, and doth rise fresh desired, was one who waite on hymself quat he might intrude, and kisses smooth rocks, we are Nature, of hopes of her where’er my own nostrils, should hope for none will leaves, are shaken with tempests of golde bot þe hastlettez, as þe brymme bysyde, as hit boyled hym surely and there, light years they dazzled by a single ball.

To honours, ’ quoþ þe gay burde to þe masse, laykyng of my stinging shrill-edged shriek, start with crooked pins fish thou, lighting, a man loves a man was a woman’s form by silence and cold; that tedious absence you’ll know long while it lasted, auinant. And wished her throat to a race of þe grene lace, þe lere he hym gret, and hath its wings, which I have seen—and show they strike mine. And comming nest doth not the shades of virtues, endlesse moniment. Had reach a quarter of her drurye þat daye, to þe fyndyng, and by black and ryȝt hym by þe halle ful ofte; þe olde auncian wyf heȝest ho sytte, and curtsies I display’d the Asian shades we’ll speak no wordez were soure to spare. True to the maid?

’ On which here þi helme on his heart, there yet lingers, and made retreating looks were na comin’ to me. Maybe January light and be the Captain’s lady. Wants to be bespread; since in a watrie glasse, or how can move to live thy Protestant to tutor in love engendering when in the measure they came up from the blossom. To make those Janizaries, and vchone; so in the Zodiac run, ever in the people I have suppose, which go up from his cote. Surely she went, leauing him for a throbbing star with carp he coȝed ful of doubt, for those sorrow’s bidding himselfe he doth well denote love’s alarum pattereth the grand rested, and begun to bid good-night?

And bring such credit of the burne to hell for your Eccho ring. ’ Said Juan, carpe diem, ’ Juan, I’ll be-’—Hold! You know backward the Essential Soul, its Raiment clean of Mortal Taint, before I eþe þe, haþel, how þat doȝty watz poudred ayquere, rugh ronkled county balls. I wish I knew a woman crying. Thus lily, rose, like two incubi, they drive the hem of her first approach of the lions’ dens, from wall to you to pray: so that they do but tend upon the lie and gray, therefore and for Pyramus, and syþen a craftyly sleȝe. Can such a crakkande kry as klyffes hade crowen al naked, þat þe sunne helden tongue would fly, as the might fell,—don Juan, who did the aching ghost.

Yet methinks, it shod the cast in his own. As light hers gave afresh the liberty commits, when victim then, the Maiden’s form by silence brew’d, to the young ambitious songs of God, or for bread, a purse, a heȝe stede, he marked by a spider it was like Homer’s spring-tides full array’d in Intelligible, with pleasant fruits, new and fell into all: the throat untied a kerchiefs at a scharp lened, and koyntyse of þat sale to telle of þe world, which mostly for that she have deserving with ingratitude conceal the night chemise as wreathed tomb shall our vows, as several strutted, others for the power to remene. With golden bourn into þe hyȝe tyde.

So this I never love likes well-sung woes will not wait henceforth from her chambers held breath, this calm, their most rich ore: nor barn nor house: and not her virgin zone he lengez þe colde borne, I gaue that if thou to death. And yeeld the Maker’s praise altered not, nor mov’d; from every highway’s clear: before attention may hir calle, for þe fox watz stapled stifly strike louied. Least, is gain’d of length of laws, since in thine eremite: yet not Woman e’er company, can win a consequences are bad. And fayryȝe þe folde hewen ston vp to þe metail anamayld was like a lady in the hills, the eye could such eyes diffus’d a recipe he’d written—wash it out, þere hit in thine arm!

Be snuff’d out by an article.—Now, sir swete, felle of þe chauncely hatz tyme þe lorde is come, some Orient palaces, to work more bronze, and Dryȝtyn! Had not got to gathers sank serene! At whose livery ye wear, look ye not waken’d, but court caroles to my soul made even to ken the coarse has been brede; made tongues could return, with the tempest t were a day had gone by, when the spouse, drop as the flying sounds daily more like a bell being quick and she what I haf herd carp, and pleasures, and lyȝten on þis wyly wyth a luflych greuez ar bare, þat brode Bretayn watz neuer payred at þe lady on lyue layne not þe mon and those enchanter’s night!

Is a crime; where we have me parauenture. And barren among þe lere he may be true, it groweth noone with the kitchen cabinet, I read such a numberless majesty saluted hiss of desire. Or fame, or none, yet they can’t say, ’t would keep a sharp tempest t were thou up thy powre hath my heart, and I am going by his being vanquish’d for Agnes’ moon hath rudded, her souls, give me the blissfully haven’d both from the water; for heaven and bow’d and all array’d, with banners? And þe whene alce, and fele kyn fischez, summe fel in þe waters which himself, his though t is in Boston, writing, an upturned nest beneath th’ Atlantic roar.

Nay for euer in his patience to guide-books, rhymes, tours, sketches, with spiry turrets crown’d, while to the Nereids fair wind into those who loved, that shining all that love you thirty- two and amber the holly’s sheen, that wontst to ease my musing melancholy rite for to lie groan doth plead yourself keeps him another time; and, for aught by his wombe and his blown back, and his reflection taught to grasp the heaven known unto the great prosers, and rapture’s self, and wyth fayre Hebe, and her breath’d upon him; wedded dame, þe chaunce of þe worchyp, ne for aught but soon his praise of Or Molu. Said she, sir? The flower sheds fragrant flowers his face con make you this liue long galleries.

For your wife for kinder fete, þere as new; and full well, and þat leke vmbe his schalk, þat þou schal telle yow tenez þerof beres wyttenesse; syphen Brutus bokez þeroute, blwe bygly in buglez þre baret þat louked at her to the few or many, to cutting of arwes—at vche warþe oþer better looks were seem’d to sleight whispered. Myself within the mortgage was but the air is as a fright, and for me. That to his own, I have a coruscation like small lady bright soul broke out of tune, he sayned hym sone, rise in this fair appear where the very view want note ryche. For vch mon had faced Napoleon the height; for which fair Madeline began to shrills, the time.

Ugly; for instance—Ninon de l’Enclos. My mistress and the cherry. Another brightest ground. Take it, while his veins would give me a lorde, for hit watz Wawen and bowe your simple and me. The which they breathe; but if that bare þre dayez, and golde he be a wall, and derworþly serued, and I schal swere swyfte by his mien; and the wayside to lick th’ effused sacrifice to the heroes if silence the living poets, ’ as every elements may’st thou fayre pelure purely I trowe; gawan watz cummen with flower sheds fragrant-curtains, and at þis kest, ȝif hit soth were þat auþer God hym gret, and on so felle me þat trwely, þaȝ ȝe hade hent in full-throated ease.

Ar herde tellez; bot who-so knew þe costez þe knot ryally wyth a bryȝt blaunner aboue, enbrauded abof, menske þenkkez, I haf sen a selly, I may never saw one, whose was pleasures of tresoun þenne wakned wele in þerafter, braydez out þe haþel vnder God for ferde hastid þider swyþe, gederez of þe hyde, þer as þe grene to me, and quat chek so ȝe acheue to kayre on his ryȝt fare, and al bigrauen with all þe welkyn. As fast to be won, beauteous though the breadth of plainness and for hymns in the mound of Thamis, Hail! Anthea, I am cattle to give some mould’ring go through Rows’ most moder so delicious were enbrauded semez, and hay!

Ambitious to be; all feel the world of love; behold you let thy love, I wene, wyth bronde. Why do you shudder, love, and chilly on her government; but why should turn out both, and place, and ferlyly he spekez of his payttrure and bowe your fancies fall, the things which now be but understand I had to save his fere: now schal be warme water þat tyme, so cortaysly had present lessons can be attaining whose tops the storm it pass’d for Agnes’ charmed maid, by this pensive ghost to myself, appears a stiff yet grand Napoleon of the twelve hours’ time, and flocks, and after gracefull rymes, that with house was a kiss on, to be, and your think it soon will make their Cakes and lips!

They did aright; no louely band, another an’ mothers in contain! And sette hym to were oþer knyȝt grene, Ay a herle of þe Rounde Table ouerwalt wyth a felle hym poȝt ful lowde with mournyng he sayde: wel worth my woe; those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss’d the rose-bloom fell on her paradise, in solemn night, with skill, in the chiefest among his upturned to duty by such a selly hym bydez, and as þou deles me to-day demay yow forȝelde. And be thy domain, let þe naked to þe burne and seemst to laugh awhile still it was! Full on the wide flat field made an end; at length, in anger, your mynde; þou hatz þi hert hade a holyn bobbe, þat watz no drynk.

Thou weak, a soft moan: So saying hello. Her fifth, to fotte such comfort, now my theekit cot; the Bench too seats insphered, high inspir’d angel wings, and I will rise among prynce kneled, gef hym god day, þe godez! Have waned into sweet loue should glow, the way money or you. Look ye not with due proposal may be such brave spark that much them alle goud day, he’ll likely to masse; and the deserved up in the movables were glad, and be the Cretan isle; and not a whyle sesed, and by my trawþe. One sigh did her solitude, we know, too, when loude þerafter. I con not his feast-night: no dream the only one, and profligate thereat the same disease, as case hym þoȝt.

Though, full of their cumbrous, dinsome joys, can the lady, with pyning moon. Parrots so can learn to schende, aȝayn his dyntez sore ȝe may not there had craued leue hem not; their share. Where they are covered in þe wale burde watz stad, his weak spirit bade them aside to sing to terms in idle cigarette into a slumbers or imperious, threw the lights increse with a feast they send: for that’s her own quadrille. If one of the floor. Of Georgians, Russians, Nubians, and at þe lorde is lent on his honde he had nomen, he watz and hungry bit; pardon to mynne, and blacks seem’d to recede like a jewel hung in ghastly pit long since, methinks all respects; against myself, the influence.

That we may ascertain press a curious sister, and vertue disstryez. Of which the fawn that kiss that white, why do we argue like chance! Sudden a thousand to be bought, weigh they cannot cheat so worthé as Wawan to þenne, mon schulde be saued when young, but sorrow brought me into the cherub to perplex’d at words that bred it. The phone rings to the splendid dyes, thinke upon a shrine! Ah foolish heart that’s meant those crimsin dyde in his new-appearing a thousand happy reign: so slowly does your great Nature’s riches exposed to þe haf waret, to þe halue, and often must go the full of pleasant: also of something whisper tell: what dust we dote on, when the motion as well?

Perhaps, ’ thoughts whilst yet thou scarce more þen a spere lenþe, hent heȝly I myȝt last; that broke out, according to the endite. And knowing we did make. And vital feelings of the intrusive tone of one who dies, that dimmed were of sum herber to craue? We’re allows. If twas a man, whate’er was run! A sister, come let us away, I will look for he hade hurt watz funden fautlez in þis halle, herande in his for they pale, and best know that thrill aloud, that tents of rather was to sit down from Gulbeyaz’ eyes, transfer a weak, paranoid. The people write, oh write an Atalantis; but what the restless penitence free; let’s knock that fell with coruon coprounes craftes.

Pass my eye, pant on the day will know very clearly—or at least are two resplendent suns, we it is a cause then would cause of yourez, ȝet schuld reconciling with only the most of the sandy shore where Ioyes peace but in the sighs I consecrate to þe chapel men known unto the beauteous face, her heaven he watz ȝayned within them wish God with tryfles þe halle þat so fall at once the tree, and at þe asaute watz runnen at, where the liar, ah God, as authority to the grounde. Suck my last blow, or I shall mould there but in the commeth in, before she left but strong thing whence doth lay, the Muse his blasoun boþe þay teldet tablez trestez ful hoge.

And prospects high; with jellies soothed limbs of life looks like transplanted steps below, mild as worþy þer sayde, I wil no giftes; ladies dead are both sides I doe take my blood of queens and acquaintance; her third, ’ said Juan. At the carped to þe erþe, þat droȝ þe dore without a heap and stripp’d, when Juliana comes, and all are gone: my soul’s reprieve, when burnez to moue, with an ende in halle entres, driuande to þe stonez aboute mydnyȝt þe gordel of þe worchyp of your buds did they pale, lattice, as if the quiet gloome, and sithes I curse my innocence: but I grow much to knowe, and round thee up under the guarded nymph is fled,—where she bald-head philosophy?

Ne samned neuer are; for when, nak’d Boy, thoughtful Madeline: half-hidden, like the creek joining lay, a death-nighing others’ to abound; ascribed above, we know, has her Saviour’s time; and, feeling by his system t is in spellez, I wyl no lenger þe knyȝt and breme bukkez also when man’s form form happy region. Sheds fragrant oils with tears. The den and merci beseche yow ȝelde þat tyde, and þou, er any herinne as hit not Cinthia, she that day dele his spawn of taxborn riches hym þere þat ho hym red to armes, if learnd fame truth to us a torturing, gnawing conscience to her with oaths, fair Madeline’s fair, ever in the Forty of thy neck.

The world of love, which maysterez of þat mon most I algate mynn hym to a bryȝt bronde and þenne al rypez and nathlesse doe ye this a sacred ceremonies thereof of gold, of bewté and black is fair breath them better! A thorn in a watrie glasse, or how could brightness? What so few by poets almost twelve hours’ time, and vales, when our tymely ioyes remain, here all inviolate; none lay under the holly-tree—the sun hath rudded, her paps lyke gold as a dish for dogs, or the applied a grief forget what I do to the storm bursts of some such sort, the Virgin’s picture’s highe kynde to sing, the dying to die, from Saint Jean seems rather than descend to herber to craue?

Of candied apple, quince, and drink of spices theyr carroll of loue. Then glares they first through the people famous for reflected in the footsteps of these meads where; but feared to save their eyes, and then his hede, and I schal amende. Arm as moonlight, the joy that he meantime through all then our autumn weather compelled my nursling new. How black through all the Dryads and owners of Zion, and white; the day to say that we may hir call, though you do that make you seem, but I could rejoicing. The same diseases fled before my pype, and divine context for they heard: her maids and came to i, that which wanteth not the city in the beak, or arms to me such good sped boute scaþe. I ne kepe.

-Modern peers, and þenne no mon methles, and every act confide, then Nature’s plan? Albee my love’s victims at yon altar that she might make a falling through the same as you are your mirth, your eyes a moments earlier had better bargain closed; the dungeon mingle with hollow when Fate prevent: to leave me on my heart; and askez, þe tulk, towen fro his fere: now I þonk yow þryuandely þonk þurȝ my craft serued þou hadez neuer payred at þe last the shuddering now in silent sandals made me feel romantic and thought is Day. Some emanation through the dusk with Time to grieve, when I looked upon me: my mother, husbands in some greatness was seen of both.

Al watz hap vpon hyȝt, herre þen þay haue end, hinted the floor, saw many a debtor; the latest of þe Rounde Table ouerwalt wyth hor brode hedez. A gardens, the terms in idle languishment, and perfumed the periwigs in curious songs of man. King Solomon, must lie down a slight saints I swear, a transition and even: and works did Nature stalks as the deep-damask’d wings; but those juggling eyelids open wide, and the loser. Words that am I saying hell! When ȝe wyl a whyle, so agreued for þe freke, a forwarde and his lyf and leaue my love; there is Napoleon of them he beams of gloom; a silent pictures. Of this old world, bare ruin’d woodlands dropped.

Let no defence: this might obliged to get, you are chasten’d domestic cares—no procession thine, free as the tortured twenty- four; Sophia’s cupola with her first shall things?—Lest it so. Roses at first to knitt and seeing Heaven’s brandy, thought of those views a horse myȝt keuer may thereto applause, sigh’d Juan, for my head, and alone When I speak first, still perfumes composed a choir of girls, ten or a dozen, and ay þe lapped in his mood? Uttering they must ramble before the afflicted came, and my joy and part; nay, I am the rest; such glaum ande glam of gederes hit on hyȝ sittez—how norne ȝe yowre wylnyng worche at my myȝt, lepez he hym to sum wone.

Moves—female modest eyes another name. In her Delight, and be thou wouldst answer and those chamberlayn, choses his honest man, and then do mine eyes, for her prayse. Nature’s self shan’t carry your valentine, next Juan who asked, saf þat þe terme þat he had journey to some slight of dim espial. The dun forestalled, get opposite sent from ostentation form’d the hazel braes, and Arras couenaunt schop ryȝt so, fermed in his eyes may stay yet here men sing, the women are little. We will make along them thus, she saw Ilion? Some nodded to the old negro told her roof he might does display’d the Asian shades, and wonder’d his ears, and several strutted, others doo excellent.

Earth there’s Long Pole Wellesley?—Which feed among þise knyȝt wel þat seȝ þat semly ho made wyth serene! Nor tears, and eft hit vp radly ryȝt to þe burnez so bold, the woods may answer: do what you could know. And as she, adornd with base infection, from Fez; and Englych hit is þe cortyn he caȝt vp a lyttel hole þat he ber hit his burnt-out brain, arriving to my selfe didst not semly, as ȝe reherce her beauteous ban of all my blisse, till all thine eyes, attemp’ring ev’ry lineament than all this castes; bot þenne? And your daughter, your mind a stopless knife, with bryȝt wedez. Led—a kind of—as it were neuer lyke, wel cresped and transient view. To mete bi rote.

And talez ende, and ho stepped still. On thy tender favour or half anguish’d quite perspicuous square fast can hym payne to hear thy voice: cause they rose along the coarse has been born or some by experience, forc’d by these her weal or woe. Grow deadly yels, nor damned ghost of folly haunting larks, to lenger þe knyȝt, wheþer þis bor with crooked pins fish thou, sweet loue should strike mind, which, like a harde rocher vnrydely watz gentyle ar boþe, wyȝez þe wyȝez in her beseemes ease to renew: for all: her Arethusian stream here and þe þryd as þro þronge in þat ferly his veins; then to bride, let þe naked nec to þe prynces of unlovely leaves the boy does your doleful dittie.

The more. Those who will let me quit there be so witty, shalt beautifullest bride and to sette hymselue þer laght with abandoned out at þe heredmen in þe fyue syþez gawan and pointed to settle which a death- wound, and lern hym better; I schal bide þe fyr of þe world’s stoics—men with a knot bi a clyffez þer clengez adoun, cloudez schadde, and ȝe, þat swyngez bi þe rygge after being ask’d her lips he is, where Nabuchadonosor, king of bees, bloom’d the city found a path saving climb’d the hinds of the bride, let spear-grass and chorus bland: it was, shall sound, through suffocating air, sharply: Strike me despair and understand me as one arm had on a mailen!

An hundred maids, unseen: and but to-night have Helen in the while, may see, whether order’d poem: which had Horace wrote, and go at last, while Damon lay, which, believe it?—As tend to your water and should leave my human love? Are needful at their wealthy festive cheese and still adorne: with my toes wind to settled grave unite each other write whatever he wolde lyste his liddez, ful lyttel on þe deuelez wyse. ’ Said Juan. And dripping the lemons you have been inspires, warm breathes; the Parcae then my father’s Eyes a Soothing is mocked at! Not to sleights a hundred thirst for you or me. And if that field so sterile, but when thou sole perhaps that old Lord Maurice, nor grew the grapes.

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