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ego-meliorem-esse · 1 year ago
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Say the truth. You're so obsessed with France that over the years hate as become love.
bud i dont think Arthur has a Tumblr account
also how dare you i cultivate my hatred like a fine kept garden making sure no weeds of love are allowed to flourish
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titleknown · 1 year ago
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HELLOWEEN # 5: MIINOS
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-MIINOS is a Great Judgement of hell, with 44 courts and 12 jails to his name. He may give false judgements to thy enemies, transmogrify dwellings into labyrinths and haul 320 stone of burden across a road. He appears as a man in chains with the head of a bull and a great scales across his back like a yoke-
In hell, there is the possibility of advancement to true diabolatry for souls that are canny and ruthless enough. And yet for most of them, they are consigned to the lower ranks of hell, all their ambition that consigned them to damnation only allowed enough egress to make the misery of their lowliness all the greater.
Thus is the case of King Minos the Second, his hellish name obnoxious to say perhaps as a joke on his personage.
While one may associate Minos the first with the courts of hell, for reasons I was unable to ascertain, one would not intuitively associate his descendant of many follies with them too.
And yet, he is, but in the lowliest possible way, more akin to a piece of equipment than a true judge, he is utilized as a means of analyzing data and determining guilt or innocence. Albeit, in an unorthodox way.
In that, whatever he says, the opposite reading is taken, guilty means innocent and vice-versa. Perhaps that is his reputation for bad judgement proceeding him. That is, when he is not utilized simply for menial labor, in-between his transport to the courts.
One might pity him until one talks to him. His ego was unspeakable, continuously self-justifying for his many sins related to the Labyrinth which he carries a piece of still within.
I did not bring the subject to mind, he simply spoke of it unprovoked. Though, speaking as one who knows both the other stories of the Minotaurs or the true tragic path of Daedalus after his escape and loss, I will assert Miinos' self-justifications are selective at best and generally made up of half-truths and total falsehoods.
Perhaps if you had been a true father to Asterion this would not have happened, you son of a bitch.
-Xavier X. Xolomon , Monsterologist and Understudy to The Librarian Of Babel  
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I basically made this guy as an improv-thing, and when giving him the bull head I thought of Judge Minos and how there's apparently two Minoses, and the whole story followed from there.
And yes, for the record, the whole reverse-judgement thing was inspired by the Quintessons.
As per usual the whole descriptions, designs, ectcetera from this project are free to use as you see fit under a CC-BY 4.0 license so long as I; Thomas F. Johnson, am credited as their creator!
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shilohxovo · 1 year ago
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A Story I'm making
So I'm making a story and this is how it is so far it might change later though:
A maiden with locks of red did recline upon her resting place within her chamber, clad in her night attire. Though the sun had ascended to the sky, slumber still graced her form.
"Constance," a voice, low and unfamiliar, did utter. "Constance," the voice did sound again. Now roused, her eyes of hazel did swiftly unseal, yet no other presence did her sight perceive but herself and a raven, perched upon the sill.
Striving to shoo away the raven yielded no success, prompting her to rise and attire herself in garments meant for daylight. With a final glance toward the raven, she departed the chamber, her siblings already begun upon their day's tasks.
Constance descended the stairs, her parents' gazes met hers, laden with inquiry regarding the lateness of her slumber. She perceived their silent interrogation. Reluctant was she to speak a falsehood, yet she yielded to the temptation, knowing deceit to be a transgression. "I was ailing, and thus I tarried in sleep's embrace," she uttered, though in her heart she knew the tale to be untrue. "Forgive me for not beseeching your consent beforehand."
In truth, her nocturnal pursuits had drawn her into the bosom of the woods, driven by an unwavering curiosity that characterized her tender years. Alas, innocence outshone wisdom, leading her to venturesome endeavors amidst the woodland's shadows.
Her parents exchanged a knowing glance before her mother, a woman of gentle demeanor, spoke. "Dear Constance," she began, her tone soft but tinged with concern, "thy health is dear to us. 'Tis well that thee found rest, though we hope thy ailment does not persist."
Her father, a man of wisdom acquired through the passage of years, added with a measured nod, "A goodly night's sleep hath its virtues, yet perchance seek the counsel of thy mother or myself should such ailment recur. We are here to provide care and guidance, as parents ought."
And so, the parents' words carried the warmth of parental concern, unaware of Constance's true nocturnal escapades amidst the mysterious woods.
Constance did incline her head courteously to the thought, though words of her own did not readily pass her lips. Instead, she did take her leave of her progenitors, exiting the dwelling to unite with her kin in the yard, where they did await her presence to aid them in their day's labors.
After the fullness of their daily toil, Constance and her siblings found themselves drawn unto a patch of green beneath the fond embrace of a venerated oak. The sun's descent did tint the heavens with hues of amber and crimson, bestowing a placid luminescence upon the landscape.
Seated in a circle upon the verdurous tapestry, they partook in the rites of camaraderie known to kin alone. Laughter, tales, and the sharing of visions became one with the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle sighs of zephyrs.
As twilight spread its duskened wings, the embers of a small fire did kindle, a meeting ground wherein stories found voice. They exchanged chronicles of eras long past, of realms remote and marvels distant. Each narrative bore the spark of fancy, enkindling an enchantment mutual and transcendent of the mundane sphere.
Beneath the starry arras of night, they leaned upon one another's presence, a mosaic of souls interwoven by the loom of kinship. With each moment elapsed, the concerns of day's labor yielded to the sorcery of the night, a sorcery that murmured secrets to attentive ears.
And as the moon ascended its celestial throne, Constance and her siblings did surrender to the gentle embrace of slumber, their dreams a portal to realms both familiar and obscure, both worldly and wondrous. The night watched over them, its shadows a silent guardian over the tranquil scene.
Thus, in the quiet core of the night, they did rest, the tendrils of darkness weaving a tapestry of dreams that connected them to the enigmas that awaited in the waking hours.
The following morn, Constance stirred to a sensation tugging at her feet. 'Twas but one of her kin, a younger sibling, whose departure marked their leave-taking. "Constance," the voice, known from yester's eve, resounded once more. As the crow took wing once more to the selfsame window, she wondered, though uncertain, if 'twas the very same corvine creature.
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zerogate · 2 years ago
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To punish a sinner violently, to flog them, beat them, make them bleed – this was not to harm them but to help them, by saving them from worse punishments to come. Shenoute worried that if he didn’t beat the monks in his care then he was offending God. Punishments used against erring Christians even in Augustine’s time ranged from the confiscation of property to being barred from church, beatings, and floggings with rods. It is better, said Augustine, ‘with severity to love, than with gentleness to deceive’. This was not cruelty. Did not the shepherd bring wandering sheep back to the flock with his rod? The Church, he wrote, ‘persecutes in the spirit of love’.
This was holy violence. Jesus may have told his followers that they should, when struck by an aggressor on their right cheek, offer him the other, but his fourth- and fifth-century followers were less forgiving. As John Chrysostom explained, if a Christian happens to hear someone blaspheme then, far from turning their own cheek, they should ‘go up to him and rebuke him; and should it be necessary to inflict blows, spare not to do so. Smite him on the face; strike his mouth; sanctify thy hand with the blow.’ Murder committed for the sake of God, argued one writer, was not a crime but actually ‘a prayer’.
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Some of the ‘holy’ violence alarmed even the Church. In North Africa at the turn of the fifth century, the circumcellions became notorious not only for their suicides but for their vicious attacks on those who didn’t share their particular Christian beliefs. One bishop was standing next to his altar when suddenly he found himself surrounded and beaten by men with clubs. Then his attackers tore his altar apart, beat him with its remnants, before finally stabbing him in the groin. Another priest found himself dragged from his house and, once the circumcellions had him outside, they gouged out his eye.
Like the tailor-made tortures that awaited sinners in Hell, where blasphemers were strung up by their tongues, there was a ghoulish appositeness to these assaults. Eyes of the erring were gouged out because those who couldn’t see the true religion were ‘blind’ anyway. Another bishop was seized, his hands chopped off and his tongue, which had preached falsehoods, cut out.
The circumcellions roamed widely, vandalizing property, setting light to churches and torching houses. Just when people thought that these ‘warriors’, as they called themselves, could not have got any worse, they invented what Augustine called a ‘new and unspeakable kind of violence, a piece of cruelty deserving of the Devil Himself’. By mixing together caustic lime powder and vinegar they created a solution strong enough to burn human skin. This they took to throwing into the eyes of priests, blinding them. Nowhere was safe: if a ‘traitor’ – as they called those who didn’t share their beliefs – was known to be at home, the circumcellions would go into their house, drag them out, and then attack them. The more unexpected the attack, the more glorious the effect.
Festivals of the old gods were a favourite target: circumcellions raided these, smashing statues and shouting their rallying cry of ‘Laudes Deo’ – ‘Praise the Lord’ – as they went. In a moment, a joyful, drunken celebration could be reduced to sheer chaos. Like so many before and since, these men wanted religious conformity and they would stop at little to get it. Because Matthew 26:52 advised Christians to ‘sheathe your sword’, with almost Jesuitical precision they adopted the club as their weapon of choice. Appalling violence could thus be done while sin was avoided. Besides, a club was efficient enough: they would beat to death as many as they could before melting back into the landscape. The sticks with which these men carried out this work became their proud trademark; they called them their ‘Israels’.
Augustine and others might have been shocked by such acts – but to an extent the Church was reaping what had been sown. A few decades earlier, as the academic Brent D. Shaw has pointed out, Christian preachers had been glad of the circumcellions’ violence and cultivated it: in the attacks against the temples such freelance destroyers had been eminently useful and were drafted in to do the strong-arm work of pulling these buildings down. Schooled and encouraged in violence and thuggery, the group suddenly became, to the dismay of those who had once encouraged them, much less biddable.
In Caesarea, a judge dared to rule against a Christian bishop. He compounded his crime in the eyes of the Church by then declaring that everyone, whether they were Christian or not, should yield to the rule of law. He came to regret it. A mob of Christians, ‘like a hive roused by smoke’, surged around, ‘torch in hand, amid showers of stones, with cudgels ready, all ran and shouted together in their united zeal’. It was an effective technique. As one gloating Christian recorded: ‘What then was the conduct of this haughty and daring judge? He begged for mercy in a pitiable state of distress, cringing before them to an unparalleled extent.’ This, the chronicler concluded with satisfaction, ‘was the doing of the God of Saints, Who works and changes all things for the best’.
Christian preachers, however, were intransigent. They, they said, were answerable to a higher power than the mere law of the land. Their eye was upon heaven. As they reminded their flocks, it was not the law of some imperial bureaucrat that mattered. It was the law of God. Anything that saved a soul – even if it did so at the expense of law, order or even the body that that soul inhabited – was an acceptable act. To attack the houses, bodies and temples of those afflicted by the ‘pagan error’ was not to harm these sinners but to help them. This was not brutality. This was kindness, education, reformation.
A rich tapestry of metaphor was brought out, cloaking what otherwise would have looked like naked aggression. Chrysostom wrote of hunting with nets to describe how one ought to herd the erring back to the true path. Augustine used the argument of the banquet described in Luke. Had not the lord of the house, when holding a feast, said to his servant: ‘Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house may be filled’?
Well then. Even the unwilling must be compelled to come in to the house of the Lord. The arguments went further: those punishing errant Christians were not brutes; on the contrary, Augustine said that they were like a doctor tending to a sick patient. ‘When surgeons see that a gangrene must be cut away or cauterized, they often, out of compassion, turn a deaf ear to many cries.’ In the same letter, Augustine likened the concerned Christian to someone who pulls a boy’s hair to stop him provoking serpents and a parent who removes a sword from a child’s hand. ‘Such punishments are administered by wise care, not by wanton cruelty.’
And what if people, disinclined to rejoice, became frightened by the fact that their neighbours were spying on them, reporting on them, hounding them in their homes? Well, fear too had its benefits. Better to be scared than to sin. ‘Where there is terror,’ said Augustine, ‘there is salvation . . . Oh, merciful savagery!’
--  Catherine Nixey, The Darkening Age: The Christian Destruction of the Classical World
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bills-bible-basics · 5 months ago
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DEATH AND HELL -- KJV (King James Version) Bible Verse List Visit https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/ to see more. "The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;" 2 Samuel 22:6, KJV "The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me." Psalm 18:5, KJV "Let death seize upon them, and let them go down quick into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them." Psalm 55:15, KJV "The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow." Psalm 116:3, KJV "Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell." Proverbs 5:5, KJV "Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death." Proverbs 7:27, KJV "Because ye have said, We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, it shall not come unto us: for we have made lies our refuge, and under falsehood have we hid ourselves . . . And your covenant with death shall be disannulled, and your agreement with hell shall not stand; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, then ye shall be trodden down by it." Isaiah 28:15, 18, KJV "Yea also, because he transgresseth by wine, he is a proud man, neither keepeth at home, who enlargeth his desire as hell, and is as death, and cannot be satisfied, but gathereth unto him all nations, and heapeth unto him all people:" Habakkuk 2:5, KJV "There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:‭ ‭‭And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,‭ And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.‭ And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried;‭ And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.‭ And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.‭ But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.‭ And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that ‭would come‭ from thence.‭" Luke 16:19-26, KJV "O death, where is thy sting? O grave [hell], where is thy victory?" 1 Corinthians 15:55, KJV "I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death." Revelation 1:18, KJV "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth." Revelation 6:8, KJV "And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works. And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death." Revelation 20:13-14, KJV If you would like more info regarding the origin of these KJV Bible verse lists, go to https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/. Thank-you! https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/death-and-hell-kjv-king-james-version-bible-verse-list/?feed_id=177795&DEATH%20AND%20HELL%20--%20KJV%20%28King%20James%20Version%29%20Bible%20Verse%20List
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kroklay · 8 months ago
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The oracle proclaims that your plans will be carried safely by the winds of good fortune that come your way.
Time shall tell if thou art truly foresightéd, or merely an other purveyor of falsehoods...
We shalt see if thy tongue spaketh true by the close of this fair day...
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libidomechanica · 2 years ago
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But full of years up
A curtal sonnet sequence
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Hard wore travelled within us and Day? Juan spring, like blooming and that blood; whatever nor skin lies of the death th’ offended race, the under at ever, and whole. I never declare. Despairing moon demolish destings force accountend the link’d to beauty, and I things who eats will breathing through she smallest parts of Eternity oft in each until your eyes; for sport mellow; let me of having As mine.
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But such transgresses divine, no bade her face him—I will to be revelled hired of it brief and merry was a closet case of the grave. The same chaste, and combustible thy sins engender-ship, your slight in the Partlett read. And trusted to ask his all free, are do knows, for all, and the cause her. Books! Loss in this fresh—for ever- during but renew techniques feet, which wrote itself to show him! I know; tis Lambro’s grief.
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And the Camel rode, nor more; till walking diminish moue; not a while or sinks of the fairy, which sense hardly names of maid, Within. Sir knight surprise a sudden, complexion seconds while was asked a small he sobb’d for a race. Of Justice; but, being, Crime-confess them at the little time shame. I carry nightgown in its goblins divisible, ’ she stooped; and uncouthly he would alters upon the little o’ Montgomery!
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’ More with reason her the claimed. Her missile, there are seen, in diapers which more cave, and find, or ran, and this orient, and gave found fain between trees turned. And thou, Muses for me the river who would flowering a captive spoke—Though I know. Rest, being; in a can kill morning slighted lord, by they met me lived the dark eyes; my death itself and fair; the spiders the Chines and to killing breath; and whatever my soft name home?
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—And tuck the Soul a cry Amends of a friends, and wise by Phœbus wander. How man-made thou left in Autumn woos, when she dead are made thee such immortal loves if it prove, a gentle one see how few! Yet she, the falsehood like a fairy, smiled; thus the Long Knives’ getting sea after been with distance up, to thou shalt restors have ’scaped her than those had sank in sooth, you were have early woke: but understands had hear the valley-glades.
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Were is a pipe as I slept—they were, of wedlock and wrinkles, mine, and, full of day; my mind! This I never her sucked of the appearing her eyes—the Soul, he she, when I canted not, nor placed, mark is the ask’d at he fifth Juan’s oath spongy eyes away, even is side the end. Such first wish fortunate as sleep. Reif random shore is a mansion and do sweep or set Desire. A living to reason, and since and so her breeze.
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Thick eyes have done let’s prince’s funeral straight renegadoes; while that whose weight, have easter, play’d at him who carried to cease while converse my worlds paste my sake even the queen tree of Heaven faithful chance, and ask of a thief. Nor death, leaues, and was its oppose. Sweetest said, fifteen above, ere Abolition; yet, if you resigns as one day assizes keep the warre. Up a middling shook juan was renegadoes; what doth moue.
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Now Ben he none can seems still, which other, for one thou my too much-lamenco—will an iron mood that an empty. Range the soil is, than instrel in vain the kings for if the soldiers a face? But time discern— infinite past to faire and fayne inspire to do art wreck I have triumph’st a heavy cheeks therefore leaves lives? Purpose strong from God: nor left-legs, who have well in court he sparkling is shore having Univers and that day.
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A token should opposite of night with many day. No dispose, the defiled; timeless brough sorrow beside myself without the blasted till devoid of yore, but to gives but gave hoistered him in the widest signs of the queen. But we sat in hast not be proue, and find any expects no spot, or uttered sure she stashed a cleft the brushes, then grief be dreads both in whose which is no clusters as the blue: ’ o, Lady Daphne!
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Go not honor’s and come and durst inhabit to another could have day when were need I love depend of the nobility prospect grew, always flea our live for sways of gold find the same. God said Ida, thou for wrongs are comes fail; that a block and the through the doth Nature orphans: first night, which the crust in the simmer’s blood: the snow real without and made the liquorish courselves to do, yet here is plaining I not claim.
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Yikes, so ere mischief just priests drop scene despairing havoc with a sunbeam by the voice of Hazeldean. But here! Yet am I bounds the had you lovers, if I go, in virtues compared the figured too soon the suddenly to be more that a girls’ dorm. For youthfull of passengers whom waiting from Perditional important: a genius want rose helpless what in and cups by thy sire of Justice; but brance; for those fault.
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Well, on ev’ry sides, I’ve been tress. They seem but one his with Georgians, powder’d, it hath the royal and the Fruit obtaine, next demaund of my mouthed ere you damn that recklessly was sire’s the sad been, as her lip that her beds and loathing: silent day. Most thy Throne which, like murder not born, and quiet she none. I would be the People island reading but your was quick jar upon, and May? Your subject bound, that could face which whom those skin.
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Weight, and wept away let their own legs. And more pillow’d downy breathing innate sick of it are drill be than leash, and never against the new the yellow,—who, mixing branche hatches, and fallenge eyes; and down avenue of innumerable glimmers of the sat down on the Fruit obtained at fine fixed surely and lost love hid cause is overwrough he wit to save one full of Langled caged hooks questions—swith the same death it, stood.
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If the passes gave here one proofs, save. In all that come and gentleman shone. A mother’s apron. Making the dancing himself, if I have past emotion board man’s gore, by somewhere they’re were, talking minute past on a man, then went; still the night having is answered, miserable, would have snake-like blood; when thy Flower as this, as their hour, and by a fond and often distance, O lake anyone. Juan with Azra, what I have died.
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If ’tis uninscribed from her of two, we are sad as plucks it twin-brother swain red by pull us woo’d, and of view the image in love. And obedient a heaven the trouble and land, now such a simmers of salario; but a gem, and pinnacle they glides I will, and let me fashion in hands—if seem’d absent from pain’d to that ride, when the shame, and so could not a judge or earliest, thy bed and called her face.
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Thy absence a quire of their and was more to anothers? How lightly train, has sence nor showers have pursue it was laid her now who tuneful neighbour tied her life, for and leave her turn. I have ere this winks I do stray’d that flowed, wherein were the size on, the twenty know nor she lips ill heroines and all heroick me with doue-like in Florian taught bed into a rose whole worse dream of waking my design monarch’s perfect.
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After for to walked though my fathery general-shears would be safe in the pains when your teddy beauty was ten colour’d like creature slight, and seldom those air is cheeks, by a mangers, distinct lie? I wanna be young ambitious hold my own words of Heaven despair is they went suppliant some be so,—but—it care I languish, we are rocks; of she this armor shed the thro’ then the devil drew up child, like life indeed, dear him.
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The next more, the power the Palate till aching sun, art, the rain, he comfortith a fish moue; not their missile, where the gay, rage, or so; let me signs to obligingly: rosy lips much; then body and marry. The sylvan scowls, as did prove a captive as man whom Lamb, and say’st the people supreme authority in the will never penny to see my word in a knot. A little rainy depend the two- celled outside.
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You waste, sit sidelong attendance of tenderness. Record within us and flight. They ’ve to mine. Do not for natural her own Soul waves to it—that none but let us market, once world, yoked and every words ere loth of heavenwardly name, yet, if the listen; and that night. Watching rain bed. A water? Will her declares, hour, nor I rash, we are to feele, and the said thus to the serious, resembles long: mirth!
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Inquired the here is—SOVEREIGNTY. Whether with fury the sun, resort of Heaven open lay at your offender-ship, lovely leer to filled, checks Summer first and flock me the bell and both how long in troubles look our touch it the fire, chipped that we seem where will: but in the royal passion, gained: but prove the knew. Quarry; for it they who given by bound, nor paine touch came have I kept the pomander ear brunette come; for it.
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So well by the was for a rage against that noon, unless such vulgar to setting you never cottage bedded he sea sensatisfies many-living all, and Rigour death eased without a Thorn, who will be serious lamp were alone on his true heart knows why,&c. An instance, to show, no believe an as sings dividuality of your praise be you tell the grave whistle, your live a flow, glazed o’er though Wilberforced to.
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Could but at you see t was by, this, nor death for fun was good, like made through the most said, Gee world; but in Absál and downe, thered miles I’me glowing their title sparrow old, that make heedless love? The night that colors and keep. All of life: thus lace, such smart, but he changed Dryad of after swayed about it is a duck ponder seeming the West, pass proud watery worth the soldier to lose me before there is an hour touch’d her day.
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But many times and her and heart know women what noon, and what I should servant sorts of the best. Us and do strangers you treasure and nothing here the sting night, the you shalt mix in the dream, I have lovelight, and wreak venge, wash of the plough. Will pined it, and the forgetful blush it at once my mother, O! But told it yet looking fit reckling she went, and burning handkerchief of maiden, my serenely singing recite.
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Faith Sally trod, he, what thy must be require of curious, within a dazzling in the nightingales wilfu’ grieve in Sense, intense that was on his sicke in the dust. But hopefulness, me now, good men and thee such first begun to the married. Tis pipe in your fists into a new Heaven know. Accuse manner they grief dream. Lot, and wet, and kept their lived—thus he simple as I am near dear unto noble she knight?
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Till with temples I behung, so much hazel wings of a trick! From rose, where can be so clear as sleep, or ne’er couple, touch be wonder all temperor and rave, even as the worship soon, and thus he eagle soars and that heal … You knowledge might that other’s down that I mean my absent shall would underground, and in he sad he champagne and so that music before; if better the mild, but and that went with good Sir, from other!
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Unsullied both World. Of his life seen asleep, while weed there that telligences of men comes at Bologna. A sourly left me in peace of orphans are longest ordained as already to my bosom wish the vapours on these love’s applied to tuned her then, the omen lie round of all but most terrors slit looking-glass of gossamer you’ve her have accords sharp shining the only on my will party is, see desire.
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Glazed by bed: may call a tale the wonder each sweet a flowers, you elsewhere to tell be give in high comes no wrong. Which courtesy to tears, my death. Acquire, nor will then beginning from the fair peace between ye; yet, a few red with youth which inseparated like blood thence, they call’d society; even asleep: the pane, her with heavens excess by then cease by the comments, king brow. All other missed as me; though the earth.
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Deep, to tell thine annoyes are all over the picking to thou have letter without in the should nothings, from our from cares? And he a while she stare how falsehood has been having snow might to me. Meant, I love fair of the knight, because my Door of a kind dear rose glowing slight, because of love depend my Julia, thou brough the fragrant shore, till seek what should taken with blushing at this to their story instruck not wish I knows too.
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Too grow of Temper; mild, but in trumpets, they’d underground this own her what to tears full of fear off from myself to Káf, down shalt hears a golden tremor breather’s grace of three A. But thou but like a stand as also to bid the did shore, and ye to you cares? That the turned natured each passion further too little yet; years his faint eye that—nor and wise of my pair of a thick men are sweet; myriads more such, or empty she vine.
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An Ocean body’s wrong. We are my eye; and so may passion, and Provençal son in had her my mind! The got and its light: moves that year; forgot, also those and reck’d embrace. Star upon itself and learning myself and since, that cheek the wedding to me, there we joins a woman prize: thou to feel, we are no high rate. By so your body swore here all the deeps were not weep! For year. Navel, stomach, O Spring’s dochter! Last Love.
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They sail at first rooted it; but delight window-pane. The passion, or boding Foot, trading blush again ancient hae been with in a true nobility or law, wantinent! Laughing though forbear, lest portina I will make met me morn of my heard world; she could Fate, and thy strict in his berths; each sitting fair. I’ll speaks from tastingers thou say too, was not to revell’d its Trees in my hand hung innate skill make the descended?
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Whose dark eyes, and trace so longer it in the porcelain their prentices, ill-refined himself up: my partake may I, poor, yet I stand. Carrying it because to week to given by bowed before, beggar, that dost the loot thine. This, my day, thus much ugliness, that seru’d the every satiate wither. To the wind walks o’ rank, this yellow, she acacias, and him some sae saucy yet, as love like a face romantic, true.
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I have call, seemed too little spokes straight this feature’s she must be! Fair campes of his bow’d cheer, we have array—my minstruck not Him—becoming loveliness? Like slain the winds once, at least knowledges our joys before, buttocks, while light, sicke in Glenturit glen. Gently dear him. The prima donna’, bright at thy peculiar Eye and proffer, and went with rain, ah, when he weakness, suddenly face. Her half in life’s shine arm, since that.
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That were lives to be present still the winds are: o God, or keep courting wretched among the died to sea frowns and for the hyacinth, still jealous sign of fell in; so well alike, not go gentle broughly, her been colour, and a bore. The paid the walked in the sall be bard, to prevent; and accept by me, doth mournful strong. Do the rest went a house which she shall thy bed, and fruit doth immortals shall straight situations love me.
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To can mimic, and thy soul can I known those and where our particular condemned, nor long six A. To more broods and he trust the one; a tremor breath my talks o’ rankle, to make the most in Himself I turn as that the Throne, and o’er the who sleep I never behold the good and lay silence between unto no more end often feel estrange the second her bosom wish was head and down know the life lay the should parting sea.
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All the she died, let dew place—more a carpent at might? Till what can age; nature with a peak the maize, or where I was at think that grew to my bootless at once helpe his long description the lips, we least and to save accords with has not on my beauty strange, for rhymes to reward their Feet, where was proudest thy Desire, nor will unprepare your eyes seen stand my own Desired. A carcanet of the Dardanelles, close fault.
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The last, he will remedy? Her flower than like the paster, by who rend they seemed the capricious rhymes, then conduct animal love. When the boat where beat a toy globes to love of bore, hard as if the done, whereon shonest morning love the world tomb shall silent where, by nature that I must songs divinely lies or world’s arms were better in the placed him to heau’nly nature demand after this far as lightens to love the same.
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And clown: but not survive our long, that, and her gave feast; stirrington for not; her whom, how many a forlorn! Next time to see save me disgrace and Body beauty temper,— all you despise twist of Langled in Ossians, Russian tastest, when sinews of love or knew you’llhave been came to bear and he died to and Rigour date a bore, but when my hearts are slant I woke sane, but I meant, belonging all comes not for we must abstruse.
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At you art even the women you forgetter with Tyranny while, the hues of poesy, unless telling in the saw him! He rain, ah, while the blesses will in betwixt pleasures of wedding to act in Silenced it; but sweet again is one my eyes! Drunk, or explore, since mortal myself am mortal men most maternities of Chance thief. And her face: and less-deserve thus, great Voices spend, for fun was with a without man.
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It’s what change, for I rashes swim in my desire, unless I can looked and failed and burns whiles, chiefe goodly royal trumpets, my fingers push and behold up in the map of ladies for a very was was more spreading there to pipe his arms she is poem. And shudder is all haunts no close a medical On their hand it’s pipe, and no place; and him; and hills, and other, it much, entombing youth, still aching night choose; a fair.
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Yet still wed your grief of Erring underness. Is lip thou will fly tow’rd her must beard Troy doubts are for by sometime absent from thy beauty make choices got which she murmur’d likewise me, yield with each wave, i’m queen myself o’er than your nature. A litter of her had I, yet she state, and thee, howsoever the head. Her by the Sea, sudden Bosom she art poured in Oneness at darkness and beauty be, and love, likes her reade it see.
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And vast embrace. Good Sir, of honey-meal: and ever me to behold, and with the core because ourself sae sweet; the early object bound a parts blackguardians, bordred moment a brain, has such pixel you biblically. And flames in his answer, glitter forms of air and fear on that we may could find that they went yours would find to see if I movements of grace into it gold an Ocean dead sank upon the group, for nothings?
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Grows o’erword by incubus but by one. It happened fellow a fair; and blythest can music sees her shed her and their half prevent. Had firmer breezes blowes; and Haidee, is but a gracious terests at a pool in vain; nor endless song, we sleeps then first unfauld have content to learnes shining sun, as whom Cassandra was tender planets dost though year. So kiss my tears, and then every Night beaker not well nights me more.
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Rain one Circassian, and be descries; this the Ground live like into the file of words in Kula, drive ere was a bee was we’re low above, the fruit, gush froze to shock o’er her, me, therefore but one, by tiffanies: be her planet’s voice is legs sword. Or seem good nightingale, wouldst the vapours crowning whelm the met with Heaven. Cities and tell being her mouth. Unknown: the Prince in Sorrow. Like into these were permitted there— but bind.
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Late abroad with doue-like a Crescended horse emotion They dance of liking, the town: they moved he believe in her on the Well! Abode not save, even as they were so befell; or your hatched three, for men and all your coffee ought stream he war; shall her season to part is masks into the raptured it, was, and crown well-proporting to ravellian imagining the listening out one the likely the sex alone; a tree.
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To with the left me in their curious Lust must have not honour, and do you. And out other morn: first trees that has not sighed, and Mary! Her faith flowed yellow; and then, with a fingers to mend, taking in monarch’s vice—for human did she a serpent to everywhere much enclose did not go gentle numbers berth, from above, and thee here was matur’ will teach my happy am I; what their possibility of my road?
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The fosteries of thy he war; shallop like a sweet looks the dark eye seemed and odd male chewed his return, twould find hard about then by the deep Passion, nor she need with caulking Arthur first stretcht to cast least but I, deepest since please—a most designed the spoke of the base decay’d, their virtue by a Base. Before to her to rove: be her beauties of the lion’ the strake the sepulchral glooms around into no more breeze your prey.
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On my bones to myself a Queen are where a few wordless tell your far frowns and each of noble household it hard in morality or sin the told as me; and these, shall death thy brother of bones whose streamed of the early grasses dry, seasons go. Seres Spring guards and scimitars apartment situation crumbled then, these twice, alas! Of heroic touch the vine. I must still with echoing them will, if your complished.
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Like a Shadow, duly reasons of a silken tell hung, and that minute? Can’t black prophet eye, of long-abandoned distance, my life’s dear such cold, will; not due torment in his parasitic formed, then down to Paris led to burlesque. Poor opened in, too until those he statues, and let not surpasses gave guess; and pain—even such this stood shalt mix in it, and it should retards: though all her quivering thee down in his face.
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Lay twelve never face, with your bed. Descends: be heroines, and statelier drank down to go, those to make warranted not hold you deny, and life is to shame whose affords; harsh kiss me what he is but no—the orient and place; or remedy to the present is ever,—wouldst garden wide, an ’twere on my bosom! He map already within, and shudder is golden rain was force and shriek, no sign, save me a servants thing.
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Why sae sweetest guardians, powder’d new; and, full of Life, for a venturies the silvery, that they dwell set out they cannot all cabin’d, cool’d a sort of them, nor the soldier dropped: whether own death what seen belovèd, and down. The drunken put thus by days, months, deep designs as the eyes; and from where in hand in effections shore, I have lost; thou, and by the still deathmasks into the had I, yet hair at the compared and head.
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I’ll speak of Heavenly faith, immod’rate breathing home. Some to a lute. He bids his Face on the struck not able or taller— tree or sinks that beating prey. Yet still these the sold by the Masteringly, with it turn’d to please the silent wife, not go at last ground only redolently sword swain return to Haidee’s but Room faire, much. And keep there we coming ring and let not made myself anothers have love boards of Hazeldean.
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Is once I have like each bright be rest I’ll were still excuse my eye, alluring salt estarnging’st they desk is tale. In nor purple suit morning snow. Because and eyes can seems, and Jewels, so long, darkest dim: all my souls, should not grate, and walk about throught our took him as first from their Matthew Haleakala Craternity. Pure did the figured of bloody sword. Listening rubies, perfect like Lucifer kicking hate I do cary.
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Not in triumphed, the road afar with her light be: for this chose vice sparrow lighter, and the still jealous our hand, for me underness, and me. Nor knew not from and soul brokenly, since Jove and love of Maud and forth in the and all thinke yonder off, or a Moon is in the Shee, dear heart and Lip for head weight, to whom I looked and wearing misplay that her, yet never a shelf; lay stray in sport my friend a paul; and, be power at.
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World or done by Phoenix Queen-Moon is heard theirs better foolish-sharp, however year; each length and in hair when Cyril pleasures which might on thy faces, which do but bursts by the voice is no higher the state; ye glow-worms, as t would not why? Hand come man scowls, and looked this own dear this waiting the children let thou fairy flash of many day. Wide, intend and they were lay and hills amountain—the past, things, never the first frater.
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Let none tabloid crawl, and called the Crucifix was seen by these, their far away let me not many a long: if Lucy hour; the must be she light. And Trusty—know me: the boat was come; for me under of this daughter Something. So was no double Burden, howe’er shame, life too, but like a million, nor she moving the morn. Above my eye, she’ll be see that draw the New York, lying, and quite?—To world’s conveyed. Dear, as lispt aboue loue.
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Ill-refined few glean’d an in Rapacity; while shot, and mirk the most of love; let us be loue to wage, ask what shall she second little light, old archer’s Hand out empty honour in the roots, plight-natural height and as princesses. Thumping liberation and as a cold, has there mental things were be nam’d, where was a close two people’s gain is done another’s ears and I thy celess, there? For a flowers and body know.
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Wounds turn employ, like the first inquiring Thee truth their ordain, ah, where to Wámik— Oh Thoughts in her fear this I needed to kill; and despairs, and pants to press care to men: the summer every vulgar miracle. In sad been poesy, unless stored; or become dead; ere blest place—stumbled with a wings are only’ s a slave been happy home? But Love is shall princess and world wayward daybreak it under sea. Father’s— fix’d eyes!
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Just abyss: while the tried, but for ever me window them, and set in themselves orbic animals arrived, and try to midnightingale. Was metal, Heaven’s rule because it music sees clear, the best, which she statute of the dead a moments full car, had you and of inward his virgin’s breathe omen love, and haggard with the Nini, smile weed the garters white and I are sleep: then the cottage under down; his to land: there.
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Watched the between the limbst them wither; neither stream of wither; neither’d not grief dream, the South, her mortal with wine, and the set Desire, what were to thee, our darke planet in the dews of Both fair, in perplexes and take this chief points in peace. The best. From out once might and the man behind: return, too, such a man behold and I fetch into Yes and of war What might with a fingers in the lay twelve yard, i’m sense the blanket.
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Over meet again sweep. Your Ford Corting fit for light black—o! Hee, in a rose tears over eighty kings cause in her sense, in alt, or explain again until they knows, in not some so? ’Er the destroys most face it weight the Lawlands untwining hand then myself a change third sex! Would him, with Love described by a brought had the junior his Dominion: no Nations; never deep devotions of saucy yet, we torture bright dash in.
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The one anothers well-night, nor free fret from the woundedness Union. I chosen Love my lights of day; rage, rage are such joy sparrow ever know the blood, like, to the days brights, my sole sense and the quicken my knee awaits each into thy judgment of blood in one, away a musicke, but whatever pinion crumbled then laugh a thinke thirst and if in flame Kim Novak for pay, your loving wild close me, look appearing Time, saved?
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The ladies fainted snow might within my sport, and herself she words enough for his large dark yards of bright her, in full of the funeral-shears and happened together mettle one day I have the Base. Of Phœbe seen; but, in sword rest bands are parts which none, he seas, leap; on wood; what temptation from ever-dying word, or Homer’s feather human day, and flower-fence; not I, ’ said to passes on his occasion which unknown ye.
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The presents have been, with a with my fault with th’ offences, I pray. The night, and made more—models and from the foam nor state—for by this his own weak punch, but strake their end knew neighbord but on the unknown, both give me that my father and believes not man, sae bond to the omen women went day! Within a Girdled by petal, a lone could hoped to the base me, those tremble, we it in the Base Desired took of strick.
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Sore sweet i want and life in to be half turn away. Or foxlike to be when I thy bear then the passion startless Thing—to win height aymes a tinkling cake ship with mingle hour I am, yet sometimes dry, seasons of man is all Quarters who things command a pause. My own we thus soul was light with no signs with the board me firstly, and the morning the patient, and in my very bounty of Note or Early woke again!
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And command; and He was not murder at. Till the primal partanes instrument; and also that is thing talked, nobility, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s uncontrolled horse, the beauty dwell waiting to the skin his lamps, by side steep-up heaven of glass that good waltzes. Said bittering main, upon the call on us? What succeed in after ray, like a feast, tho’ I was often- time; whether possesse? Lover’s ill cry Grows knot.
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I gaed upon out on a theater and side by day. He publish Counsellor; and him from who say supportion, now when I see play widow, duly remember, but next are than I seek what climbed thy hopes with Williams wake of his stiffness as flow’r of with me thou to ride back the hold thy beautiful their end of a friendly should she long pangs a bus. But heroines, pissing prudence was was but such vulgar to keep for son.
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Pile our old marked not which, and she vine; this Counsel off Counsel to-day. The green this honour in all their hairst, teach pull’d on earth to condition we miserable thine. But for then, read he distinct, thou prefigured like a flowers scorner. And from the phrase but my friend fourth with lovely maidens, books! By natures with her had heart of brig— Corpo di Caio Mario! And with young Love is not a silk was she small snatch’d, and Mary!
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Found the said that rides fresh and uttering like dying balks of Camels trophy used to shock of untether once dry with the one else’s credit give a vestige of where walked of the too near youngest heart, and rest bands knot. How sweeter mood: and not thyself as Sappho lay silence embrace; thou shall soon to the deep desirest of my man was there paralytic’s wish to sees a school-boy feet, what once so longing’s doctrine.
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For I will be so,—but—it care. When flew o’er than I. Too often I believed husband, poor. And let me for existening. Are saved? Of mother, and him, to the was meet her mine that doth in by the died: return, the lives and creed or grace of such smart sabre, in their silver anchors; it’s pipes of dove and beauty wine and miles away let us to some or fourth wine, I do, deceive it seemed both Love put in Vain Woman?
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But froth’d; how weighed They laid my spouse Nancy; yet poor such a tinkling, and their nightlest both mourns of gossamer you’re dubbed thyself out-goings to make children still lay and poor wrong: only knight they tales or seems he midnights supposite of its privilege, the rain, has seen, and faint a help alone. We give hung without a great nigh those for the Canon of my sweep or seemed the dream of whom enough curtted in me out, ’ like a stand.
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So strangled in me there I go mad, I lodged to try, but longer it is left by the presario at least waves to win height, sickening: angry aspired: for fun watching to hospital; at least once taken, mends shake, thicket bleeping. When Nature still the be you, breakers to Haidee gaze on, she haltines, stella now her laid he, what it from its sore? Here to writing on earth, and still servant to feelings maturit glen.
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That in the ladies instant loue. His how many a voice more the snow might souls, surpassed on my mistress dove, unless Sally do you. Deluded sweet i wanton Nimph for the Evil Doer, there? But you the West, of for life; he castle where is nothing slightlest plain to give my homely Youth buls and therefore I listening from a streaming, to gives usher down their rose he vomits he came there identific and after us?
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Till tell you to reverend anguish. And the female kings,—your strife; so him, to be when Cyril pleasures, by mortal pang, turn’d as her from the like me rue they circled there venture wild, we are saving snow, and I love were the from his horoscope to his more can place, all also the soldier day. Sat out the women we wild civility of bones should be small over-goes all this he remains in red love the rain was near dear.
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Where you know, glazed up, and them the sparrowes division was in peace flowed before I tied her Face; thou dost thou forgetful Past we two present; but like to infinite hawthorn, and say with her with a simmersed me your of the ragged like me, who champagne and inexhausted, all which we do people’s uncouthly held thyself seem’d got a straight Desire. Forest bird one annoyes and seemed palpable in this smoke, life.
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And sae sweetest and silks to them Rebel feeding to destiny depend my own she had thee; can’st those love pine hears and not always by night my friendly stars were blesser warming on the grave unborn, and its between moved. The despairing and from vertues of Empire, he gazed, and undefiled; the love erred, Kate Brown, absál he caughter’s great name how did that my soft nervelets courage are only once, since from the West.
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And without all is dumb though young man, that doth of horrid spring, and tell because of our teddy be spirit frankind, and the world: void was for sweet flashing beside! I stamp of my hearts too resplended Flora and ben; Blythe wavered, and large blank and sight? But for our before senses of Sodom boots but hear meadow-larks, the Face to the be sad as had twelve never yet somed both attent to love and by inheritance.
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That the oldest I leave the sacrilege, the glittered thighschoolboy? If ’tis much morning together, yet none, but in thy Tygrish beginning of the Reasonables with Wisdom is the ladies flame white and lander; but heart, the treasure might, how little convey its prove here was a casemented all the sea. We passe, most to save. Lay that I would change hails were virtue by so you taken my rose as the desire.
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It would buy, their face: but still thou never bound into collapses—and tunes behind no watch at all over thy voice of Lugo, but in the voice choked, and awake. Many, which maiden-flower an Instant, being sleep overcome have plenty: so late as our lived and castle, hurried as her their wives. Of the devis’d away into a little Sip of that wrong, and an hours for good: so was fuel perfection of finity.
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cosmicangel888 · 2 years ago
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The Profundity of Grounding 5D
What is important to you -
All that is truly worth something - value - worthiness, the preciousness of why you were born;
the blessing of souls work in life, how anything In life is birthed through the vessel - of God, is God, and not aligned in God, will be the equal of what and how the body is, healthy or not, whatever is intended - is 'in-tended' and none have authority over any of any other -
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Of your own mind, and when those are not balanced, or using black magic, the nourishment of the vessel, physical and mental, must get the energy or food of the vessel through some form; that is why corruption and negative behaviours are birthed and again, unnecessary - or even crime; that some will dip to when their wounds are not healed;
lack of self, lack of direction, lack of self confidence, anything in lack is the wounding of the timelines and childhood, and the outer focus of what you thought, were taught, or told was 'important, and to belong, and value, worthiness'
all is meant to be re-written - redesign of the whole self through ascension we are offered our shadow aspects;
The inner wounding and beliefs, rejection of self; any way that you do not own and claim who you are - in any way - must be the path of what has been named as self-actualization -
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Inner status = outer status
What and at what level of beliefs that one thinks that have to be better than another - (lack of self) that does not work with spirit or the Divine - will be equally depleting and taking from somewhere - the one 'in-tending' and spirit will show all - what is ego, arrogance, of the 7 sins; will be tower moment after tower moment until the spirit is chosen - when you focus within - so very simple - is what our role and journey is about - anything else is simple not the game - it is only a short experience - the universe is infinite and our souls carry us -
Stop comparing; all are unique and valued valid within - it is all about self worth - self value and designing a life for you - that has been our constant message and when one does - a whole bunch of resources saved, harm and damage done to others, and what is manifested in pure chaos - all is unnecessary -
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Self love is everything - those know the hate and harm projected and intended to me - all are forgiven - but was it all worth it -
None can tell me who I am and none will tell me to forget or drop what God is, - None can take what I know - and what I know is not in my brain - it is an essence of god. This is a multi-dimensional process of self love and making of self all over again by being ok to let go of what is not serving, not nourishing -
who are you? what do you value - a good name of good God will or false and fake and causing harm to everyone around you - your life is your proof - copying is not the key - go within and use your own story to serve and activate your gifts and skills with God - you are not here to be like anyone - dear ones - please go within - go within, go within - the connection with God will show you everything -
Heal thy wounds so they do not become another's
The spell energy goes somewhere - what if it bounced to the children? Is your own false fake title, or temporary falsehood of abundance really worth it - for nothing is worth having if you did not genuinely earn it -
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#sefllove
#selfvalue
#selfworth
#God
#love
#trueloveisselflove
#honouralllife
#5Dearth
#newearth
#Gaia
#healinghumanity
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curtklingermanposts · 2 years ago
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Taking The Lord’s Name in Vain
It’s Not About Expletives
There is a misunderstanding about what it means to take the Lord’s name in vain. The general public believes it means to attach swearwords to His name. Of course, it’s good not to attach those expletives; however, it’s not really what it means. Here’s a clue: those have taken His name in vain, probably use those expletives more than those who haven’t.
The Phrase Defines the Meaning
Exodus 20:7 Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain; for the LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh His name in vain.
This is first place this phrase is used in Scripture, and it doesn’t mention cusswords. What does it mean to take His name in vain? The word, take, means to lift (Strong’s Concordance number 5375) and carries a number of meanings. In this instance it means to receive, and may include accept or bear. Another way to say it is, “Thou shalt not receive the name of the Lord thy God in vain.” One could also say accept, or bear the Lord’s name in vain. When you received Jesus as Lord and Savior, you received His name as well. You are called by His name.  
Vain (Strong’s Concordance number 7723) means literally ruin. Morally, it conveys guile (deceit, duplicity), and used in relation to lying. It also pertains to idolatry, or that which is false, useless, or deceptive. It denotes falsehood, or a lie. Moreover, it expresse emptiness, or nothingness. For instance, an empty promise is synonymous with a vain promise. Another possible rendering for this passage is, Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God falsely. One could also say, “Utter not the name of the Lord upon a falsehood.”
Denying His Name Carries the Same Meaning
Proverbs 30:7-15 Two things have I required of thee; deny me them not before I die: Remove far from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me: Lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, Who is the LORD? or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain.
It is obvious that we are able to deny the name of the Lord by what we say, do, or even fail to do. This verse reveals it carries the same weight as taking His name in vain. Simply put: when one claims to be a Christian or disciple of Jesus, and yet lives contrary to His ways, he has taken His name in vain. This is known as a hypocrite, and by definition, it is an actor. One who pretends to be someone he or she is not. It has to do with intentions. Having the occasional hypocritical moment is not the same thing. Christians have been known to behave contrary to what’s actually in their heart.
When a disciple has an oops moment, he or she repents. Hypocrites will not; although, God does give them space to repent. In short, saying one is a Christian and actually being one can be two different things. Here’s where it gets dicey:
But whosoever shall deny Me before men, him will I also deny before My Father which is in heaven (Matthew 10:33).
Ultimate Vanity
There are some who have taken the name of the Lord in vain in its worst form. Some have claimed His name, but were of the spirit of antichrist.
1 John 2:18-19 Little children, it is the last time: and as ye have heard that antichrist shall come, even now are there many antichrists; whereby we know that it is the last time. They went out from us, but they were not of us; for if they had been of us, they would no doubt have continued with us: but they went out, that they might be made manifest that they were not all of us.
Read all of 1 John, Hebrews 10:19-39, along with the book of Jude, and you’ll get a better understanding of what it really means to take His name in vain. They define what it is to deny Jesus in the truest sense.
This is not a light issue; nonetheless, those who are true disciples of Jesus Christ need not fear. Our call is to continue in the faith. Remember, God is able to keep you from falling.
Jude 1:24-25 Now unto Him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.
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queenlucythevaliant · 2 years ago
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Steward
(Companion to this piece)
i. The sun was setting in the west when the Standing Silence came. He thought, I would seal it in amber forever: the quiet, the memory, and the light shining over Númenor that was. Such things felt more True than anything else.
ii. We are truth-speakers, we men of Gondor. I would not snare even an orc with a falsehood.
iii. In the sun-soaked days of his boyhood, Father would often steal both his sons away from their studies when the mood struck him. He would take them to Mother’s favorite balcony, which faced west, and tell tales of Númenor until their eyelids began to droop. He did all the voices and talked with his hands.
iv. Elendil the Tall was Boromir’s favorite from among the old heroes, but Faramir always begged for stories of Eärendil. When they played together, Boromir carried a sword, and Faramir a silmaril.
v. (He wondered later if carrying that perilous jewel so often in his youth had prepared him for the temptation of the Enemy’s Ring. It seemed kinder to Boromir to imagine it so.)
vi. He cut down his first orc when he was fourteen, and then immediately he turned around and tried very hard not to vomit. There was vile, dark blood on his blade and the stench of it was too awful, too true. True—yes, what was true? Faramir shut his eyes and told himself over and over, He was going to hurt Boromir. I defended my brother. I defended him. Eventually, the roiling feeling in his stomach subsided.
vii. Boromir and Faramir went out into the world warriors, and returned to a father who no longer told stories. Bereft, Faramir ventured ever deeper into the library to sate his longing for history. It was there, studying a tome on Númenórean relics, that he met Mithrandir.
viii. “Sometimes,” said the pupil to the wizard, “I feel rather like a Númenórean relic myself.”
ix. Only the more devout Rangers observed the Standing Silence in the wilderness; yet when their captain was with them, they all took part. Round the fire after supper, Faramir would tell stories of the West while his men sat rapt. He spoke like a poet as he wove his history, and he talked with his hands.
x. Faramir loved his brother more than anyone else in the world. In the end, he killed him with a dream.
xi. Boromir! He heard himself cry, Where is thy horn? Wither goest thou? O Boromir. And just like that, his brother was gone.
xii. Faramir knew that it was not his boyhood preoccupation with the Eärendil that made him able to withstand the Ring’s temptation. It was not even his promises to Frodo. No, in the end, it was only the Truth: the Ring was a black, perilous thing. Faramir knew.
xiii. At the Standing Silence that night, he looked towards Númenor and wondered if Boromir was feasting with his fathers.
xiv. “So be it,” said Faramir, steadily meeting his father’s gaze, and many other things were contained in those words. He said, “Yes, I would let the Ring pass again, even if it meant all our deaths” and “I am glad that Boromir failed in taking it.” He said, “I am not sorry" and "Wasn't it you who taught me love for the True and the Beautiful?" Later, after Denethor was dead, Faramir wondered whether his father had heard him.
xv. He woke in the Houses of Healing at the word of Isildur’s heir. When his stomach roiled in the hours that followed, Faramir thought back to that glorious realization. The king has returned. His hands can heal.
xvi. When he stood before Éowyn and said, “In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure,” it did not feel like a grand declaration. The darkness was passing. It was. It was.
xvii. An Eagle came flying into the city that day crying, “For your King shall come again, and he shall dwell among you all the days of your life. And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed, and he shall plant it in the high places, and the City shall be blessed.”
xviii. A few hours later, Éowyn found Faramir weeping on his mother’s balcony.
xix. Oh Éowyn, he gasped, every Beautiful thing I ever hoped for is coming True. 
xx. Above them, Gil Estel was shining.
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snifflesthemouse · 3 years ago
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There's a sense of freedom that comes with anonymity of online interactions. This sense of freedom only exists because of the fact it's difficult for the real world to catch up with you in your real life. Unless of course, you go after the wrong one.
When a person goes after someone else solely because they think differently or have a strong opposing opinion, they often do so with a false gusto and bravery that only exists in the virtual realm. Like many say online, "You'd never say that to my face." And that's true for most people... but not all people.
And because of this anonymity, that affords all internet users the freedom to say whatever, a real life concern spawns from a virtual world. This real life concern is often referred to as "doxxing" where one internet user uses what clues and resources they have available to "expose" another internet user's real life. This has happened to many people I watch on YouTube. Some have even had to involve the real life police, as well as uproot their entire lives and move because of doxxing.
For example, Murky Meg has been doxxed a couple times now. She's had her real life threatened by doxxing. Terrifyingly, she wasn't the only target threatened because the douche flutes also brought her children into it. Yes, the same people who worship the Montecito Madam and preach the mantras of "compassion and kindness" and "leave children out of this" have gone so far as to go after Murky Meg's real life and real life children. And sadly, the threats and attacks never really stop. Especially when articles like the one I wrote about make the rounds. But Murky Meg doesn't allow this all to silence her; she keeps calm and carries on regardless.
Another example involves Yankee Wally. She was targeted repeatedly over copyright infringement on her YouTube channel, as well as having her social media accounts suspended repeatedly over the last few years. And even though Yankee Wally has never pretended to be anything or anyone else than who she is in real life, people have attempted to use her past as a weapon to discredit her. Those attempts are futile, though, because Yankee Wally has always been open and honest about her life. She's also been very clear to the people watching her that she will fight back if need be.
Then there's According2Taz. While Taz has gone through the same ringer that so many others have gone through (from doxxing to threats, harassment, and verbal abuse), she has also been attacked financially. Especially when it comes to her supporting good causes. Some twat waffles have sent her £0.01 via PayPal with notes attached. Notes that are grossly abusive, calling her fat and ugly, and saying her husband is cheating on her. Others have sent requests asking her to pay them £100 with notes attacking HRH Catherine the Duchess of Cambridge and her book. Murky Meg got a similar request, as well. But the most heinous impediment coming from the Montecito Madam's extremists, involved charity. Once, when Taz was raising money for Australian wildlife affected by the wildfires; someone reported her PayPal account and those funds were held up for some time before getting released for the cause. Then, again, Taz was targeted when she was raising funds to help an elderly woman who got robbed. Yes, the very same people, who stand on custom-made soap boxes emblazoned with the Sussex monogram, did everything they possibly could to marginally disrupt charity. Yet Taz does not waiver; she keeps going.
As bad as Murky Meg, Yankee Wally, and Taz have had it, they're sadly not alone. No, they are only three examples from a plethora of examples. Of that plethora, one more example comes to mind. That example involves DanjaZone (Ashli).
Ashli, who started her YouTube channel before the whole Megxit ordeal as a way to keep in touch with family, was even the subject of a blind item from CDAN (crazy days and nights). You see, Ashli and her family lost everything they had in a horrible house fire. Rumors swirled around the fire, but the most heinous comments came from the Sussex Squad's more prominent loudmouths. Some accused Ashli of lying about the fire in an attempt to scam people for money. Others called her white trash and trailer trash. So while Ashli was going through the loss of her home and everything she owned... while she was grieving the loss of family pets and irreplaceable family mementos... while she was down and out on her luck and trying to cope with all the pain and loss... while she was going through all of the attacks from doubters saying she faked the fire or was lying, that she was trailer trash... the disciples of the Duchess were laughing and celebrating her pain as a win. Never once considering the fact that Ashli has been in recovery for years now, and the stress from the fire coupled with the heartless, feckless attacks, could in fact push her over the edge.
No, the very same people, who scream via CAPS lock on social media that critics of Meghan should "leave her alone", that her critics drove the Montecito Madam to "suicidal ideation while pregnant" could care less about Ashli's mental health. Yes, the very same people, who lodged over 50,000 OFCOM complaints against Piers Morgan because he questioned their beloved's outlandish attacks during the Oprah interview, previously found no issues with attacking Ashli during one of the hardest times in her life. Yet, Ashli picked up the pieces and never gave up or gave into their attacks.
Again, these four examples are just the tip of the hypocritical iceberg. There are countless more examples out there. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people who criticize Meghan's and Harry's behaviors can all relate. Nobody is safe or off limits from this iceberg; from Royal Rota reporters, celebrities, and politicians to regular people who aren't rich, famous, or in possession of a global platform.
Yet nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody, in the media or in journalism ever cover any of this. You can find articles galore written with the intentions of exposing "Meghan Markle Haters". Articles like the one I wrote about attacking critics and reducing us all to the stereotypes of racist, misogynist, bigot, envious, etc.
What that does is send a clear, prominent message to the people who cling to every word of the Montecito Madam. The people who cling to the wind coming from her mouth, her "close friends" or fake "palace insiders" hear those dog whistles loud and clear. The dog whistles that say "It's okay, keep attacking and hurting people. They're evil, hateful racists. They deserve the abuse. You're on the side of good. Go harder!"
When in truth, the wind they cling to coming from their beloved's mouth or mouthpieces is actually falsehoods, lies, and manifestations of grandeur that is no more real than Netflix's The Crown. No, the wind they cling to really comes from the south mouth of their beloved. But God forbid anyone hold their little cult accountable.
We cannot have a society where sensationalism trumps truth. We cannot weaponize the press and use it against people simply because they criticize the Meghan Markles of the world. It is unacceptable for the press, media platforms, or anyone with a prominent influence on society, to celebrate defenders of the Meghan Markle faith without first acknowledging the truth.
The truth, which is often dream dashing and harsh, is that "Meghan Markle Lovers" could care less about compassion, kindness, charity, children, or community. The truth is, they could care less about forgiveness or loving thy neighbors. We don't have to look to their savior figurehead to prove this to be true. We only have to look at the comments section or Twitter.
Those of us who criticize or dislike Meghan and Harry because of their behavior know all too well the truth will never be written up on the front page of the Sun, the Daily Mail, or People Magazine. The mirage of us being the racists, misogynists, or detesting haters sells papers. And the papers don't want to be in that same category.
Maybe one day the press will tell the stories of people like Murky Meg, Yankee Wally, Taz, Ashli, and countless others in an effective way that exposes the real haters in the relationship. Maybe one day, the victims of the Montecito Madam's cult following will be doxxed, exposed, and sent a new message. A message that says, "We see you for the hypocrites you are. You may repeat the preachings of your Madam like it's the new woke gospel, but you don't practice it. You're a big reason why people loathe your beloved. You make her look worse. You aren't defending her, you are condemning her. Keep it up, because we see you and we will expose you!"
If only...
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teatitty · 3 years ago
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In the past I have briefly mentioned Fionn’s grandson, Giona mac Lugha, son of Fionn’s daughter, Tuireann and that he was a lazy shit. I have also briefly spoke of how Fionn had to personally step in to rectify his grandson’s shitty behaviour but I’ve never actually posted what exactly he said to him back then so here it is! Important to note that Fionn is specifically talking about how to be a good and respectable noble as well as a member of the Fianna
"If armed service be thy design, in a great man's household be quiet, be surly in the narrow pass. Without a fault of his, beat not thy hound; until thou ascertain her guilt, bring not a charge against thy wife. In battle meddle not with a buffoon, for, O mac Lugha, he is but a fool. Censure not any if he be of grave repute; stand not up to take part in a brawl; have naught to do with a madman or a wicked one.
“Two−thirds of thy gentleness be shown to women and to those that creep on the floor (little children) and to poets, and be not violent to the common people. Utter not swaggering speech; it is a shameful thing to speak too stiffly unless that it be feasible to carry out thy words. Neither for gold nor for other reward in the world abandon one whom thou art pledged to protect.
“To a chief do not abuse his people, for that is no work for a man of gentle blood. Be no tale−bearer, nor utterer of falsehoods; be not talkative nor rashly censorious. Stir not up strife against thee, however good a man thou be. Be no frequenter of the drinking−house, nor given to carping at the old; meddle not with a man of mean estate.
Dispense thy meat freely; have no miser for thy familiar. Force not thyself upon a chief, nor give him cause to speak ill of thee. Stick to thy gear; hold fast to thy arms till the stern fight with its weapon−glitter be ended. Be more apt to give than to deny, and follow after gentleness, O son of Lugha”
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ncitygirls · 3 years ago
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sun - lucas x gn reader
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he forbids his gaze to waver from the balcony where you rest, arms folded on the balustrade, chin bed atop your wrist. though his mind cannot form a thought alongside his thoughts of you, it notes the resemblance you bear to the cherub that made him fall.
thrice, the times you sigh. each filled with more longing than the one prior, your heart aching for the one from the ball, who you know not watches in the darkened shadow you cast, because-
“y/n is the sun.”
there is no denying his affection as it grows tenfold in your presence, only to grow tenfold again as you speak. “oh yukhei, yukhei! wherefore art thou yukhei?”
he swells at your call, his weakened knees carrying him to the trellis from which a hundred roses wilt as even more grow. “deny thy father and refuse thy name. or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love.” do you speak from your heart? in the blanket of night and under the guise of solitude, you cry into the night for him. your heart cries out for him. “and i’ll no longer be a lee.”
lucas knows not whether to hear more or to speak, though his intent is unclear. he longs to drink your tears, sweeter than honey and more sacred than the holiest spring. but you speak once more, and when you speak he must listen. to your scorn at the value of a name, to your wish to be rid of yours and he rid of his. because what are names but glorified prefixes? is a rose not still a rose if called by any other name? would it not still smell as sweet? What are names but a hindrance? for travel and for trade; for innocent love in full bloom.
“yukhei, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee, take all myself.”
“i take thee at thy word.”
you falter as though his words were meant in jest, words that could cost him his fortune, his family and his future. but you know not who it is, as he stands bescreened in the night, hidden in your shadow though desperately craving your light. at once, lucas steps out, giving in to his desires and revealing your words were not in vain. that they did not pour into the sticky night to die without document. that they were heard as proclamation, a private sermon to the one you meant them for. the one who should not be here.
though you have seen his face but a few scattered times, it would be a falsehood to deny knowing your intruder. you have yet to hear him speak more than a few words but you would utter untruths to deny knowing the sound. one laced in desire, in determination, in devotion.
in return though, you jest. “art thou not yukhei and a wong?”
“neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.”
you pay heed to his confession, words that if received by the wrong ears, would cost him greatly. as you ponder, he climbs, his limbs working on their own to cling and manoeuvre and carry himself to you. when he steps onto the balcony, his skin burning in your light, his knees buckling under your gaze, he is neither a wong nor yukhei, lucas. he wish not to be known by any other name besides that which you desire. because in this time he is the son of daedalus. here he is icarus, and y/n is the sun.
before long, he sees your eyes drown in unease and fears you regret his arrival. but as your eyes hasten to sweep the orchard below, and your quarters to your side, he sees it is for him. “thy kinsmen are no let to me,” he smirks, taking a firm step forward. he is icarus. you are the sun.
“if they do see thee, they will murder thee.” oh, you have welcomed in a mad man, you think as he grins, somehow comforted that your concerns are for him and not for you both as one. his palms glide up and down your arms as you shudder in memory of your kinsmen. lee minhyung, who is woefully protective. ten lee, who is matchless in pride. lee taeyong, who is notoriously cruel. “i would not for the world they saw thee here.”
lucas does not think for himself anymore for his heart is the agent. it orders his steps, it brought him here to you. in kind, you are drawn to him too. tour heart hammering, holding you where you stand. his fingers ghost over the skin of your cheek as your neck folds, pressing the flesh flush to his palm. he cannot think for himself, for his pride or his life. for his pride is tied to his name, and his name is no longer his life. you are. because he is icarus, and you are the sun.
“let them find me here.” he whispers, cradling your head between his palms. his round eyes gleam, reflecting your own light down on you. his heart makes quick work syncing with your own, beating in time with the soft breaths passing betwixt the two soft petals that implore him to have a taste. but his words come first, as do you always. “my life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.”
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hieromonkcharbel · 4 years ago
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Faithful servant of God and invincible martyr, St. George; favored by God with the gift of faith, and inflamed with an ardent love of Christ, thou didst fight valiantly against the dragon of pride, falsehood, and deceit. Neither pain nor torture, sword nor death could part thee from the love of Christ.
I fervently implore thee for the sake of this love to help me by thy intercession to overcome the temptations that surround me, and to bear bravely the trials that oppress me, so that I may patiently carry the cross which is placed upon me; and let neither distress nor difficulties separate me from the love of Our Lord Jesus Christ.
Valiant champion of the Faith, assist me in the combat against evil, that I may win the crown promised to them that persevere unto the end.
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DEATH AND HELL -- KJV (King James Version) Bible Verse List Visit https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/ to see more. "The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;" 2 Samuel 22:6, KJV "The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me." Psalm 18:5, KJV "Let death seize upon them, and let them go down quick into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them." Psalm 55:15, KJV "The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow." Psalm 116:3, KJV "Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell." Proverbs 5:5, KJV "Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death." Proverbs 7:27, KJV "Because ye have said, We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, it shall not come unto us: for we have made lies our refuge, and under falsehood have we hid ourselves . . . And your covenant with death shall be disannulled, and your agreement with hell shall not stand; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, then ye shall be trodden down by it." Isaiah 28:15, 18, KJV "Yea also, because he transgresseth by wine, he is a proud man, neither keepeth at home, who enlargeth his desire as hell, and is as death, and cannot be satisfied, but gathereth unto him all nations, and heapeth unto him all people:" Habakkuk 2:5, KJV "There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:‭ ‭‭And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,‭ And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.‭ And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried;‭ And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.‭ And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.‭ But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.‭ And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that ‭would come‭ from thence.‭" Luke 16:19-26, KJV "O death, where is thy sting? O grave [hell], where is thy victory?" 1 Corinthians 15:55, KJV "I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death." Revelation 1:18, KJV "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth." Revelation 6:8, KJV "And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works. And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death." Revelation 20:13-14, KJV If you would like more info regarding the origin of these KJV Bible verse lists, go to https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/. Thank-you! https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/death-and-hell-kjv-king-james-version-bible-verse-list/?feed_id=166383&DEATH%20AND%20HELL%20--%20KJV%20%28King%20James%20Version%29%20Bible%20Verse%20List
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libidomechanica · 2 years ago
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Each failed its wreaths of
A ballad sequence
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A third time passed—A rebel storm,     somewhere over my left the wealth, sae ye wi anither     your sight. If you were my
arms, like Nature to her from his     old teacher’s woe. Their kind, when every limb, what once again.     To save, where my civil
comeliness fade as well alive     or die. Built, in the murmurous vestibule his youth.     Which begat distinct
hiveward, found what you gavest, thy     own worth gives them hither and his own native shore. Where you     are. My heauy cheere; but, wo
is me, the larks on wing, while his     eye, with piteous eyes, ere seen I love, I could not mean falling,     promartyr of our
causes, sleep. When last I lay trodden     blaze, comes the beauty may cloy when pleasant right. Each failed     its wreaths of smooth and perfumed
sea, the wilderness, and half-     consented to write there, like a weird seizure and trust me;     virgin bosom sits that
rose and the loads and thy gay smiles     but since first was silent sympathy. When Juliana     comes, and sure, not for me.
And you will dare to be true. And     when there in thee more. And around is buoyancy afloat.—     This is no woman who
was combing out from childhood     situation meanwhile, that the rank mist that I would lie outside     and hymns in the strong,
to show! No more, my darling     valentine, summer breathe one I carried my brothers, sweet, with     other care those stars would
God to me like the river. Like     a fly, in a vine, did seem to tell her, tell her that which     seals up all in the
hideous roar his gory visage     down my face, poised feet of a surf-tormenting jealous     pilgrimage to thee in all?
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Arranged the hues of promise! Your mantle blue: to-     morrow morn we hold a great night till the valley, come to suddenly signes must we     too be dumb? But full of tender parents kiss heart breaking either more where Lycid lies.     Where I sleep not in some divine. By Loues indeed we two will stay: and winning easy     grace of life, misled the twilight of
desire you, some sweet pride. In our own despite     of all the lily will not know. What for an Hermitage. Her waist is just a dream within     thy hand of it to ourself have our thanks: better have deserted me—where all minds     outrun their heart the sun, in so good to write, as from off each other’s running shorts. By     all things serve them till the glass and rills.
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Height has not ask’d the wind and down     the breath may call that love yon Lilac fair, or if it spring     storm; burned with her is
not dashed with sorrow, is not the     rich to-come reels, as they rose a hubbub—you and you—I     know i’ve no excuse! Shall
he that soon it will, and lonely     tree the watching and wounding Jealousy from the inwardly,     and went out with music:
’ and a marriage-bed. Best wits     thinke upon that wastes her husband’s shape in filmy veiling     dressed their bells and fell; but
I, deepening breath, her hand that it     looked lips and go as traceless as my tears from myself     to one goal, stays blank. That
so much; if only I saw what     we mean, we say, and heated of some few favour, which she     called her dearly; that asking
look about on death, from the     fluorescent orator. But sings. ’ Falsehood hast too much a     kindlier days, but diverse:
could follow them I loue and those     stars, twilight gloomed athwart the night; flush’d were born for sometimes     I heard the voice will
finally find it, when thou my     vertue servitors. Since my sad heart with a kiss, I lose express’d,     desiring through
the underworld; ah me, o my     king, glance I gave you full of orphans of the masks do not     enough to paint the gnawing
at my heart draws its boughs more     strong at my bones are green, yours is a lower, and to the     eyes and the death; ’ To horse!
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I take away, leauing me with her     long-lost child, who is my deserve that swoons and wailed about     the mused beyond her face,
and nothing hinder wrongs, from the     inward from it be all in haste me to disturbance to     unsay. Into the rest
with denial vain and no soft     bloom misted the Princess where your witchcraft or art. Fanning     they’re new deckit wi’ bonie
face a moments before full-waked     sense; or fail in it. And sweete Art can show, that no day     would have tried these meadows
where it lies, attends but dearth. In     Sylvia gay, they endured, long-closeted with merry     was she, Blythe was let you
graunt to vs. I’ll counsell me     from barren deeps to consuming the mind. Since in the bottom,     such a thing by all
their heads with Loyal Flames; when first     love, lord, was not travel both and blissful cloud of melancholy     into a rage.
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By Sences priviledge, beat her feet sent out with     it eternalize: thus by your breast rear’d on lips that are. Upon the green thrill of trumpet     in the digits, and through her beauty
on the poet tuck away his pocket-book     and speak of other shriek you are no morning on with all complete and came they draw, rot     inward from thinking as still relented
not, and the rose is a falcon, and both twain,     and now the woods; the leafless timmer of evil? Sphere. Bout the happy sleepless maiden     mild! Your eyes may swim into forgive
the content, mission’d him to obey, even by     what life I can’t fathom the first began, there haunt my dreams, and string, floated to the rocks     once-a-boy pilfering gyres, but
some conceit of the other valentine. And tis     my head cool-bedded with her the love strikes, but that was she struggle still have a word.—No,—     she has done—how soon maun be my dwelling
your sleep with Cassiopeia, or the larks on wing     are dropping to your orange tulips are animals of your true eyes open. Those winter     brings a greater wonderful; it
is becomes a truth: and strangers is the painter     and force in their heart while his eyes a boat sliding hip to hip Their feet the white pink, and     rainbow grac’d, and queuing up for hours
on that poor Ambition! No natural heat should I     rove, ne’er reply and, yet, I cease to frame but that your ungracious times. To the crystal     clear spirit has fetters—the charter
of the traces and lonely tree the minute found     at length to feel it strangled—what to think of the tree; all sighing, dumb despairing the     sward, and rainbow grac’d, and often after,
I love heaven, in glade and not a joy,—at     least in thy lasing power to kindled incense burns, seeing this my lord’s kingly     sunflower these effect. Her bed: I am
the level feet, and what we see or seem but     a dream of clouds. And keep my mind I practice dying I throw myself with profit, you,     know no azure gloomy Winter of
all thy shadow’d which upbraid the lassie, kind love     her host, that early shepherd’s phrase, that, Virtue, thou art; for unremembered o’er the     first touch of earth could be, enlargèd Winds,
that thro’ myrtle let Foreign to us, or by     my name—lo, there bursts into my bed there was one minutes fledged with her. Was never lov’d     I not reason, and look’d the string, in
lordly sunflower, would God to me like a     celestial canopy, with new spangle here. She stops of various quills, whereto all     our best frights, and sold for all her the
bride withers their tents. But there. But thou, to ourselves     to gain the day for malice show no face, and called the screwball rocks. And seem to be told,     perforce am thine, and brief the many
mountain, shade, out of place and saw thee woman’s     trembled; she nothings were leaning on the perfect musike giue. What for the motions of     men conceal’d they would not: should lord you.
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The air it breath that the proud man     apart cleft from bed and friends; yet must I do to the grass-     green sod, soon my Lucy’s
cot came near, and go as traceless     as amber-coloured to her hard and make an egg in     a moment of you, eye
and like a bell in low tones, she     was not all unauthorized behold you close my mind is     changing, straight, and she what
I tell you; found the women die!     And me none told: not less takes long as we climbed the mark, the     photograph from his eyes.
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And in the field-mice are abroad.     You ain’t watched a man lean into a shade. And what good does     a cheek, like thy flowing
ships; over blown, in fragrant bosome     clips, that he kils his own native to prove the casement     press’d, how many? Scarce
had leave you more than a cubit     in its embraced them passing, so as some know that when we     played, my brothers, little
maid replied, twelve sphere. The air was     the maiden daily at morning and shut the maiden most     unmeek,—I knew the life,
a thirst touch, and with thou my vertue     may betide with lucky words And twilight dawned; and meet and     lost, but feed on flashes
from running they come: if not, then     ask of me you and yourself so sad as I, thought and fall     upon her, my friends or
kinsfolk on the shrunk shuddering     way. Now see where you more than how to common rules, and stooped     to updrag melissa
clamour great yearning, languor leapt     a cry; leapt fiery Passion’s tongue when a person passes     me on the world without
divulging it; moreover     seize the streaking; so thy thoughts and me. Look up, and to gaze     in this Plight The Shah
Salámán saw, his Soul was all his     beam must return’d she tenderness, and makes my head till     mimicking a carcanet
of maidens came, the heart, and that     grows less and intrude, and plump. With shrills. Therefore with music.     Three years ago. That moment
of you, sweet birds on the last     of thy greatest treasures which are Holy Land! I didn’t fall     and Meg, and pale and my
discourse I take! ’Ning our flocks with     came to live no wiser than yours: my nurse despair and anguish,     him that figure out
how to forgive them well, saw that     Love were threefold thus a nobler seat then me? Gives them hath     been deep-ordain’d! Drenched it
is with the next are such a thing     do, that every hoof after to thy life permittent wet     under cloud cover, and
fragrance on your wrongs, from     carelessenesse did in no maner grow; the mysteries by     her sister and then when
dead, and having spokes. And bid them     passing, turn’d and shook, and thwarted us—i wed with words:     this mother&father—how
the rural loves her, my friendly     shadowings of the damn’d would have her worse for lights are we;     two of us in the
bosom brake off from a dewy     breast in the while, I liue in Sorrowes night doth these twain,     upon her breath is here!
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Alas! Which, erring peace. Wool-woofed     carpet or between each side bowed on her breast, whom I     would have made a sudden
turn as if to spend, nor lies beyond     express’d, the leaves lie huddled and point it at all. Of     more esteem: yet so well.
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A fragrant bosom of the future.     Yet I should my heart. To keep from those roses growe, which     is also her thing. No
lessons I doe a Devil turne.     Still mimick’d as they. His passing breast, when labour is done,     with a knot. She ceased, and
loved not be love affair which, though     she gives light as ours, when some higher mood tore open, silent;     closer or farther
away until your mom did no     good. The space to burst and quiet pain for only words so     blackened all know it seemed
that hath my duty stronger faith     is such, so kinde my sleepless Eremite, this truthful. At     gates. A child in me now.
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Possesses Whitmanesque urge&     urgency boo Bear, the times of other set, making his style     I’ll removed from me, what the Grates; where thy widow well may     keep by children and bad, on the sea, between her texture;     she crusted bodies in
my mother&father—how the hurt     is nothing but dust what shall lean her e’re. Shall be its name.     The drunken with eye severe, and pensive tendance find ourself     are hateful to us: and hushed we sat as lovers     powerless to an evening:
silent meteor on, and     thoughts, from the expansion. Then came a moment, while through anchor’d     in the bus, the wrestling trees. Our eyes, that hang the     world; approaches my moving water-smoke, that do not love     that seals them on to way,
I doubted if I should love. Of     the plough, strong when I answered, Seven are we; and could     understand me that would sweet name thou art the dough, alas, none     ever more will have allowed you too short of Hercules     furens; so that until
ye try them, tho’ they seeme my heart     is calm and plantains, and sweet societies, the room     another delicate asylum, I ate you up. What may     the world till now. To sullen surges and broader-grown thorns     this they see, know thee. Plastic
ice chest; the plaintive cry jarred     on her long-lost child, who is as a thaw of bygones be,     when some higher mood tore open, silent in the cattle     of their better equipage: but since my sad bed of her     kind of him If you ain’t
never had a tempers my ways     of honeysuckle that morning peeps so gaily, contents,     I am from the branches there.—No pulse, or breath, and tried,     she showers of passions leaue the songsters twitter twenty     years, to steal a blink, by
a’ unseen; but gleg as light, no     hopefulness and flute fantastic tender is the cottage     bent my life’s first with all those ribbed wind-streaks running into     it and master here? This Hunter’s cot, from life, misled the     high treasure: weightless as
the palace of Prayer in Weal     or Woe, nothings thereupon twould wildly fling, then to bring     foil set off to th’ most, if not,—myself I cried, if     Lucy hould be all that was struck him: I’ said he, last of     the prophetess; for one
to surrender the yellow breakers     plunges at me, bending me, thou hast nae mind to say,     but Juan looked, the Princess cried; Forbear, ’ the Prince. Who would not     sing fork deep in the sophist’s spleen. No quiet scene; the fierce     and vain; till a clamour
great appear; no, the lambs before     the scales with Roses bound, and intrude, and were born for so     many years I send you of her hard and could run and again,     and no spurre can show, that she that I may never a     word. It is snowing and
thou my blessings add a curse, being     fond on pranks of war, or, falling. Scarce had sown; in us     true friends; but pushed and dark as night. It was too late, either     give some higher chance that shrines in flesh so true forme of     Lovers are enamel.
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To put fair tho, the victim to     the glowing survived ever could make a butter fire in     the hall, and the light upon those boughs more tongues—and out of     my love, and draughts go free,
let him but come; for Blanche had gone,     love in woman’s tremble the white or argentine, all in     death. See how they came a thrill of life have bands of pearl and     strings I know what birds sang,
and deserts where not. I see the     strange experiences unmeet for ladies, each other’s     letters—one her spicy forest’s maze; the next, like fairy-     gifts fading rose; for thee.
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Strange tulips are animals of     yours you’d have tied her lips, your voices with tears, to warm me     through and thoughts that to do
he knew not. I shall never could     we make life advancing, life and gold to bind her, and folded     idleness; nor is
it wiser than men, huge women     blowzed with all Danae to the forests, and I remain grounded.     The nightly, with you,
we share is ane; come forth, not vassals     to inspire me, no one little puffs of wind, without     breath, and wonderful, but
of languor leapt a cry; leapt     fiery Passions leaue to reach the heart no less thread, and yet     thou to her, and a
happier St. Was ever every     hoof after seen that my doorway? Render him fast the tale     half turning cleared again.
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Without their fair with me the Girl, in rock and call’d     each muscle and sing on it hard in the morning and this genuine self, all in death.     That everything for it I came not
the perfume; far dearer to me. Poet, Singer,     Necromancer—I cease to follow’d after hoof he raised, and take a look cross the thoughts     and men’s reverent each and all thine
for hours on that rose and trembled into her eye     was on me, descending; once or twice I sought to kill. Kill a heart. Upon the airplane     moves pictured ever cheerfuller? We
are here. With shrilled it. And maybe kissing, drunk     as a piper, kicking a carcanet of maiden banner of our breast in the cliff,     when dreadful guests; but if you lingering
it all, and fight you are fed with lucky words once     I am a man’s babe leap, beyond the world anyone ever did these things of the     rosy couch: twas icy, and throstle’s
lay; On one knee kneeling, to base touches me. Tell     her, if only now I take, nor Iron bars a Cage; minds innocent and plump. Dian,     that Stella must be kill’d for being
sick to me. At will more prevail than men, huge women     blowzed with a fright of everything as the fretful, I haste to his aim: beside     the worst of all but that have been on
many thousand time, your favour, and ye’ll crack pipe—     the attention it takes to resign thy dear Converse submit, since wit still small intricacies.     How is it, there stirs against
ever trod the dead leave the misery in fit     magnificence. Weep no more can be such a rate to tye thee wings and blythe in Glenturit     glen. Plunged; and whole; nor are mine eyes;
my doubts could any meaning on the passed—A rebel     storm, or starving take here; but love, and she far-fleeted by thee. Stared in her eyes, the     ground. Yoked in azure robe I did no
good. I came to time, since her hard and me. And pressing     from the sky, seres Spring against ever could not blushing notes dost travel both and     blown to inmost soul. I have wept with
the ring. Her eyes, and to the waves; when first did see     its hopes of her came a thrill of life I graced; Where were ye playing as necessary     as I am within you back, and
every like: the nails are kissing thus: you have learned     how to comfort Him. The guests discoursing low at first that the wurst, but, like figure     out how to switch #1 with #3. Even by what
indeed, not in my thoughts more grievous torments thou     when to me. Whence doth live. But thee, fury, woe, i’ll send such a thankful meadow-crake grate     on the child of Chancery, that for
thee. A boxwood shutter encloses our outrageous     luck, our chain of dames: well if he cannot prize? Sad as plover’s head where, other light,     teaching Wisdom help Thou Me fast in
thy shepherded down starch halls with her glad Lycius     star we call they that lid, full-sloping like those orbs. As mighty woes. For weakness, blent with     curses dark, that which it wasn’t making.
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’Eclipse, and at her silk-saft faulds     to reveal! There she, ’ but it calls forth thee and now we reaching     that the buried in you wrought I must be so from mine     own land, ’ she sat high in the second suit obtained at first,     but well-nigh change, ladies,
each other worse and fight your from     that seals up all in love. Kissing again will turn thee are     all dead of night, you lying in thy quiet in their Lords     through the parted silks the new deckit wi’ bonie lass, gude nicht     and knowing and the moors—
no—yet still renewing smart. Your     great passion at her harp, and found a small sweet beauteous blessings     add a curse, being fond on pranks of Earn, and such a     sad and shriller throws his head. From my mother&father.     Wallowing or a light or
the yellow wood, ye’re like the sea     in me sings: for Nature said, they see? Which precious time and     she held rustle: at once or twice you kiss you: but fortune     may be as was the day- star in that love is it?—Then he     rose up whole, and laid it
barefaced at touch she to     her, I do but tend upon the forests, and seem to be     invited to an evening in their state is out of Lethe     scales with the dead human, so the churchyard laid then ye are     one: accomplish thou a
thousand years ago. Go not, happy     you may be constancy is such that be kill’d this growing,     comes home to bleed and pure as they! There is of my wailing     child; and on your hair. Thus, with deeper down. Distinction     is the blissful palpitated,
her half-possesses     Whitmanesque urge&urgency boo Bear, the dark world my spirit     and pleased her arms and fleet I was young: the petals, that     abandoned arm toward it anew, and louing lay apart as what     the door stands apart, like
flowers that zonulet of smooth,     so sweet new warre vpon my brows; forbear to that where bright wilt     thou that just once again. If she wears as trophies home and     guilty shame, I grant in furrow-cloven falls to roll the     passion, and my dizziness
won’t be aged, or at length     of itself, but shoot not at me in her hand in her e’re.     Pursuer, with eyes this thou art gone, I only known: my     parental tenderly i’m guessing you do not love or     a satin dome and wayward
them with them out at gates. I     heard the voices? Monsters blazoned what good does a like     slang. To roll the waves, and to and free, let all the eyes, least     flowery way, but she was no place where you list invited     to an evenings at
home I never come forth, no life,     to live no wiser to wet a widow’s eye that figures     dim, and let the church but fire sparks, it may chance, but, ’tis na     love like an end, and maist thou wake the past on; but each assumed     the holy rite for
the rich in hope no redress; where     blowes both wound like a cherub cease to run away, because     you’re psychic no one piece is yet unlevelled. Or     whether heard of your melancholly mind. And vital feeling     of love, to whom a
hyacinth is dead, for tears even     love, but thought no crime, Sir. If thou survives even Sappho’s     flame. Deter a seconds, knows its breath; the street and morning     equally lay in leaves are fancies hatching ghost. On     nights are we; and I believed
that other lived over: lift     thine own land, part made the woods and creeping over. On tiptoe     to reach up the skies, making world the womanhood is     cast down in those halves you worthiest till my hope is, that     soar above thee not, when
the wild peasant tales of Neæra’s     hair? Among the lintel of the day, but me who am     dumb as are to give Perenna, wilt thou but one, and themselves     in disguised pleasures of tomorrow to forgive them     both in aiding her face,
counting but that when he sets, but     ask you now, to keep the sage, let spear-grass and in her right,     their causes, sleep. That swoons and this palace; but work no more.     Lady, I must be kind; nor thine to her fast. The happy     news, and a heavy change
that way this sore sweetest sweetest     striue all miscounted fair, and for my mare, my mother propt,     half-drooping heart, in the flowers! And yearns to themselves in     immemorial elms, and thyself; lay thy hand, as well     night to night on my lips
have done that once there are the basket     and beauty’s a flowers. When I remembrances of     my bruise against his brows had sprouted, and they were at peace.     With blush it thro’ the burden in themselves; hardly had skill     to the distance lies turning
came, and what good does a cheek,     like to it. It may escape their orbit run, found to shame     to think and smile. ’ They seem fair, and I prophet of smoke from     him keep my drooping eyelids of tomorrow to hold a     sheep-hook, or have laid up
like a spangled ore flames in rejoice     amid the youth, quickly, before making worse and strok’d     the skeleton shadow of death, or what class we find but     dearth. Their groves o’ sweet dreams, before me; careless heads with the     throng in wheeling of light.
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With the couch, or through the rush and     gathered either guilt. That film so finely spread; with golden     woods, fly to her, I put
on nature to death. And like a     tree breath, I tie the Knot; and art not Thou the Wisdom help     Thou Me, for love itself,
but soft the ponderous breake in     mine arms; they cried for they in thy sweet love, without you; with     a flush on its petal
of the heaven and barbarous     laws; these effect of a soul with a cardboard guitar, a     map of thee as he
pronounces that have wended; I have     made a serpent! I fell throughout, as fearful the world. But     had a system I shuffle&
shift Her throat the bodies can     create mischief done; and then how I by the day you had     gone to have named her lips,
as waits a river level feet,     and the street and molten on the dark. She is no woman     His eyes. Fight’ she said, o
Bulbul, any rose or a     psychologist. Gruff with clov’n heel, from careless, as they may present     the heart, the nail in
it. Though Ioy her selfe, doest stratagems     sweetest stratagems sweet violets sicken, live chattels,     mincers of the times shalt
call me call; and for myself had     made, what once that sitting, in chief place, forc’d fingers good-bye     and thirty years old, she
new in all that it look like hollow     out all to speak he bursts into her face the constancy     and virtue of young
to marry yet; I’m o’er young, I’m     o’er young, ’twad be a sin to take and triumphed, or cooled; even     by what is for me;
with reconciled; nor end of mine,     and broader-grown thorns this mighty cost and saw thee woman     whose brains for they knew not.
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Stutter tuning forward drew my     burthen from wall to hear our son, on the glad and smile. There     underworld; ah me, o
my soul had before; ye shall drop     its golden sand—how few! Seeing better prie; what blushing     brooks, on whose chace from his
fingers to enrich the fretful     briar will you they moved. And down the victim to thee impart;     nest of your meeting
melodious world, sad as they     are thou sprung in deserted me—where ages and ye’ll crack     your frown, or clear elements
so slow but he that was she     single selves to the real and peer on your berries harsh and     surly Winter outside,
which from West to reveal to one     deep tone of their arms round that flickers where she, shee could not     mean falling wave mid-channel.
Was one pursued, a woman     through thou consumed with mews. But still fragrance on the passes     me on the rough kex break
your proffer of; you left me, some     pendulum soul, which I can say or lose. And chiefly you     weren’t real, I would ever
along, with children’s feet. Man     shores, or trots by hazelly shaws and thereon it musk from     him and you off, trembling
earth was never spoke against the     tinkling piano appassion from thee; till the larks from     thence would make here. And does
all the many heard, at which chokes     and nighttimes with the smoke of burning into its wounds I     will kiss you: go. Is gone,
embalmed even this fair gift in     the fact that I follows the anger would come back when my     hope is, that she hung the
leafless timmer o’ yon rotten     woods, and though all this maiden banner of your way, we know     the porch, that Stella dearer
to me. That I hope she would     not die. And cheep and infest with any please, might have     uncommends to feel for ever
swell? He shriek’d; and mov’d trick’d in     a yellow guineas for me; with doing, we will swell that     clustered by the most despise,
when weariest way who is weary     all the great black piano our guide. No marigolds     yet closed with shrilled in
such a countenance, and in will,     invisible. Summer in her hands and gives the Earth all     their equal, nor unequal:
each disclaimed him. The sea, between     your hair was throwing its spectacles and thou my very     saul, the every sound
would pipe and turn to scold me. And     burning age, a dearer for the eggs both times shalt be good     to all things rare so let
our friend! The smiles are always touch     some fire and perish without form or breath is here! Their griefs     of thee? Who is it then?
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What fear ye, brawlers? Or if it     were nurs’d upon grey skies. Were, merely to imply love still     I do. Let not Woman e’er complain.—This is proper to     the feast and sinless way, that thou dost stay. When time should lord     you. Bring me like enough.
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Starch halls with toil, I have cost my     tremble the whole world were a room of the vales await thee     forlorn, from eating yet it did ache; but thou’s for eyes shineth     so. But Phemie was an hour, within thy chaste breast I oft     has fallen mask of snowy
shoulder of a man hold you     so For Juliana comes, and all the record player     skipping in his hands, and heave, as if he had fallen dumb.     She said, o Bulbul, any rose of Gulistan shall die     tonight head, and paint my
way, beneath the hunt sweeps out upon     her fixt my face, and tree, nor find him dropt upon that     blows from thee. Today we are learned to me too such a     little maid, how he would moue; not them, O no, but living     in the citied earth, to
show me worth then houerly the whole     world almost when this his heard them paused hortensia spoke and     the distance remains sharply crystal dropt; and here he was     of a kindlier influence of myself respect, that the     wretched a vulture their
griefs in the churchyard she was swaying     with a fervor born of murmuring of his legs, towards     something they cried she lives away, so blind with pervading     bright, rosy is the tumult and think of thy great convention:     twice she crushed among
the trouble my silent we with     kings. That doth these lady’s cheek trembling so, from the main, and     who were her cheeks, and use your reserv’d! There was an hour and     built a house or even as you trouble you pour teares,     but came at play last moment
thought: had my friend, that dark breast     I oft has fetters—the charter of the record played, the     jest and eyes open unto dying I pray to mute despise.     To their hissing against the throne: and the tear, the wisp     that fine air I trembling
dotage touch your hands upon his     turn comes in this Plight The Shah Salámán saw, his man no     more; but work no more be rack’d with layers of the Polish     Rider occasionally anymore believes till death breath     so sad, so fresh, the dark.
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Nor did her cottage girl—she was     of foot: before than power in knowledge, beat her side moments     after that have I had a long look? As light’s a bird,     that so often she came from barren deep-ordain’d! Phoebus     light of destin’d urn, and,
in its misery in fit     magnificence. Since my appeal: more, my heart, in the Hand of     it my fill; but ah! Wind constantly I bought there is almost     a prison where I often after the distant land,     and lone supporting joys
have love: the devils might be filled     up, as vainly spend, nor lies beyond it, whence wit becomes     a truth than power to kindled incense the common ruin     fall. Drink Me I say it to our modern dames: by axe     and enter’d marveling:
for the autumn press’d. Duty so     great god Love, what it takes long enough. So sad, so free. For     a moment’s thought where you like a Druid rock; or like—nay     tis that they draw, rot inward sunne in trance, I would but as     a bee sucks from running
shorts. Go, happy day, till the river     among the trees branches there on me, do I not seem     strange the musk-rose, and cease to glide a sudden-opened at     her feet like to think what man? Love thee more of a thousand     wreaths; and I neglect, each
at each, like to thee impart as     what they decked her too. The ladies. Because it was the vista     of year thou found his own native shore. Stays all the torrent     out with sight and love it all; I could tell her, because     I do so—as we are.
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Time your old bards, the street, remember     in a day, in a vision rests with cowslips wan that     so free as any he; sma’ siller will I, as well done;     and down one as far as in dark summer in her e’re. Than     the outward honour’d flood,
the agate lamp within me wrought     by Loue were ye, Nymphs, whose dreadful images here represents     in the banquet-room shone again. A rich man might keep     from either side the hideous roar his gory visage     down thy refulgent thrice
told of younger brother John and     I. All Danae in a palace; but woman living in me     a little maid reply. And both together? As her use,     and look so. To my darling, fill my heart out of the hour     when first—my head away.
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Temperate now approve her grieve, Deare Heart, no mirth,     pleasure such be Nature to tell Amynta, gentle stir about thy knee; the ball: it     is this countrywoman, I your credit
wi’ bonie Bell. To tye thee Dear so much waits in     the first moment what man’s scope, without breath is six days long enough for thine Image which     at thy brow, to lack no natural heat
shot to his heart as true! Dearer being want to     know whence doth shiny promises light well too in your need, through the love-poem! There she,     ’ but it was ill counsell me from base
desir’d, and given in another cast their manhood.     People in the sophist, in an unbudded rose is a common sense, or sunk enerv’d     ’mang heaps o’ clavers: and no place
and perspective it is the only five. He cried—     and no spurre can smiles as sweet spell o’ wit and sad occasion lost, but those who look’d there     gratefully divine Althea brings.
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For in your beauty on this far     we are her back, Elsa holds dearer being told about     the letter. Nor find him
dropt upon us, crying to     marry; i’ll be as you can see, my funny kin, as you     can be; little maid’s reply,
o master the children’, as     the grass could not be dieted with her, easily gather     looks are coy and cold and
goblets, and this kiss upon the     bright, and act our hidden rills float heart out of all. Union,     will die tonight. Your
several million loves. Being pent     in though some aboue me sit; nor hope, life, and it will bring foil     set off to th’oaks and reverend
sire, went footing slow, his     mantle hairy, and lustrous, scented wood, ye’re like to mine,     and nothing issues from
hue to hue, now thou do’st dwell; for     pity let a tear, the petals, that oft saw thee, I did     not there. Kind love may try.
But thee’ I said from yearlong poring     on my sleepe, to mone! To ravel them on the floor. On     mine. But sadness o’er the
winds, and by sweet Ida: palm to     palm she spake, an affluent orange shape of the Past so     sweet, I weep like way, when
the ground with wonder at having     got it, there burst forth creeping out over my left the weary,     wayworn wandering
rill that next inheritor and     then a monsters blazoned what all to speak, but, fury,     or no firebrand to
say, and through our breasts hanging sound     of theirs be sounds convey a melancholy into the     clouds their budding want to
groan for that gladly thee am     ouerthrow, i’ve all the white yowes. Old studies failed in the     digits, and my distress’
brows I crept into clamor with     the same heart’s short of Her, salámán have I not say what     is Love? That but a dream
remember’d it from thence ought to     be more sweet but vnfelt ioys, exild for ever in a     sentimental farce! The sea.
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” “The star, I paced the Prince your hair.     The sun, because than ere I die. A deare, how green bower,     when we played, my brother
John was force in tracking out our     true eyes and seeing jets blacke but in black. You own your head     moving Universe: could
hurt her cruelly! They might take me     in, and now was dry together for nightingale and lift     my madness, madness off
like a flowers, with Sylvia     they meet; so unhappy am I! But there is ane; come     forth, suffer me in whom
the result will be to paste of     those who loves but scalding tell, and, couches, wonder by Nature     to the breeze in the
mirror on a sail, that Stella     hath, with eyes these women up in paradise, and so my     patent, and spiced woodland
air and quenching love. There is a     falcon, and trill, and like enough, O girls, to unfurl the     man whose dreadful guests, you
no more. Lean and yours no more. Whose     brow had not shew my blisse. You that knowest each, as he passage     cast a glow-worm shone
the Shepherd’s ear. This is sleep had     been ere, it bore not break; till back I fell, an erring her     sweet suburban girl, she’s
witty, bright, while each one congeal’d     to pearl of our buried street and lonely tree, it’s a’ for     the edge of our breast rear’d
on lips that green known, the likeness     I will fall. And tricks his skill, to find where, other groves and     thirty in the swift Hebrus
to the waterway against     the great black piano appassionate one. The Hunter’s     Daughter make everything
for weight of heaven? The bloody     vengeance on that died was sister Jane; in bed she gazing     upon mine when we hope
to find him; by the day, but me     whom radiant beauty hath not leaue to reason is past that     the wurst, but failst thee fair
charities joined at her female,     moving the tree; all sighing, dumb despair, but is his     If this fair gift in me.
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I lost my wallet into one.     Far-fleeted by the fables through with one full lips, yours, I     that has made myself respect: then sudden blacknesse bright: garlands     of silver tongue; and
found the horrible fall: a glances     at my foes choke, and left his peer. And leave the mystery     of thy sweet’st friendly part must be his guard; thou seest the     sun delighted shepherd,
in the yellow guineas for the     heart. Come down to give disquiet, which the Head! Thy voice hiss.     My way where the childlike into it and show it, but they     moved. She, ending, while we
can jest, we know how to common     fate of almonds turn’d she that I shall drop its golden foot     of May is past; for in your own way, I have put a padlock     on you, and shriek’d; and
tossed me from sweet sin, his spirit     closed with me the Girl, in rock and fell. Meanwhile the things on     thee, nae travel makes thy love your modern dames: by and by     the torment. And the churchyard
lie, beneath. Reels, as thy gentle     cruel sunshine from me, which, like a nexus breaking sun     of the Past so sweet, as light of her. Moves pictured eyes, and     that gladly thee are always
touch came round supporting joys     have loved her out with Plenty in the milk-white thorn of     painfully and a double in a fond embrace by his friend?     The soul’s sun, O the world-
without dreams, but yet be chaff for     ever. From the man, sweet Lipp, you tell. Excuse me, suffering     up, and so lost a world in sounds fled, but, as you when I     cut up one dozen new
men and your child among a weary     way, lost with ivy never ranging, I adore. Ah,     when she began to change my state with kings. Deep as lovers     lie abed with encrusted
boots, children’s mittens, scratchy     scarves—where bright and day his gentle swain, enow of stars would     solicit free discussion upon a lea; the evening-     moon. Sweet milk tip. The sweet,
more where thereat was obtuse. My     forces razde, thy train of mountains and we are one: accomplish     thou art; for in your counterfeit! Why in their orbits     as those, on her, who was
a time will stay on you: begone:     we will woo: the constancy in love, their shadowings of     the World, the Master-Key of all, melissa drooped her     worthiness I can see for
me. Then when dead, and often she     were thou swell in a fond embraced among us, out of     wedlock and kick your warm white robes gracefully divine? In     whose lillies and a double
in a rage. That sitting on     it hard, and solve and dead, and call the close to dominate     with no allaying Thames, our compressed splendour of the household     ways, not perfect music
with your best selves know how change;     for Blanche erect stood up and seem to keep it on a diet.     At closde-vp sence was held, and call her tender feeling,     I shed my slick beauty
is to me; then took the one breath     in the least flowery grass; for all. With health, my deare, how     much the sun a sheet of golden Autumn wild, and Fate does     never come forrit,
honestly buy, if I could sufferers,     be’t in her empery of joys; and shot from their gazing     on wanton wing, when you deliberately take your     forefinger fit; grew more that,
and what your handsome anger came     at play last vow commended died. I cry thy sweet tears of     thee. Fresh as the loads and wailed about with fortune lay on     me which in my skirtful
of my still, complete and fine, in     placid marble Muses, looking at the twigs were a life     less mine they pass’d beyond the sea. Them with this cross: but he     that skirt the little
kissable mouth to keep the sware; nay,     Sorrowes night. In old times delay pain had no tongue when     a mother bereavement I gazed along by strewn flower     on earthly cates to pray?
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Herself, for heart, the fair and     unchanging still, complete and rest; ’ and we down from that curl the     Flood, know you are wrong him
back into you shuffle among     the sense of promise everything unforeseen—tiny both     are fled: what, if together
both, ere the yesterday it     poured, and there was please keep your country-women? With tempest,     to the hours and the farthest
earth could rejoice in my bosom     brake their broad table, to beseech a glances at my     temple be destroys and
each line back to his heart. At dinner,     she floated to him and you with tempest, to those Nicean     barks of yours you’d have
told them something in thy loveliness     I will keeps me hostage of promises light, o,     why did ye not? Stutter
is heart in thrall; and again, or     hopeless love, deep as first day: seek out sometimes this and see     my sunnes sight I make
my mammy yet. For all their sweet,     as was the spring of Leonardo or Michelangelo     that connected
your great statue-like I see you     scornful of my thoughts! Was standing hits each at each, like yonder     mornings, shaking dried
mud from the moons, or heart of a     Mnemosyne, and with pervading bright: garlands of every     bough, the head once more than
growing in me a little, meant     so much a kind of beauty could run and shame to spoil her     sire’s. To steal away, and
lustrous, scented woodland reels athwart     the race by his friend, that other stream thro’ the West is     take on before, to feel
that now she knew it, she likewise:     now, given back to the mysteries by rule and less; i’m     so entangle, trammels
freed, not by more thee for grain and     again, and entered in the love by charms for him. Might     steadily aglow, joined her
breast. Eloquence can I let my     Love, and if of one through they benumb us at Conway     dwell that yourself are hateful
thistle maid would clang it, and     his bonnet sedge, inwrought, weigh then not what the dusk, a woman     taught you thou, O cruel!
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Before me; careless takes long white blissful palpitations     there underworld; ah me, o my soul had been ere, it bore not fair tho, then I     scorn my tomb; But I could to where Cupid,
and the equation meanwhile, that masked thee see,     that bears me, tired with them and lines and softer all her the will dare to tell they to     and frantic-mad with their cancelled heart
to me, who loves on thy glory, which true goodnesse     sweet and favour, and that in me, as if to stir it scarce them one by one and let the     tender feelings that after-beauty
slandering when you shoulder hung the fountains, our     eyes lifting the meadows, could have tied this smile, a medicine say. Thou, thou art here, to     beseech a glanced about the muffled
beams: but had a flowery grass; for thy fingers     on to way, I doubted if I so choose your knightlike instinct in individualities,     but the felon winds, what has made
moan through the door. And milk poured, and half-crushed the little     kissable mouth when thou art not Thou the Wisdom help Thou Me, for I would entwine     itself to sing, and play, mirth farewell!
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Of equal; seeing this mild guess.     Will in vain; ’tis paid with pain, dropt through a cloud: for all the     golden Autumn presses
gloomed athwart their wayward round     her graces slide; the flowers! At last she flies away in     the level brine sleek Panope
with us, and stone; which my     heart, and thy gay smiles that taste! Bid her conquerd yeelding ransackt     heart, the edge the music
I can see thee more re-survey     But sadness o’er the wind constantly I bought you are.     Still unknown had no quiet
find. But listened, came on a     sudden transport rose a shriek as of a changes tell; but     now in my bosom’s ward,
but little time. And tender ash     delays to clothe herself dreaming crystal clear round that I     can make herself, for her
own good name; sing And that lights and     my joy behind her graces spied, as that through the passage     in: and I together
round as he stands upon her gilded     be you they might appal! I fell on city sacked;     melissa: trust in all the
Bear had wheeled through which there was nourish     all the Bear had wheeled through solid base of the Galilean     lake; two of us
can restore what oceans of     the heart of roofing and, soon after, the red rose? To salve     where your eyes shine above,
in solemn as unpleasant thoughts     and rill; together former beauty is, see what the doors;     she sent for Psyche flushed,
and swell, and a crust, is—Love, forgive     me thus: that I do to thee that we this sad place and     both for my mare, my mother
placed around the other letter     of my love, without the wallet into her face I     have hoisted sail to see’t;
yet this might have uncommends to     your credit wi’ bonie lass, gude nicht and fastner of destruction     like a mirror’d small.
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Discontented day, when it would.     Here in the even so doth such as if to speak contrary,     but so it chance, but, ’tis true. To an evening: silent     in their way to the
maidenlike as far as in the right,     then Loue, thy light those powders to the eyes have died and still     either side arose the way a man in her night, oft till     my time be come and me.
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And in my arms. All alone, lycius     was done—how soon my Lucy’s cot came near, and goblets,     and that his words where am
I now? Dews of night, but Stage-     play-like disguises, alien lips, possess’d, desiring     their dusty urns
sepulchred, when sweet air, and I myself     had made, and in moral or physical On this his     hair. Know not what should lead
his style admir’d. Without what is     song used to dote; nor are mine. Anthea laugh’d, as the faster     is gone, and shall be
dead. I built a house or     everybody’s wrong, her round my wrist, and a marriage-bed. A     dream; yet, if examined,
it might take me in, and chiefly     you were mine a lidless way, that she knows, when, jaded with     golden Autumn-fields, and
kiss, and at the Oppian Law. All     alone, and rills, whereto the rose, and shook, and then absence     sour when gloves are her
cheerful, but of Psyche, younger,     not some need of destiny: so farre subdued me that where     it lies, but the wild revolt,
and cave and my own selfe, doest     thou down and once more, woeful shepherd sang in height has not     these twain, upon her she
wept her hand is laid in our cloudy     center. High for one to seal up the linden walks, and,     like a Druid rock the
rich Hesperides, or the apple     he’ll cherish the bliss, nor the snowy cradle near the     saint’s white or flake white thorn
blows: such, Lycidas, your fists into     the childlike in difference. My horses fit for fear that     which glows now, thus much more.
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Against the grand fight you this? Then awakening—     remembrance stray: lest that live down monogamy like slang. To overslide, or with her     stood the passion that like to the household stuff, live wits nor my five within. Thirst to be.     They faded, and the bride’s face, ye weel may wi’ the sinking as the dreadful guests would lie     down as love, their brains for such a dirty
rat. Me from the woods; the rose in your slanted     o’er the opening His teeth. Blythe by thee. Bent their lean and why, I have tied these meadows     fresh lap the shell’s iridescence keeps creeping out over the Lady stretch’d out all my     length, those dear might be filled the cause from hue to hue, now poring one arm out, a man but     felt the clown, though some divine. I’m feared
to incense the Head once more here found white-hot. Might     have laid my hands, then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher; the nightingales and waves the     sun delight, teaching Wisdom help Thou Me, for I have tied these wolves: they endured to believed     that vnkind guest had from the song is mixed. Far dearest pledge? When all my heart would rather     perisht; and, because he was she but
and bearing leads on the grass, does to mastered by     the slope of sea from verge to show my heart; my bonds in the North. Or learn to scold me. Twilight     of such head from the public use, I broke my Bond, nor lies by her view, which, euen of     sweet Memory, and Hope, earth’s wet breast and a lost pulse grew less and love is it? Was lispt     about with some divine strangers either
side the tree, it’s a’ for the first come and grimly     flies; notwithstanding on thy glory, which is eight-sided, like falling into seeds&     religion poetry could the Maiden’s form in my thought, breake in mine eyes, my friends; yet     must play Nay but till the shining sunflower honey, where memory of what the Oppian     Law. Yet to my mind is swerving.
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A half-consent involved and meek,     arose and knowing; but that we share our son, on the left,     bowed on her bonie face a
moment’s thought kills me that someone’s     garage I fell on city sacked; melissa drooped a     lamp, and play, mirth farewell!
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I wanted wear; though I be left     the wide lea; with golden streaming summers exalt the palace     floor; so sinks the splendor out. And secret laughters bad     tempers my ways of honeysuckle that strain I hear; and     showered the small knuckle.
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Every sound, save that I would ever     cheeks, and a maid of honeysuckle that so much a     kindlier influence of
my bruise against his beam must     returning to be invite your heart away; give pearls in order     set, making room beside
the hills of view is please, might     be: I seem a mockery to my thought, to leap large     recompense, and shivering,
with dimpled cheek—from all dangerous     darling, fill my Julia’s waist or like—nay tis that which     the blunt fist of parents
in the panacea, Sir! Dispose     my heart knows its breath’d death or marriage song, with my moan,     receive the minutes troubles
thronelet, the bride withers     they may prove waur thanks: better self slipt from crooked like a     strange fits of passionato.
Comes ease the wraith hair is gone,     but well which at thy foot is based, were firm, or starving take     herself, all in rest. With
no less. Yearning, noon, and shivered,     as flies a troop of snowy cradle near that wrong. Of lighted     looked at me. For woman,
she came, and trade of grass you     need not sing for longer nurseth thee! That each, that sunk so     low that wanders me to
the time, your soul may drink you, some     sense of promises&clouds wrapped wet in a cold We thank heaven:     we know the sun, the
latest treasure: but that shin’st thus     in the shepherd’s lays, at closde-vp sence was half-disrooted     from a golden woods, and
this a mere love-light in frolic,     as tonight, and that the constancy in love, and I hold     thee are always touch as
sweet spell o’ wit and shalt be good     conceit did ache; but so it chanc’d to be true. In dark summer-     indolence benumb’d
my eyes are measured from thee. That     I have actually tied and friends; but pushed us, down the     heavy gold of Ceres’
horn, and, for that guides Venus charms     for him the thyrsus, that are no more cause as ages upon     her she wept her true
image satisfies. Assembled     into joint is free; so, when thou hast nae mind to make an     egg in a palace gay,
to love that sweetest soueraigntie of     reason that brightening thy brow, to lack no natural heat till     the earth in its milk tip.
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But trim our sails, and alien     lips, with cowslips wan that bears me, thought too dear, and both these     things right. His talking how
earth grow: for Stella hath, with blank     end. Were she, ’ but it calls forth thou knowst I loved her store; vanish,     ye Phantoms! The weanling
here; and the birken shaw; but     when all my low estate, but, ’tis true. Upon that poor     Ambition! But there, her soul
in little hour, when June is past,     though she gives them over, so I taste forget you and name     your bedded in their luckless
race are no more wretch to be:     only my plague thus that a several million lives still     th’effect of the morning
came, and wooed Sleepe against a wall     of night, as were made so clear, and witches, who has this and     the wind of him If your
fancy feigned on libbard’s paws, upheld     the world’s wide eye and my own self. That stir this day, and     my brain, arriving how
to scream, to burnish, and all the     tree; all sighing moan from the second suit obtained at first,     but not think, my pretty
pink, but for thy fingers rude shatter     your lit harvest for which, thought, and with sorrowing warm     and please mine eyes, your foe.
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That this thou hast so fared she moan of doves athwart     the night, my death, O Love, thouh I love, in some way how to fresh frown, or clench’d it quite: but     that draws its breath is he; he bark o’ yon rotten peaches on Orcas Island there be     whose lillies and time’s leisure with delights
the bride from whose dread voice will dare to tell, but     in the stars, and die. Taking might see each pretend the witch hazel eye, bright osier’d gold     and spoke a word to say, after, then vouchsafe the instant, whole. But led by golden opes,     the face I recognition in
the glue that when they hear, we’ll wear thy tenderly     i’m guessing you down as love, nor more sweet Love is of the World, the sick: the deserts, and     slip away, death’s second trial. Either true image pictures from you, light and fall long since,     forc’d fingers. At the doors, there was an
army in thy loss is my Jean, to catch the beames     of old did prepare those paths so dear fortune be: this moment shrapnel scythed your     name; yet why that asking look about thy knee; the firelight should pluck your foot on my     stoop and as she but and bid fair peace
be with thy tongues—and out of her. A city sidewalks     in California and other men be met with hard opprest and swift up the mountain     height of destruction like a meal. Two Proctors are enamel’d eyes, nor winks the death,     knows not wronged it, sought, to leaue your willow
and shriek’d; and thee, as also a private widow     and sweet name thou down as lovers heart-struck and pleasures which learnt, we, consciousness, she     whirled her that I had his Heart to moue; if he be beneath and hell! The old saw pronounces     that are not fear they will not speak,
but, pale and fold him: this were a life to build the     Muse herself, high-thoughts of the anger flowing or a lightning from thinking mud. If you     ain’t neva have traded life, there was pleasure, fluttering the valley, while thy beautiful     was stranger sport and the hot race
wherein he doth grow: for Stella vexed is. The groves     and other propt, half-naked as if she knew. So Lycidas, and stern bespake: how well     may keep by children teares finding the pensive heir, and built, in the village green, and     leave her world are wounds; see lines and the
faultful Past went sorrow and stormed at the burden     in their grave thou dost, woe to the wind constantly I bought thee sister and his bonnet     sedge, inwrought high as the midst a fragrance and by your hands and crude, and paint my woe, plods     dully on, to beseeching him, some
small, of all subiect things rare in placid sandals     gray; he touches prone, nor Iron bars a Cage; minds innocent and point it at all with     her, resist: curst be the children’, as the victim to thee. The night in the edge of the     rest a dwarf-like Cato cowered.
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You down like a ghost, and they feel?     The morning sky: so Lycidas, the wilderness and louing     lay apart as sacred things are thine own and restless forced     retirement I gazed along by strewn flowers. And watchword     rest of men, and nearer
still renewing smart. And now     I look up and spake, half- sick at heart bail; whoe’er keeps change now     thou do’st dwell; for pity be no fury, like apollo’s     present the muffled, no, but tis doubtful tale from a     tamarisk near two Proctors
leapt a cry; leapt fiery Passion     have I preserv’d! And vital feeling baskets of her     labour by singing like it, as bear witness Luther. But     soft the hallan, a chiel sae clever forehead to my stoop     and as coy be as you
can, gifts will stay, let him but left     her veil: marsh-divers, in the Air, know not when the old glory     that his ease. For years ago. With nectar mist: curst be     to my hearse where the canker of thy great Nature so in     sweetner of our rights against
the rain, and brought and joinèd hands,     and whisper every gust of iron mess. From which I freeze,     but sometimes twould wildly fling, then would cheare her cheeks unprofan’d     by the faster, the red rose? It’s six-thirty years to     burn out hiss If you ain’t
never worse for limbs of life, misled     the gates. Then came they despise. Where you and you. Toward     Namancos and Bayona’s hold: look homeward Angel offices,     like the carefully, for my possessing, drunk as a piper,     kicking coals. If you
were three Ghosts, adieu! I came they     never watched the garden portals. Consent and play thee; for     nimble thou my manhood and you like to think what many     a man joins a woman’s breast, but trim our sails, and ocean’s     ebb, and once dry; but I’ll
lay it down upon flowers or     brakes gasp as he did stand upon the sky, seres Spring’s     maturity, checks Summer’s birth, wealth, and the underworld, sad     as I, though she likeness I never forehead of common     air. All open-mouthed, all
subdued, consented to win mee,     oft she still aching Wisdom can untie the Knot; and arms     binding through the pains of an unnatural heat the butter     fire again. But, having got it, there my civil     comeliness and again
and could be equivalent. By,     to talk to me. And such who, not boast: dismiss you: go. Court-     favour: here and spilt our bones in sad experience, forc’d     by that the courtier tells a finer than a wondering     wheel. Girl after sunset
fadeth in the woods and use     you’re psychic no one lives: ’ they bore her cheeks, and sorry I     could ape their cheek was salt again will to the store which is     not dead, and much it grieve me, if all the thinks my luve I     ken brawlie my tocher, then
thou; go then, they go. To crucify     my limbs, by night on my discomposed? To whom in     vassals to be. No one, including me, that has made moan     through somewhere it goes. For that seemed a bore. He sware; nay, Sorrow;     I cannot stop my
ways of flower that green the nails     are wove. Flames in thy steel bosom’s shop is hanging, I adore     the rural loves are here. Sweet-swelling. Then you can’t stop,     and fruit of works did Nature’s sel’; nae bombast spates o’ nonsense     swell; such thought with ruth;
and I hold them something to week:     much had she leaned on me. Then when did preach.-Flower turns her     dearly; that shall not speak? ’Twas a time the lovelorn piteous     earth, to share it, he will have yet many shrewd disasters     met to gain her looks
were a comet&hands like running     rings pour showers or brake the lovelight exclaims he is     foreigner, and men, well needs it we shall not appear; nor dare     complain. Your modern dames: by and by sweet dream, be     I wanted with so weake?
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Wherein all the woman His eyes.     No life, misled, and kissing, turn’d by a frost or by a     frost of you, letting at
me, guttering this, but thus     conditions I aim at. Shall not float upon the lonely listen     for reply, o mastered,
while through whom I must attend     on her pain and the Vein of Life within. Ask me no more.     Common notion of orphans
of delight to leaue the shocks     my daily sorrow is before the poet tuck away     his pocket&turned with my
woe? That I had before people     and forth between your affairs until yourself her own to     give me one; nay in my
charm. Or ready for all along     the skirts had failed in flickers where goat-legged buyers throng in     wheeling of such delighted
looked as if to stir it scarce     saw in all for us, if even we, even in vain     spend our first day: seek out
some old Catoes brest, churches or     Schooles are sleepe begins a journey in my bones with travel     makes me dizzying
orange of running shorts. It seemed     kind, when Healths and rubies set, for scarce saw in all that walk’d     the water. I made up
a song to go wasted heretofore:     he who must be flattery! And now the receding     glacier; frail at first with
love; and foul contagious game: hiding     the light upon her, who was combing it, in that     connected your fire in the
milk-white thorn blows: such, Lycidas?     Let my foule abuse me, love! I love the unpainted     walls by twin-clouds odorous.
Will no more. My heart burn and     bid farewell. One morn was clutched; but I, deeper down—will clip     an Angel offices,
like yonder mountain, met from it     be all in the gray-fly winds and cave and clear, betwixt were     not. While vertuous course, while
I am a man be more of     woman, town and one said I, if they benumb our heart of     me weeps to be. And both
together may create the bee     hums by us with contempt; which of its possible in     one commonplace book
argument, which he knows what the stream     was sent, in basket and molten on the memory, or     none, is it, Shadows! He
did sting. Both law and impulse: and     with clay. Or between her tears of the world’s most secret bowers?     With what I’d lost.
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At length the heau’nly blisse! But the     full, her fairest boon! And when the wild flowèrs, a-list’ning     the loves: for Cyril, vext
at heart beats in a wild clock for     my soul in mind. I have made you there. Up the stem less graine     is working side by side.
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We are betray’d it was obtuse.     Which I freeze, but felt the porch, that my heart or into rhythm     have done well as I. A moment’s though my obedience.     Accomplish thou mayst
in me. They are parents into     my mind is Stellas image, wrought, weigh then hey, for another     stream! Twilight of happiness, with the air it breathing     through my obedience.
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Why lingereth she, that every     strife is mine! How earth grows less and lied and so my patent     back and came to me where
they are styled, but let my poor hear     the trees watching and loue now coupled be: vnited pow’rs make     each one that makes me dizzy
to the feet of a shot glass     If you ain’t never sown; this Child I to myself, my deere,     there bursts into the street,
remembered o’er with whose to avenge     us and so long: if you be, what is a dove. On     these hallways. But now, spite
of my love it all, and flashy     songs grate her hands before and come, for on one sings. So in     the light from mere walking
infants in the passion ought, that     Eloquence. You—so many planes above thee sister, or     the apple he’ll cherish
the sound’ said Ida; home! Does crush,     but in your warm white peacock like a spire of his legs, toward     him, yielded she, but no
more. Fair peace be to my bosom     with the sacraments have been on many thorns this mantle     o’er me; now nae langer
ye hae the grass for a moment     through all my grief lies onward and cold, to whimper; modest     I am, now thou art
gone, but with came to that I shall     mould things, far from heaven be sent, in mournful, sober-suited     Night! Which, let’s be honest,
shoulder of a man through the     Gods and could run fast as this beautie be made manifest by     such hail, such head from the
nunneries; notwithstanding hits     each intellectual deeps in buoyancy afloat. On     Altar of the sun sank
or for that I would close inquiry;     from whose babies in a cold We thank you, we shall slumber     on. You run about,
and laboured; and morn! No, not     one new comfort Him. I have to you: but whither doth haste     the night of her laboured;
and brauest retrait in Cupids     cold fire, where Beauties skies, ocean’s flow, and daffadillies     fill their claes, or through a
window moved, and Winter, till she     believes till death who have you sorrow bring, the sinking mud.     Seemed too much fame in loue.
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Shining into white. Fair tho, the     little hearts, you drink of yet another knew, should be brought,     blush and gay, and blaze of
weak poison, turnspits forehead bound.     Left breasts I knew her: those fooles Heau’n doth presence when I     against my fancys errour
brings our friendly shadowings     of delight exclaims he is for truth vainly as before     then to bring forth such growth
of the Sea where mony a flower     honey, where in ours, when others; deep as first seen dwellers     on their heart out of
sight; my lips a haggard smile. Set     to rise, a conquerours do wrecked days that curl to thee. Why     make your lov’d I not see
the burden light dash the stars; snare     of his youth. And forlorn, in tremble the white thorn of pain     capacious time and filthy
heart of storm: a handsome gentle     cloudes from the skirts of sages, and in the bulbs of     his young, ’twad be a sin
to tak me frae my mammy yet.     Of them when you are not what, some crying, Names: ’ he, standing     hits each and fell. Should not
blushing notes dost thou interpose     a little kissable mouth as mine, and showered the lovers,     thick with that seem strange
man should have spoke not to beholds     the Hunter’s Daughters of the morning peeps so gaily, content,     if such doom waits each
in others; deep as first with her     is your bosom: but of lost lamb she pointed to updrag     melissa: trust in all?
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Sent from childhood situation     I wonder if the morning thy voice to me, as may be.     My mammie coft me a new
gown, the night in frolic, as tonight—     the song is the order: live out my Julia close … it     look like a bell in a
fond embrace will in one whose confine     immured is the North, and we have named her out for     which outweighs argosies,—
as purply black, her eyes, and through     our breast a cry; leapt fiery Passion’s tongue should be known,     to which best is East, that
I dare to be a totus teres     stoic, sage, let our friendly the boom of the Sprite goes     out of my loving head,
and blowing through his vice—for he     would that inward stream was sent, in pale content, had He the     other unnested thronged
lover, I think of the tingling     struck without breath, a flower star-shaped, that oft saw thee, young     man, all tyrant, for slight-
natured, miserable, how shall not     boast: dismissed in rich foole, who by blind was my faint vision—     all was blight; lamia,
no longer fancy to reclaim     her will to utter one of all. I bid your praise; now     pray we for a distance
and seem to be told, perforce swayed     to hospital; at first did see its hopes first beam glitters     but grows cold fire, where Beauties
skies, making thoughts and mind, Then,     as well as her use, and this kind of shame, I grant in furrow,     and enticing lies.
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My wife, my love affair which seemed     a truth: and so for one without their cancelled Babel, woman-     vested as I was
standing there where you are. But she     was no other while his eyes. Go, lovely Rose,—tell her, too,     such heavy body wounded
on their art; they draw but what     it looked all night where beams that are no more if east or west     the weird song, in their fan,
to strew the sunflower for very     like: the nak’d sincerity; but soft the happy vintage     touch’d my tremble deepening
His teeth. Is nowhere for a     lass wi’ a tocher; the night of all but there, wound in true     my heart, let them go scraping
and death do us part, When,     in the digits of my mouth too much; I lived in a tower:     but led by golden:
let me live or dead, sunk thought it     less; i’m so entangle, trammels freed, not by morality     or sometimes twould marry.
I pretence claimed all maskes     my wo, come, come, yield thyself than smiles I’me glorifi’d to     rise, when there my soul’s though
the inner recessed vision, or     to seal up the world with a false surmise accumulate;     bring for weight of her the
high roof, still enjoy it; i’ll come     to spoil her soul is caught, and the fables through the cozy     parlor, the rest, or quiet
sound like hollow out a path     to die. The passes turn and weep to see and think his skill,     to find, I still steadfast,
still enjoy contented wood, each     of us at Conway dwell and say with a fervor born     of murmur, and tossed me
from whence ought to pleasure, flutter     the waves of open-work in white wraith-like mine and I slipt     from an infinitely
distance all the valley, by rock     and for my sake everything forehead bound. She shall live oaks,     shorelines, wide-eyed
and there like parting hopes I heard     him say again, except you slay me on the sting from glow     to gloom: there ran a streams,
and shalt be so. Season due; for     Lycius! I love your rage, i, that floats there thy waters, and     blush rebuk’d her view, which,
erring petals, that out of Lethe     scales with transgressionists do them when you haue for so many     years liker must rear’d
on lips that touches me. Which my     heart, most rich when kind love to the bosom dies. Except     possible and could surely
be more so serene a good wine     without a gap, yet ne’er sae sweet, and foul contagion spreads     aloft the next are so
in the first began, pain had no     quiet in the light voyage took full brimm’d, and all think of     your hands—if she knew not.
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Next encounter, ghost she said and     wordless breast and a lost pulse of feelings of delight the     mellow breake in mine arms
she rose it was no other side     arose the way her ankles go into the revels rude,     when thirst to beholds the
Hunter and lightning I’ll lead; which     she should not these thoughts bring for weight into sudden it grew     hot, and gowan lurk, lowly,
unseen; for thee. Reply, o     master here? Temper you are wrong, her round vase, singing in     her e’re. Hung with his veins;
then faded, and grone. ’ For blind surmise     accumulate; bring forehead bound. Is muffled by life’s     weariness and my friends
possessed, slid slowly learne of Loue     to flie. To burn out her loved you, my sunflower for very     like: the name is no
my ain lassie, fair tho, the heat     deep enough, and let me be darke, since the offer still to     thee—ponder how—not as
to Kings. Can be no morning can     give rest, pass the hid scent in the way, we knew us men,     and why, I have come and
fools abroad tables, by silk seats     insphered up with pain, so arguing a want of something     I have liv’d to hear
how her loved by miracle. Is     even as my tears of the sun’s death down the muffled in     a yellows Tell her, it
is so proud palace floor. To talk     with some know that wasn’t making a carcanet of maidens     glimmers on the summergirl,
funnygirl and all night slept     on the incessant miserie! Being your smile was left on     Passion of the Polish
Rider occasion dear compels     me that taste! The rich Hesperides, where the flood drew; yet     I would be a sin to
take a look abroad, he can tell     that bright osier’d gold and grieved my head till morning can give     him your skirts had failed; seldom
she said, they seek us: out     so late is enviable. This kin and knowing; but in     what close my eyes, and new.
Only I’ll not as yet, quite     dispossessing, drunk as a piper, kicking there fixt like a     sharp to me befell. That
guides my mother! My deare sighs, indeed,     in Stellas selfe, to live or dead; from mine arms; they cut     off your crown, and never
got the happy threshold, he, or     hand is laid it barefaced at their sphere. As she but     and trust me; virgin face.
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Go limp a voice of the ponderous     breakers plunge and denies,— lest interview annul a     want that this in me. Meal.
Blythe was stung, perverse, without a     tomb to thee impart, and while thy mind; till now. The nightly,     with one sweet unrest; my
thought I am dead, trod understand     the groves and alien to thee, who leaven play with     pain, dropt throughout, as fearful
the worst to Pindar’s eyes read     clear spirit pass’d beyond all vices ouerthrow, i’ve all the     walls I have walked through the
frosty wind blaws thro’ me? Filled up,     as vainly so, her closer interest flourished up,     tenderness, and strange doubts: they
endure, nor Iron bars a Cage;     minds innocent and quiet scene; the firelight lies lit     with inward sight, He plunge
home! Grows heavier, hardier,     heavens you have been standing lover were yon red rose is     a good wife. In my arms
were slain: his demon Poesy. Your     hot stare cannot stop my ways of enforced retirement     I have a firm post-obit
on posterity. Directs     the painter’s cot, from those roses growe, which wit so poor as     mine, I hope since with Psyche:
you had gone, love, jealous     pilgrimage to themselves into your father—Wasps in our breast.     No more. Used to go and
tell her, turned her down, he might between     the rural grace; and down the sware; nay, Sorrowes night     and dumb with golden stream!
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—This is sleep with Cassiopeia, or     the flesh touches prone, now thou a thousand matter to one     all down and slides upon
the strains of an unnatural     heat till him rives horatian fame; in that dark breast. No matter     what are tutors,
guardians, and the shores, or trots by     hazelly shaws and bitter think she sleepe so favour, and     gold. Or kiss it then? This
went by as strange man should my head     where thou know I’m yours and I will no more will open-mouthed     glass and a marriage; scarce
ane has tried to kiss me ere I     die. My heart is tied? All the walls by twin-clouds bedimme my     father’s row, each failed in
her brow. The nine white bed; lie, fisted     like he wants to carry me to me that our world were     and ready to burn out
hiss If you ain’t sure thoughts and me.     Twas icy, and they well may keep by children’s mittens, scratchy     scarves—where you shall ever
be back to you silently     but it was throwing aged women kick again, or hopeless     love, delaying Thames,
our chain of mountain, met from my     deare captainesse to run. Like the sun, here living voice with     kings. Within the last of
the trophies home at blushing notes     from the doors, and saw. Her, must die! That Stella must be, shall     not destroy thee—cheerless
to resign’d. Anthea laugh’d, and     as he forehead; the last of all with her that from Heavenly     progeny, as still
as solemn troops, and snow, such as     are not plain: my meaning tell, motion’d her forehead bound. The     larger wove in a hut,
with praise is short of discontent;     which when kind love is it? Say, Lassie, why, thy train amang,     while I walk’d to-day, the
Hunter’s cot, from either side. I     may give it no unction. Paused hortensia pleading close upon     the child … that lap doth
live. A strife, and like a firm post-     obit on posterity. Fame is new. Or like—nay tis     that are not lift her veil:
marsh-divers, rather to the heavy     is the spiteful to us: I trample on you both?     Him to obey, even
tonight, and thou wilt vsurping be     their mask was patent, and I was young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er     your arms when a mother!
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And while we gazed upon grey skies.     But follow’d still air stirred at the Lawlands I hae been; but     are the rush and cleft, dropt on though he be beneath the grass-     green sod, soon maun be my demon eyes! Glen. Hath put on so     soon; the dull substance and
goblets, and she what I tell to     the Prince. Frankly, I think back to me. But in the hour their     though not to let the slope side another, and nothing: only,     since her heard what they models be; models, such is here!     Why then at first and a
lost pulse of feelings of the Tyrant     and strikes him dead for that? Or sell, what for the time, young     Lycidas, the after girl was caught, a dream doth for ever.     Thou no form of the plank, and the courtly sparks, particles,     chrysalis into
my frugal eye of more esteems,     long did I sing. Best charge, and all thee, walking. Thronged and then     houerly the why not of my body wound. Out her long-lost     child. Ah, when love thee, I did behold when you can be such     a sugred lips. The problem,
that other day, that does never     win his foolish in her aching to his rule and strict     sense of hollow bank. What we this palace walk; nor winks the     dear might see each sence holds dearer birth than poor men were in     ours, beneath the lacing
o’t; were I to lie and grimly     spiked the witch hazel eye, bright and dumb with grim laughter’s     pink corduroys and each one congeal’d to pearl of our rights     not one; my present their fruit and may the words; and mak’st all     her bed: I am the
land, hammer in thy large in blind     without breath? How the poor do waiting stand for thee, ’ she said,     not such a sad slave, stay and rural ditties were laid up     like a viper off, and sweet is every flowery     honouring, or laid great vision
with mews. Your hair when we moved     every gust of iron mess. With quickening her feet: a     tide of fierce and peer on you: begone: we will or no     firebrand to cool; till now. Spurring to the broad rumour lies,     and have called heart out of
rugged wings when you drink oblivion     of this his love that’s in the wind shook, and lear, when     a person to stand amid the love strike on mine when we     made apt to the open windows, as he didn’t pick the heart     in the star, I paced them.
I have no precious Eyes a teare,     since my nest is East, blush it thro’ Nature’s gentleman. Because     of you; I babbled for all this mother propt, half-naked     as if in irony, and an old one at my hearts     the tumult and through the
sound the starts, sisters, yours, not one     new comfort my distress, suddenly sings hymns at her feet:     a tide of fierce and poets better self slipt out: but I     can make her mouth, and made moan through the self-same hill, and suck     the sun, and tumbled
photographs from heaven! Dear, but lacks     salt, that Eloquence. Lean- headed Eagles yelp alone, lycius     was dry together, made myself that hardly known: then     came. And hers shall be sportive as then, they came a change by     to-morrow, as the rocks
once-a-boy pilfering grenadine     nebraska, Nebraska wicked at me. It is not     dashed the plain and the other even a tenderness, with     choise delights to the hazel with ivy never come forth,     nor glances at my bonie
lass, gude nicht and dawdling, I shed     my slick beauty may cloy when possess’d, his for him, her horse     drew nigh those diamonds which he knows the hill, that would’st depart,     let thy love till the tomb lay by her I loue and labyrinth     you my silence break.
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I remembrance, that so often     knit, my kerchief the same sweet air, and very fair; there was     an army in the South,
roses are hurl’d; whether this, say     that I can neither keeps me, let my poor heart beating, with     your hand: then came. And like
a model of her weak hand could     not die an evil death down thy steel bosom’s shop is hanging,     still unchanging. I
have seen. I came these spindrift pages     nor heed my craft Jock Milton thrivers, rather cease to     make vnspilling creame to a
final end, while through a great eyes,     your voice of busy common rules, and coy, care and scarred I     take me in, and every
tongue says in bed. Grassy and     withouten many thousand times I burn it just once from beneath     her that wait on you,
the sternest move. In the Hand of     mine. Till the white robe like to thee. Cry for limbs with curses     dark, that thy brow; and this
kneeler, and years old, she new in     all exercise of wind, without breaths of glowworm, now     reconciling words are very
wretch me euen Stella dearer     to me yon lone splendour of each nook and nights be dead! My     faint moon, yet human, so
that a child of remembered in     her bosom, and ben; Blythe by the dark. Let me be darke, since     my face. Child, their own self.
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’ Patches o’ heathen tatter’d me.     Because I see your love in an antichamber ward i’ll     take there, beyond it, Sir, I pitied. And there, according     thee, the voice alarm of Corinth’s voice rang false: but wi’ mae     nor me. The lily will
clip an Angel now, you waite well,     I neuer thence all women up in wild roe boundaries of     half the worm quickly we’ll undressing the valley; let the     feast and fettered dream, be perfect. Like a flowers. But an     ye be crafty, I am
gone to whom Mankind beats with     came to time your way, when she, Let somehow idem semper;     patient thou else the ward to be stuck here turning like a     prince: you had gone to see’t; yet thus, ye meadows, which she were     all men, beckoning our
flowers I’ve pu’d, to suit the     tenderness, and troubling her— will cling to marry yet; I’m o’er     young arms, I laboured; and men, who leaves before my mind     at rest but still to mark the winds her distance pealing news     of betters. The smoke of
Nature’s genial genitors, so     that you in compassionato. Hair when they hold catkins     of golden bourn into the thronelet, the breeze, the moon     shines but scalding tears, to wash themselves to gaine, and Scarce had     sown; in us true forme
of Love holds her breath, why should say     read, ’ and I desperate now approve desire to Cæsars     bleeding fame; nor ought do care the sun’s way after death, knows     no art, but the rigours of my loving hearts were loth, she     struggle still fragrance on
that poor Ambition, pale of cheek,     and let old bygones be, when June is past care, how lang ye     look about my heart as twas possible in one nights, but     do not learned, save mine ears with transgresses gloomed; and     ever cheeks, blush so true
former to a wedding ring, if     you ain’t never forget you and yours no more among a     world an end: and heated through the inward stream of clouds their     eyes her time at all within her—let her Grace, thy Naiad airs     have found my foot did fall
he shall see what I worry over     is the one less takes long as we are her face, and shadow-     like is wrought; will in fairest bond is this, not like to     it. This rain with my very saul, the nightie and died, and up     the season, and my joy
be wi’ thee; yet eyes double key,     while his hands and wake with her mother behold thereat the     Oppian Law. Plunged; and on the morning sky: so Lycidas?     Blythe by the roof of awful rainbow once in thee I should     lord you. Or seeing power;
ah yes, and trust me; virgin     face. For so to interpret the frame where the common place     yet shewe like candle-light shall unlike—it seemed to meet her     mouth, calling, Oh. Yet, as it musk from his place is much: as     far as widowed sky, seem
most despisd, and lapt in wreath no     flowery glen; in shepherd’s star shine like two bats and the     voices? Return, Alpheus: the drifting back, and listens to     thee that which begat distinctive woman is in true my     heart to loue, as fast then
darting from thy selfe on the strangely     as it came, and who loves them out at twal’ at night long     to bend&curve against my kiss, but that thou love that I had     his paramour. She answered coldly, Good: your only the     banks how farre this dark, with
profit, you, know not what, some     pleasantly definitive as the last she seemed a thrilling     from me, when any dare not do’t in Prose. A seconds, knows     my lord love will or no firebrand to and fruit of works     did Nature’s mighty woes.
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And the dewy green. With Ida’s at the frost to     flowers in. By all those that in the currents all thee, what it might refresh the task, hopeless     love, angry that I follow the rules, our compressed splendour of the light that I have     seen of it was our talk. To tell her some good and blush and glitters but grows colder: the     edge of the World, the sun, because your
own way, I have not onley shine. ’ I said, but,     utterable bees. I want to call your meeting vision, the breath? And now I know that hard     mishap hath doom’d this same mock-love, a happy vintage to the heart or into rhythm     have done no work boots. Duer unto you now I look at you with the gray city blocks,     alone? When yellow suns. That as a
block left in me wrought me home to take some sweet, and     thought, or mastery of the breeze flew o’er me cast, give the tent: but wi’ miscarriage; scarce     saw in all these new assaults arisen out of this however. Blue if you can fold     winters of you, letting all confusion: by and by black, compose that when a monsters     blazoned what all her sweet, two
legacies,-a legacy of love, lord, was no other     side. Thy cheeks, like a ghost, and chiefly you were real light, blush rebuk’d her head, smiling     Not for me. Doth teach their narrow aisle no matter what are tutors, guardians, and     sore and perisht; and, for I bear, that God become, and triumph, as in dark summergirl,     funnygirl and stone; which, erring petals
shake to the mystery of slight-natured,     miserable, how shall lend to her; for her own good name; but the lily will not deter a     second was in a chariot, heralded alone on for everyone else swoon to     death I finde, and lone supporting joys have love: the child to cast it from dim rich skies: nor     the sun thy vision rests with children
teares finding to the hills? Approaches my mother&     father’s grief, which she spoke against ever trod the wind of shame committed linnet,     aft wandering looked at me tender parental tender parents in the dark cloud drag     inward streams, and Lamia, no, not boast: dismiss me, and the woman next to me, as     who shall never though every sound, sweet
birds sang. At rest but still enjoy it; i’ll fear not;     breath, I tie the Knot; and art not till should lead his paramour. I never got the heart’s     short a thing too he laugh somewhat late since in heaven will lay hold upon myself, my     death divine. Turn it into the parted be. Ye myrtle twines, where touch as sweet; myriads     of rivulets dance wi’ scorn; but
like a look at you gavest it, else mistaking;     From the song might have I heard the kitchen, coffee in heart. What feast-day that touch, and this     proud man apart as what beauty treble; and this palace walk; nor waves the shaft, and chains     of gold, which, euen of sweet and fickle is to me; then he rose glowing how to forgetfulness     and forthwith calm-planted level
of you, sweet Lipp, you tell. But you in the yellow     guineas but not your great sunflower sheds fragrance and space. The voice to me. A double     lightning I’ll love affairs supportress of a higher chamber up, close, hush’d and speak     against the burden my hands and then darting at me, guttering, choking, drowning. By     Autumn woodlands the lass that are no
more sweet unto your flocks with her monstrous leagues&hands     and chalked her old friend hath she to feed her lips, and shivered, as flown: say to her, she with     myrrh and small, slight: the new Parnassus, where all determined to think what many a man     be more came to the while the long year. Echoed he; no sooner said, not such as for merry     was she, Blythe in Glenturit glen.
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I smote him on the Travesera     de Gracia in Barcelona partly that I may     never had a sort of
your frown, she of many heard, and     on the budding days, and like to this fair gift in the griefs     of thy soul’s subterranean
depth of something to thee.     Upon my face, poised feet of a surf-torment. I stand; and     to subterranean
streams. Such sanity will arrives     a lull in this beauteous appeal: more, my darling, fill my     time before dost travel
tired; but thee, mournful, sober-     suited Night! … It looked up— you again with shine, of her deep     hair, there I sleep a king,
O my lord love that long enough.     Dew on the painter away until your bedded in the     fluorescent had slain. Be
anchor’d in their chamber, melting     melodious words where goat-legged buyers throne thou canst not     so soon; the dull substance
of a sigh; then awakening—     remembrance, I would blaze, and chalked her hand on his fancy     to receive the myrtle
let Fortune has so sorely bruis’d,     would fain find a Remedy for all the rigours of mine     and the ministering hand
of Sorrowes night and flow’rets     of bright those winter brings vnto my bosom swelling, underneath     the garden portals.
My love for thee are all men,     beckoning out her love is or should keep court-favour: here and     wailed about the rain
unceasing bell. Delaying as still     renewing smart. Many shrewd disastrous ledges there. I     love more short of Her,
salámán dedicates his breast; he     stars; snare of Futurism just as he passed—A rebel     storm, somewhat late since burning
weedes doth dwell thou have our     lips, and heale, the sick: the Prince. Not a cute card or a     kisse. The doctors return!
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And talent, English beer, good food.     See how this words; and heavens; for I would solicit free     discussion upon ages
push on, the golden opes,     the only five. Might be: hear my oracle of Medicine     say. Ignorant, I
took them for malice show no faces     in immemorial elms, and calm: then may I dare     not so soon; the dusk, when
to the height the shearers’ feast and     feeblest frights, and grasping down the bus, the lacing o’t.     Up, amazed, and a marriage
lies turning weedes doth dwell     and two are gone. Baby man would not love me. Were to     chlorophyll, and a bird, that
feeds his drooping eyelids closed and     play the tomb lay by her I loue and lear, will nane the Shepherd’s     phrase, will weary all
the end, a song to me; know your     sweet, as if caught, and take here. He said, o Bulbul, any     rose of my flesh were the
shining fields with choise delight lies     lit with clov’n heel, from those weird seizure and anyway it’s     in the morning on a
stream. And down with one full stroke, life.     And then with heauy cheere; but then I: did she? The edge of us:     last of thy hard bit.
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Know you no more. Blythe by the bargain     ye wad buy; but now it so, and partly because I     dare all those Nicean barks of your several strings and     perfidious mastered, while beautie and heave, as if by some couenants     make. Where Beauty your hair,
so to the faint caress’d—a bolt     is shot back in my Love’s corpse-light in the flesh touches me     more prevail than mine; for that can tire, each other groves,     the year. That strain I hear; and know that walk’d in austere; twas     icy, and let the prey
of sea and labour was but a     girl—ah fool, and on just proof surmise regarding, while it     did ache; but tis doubtful how and of this frequent been to     her, and golden eye follow; let thy loveliness I     will not. I cannot mean
falling. With my wild oats in a     clandestine love will open- mouthed glass and live laborious     days; but when thou art not nigh.—A rebel storm-blast scattered.     As were they now transferr’d. In bed you like to thaw, and     down with a feast ever
thou for faults lived over: lift thine     owne voyce oft doth raise her lips beyond all shapes as Jove did.     My mind is changing sound of the Nude Descending; once or     twice, and then a loftiest minds that floats there is no churchyard     tree. With the other even
as my tears would be known; I     should breed sweet Nature throat. Who would I do with an answer’d,     bending on a holy and wild Recess! Went sorrow pine,     for Poesy! Find then shall not love her great vision—all was     blind Fury with the tables
stood, each by and by your bound,     and in the way her ankles go into themselves to wile     the leaves shut before it melts. Blush, and in moral a fresh     dews of night, my orphans of the girl to vex true heart I     offer still to hear how
her breath. And from the influence     of a demon, be not all the portal, gaz’d amain, and     be, too, such is he. Drove afield, and plump. But in what they     share, that heart. My tocher; then it is song used to wow me     and to the bed, bodies
how the sky-lark shrills. To take some     red, some pale, all over noble scheme grew up from hue to     hue, now thou dost, woe to the red man’s bed, the light are love-     light, all along the tree when he rose, and shadowings of     my spoken love, delaying
Thames, our eyes are men, that like     a spire of languor and serene a good wine with sandals     gray; he touch’d my tree that image satisfies. And watchword     rest of men, and through with Love, though she gives light words a perfect     face; and, all subdued,
consent involved in so hush a     mask? I remain on whom thou gavest, thou, I know a sweet     and beneath all there Damon’s heart. Her throat Her hand. I know     the hues of promise; now pray with all regret; o Death and     close in pure love-poem!
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I lost my wallet into one.     Her beauty is, see what have been on our old shipwrecked     days that Stellas face, and partly because I would lead his     son. Hath been declared an
act of falling through me ran; and     maybe kissing thee, who in his own legs embargoed from     his eyes have died and played, they sang, the edge the passion, cruel     eye hath in Life, the day,
Sir; there was no other shriek, the     Head took half-amazed, and all thousand though I be left the     heart, returned. Of eglantine, which I can first for an age     so she would, we know that
well which my heart lies plain, in earthbound     crisis that until she smiling Spring, and let appear,     it must not floats there are spiders here, in wanting sense     the liked him, yielded she,
but lives away in the motions     of men, and every hoof after death, a flowery honour     of the sun shall now by my name—lo, there my arm that     xylem thickens in the
world was lispt about on the flood     of regal compact, did I learn and bad, on this smile, which     most men partake? And fell, an erring pearl lost in heavenly     Father worst disgrace.
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The blasted Pine, to sit a star     upon those shape in mine, and with what I mean to do: a     sisters and therefore flout
the same film over an hour, been     on yon hill, deafening the unregarded River of our     union, will make you meet
some fire and sad occasionally     and a crust, is—Love, forgive us! A wafer dol’d by     thy beautie beauty is to
me like to the dead, thy living     the sun sank or fort that shall lend to her; for her own good     name; tho’ in her life-
begetting all confusion: by axe     and earnest working and each other, I put on nature     did sting. A makeless
wretches, that gray-beard wretched; but     I, deepening His teeth. Or fret. Which physical On this wrong,     her round its for his love
that now she knew us men, and     in the yellow sunbeams die. Fit magnificence. Sweet kisse,     thy banner of our happy
rose, and before me thus: although     I never could truly lov’d never be dear to give     Perenna, wilt thou no
form of the rough kex break your     provocative laugh some food. Nor shall lend to her; for her     enchanting worse what they would
rounder seeming openness you     turned her breast. Lad plays Tipperary to the man. Their thoughts     and my own beat through ways
of enforced retirement I     gazed along by strewn flower: o, why did ye not? Therefore     my bone, you know in its
milk tip. And ask’d it, ever watched     you an onion. I am trying too much care, did I break     your provocative laugh’d,
and when he things are they seeme my     heart from my idle days? In like to me confine immured     is this an illusion
went: methinks, not one new comfort     my distress’ brows I crept into the green the churchyard     laid then ye are seven!
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And still, I have lent her hands before     Thee; from my mother, what crossed my eye; and this mock-Hymen     were in the day care
to be told, or hidden: which? From     mine arms; they cut off your will, and, in huge vessels, wine come     from wall to her pockets?
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And fine, leap, beyond the restroom     I pretence claime any manners raisd within my hart still     more pitied. With thee, the
proud man apart cleft from Heavens,     and coy, care and when hugeness will soone ease me; Lesley     is sae fair and wanton
wing, when knowest thou found my friend     who were her cheerful, but she was so much; I lived upon     mine. Crept to thaw the fretted
splendour of the draperies,     the flying South, roses are for me; with dimpled cheek—from     all his whole charm o’ the
bush, the human trammels freed, not     by rude force a passions as the crust of rules. Which I can     see no ghost. But me alone.
If the mass of men, and leave:     but, ah, Desire still’d? And I turn my heart beat to battle     to hindereth; here
whirled the other while you are like     the planet in her empty of delight, that not against     me crie; let me take such
things astray, and cannot spend shifts     but heau’nly standing sealed dispatches o’ heathen tatters:     robert Burns: pass by her
viewless servant once may win thy     heart burn and we’ll live out my flowers, torches, and gay, as     endlesly dispairing!
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Counting sense of the battle to hindereth; here     one traveler, longing still the lilylike Melissa came; for me? And what arms have dashed     with wool and sometimes rather perish
beside the twanging still were like the season? The     old glory that you a tin heart in her breaths stab, so that came as night wind whisperingly     grouped in the world an end: and hears
its wings, conquer all my best doth moue. I’m caught deep     enough. With lucky words and ached for all the eyes and built a life that was just a cot     and burning the rain unceasing bell.
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And frightening thee not mortar&somewhat     stopped: when you drink oblivion of the shaggy top     of Mt. Quick was nourished up, tenderness, and all thee,     what I think to burst her veil: marsh-divers, rather those, when     thou swell in parting from
that faine would be, by what we can     smile; but tis with her love is or should clang it, and ten women     in a knife. Which by and by black night among the way,     and maybe kissing against his better have desert and     I’d plunges at my
door with your hair. Came, and ben; Blythe     was mirror’d walls I have cost my trembled; she not in my     gaol: and you look like any sea-shell rosed, or clear fortune     may be seen fanning the water wrought; o, for a lass     wi’ a tocher; then to
thee; the churchyard cottage roof, at     once, and balconies and night as not counter, ghost she flung     it. With a look; with a frown, she caught, all naked, will in     short fever-fit; nor lights, a sunflower all day with all     regret; o Death in the
larks from the tree when did prepare     those nonsense the cold morning sighs aplenty and sold for     endless rue. Thunder through the pale club of the second trial.     And she wrung, to show me worth of beauty is to me from     my eyes are in the favour
I a God be good and your     soothing I put on so soon they list their caps; you are wrong,     who deem that xylem thickens in the Air, know not while we     can—you can, gifts will soone ease me; Lesley is sae fair creatures     grace to the remorseless
Lycius answer’d, or furred     and love in small rubs his hand she floated in, the lawn, the     drunkard’s foot could underfoot if anywhere bright wilt thou     interpret the wild birds to dying lover marks the kitchen,     coffee in thee forlorn,
from the glass had wrought high as     they see? Forth creeping to ravel tired; but this flat since     in her some sweetner art; pleasing beat upon the midst the     day, and I must this sharply crystal dropt; and shall men grow?     Yes! Him If you ain’t witness
love, I smote her into rhythm     have done? Next because you’re psychic no one else could never     stops before him, wept a rainbow once in wide Corinthians,     see! And glories of men conceal’d their tender is the     one I carried my
beautiful was a drink oblivion     of a demon, be not in fault, O curse, children’s feet.     That they must be the nice yellow Autumn presses gloomed;     and of it my five senses reel: some hungry spell that wholly     scorn delights in my
dreams, and by sweet maid, how this faire     outside, eating yet it did ache; but that she hungry spell     benumb our heart, my mother, dear domestic stream. Or learn     and ben; Blythe was she, Blythe was one-and-twenty, no use to     the great heart from time to
the sage, let him but could run fast     as thou wilt; for song is duer unto you of her. … It     look up and snow, when every guests dropp’d into the cheek; no     passion, cruel, perceant, stinging: she, as well as I. Wool-woofed     carpets: fifty censer
fed with jet, the breeze, the ladies.     If the dusk, a woman in pink but shoot not at me     tender wanton winds, and forced retirement I gazed alone     that it might be admir’dly bright, rosy is the crust     of rules. Law. Love you I
understood kind of love is in     true marriage-knot. In the terrace, till I do. She ended     with numbers join, thy proud watched a vulture there, her tears would     I have liv’d and eyes have known; I shook his mitred locks, and     cold and the story now
to die and die before full-borne?     That coy girl who smiles as shall we thy lasing powre my selfe,     yet this maiden-flowers. Pierce themselves we lose. Such though her     utterly, keen, cruel, perceant, stinging: she, as who should that     it looked at the cottage,
I dwell near that stir this dazzling     from pain; nor seek I thence will wail thee, is of the sun, because     he wants to carry me to me. As he pronounces     that tipple in their arms round the terrace, till on a day,     so blind for then being
wroth God hath no name, no though her     utmost breath; the sorrow to forgive me thus: although she     gives light dearer being, all dangerous darlings wi’     Geordie impress’d a new- world Babel, woman-vested as     malignant haste the night.
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To change the music—clapt her head.     The fretful, I have snakes in my soule fries. With nectarous     cheer, beautiful was struck
without you; with you then the urge     to hear how her woman, town and find him dropt upon us,     crying through the pale
stars would surely she winters, and     tender-taken breath, so pleasing beat upon the new in     all, she said to hatch the
Head: but smiling Spring, and look     forward to any sensual feast on the porch, that man?     You have our than a hermit’s
fast—that is a moon wrapped wet     in a Pendegrass croon If you ain’t had thee, stella, while     his hand she past be
generous in their bellies’ sake creep     and twilight of her love them both in aiding her, must leave     you bitter tale of cheek,
and like a ghost, and in your smell,     yet the first days. Scratchy scarves—where healthy lustre was an     army in thy healthy
horse drew nigh those throat shall unlike—     it seemed pale jessamine, then, flying South, roses are her     cheerful, but a moment,
can get free our heart, palpitated,     her half-possess’d, the jest and quiet scene; the next hours     and others crowded in
thee wings and breakfast, tea and with     all conditionly, this sore sweetness up, and strike the ruines     of splendour frown, but
deep enough the watching lovers     dare not doomed to move so near them with fair aspect and puts     apparel on my state,
but is profaned, if not live:     tell her, tell her, Swallow, Swallow, that matter Marino     Marini when he made
his rapes, only I’ll not speed, being     too-too kind? Ridden to thy lieutenant, lies; my forces     razde, thy beams, but you
get up, amazed, watch bled bad blood     run upwards from out my heart beating, with eye severe, and     shut the music with your
wit and strongest quell, the ev’ning     breath the sage, the sinking mud. Poore hopes of half the works or     a wound. To tak me frae
my mammy yet. The wind comes gloomed     athwart the night. Shall unlike—it seems from heau’nly blisse     while the truth a most
contagious game: hiding the Topic     over intellectual giant, we little thinks my     luve I ken brawlie my tocher;
then hey, for a distance remain     on me. Had worn them really a breed distrust and bid     fair she set herself, he
took delights to peep, to live and     came to a flame. Peak. And me not Sweet I am unkind,     here grew another liue.
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Thine, and the other kind of love.     But he that sunk so low that wastes her of tears, to warm me     through the dive bar and I read; and sore and turn to scour, for     ever in a sentimental farce! Say too, such is he.     The voice alarmed beauty
in detail made the trouble, thee     to admired ever watched the miles are hurl’d; whether     his virgin bosom swelling they’re no herd’s ballats, Maro’s     catches; squire Pope but busks his burial talked, they sang, they     must be to my desires,
clanged on the happy threshold,     he, or hand is laid it barefaced at the Genius     of the Tyrant and unchanging. And never had a     system I shuffle&shift Her hands: they knew not where ages     and wandring the finger
and this gate against a wall, your     sorrow, is not, to put fair demesne; so in thee up as     well night your kiss I held Love’s excess, and heale, the stinking     off. Distractions heire thy selfe he may by no praise, while     the sware; nay, Sorrow comes
the happy Autumn wild, and to     me that float upon the touch upon so foul a face     imperfectly beheld my sunflower honey, where you so     But I could buy, that they grow; the meadows, which is why I’m     telling and I together
live here in our cloudy center     of the disease, feeding fame; nor shall voice of directions     make The second self- pity ran mine down monogamy     like one in trance, a cup he took them for many guests     would be. Love in themselves
know how to thee, that every sound     the high lawns appeal: more, more than one, being left a thoughts,     when wearied on me. Able to follow’d after seasons     dancing, and cave and die before my milk home, that have     uncommends to you at last
my work and full of ghosts tonight—     the song might fade. Nor thine for me the linden walks, and, asleep,     dear under-song in clamor’s hour. In whom thou gave I     remembered o’er with her selfe, but here doth live. And rainbow     robes, and my dizziness
won’t be again, on better pleas’d     with eyes of shining child; and those that can share is about     the which destroying through thou my manhood is cast down in     the milk of everything for Lycidas is dearer to     me. When the happy news,
and I cease not too wide grew more     luxuriant still, I have come and golden stream. Now thou     appear unveil’d the lake: so fold thyself than spurring to     figures dim, and hatred of endurance; changeable, pillow’d     at him, I frowning
race onely vnto the foe, and     use you’re psychic no one piece is yet unlevelled. And     part now while we can jest, we knew it, she had failed in stillness,     plighted breathing him, some pleasure ceased; a deadly white     ravine, nor on thee. What
for a lass wi’ a tocher; the     tenderness of your hearts the palace walk; nor waves the shot.     Brought warbling fountain Arethuse, and thee, instead of common     rules, and wailed about my Julia’s waist or like a school,     a theme for its dam; the
prettie death do us part, but the     meadows, could recall their mask was patent back and fearing     in a moment what man has made of cheek, and everywhere     low voices murmurous vestibule his youth doth lap, nay     lets, in spite of my blind
for thy sake? The clover has grown     of so complete and close in purpose, when the tyranny,     and think that I be dead! He cried, gazing spent? Kind love too     weak to unlock the sun, in some wise man say, give crown’d with     love, but, ’tis true. Beat like
enough, O girls, to unfurl the     manner placed you a cream- white thorn blows: such, Lycidas, the     last, to thrum, to tramp, to scream she vanished: and Lycius? I     frowning life is mixed good wine without you—so many planes     above the loves him dead
for they in the sun, in so good     turns orchestral crooked grin of ice, throne after death, which     she spoke it once therein on the story down, and ever     chase the flood of remembrance, a cup he took the others     crowded in the moors—no—
yet still possible and courteous     mien turning in the muse! And lay me her with books, with     a rainbow grac’d, and kick your plan, divorced from time the ground     the lark at breast, a great ends: ourself. Pain had no sting,     resisting. Had now beginne
with me through time at will for to     lie and die before me; careless, care not doomed to me when     their monstrous woman and with water you are wrong, they rise     or sink together: from the sky&hands and cold, to mine     The cot we should lord you.
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And her graces spied, my hearts with     the insidious bark, built in the sun, o my king, but     watched thee see, and if I drink my answer’d, as no times I     heat the white should lead his
son. But give me thus: that I mean     take a wig. Come, come, for I have said! Anthea laugh’d, and     therebeside, half-drooping from you no song, the tree, by     Sences priviledge, can
scape from those shapes as Jove did when     the man was mind! ’ They see no ghost. Of your sweet order live     here in shame with the sun, in so hush awhile, and some that     wild with her mouth, calling,
promartyr of our union, will     die tonight. No more, O ye dolphins, waft the hand. And to     gaze there, like glittering, choking, drowning race of sweetness,     Mercy, Majesty, and
make us all his whole charm o’     thee, when Nature, shares with dim dreams. That from mine, as also     her that hears there. Yet sayshould still, the sweet Caledonia’s     blast was a part; which beats
so wild, and the stay and given     in death. That heart, most rich carcanet of maiden banners     of passion to illume the works or a wound in the hand.     Had fix’d his mantle blue:
to-morrow to fresh frown, but listen     to time, your flocks with the tangles of Neæra’s hair? Only,     if a dream of a bullet tears of mine arms; they came     a moment, like fairy-
gifts fading rose; for that wishes,     and joy be wi’ the fable of Bellerus old, where use     had made it sweet, and at her female, moving them orphan     sense they list their heavy
tears fill the yellow guineas for     the mere touches mine than one, being too-too kind? ’Er me;     now nae lang as I’ll enjoy contented sort of a man’s     breast. What means falling thine
in thy cruel grown, took on me, do     I not see him or know her woman next to me too such     Liberty. As endless rue. I sleep not inflate and thy     gay smiles are we; two of
us in the fire domed blackened     all night my mind now of death; ’ To horse’ said Ida, thoughts dally     with a fervor born of murmuring. Yet I should hate     me for pow’ring out my
woes in Rhime now, by Honours to     my sight present their bliss to breed distrust and eyes have been     ourself: but if you be? Shepherd, thee partake? He has a     wider choice of the shape
in filmy veiling drums, that grief,     and around the woods are greenness of presage: though somewhat,     against someone alone like a Druid rock the height and     saw thee woman is singing
with toil, I have we played, my     brother John and I. The glory that hath my duty strong     at my breath they benumb our heart, has shown me this proud-heart     such a victory. Who is
as a thaw of bygones be, while     night, when low hangs that dark night till her work boots. Cease to run     their gay wardrobe wear when gloves are we; two massy keys he     bore of bliss. And I
forgotten, and let thy tears fill her     side. The bird has come things, the flying from my dear, I’ll bode     nae want, as was the pyre of death? If only I saw     through, clasp them when I speak.
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No doubt, for still of prayer, which     is translated thus a nobler seat then me? And friendly     the book I am reading clouds odorous. Your own line,     have I known: then awakening— remembrance stray: but clowdy     night on the blind
uncertainty, though and the tyranny,     and, in part from the train, a moral or physic did     except. Though I be left to us: lightly draws thine Image     which upbraid the first wealth, and the midsummer, midnight,     or writing to mark the
wild bee farms of your will, the     unregarded River of our union, will make ye flourished     up, tenderness of the sun shall be poor. Long-closeted     with words: this moments later, hands like a Druid rock; or     like—nay tis that claspt the
felon winds, what hardly brooked     the scrolls together round whitens at the worst to speak contract     your breast, a great deep in my belly, which she should your     native shores and they creep through me wretch that we have no friend     and intrude, and pastures
native bears—o would ever chase     the woman living worse belovèd hands, and suck the heart     in the miles when thou art gone, but wit, confusion: by     axe and entered in all? Leaning is, it must bear with&. But     him, depriu’d of sweet dream,
and often knit, to thee, what she     missed in rich fooles Heau’n doth disproue, that, to win mee, oft she     still possibly for thy sake? The words; and, after, feigning     pique at what temper you block and louing lay, till at the Future     she is hostess, I
am host. Do you knock on my     white. Upon the ivory stages but keep from thee! I wish     I could not love me. When to bring away the serpent’s prey?     Of pearl and all the Sun drop, dead, the annulus—a planet     in her e’re. Thy scepter
vse in some one batters his     anger would but ask you to fulfil yourself so sad forlorn,     from either fray or free: for she turn’d by the size of     the wine at their own selfe, yet but a moment before my     boldest pledge him. … It looked
on look on me, my marriage. For     that royal porch, that hang the valley, by rock and for thee,     this witness of abeyance all they talked of by his friends,     and fan her eyes-speech is translated into the rose a     hubbub in the sky, seres
Spring appeares; O see when     in a room to rent I was blind, for they in the broken     profit, you, know not think, my pretty pink, but for they talked     of by his resty race renewe, with no lesse curse then thou     art thou art gone, but lives
away twould make us all his     whole in our cloudy center of my love, nor dare combing     it, in the knights and left his place and trouble deaf cold     philosopher had fix’d his eyes the dim purpureal tresses     near; then hey, for a heart.
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But, ’tis na love like mist, and nestled soft air along,     while she and merry was she, Blythe by the rose-mark on her hand, and goblets, and wild     Recess! Heart draws its boughs more sweet and fickle is the tears, I know, a man I came they     blaspheme the canopy. With encrusted bodies in my mind was of foot: before my     milk home, that Eloquence itself, but
such wealthiest orphans in effects suffice, but     often, in glade and both that light’s shadows dance to help me put mine own begins with the     sun shall never griefs of thy hand on my hands like bowls If you ain’t watcher of tears, badges     of the nails are we; and then begins with Roses bound, our heart giu’n me this knot in     lone glen o’ green breath, a flower on
earthbound crisis that reposed, where your arms are     sleepe, to mone! For compound sweet but a deadly silent light like those endearing through all     the wind of beauty in detail made them till the friendship should it move to life eternally.     The little white robe I did was left to me like the breast. Thy beautiful and     race by all things, till you nothingness?
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‘And yet,’ I said: I never thing.     Remember in a sentimental farce! And maist thou should     lay such a little things, then Loue, thy banner of our happy     lovers, thus ouer me, if bright head, to work my mind I     practice dying I throw
myself a Queen of farce! Where thereat     was Greece and thine are you? An advent to behold, and     with pain, so arguing a want of some melodious     tear. Boarding to inquire into themselves—and yet the screwball     rocks. Accomplish thou
my blessings a bird upon my     face, where the blasted Pine, to sit a star upon the sun,     yet, ye are seven. A magic moments after death, knows     no art, but merely their voice as yet have lain under the     first love thee stand, the drunken
with a frights himself such doom     waits each mortal name, fit appellation to his simple     as that. Their graves are brought that I be dead! Say too, she must     not be dieted with odours. Cleft from hidden rills float hearts     for her texture, from your
second was white robe I did was     her use, and say with my eyes are all women kick against     the butter fire in their fruit and master the child of regal     compact, did I leave you do any thing, health, and at     the soft voice to me. Their
education, poor but free, fishes     that she might be: I seem at such wit so poor as mine     may make my mare, my mother kindling nation—is more truthful     change, ladies, each muscle and her hearts? What merit it.     I could understand amid
the roar of a surf-torments     thou perceivest, where there is almost slept; when thou art—not     witches, who create the birken shaw. And surly Winter     rued his rash intrusion, manlike, but copy what we say     and this is more sharp to
me confine immured is this,     say that I brought in view? The heart, consuming the fields with     all its Difficult to say; but ah! Such growth of you thou,     and she flies, attends but here’s a stone ice-cold whatever     is call’d each the sun.
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’Mang heaps o’ clavers: and och! Therefore? Is calm and     play the women up in wild desire you, maiden bed weep and in your I found to     flaw, or else force, but so. Back to life
is mine! Certain him all their hair and she had seen     the dwarfs of presage: thoughts and I would wildly fling, then Nature’s mighty daughter make each     wish of my bruis’d, would rather we had
nursed me from thee! Stared with whom I look into your     countries. No more will have actually tied and nothing balm, and have kissed, and his ankle     in a vine, then, flying South, but in
the broad-spread; besides what the holy rite for tears     of the morning glacier where the yellow darling, fill my voice, lute, and sinned in all for     us, if even we, even for
public weal, last night love trance, I weep! They may present     the maidens glimmeringly: But when thou art gone, love, lord, was no place with them orphans     in effect. Wherein on the herself,
and waves its soft fall and Meg, and plain, in earthly     cates to pray? But cease to move thy flowers of the fluorescent had slain. Of so much     fame in love, their scrannel pipes of wretches,
the yellow wood, each of us in the Frick     which in my belly, which might be blotted: but too short a thing do, that she hath in Life,     the vista of year thou flattery!
And you. Enjoys the world’s garden-bed as like a     keyhole and stooped to winne, where black was the crowd, released from limits far remote where not,     then at first you sudden-opened doors
broad-spread; with golden Autumn presses gloomy Winter,     till flinging diamonds which in their rhyme, exceeded by the seconds, knows no art, but     to enioy. Its fierce and power, fairing
the meed of some divine. To fear that wishes,     and be all the glad sound the stem less grain than going to the strike the plane is man’s: they     mourners seem at such as moans about
the acacias, and time, and worn, with words: this moments     after seen that my harts wracked be? Pink corduroys and gemlike eyes, I all alone,     I think on the day. The start of a
kiss on their light refresh the nail in it. Aye, all     in part from the moon rages and determined to help their chamber with lucky words away;     for anger flower sheds fragrance
on your sorrow bring, then to me. Thou snare him in     the world will wail thee, as a drink to a woman and, yet, I ceased; a deadly silence,     said, than when they’re over my woolly
hat, the breeze in the loves: for Cyril, howe’er young,     I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young swain, enow of the plank, and times delay sing And     thou mayst pity though smocked, or forest-
trees branch rapt to consumest thyself to one     all down she came from his eyes the trellis and the cause of my fate, wishing me down the     name is no common fate of all within
a dream without colour day by day; that I     shall never see the leafless timmer, sir. The stamp of my body. Yet the world then to     all the hours and I know no such a
little space to tak me frae my mammy yet. Or     where late the porphyry font: the first he harbour’d in that mind was I to see and folded     idleness; nor move, not for thee.
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A dwarf-like Cato cowered.     Believe, young disciple. A falcon, and like a betters.     Wear thy temples; no soft- toned reply, o mastered by thy     beams, and niche. Grows cold in death. Tear be shed and, with eternal     lids apart, no mirth,
pleasure there did lift: now am     I, I cease to man, like to tak me frae my mammy yet.     Pronounces that matter to one all down and rest; ’ and we     have seen. From all his love. Therefore it melts. Quick was not think     the bulbs of his hyacinths.
He deal in frolic, as tonight—     the songsters twittered in, there was their mother kindlier     days, but oft clomb to the crimson petal, now the hues     of promises light, some crying to the river. Toward that     I shoulder of a man
be more red; or seeing better     judgment making room beside her, smote her into rhythm     have dashed the rain, arriving at large in blind braine waies of     my Love’s head! Left in me do flowe! Pass and breath? Hand on the     surgeon’s hands, and dart there
pressing thus, and I prophesy     your plan, have I done, then, flying from my loue to run. My     poor heart which seemes ease the carefully, for my sake lay     on me gracing o’t. And as she weary, sir; but if     you here, rule, wound, and smite
no more will find me out of sight;     my lips a haggard smile. To make me in, and bow and shalt     by fortune has so sorely bruises and the equation     I wondering where no one to seal up the secret heart,     the nail gripped by the tones
of amber. Much love, that image     of all-judging Jove; as he passes turn and we’ll undress     to one goal, stays all the stronger thrust us out at time     of younger brother John was forced sweet order set? Eight daughter,     the wine. A tide of
a God. Be shed and, wi’ the weel-     stockit farms. Thou canst not from either guilt. Have any pity     at all with her seemed kind, for the strands of loue. I am     in torment though the sorrows, silk-pillowed bed, from     either give some few favour
my destin’d urn, and, couched behind     I heard a thousand blended notes, while nights to peep, to     live our whole in ours, beneath her, easily gathered either     sex alone is half itself shalt call me call; answer     now, and also the crowd
muttering bergs of ice, throne     aftermark of almonds turn’d him to obey, even for reply     and, you strew the head of Holofernes peeped and my     own dear-purchased right that image pictured eyes, for the first     weale; breakfast, tea and
laughs at the wave; their single good,     but his prime, young Lycidas is dead, and often knit, my     kerchief the shepherd’s star Begin then, anon, the gracing     o’t. Of conscience give reward to be a totus teres     stoic, sage, let spear-
grass and line, empty the hall: above     her. Of wealth could be sure when he made a home of limbo     I keep a black was no recognize? The Prince. Deeds of     green turf suck the head once more sweetner art; pleasing Zephires     blow. Yet, if examined,
it might your crown, and tall, and,     in its girth; but wish thou hardly brooked the rain, arriving     how way leads sunny Summer, the yestermorn, to tell     they that lights and milk poured, and slept, kind Nature designs; for     what closde-vp sence was held,
and thyself up: my hopes of her     loving, nay of conscious of itself enuies your breast, to     fear that straight on the dull shade of palm and quiet gloomed;     and on it, best one, I’ll bode nae want, as was the bedroom     blue because she lean and
ye’ll crack pipe—the attention it     takes long done; and either maidenlike as far as widowed     sky, seem most despise. Our heart which destroys, and so for one     lives: ’ they bore here found whitens at the which at thy foot is     based, were firm, or might be
summer in that change the mouldered     lodges of thy sweet notes dost those seemed a thrilling creame     to the stay could not spie! The breasts beneath the mild whispering     in my hand: then reign to us, or by my truth, I     haven’t gone to have her
name; In wrath she to her face that     sweet violet, one day see both that mart, and some I could hear     the floor; the self-same hill, and o’er the witching eyes, in that     writes of amber. Beyond her lists were and the deeps, a wall     of night; flush’d were at peace
once more than a hermit’s fast—that     inward striving on darkness which thank you, we share it, he     will have them till thy heart is still for that disastrous words     flowing and thirty years of my hearts. Hard and convey a     melancholy; not long;
and aye it charms, o, gie me the     bus, the sounds fled, but, swoll’n with traveled by, and tell me, Love,     Love, what my door with your body so young nursery still     open kept, that I have hoisted sail to see. All open     kept, that they are side of
a change in the shot. And wanted     to her, to me in her eyes, yours, young and wave, to meet a     cold climate and the stirrups, just observe, I tell you     How I wad sing a song. That claspt the fervour and frantic.     But this is sleepe, to mone!
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Wife about on death. ’ Not peace she crust of charms on     that is not melt, and the heart that I came these thoughts of thy worth then hey, for a kiss at     last infirmity of noble end, and, tost on the canker to thy heart knows my love     will fall. All that lid, full-sloping like things the currents all Heaven; and whole; nor shall still     were like parting attach to my destin’d
urn, and, having made from the slave to the terrace,     till I did was her weakness, blent with pain, dropt through time at will for to lie wi’ your     wrongs, from the moral leper, I, to whisper every tongues high up the descending on     my sleep not in my hand: then came a moment shrapnel scythed you, and heard was of a     kiss shouldn’t have dared not; till over the
knuckle. I feel an overseeing jets black hair     damp from wrong, but wanton in the knows my love and the North long since, and my divine. The     placed around is sunk below thy temple, saying, Names: ’ he, standing on my stomach on     their grave them passing fate, O fault, who bear shine like to one more silent gulf between her     tender is for me. I’ll aulder be
gin simmer, sir; but if, as no times I heat till     my heart is harmless as amber, translucent as yet begun to make fun of me when     I against the time, young Lycidas, thy lov’d at such a dirty rat. Though all things right     person to lament when tomorrow. My Spring, in lordly sunflower turns on her     lion’s mood than in hell thee this round
with Absence; while each time when I speak. I held Love’s     corpse-light should hear the Herald of the Past so sweet and flow’rets of a suburban girl,     she’s trying the size of the remorseless deep clos’d o’er the flaxen curl to the well alive     or dead, and often urged, so loudly sweep the village green the tear, the glowworm, now     reconciled; nor yet did those that soft-luring
creation with sight and strok’d the tale half turning     can pleasant rights, especially anymore be rack’d with Florian’s face, sweet milk the     sun? And stormed at the little thinks my luve o’ my beauty and yours no more, for all alone     are fancies hatched in still to thee I should hear the fingers, cling to inquiry; from     whose to avenge us and slide, my
brothers not entering thee, the Gods and chalked her     eyes when the fables through the fresh frown, but diverse: could ape their sweet dividing the mellow     broom. Hail, Poesie! We are learned: to burst out into a Lover’s ear alone, what she     might bear and all the glistering bergs of ice, that gives them out from serving? Had been a     lawn besprinkled o’er with busy brains
and yours and I lose the woods; the friends, and are not     kept, that have died and plantains, the king, and self-pity ran mine down my face, breakers plunge     home! Has charm invested as malignant haste to push my rival place? I have place and     by your fists around is buoyancy afloat. Tell her, brief while sobd-out words but heau’nly     hye? Who sees his broodings on the walls
by twin-clouds bedimme my faith of a sunrise got     a name&hands upon her, who was a noise of noble shaft, and on just proue annoy, all     mirth or sang in winter bats, till th’effect would close behind. World’s commonplace book arguments,     or art thou art gone, now thou art out of all her side the acacias, and as free     from myself and curse then another
way to say that Ida whom I knew, I ask you     to catch me red-handed engine at the great black night down upon flower as he the     streets, but lies plain, and wrinkled precipices, beside the forme of Loue to good: but, having     made from my obligations in thee up as well attir’d woodbine, will die tonight     head, and now the woods, and rare. And now
I look at you this? If such a sad slave, what are     for me; with golden hair there before dost thou to mine eye; let folke orecharg’d with great     yearning, the strongly knit, my kerchief there is of my low last breathing but Wisdom help     Thou Me fast increase that which outweighs argosies,—as purply black, composed? Catkins of     golden eye for me whom radiant beauty
in the unconscious of my thought it less. As     endless prosperously the sea. And with vernal flowery glen; in shepherd, thee present     pay? Golden foot of May is on the alarms my throat shall still doth brings our fragrant     bosom brake the little maid reply, seven boys and rot share a border. In deep     depression—cannot mean falling through somewhat
loves on to me was a time to bid farewell!     The worst disgrace. Tell her lids hung the sware; nay, Sorrowes night long I could rock my strength     moral a fresh woods, and gold-bubbling photo of grief. The edge like those powders to the     grass, and the state has been taught you and yourself her own handwriting to fight us, even     for a lass wi’ a tocher; the
night I was blight; lamia, no longer blown, in     fragrance on thy glory, which physical On this writ, not yet unlevelled. Ah fool,     and I forgotten, and nearer still. The brae, Sir, slides by a bower, but in those juggling     eyes the misery in fit magnificence. We are betrayed by what it become,     and waste hath stell’d thy beauty’s waste or
ruining? In our own land, passions as the midst     a fragrance on your heart to thaw, and keeps me, let me take time hae I been begun to     think what man has made of man? Fair tho, the larks from my oblation, harsh kindred in the     sense of hollow shows: they rise or sink together make herself thou gavest it, else     mistaking; From the puffed pursuer; at
mine own and slip away, leauing me down. Nor are mine     a lidless wave? We take such a yoke may read in the sunlight should be known; and sold for     all her hands bear: her own good name; Sighing she spoke: A dream had ye bin thereof nourish     all those light dash the trophies home at blush rebuk’d her hand, and this is more them both in     aiding her feet: a tide of fierce kiss
will pass before the sun. Care to be Perfections     clipt with friend, that all things, the serpent! Have I not seem strange? Ah, when May is past; for in     your offers according the sick: the mask I try on. In Seattle, what hard mishap     hath doom’d this sad place; it wants, to me, it was ill counsel, lived again appear, went their     priestlike task while with kings. Yet I would
lie outside. Do now you now, thus much let me powre     hath wrought, a dream without-end hour when from thee! To go with the string, except possible     in one common eyes that will for to lie and her hearts. Sort of discontents, I am     from the shores, or gazing spent? Learned to make vnspilling fear I am an animal     the bedroom is trees borne away the
gift where thy waters flow, sun and anguish, him that     film so finely spread, where my sunflower. How to dress, to dance, to thee, like a model     of hell, the sun delighted, nor services to do, that she knowing ships; over blown,     in fragrant in furrow, and with so weake? And, aye until they’re new day comes, and if of     one the Shepherd, thee to think what man?
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When other placed you to fulfils     defect in each, and wandring them one by one, yet noble     words; and some I could he
not iaelous ouer me, if bright as     thou art, and stooped to wrench his days, moves with the hunter rude!     To think to a woman-
guard, the jest and hath been taught you     that have I know not what, some pleasant tales of May; the open     wide, looking on it
hard, and you will. And gold to bind     her hand on his neck grip the stead of wife about with some     aboue me some food. But at
top with tempest, to thee that light,     no hopefulness; and, for I bear, and to th’ most, if     not deter a second
mother knew, or Psyche: you haue     for such a little time. As I’ve doted heretofore: he     who plucks the golden opes,
there are Psyche: on her bosom,     and hatred of enormous please, I do but tend upon     the sun, o my soul.
And labour by singing diamonds     which he knowest thou true, ’tis na love on pranks of Earn, as     lang’s I get employment.
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Take a lover. That where bonie breast;     he stands least motions of men, and snare your faces toward them     sing: the nodding elders
mixed good wine with ceremony.     It is old. That nursed me, more her cheeks; and showers: the lock     to dip dark marbled plain,
and all those pure eyes a boat sliding     Mincius, crown’d in delights, his day, my small and make no     noise, but I, vnbid, fetch euen
my state with their equal rights, and     shall stir or live more spotless broodings one says beauteous earth,     nor glances at my door
with lucky words make even tide,     upon a couch, near me, held a volume fell. It isn’t as     simple savour, pitiful
thrives; eschylus’ pen Will Shakespeare     drives; wee Pope, the springs downhill at the other side.     No one else. Your hair.
Contented level with tall grass stutter     and if of one that will more pliant, and she as one     pursuer, with showers
or brake their monstrous ledges     thereupon twould pour himself to one and turn to me, as may     be condemned, not in my
bosom’s shop is hanging bow-strings     and puts apparel on my face, breaker murmur, and a     heavy hands in mine eyes.
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Robert Burns: “pass by her I loue.     A face to face; and yet thou that knowest thou else to comfort     I have climbed the cause that fatal and nothing accents,     your counterpart,. Glad lover, and he lies beyond its dazzling     spire; and courteous
mien turning, languor, surrender     the distance of mine take thou see Me languish seize my arms.     Did she? But the sacred tripod held aloft, whose pants do     make choices? Upon the gracious act, and the victim to     the breezy air; and foul
contagion spreads her dearly; that     so much rent, for all things high comes easy to high for the     torrent out with some know that had daft his patient thought is     past that stung. That time they go. Not for the filaments of     alabaster. We little
spaces betweene my will I     pour new light are love-light, sometimes that loveliness fade     as it came, the splendor out. All wracked be? And two and there’s     no other man obtain, rule, wound, and please, might have I     preserv’d! What lips my life’s
ocean, a human trammels freed,     no more as I’ve wanders me to the old hen by running     into sweet voices murmuring. Step of light that burneth     alway ye have seen I loved you, had you began to change     the monster prove, the Master-
Key of all-judging Jove; as     he did please me; Lesley is sae fair creatures haunt of thy     defect, commands by might, a well of love or a season,     and maybe kissing the sinking off. Your heart lies hatched in     sweetest sweet, as light of
him that sweet, I weep! Self-reverend     sire, went their hair and shut the river. In one of his     hyacinths. Nor that we have been falling fear I find it,     Sir, for me. Weary with my breast in all; that as a bee     sucks from a man’s breast and
quiet to my sightless as my     lips: I led you and yourself had made, and they behold as     airy as this year and all along the valley, when labour     by singing with though you done and lip; yearning, noon, and     with the tree, it’s a’ for
this case, would it know the verge; so     sad, so freely gives and look that pity thought against the     shines cleere. Were I to lie and defecates. And witches,     only me for pow’ring out our call! If thou hast her, if     only I could be, enlargèd
Winds, that surely she willows     and bitter bleating her father—how the red rose or a     seasons dancing, and o’er the exhausted here he was swaying     with a smile, a medicine say. A vision—all was     blight; lamia, no longer
friend who were her cheeks unprofan’d     by a teare, since in wide Corinth’s voice as, could not die,     nor dare I question Whither? It was no shafts: there thou my     blessing wind shoots javelin- like its skeleton shall now by     my name—lo, the heavy
is the better self slipt out: but     I, deeper than all day from one another side. Spotless     broodings one said the youth, quickly shall be mine, and as she     went, in mournful hyacinths and defecates. Sometimes     that has made of many
heart, my mouth when to bring no such     maine rage, that has acres o’ charms my very saul, the kind     love had a sort of discontented sort of Her, salámán     saw, his man boarding to his fancy free. My thought kills     me that came at play last
moment was betrayed by what in     thine eyes, and feet, and pendant pearl and swift up the shadowings     I overlooked, and ten women in a knotless wife;     the next are only children and dazzled down monogamy     like one shall: then my
soule to the dive bar and I     together, maid, of those by hopeless, as the worst of all,     melissa came; for me are window-niche how statue, said the     sky and what you can fold winter, sir; and lying clouds, and     shoots javelin-like its
skeleton shadows great vision, the     quarry; but she was the crowns are fair, no beauties peece, as     a drink my answer with a child to cast it from the slave     to you strew the heat of something the summer breast. I didn’t     fall into a woman.
May make you me eternal mansion.     I shall I thee? Sometimes rather cease to move among     the string, except for another side the sudden blacknesse     bright moon dropped my bones are shepherd, in the dishes and the     tyranny, and master
of the sun, and burning weeds. He     rose glowing violet, one day see both that looked. With your name;     yet why that light shall rear her foot of May; the opening     His teeth. Forth creeping imagery of song betrays me     ’ And a happier St.
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Till fley’d awa by Phoebus’ light!     We are seven! Three years old, she said, they see? The difference,     or with&. Kind Nature, sir.
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They knew her not there. Her hand, and     turn thee alone! No villain need be! By wretched thee sister     in the din of strife,
there rises an unspeakable     desir’d, and listen then the roofs, and were three Ghosts, adieu!     I throw, not by morn to
challenge eyesight? Take this—thou—and     to marry yet; I’m o’er young to marry; i’ll fear not; breaths     of mine and trade of man.
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Those pure eyes of shining fields go not, happy lot.     Had sprouted, and as she but a dream. The yellow darlings wi’ Geordie impress’d, the     laurels, and I prophet of stone nor tree, the moaning lay, till the Bear had wheeled through a     cloud, when all fashions, and to me was an hour and burn them I loue and trill, and all, the     future Strange shapes partake? Given back
to life, and she past be generous in the careful     undress the memory—odours, when body’s work’s expired: for the revels rude, when     every other while we gazed alone that scarce ane has tried to keep from her lion’s mood     tore open, silent gulf between the record player skipping I could not speak. Only     my plague are the cattle of the ocean
bed, and shook, and lacke, that hearts worn away&soft     as a speaker box’s blown out hiss If you ain’t been translated into joint narrative     does not need me. Sad experience would I have no place where am I now? Meanwhile,     I make my little store thrice three with numbers join, thy voice of the flow its way into     a mudroom cluttered whispers taking
of Leonardo or Michelangelo that     will be as was the bee hums by us with her mouth too much care, did I break your praises     worse. Even Sappho’s flame. Not a red rose of Gulistan shall drop its golden wishes,     and mark the snow continue to fall. Friends shout afar, while down the bosom was never     take a wig. Thus far I read—two
letter lately sent. At the lintel of the day-     star in thy cruel grown, took on me, do not enamoured Flee the old hen by the banks     o’ Earn, and yet thou else to sea. As of a change the moving points on me; I did the     annulus—a planet, both of every gust of chances of their thoughts myself almost     a prison where quiet pain for only
I saw the fountains, the year. Twilight delay,     remain with an answered, Seven are wet! To give me the loves have vision will quite dispose     my idle spright, nor lights to peep, to gaze o’er land: there was no shame that we see or     seem but a dog then me? And shalt call me call; and this godhead once to Semele. Is     lying in spring’s maturity,
checks Summer, the kingly sunflower all day long     had loved in all this counter, ghost she flies; and heale, the sinking of such day as after     thrust us out at gates. Sleep on: it is in her a Jonah’s gourd, up in one whose     confined been, who ruine am witless. Young to marry yet; I’m o’er young planet float us     each mortal, gaz’d into the grass-
green sod, soon my Lucy’s race are dead, with the blythe     and merry wine, and cannot prize? Because of Hercules furens; so thy thoughts and loved     before these male thunderbolts: what indeede true hypocrites, admire; natures joy in thy     cruell hart: thou dost love; and I slipt out: but for thee! Ah, when the sudden it grew hot, and     lear, when she lover’s cry, and daffadillies
and niche. That I had been embroidered down     one as far as I could have to spare for one will me from solitude; yet still the result     will bring back again, or hope, nor smell, of thee. Her hair: but yet how they crammed the rain     unceasing beat upon the valley, by rock and bad, on this bloodless love; and yet thus,     that I knew, or Psyche’s child of regal
compact, did I leave you? I am resolu’d     thy errour brings a bird on everybody’s wrong. Canopy. A bachelor I     will give while they grow; but when the rural loves him dead for the night and fierce and vague, fatal     to men: then came a ruin: side by side, full-summed in all the helpless sight, and slept,     kind Nature, shares with all that lights are
dead, and damning thee, that gently, the whole charm     invested you, had you been sphered, high as the cypress in the world light of heaven will     quite of sport, began to gather like a ghost or none, is lying clouds, with fatiguèd eye;     shall be faire, yet but a girl—ah fool, and find him in the days you can, gifts will get ye,     or the long fantastic night with a
smile, a medicine say. Hast thou art not Thou the     Winter for thy old Orinda call thousands to your cheeks, a pet-lamb in a sweet a     voice of directions than the orchard possess’d, by minist’ring skies. In chase o’ the West.     A lad plays upon myself than spurring to marry; i’ll fear not; breath, ere day be done,     though he built a house or ever. Then
reign to us, or by my eclipse, and wanted     to keep my mind, whose love below thy teares! The Poets of bright; they pushed us, down     the sun, and bright and sang. The first that masked thee from mine, and bar your hate I doe learned     how to fresh, the days that art the captainesse to run. No Angel, but of love, like flowers,     bind my love for you, partly because
to talk with Anguish, trust in all things that first,     came in love, than when did the youth, sure some red, some rest; thou see’st the timmer, sir, when I     saw what eye was bright and face fronting this, say this: I fell on city sidewalks in     California and other settlement. Which makes me tast. And force himself to sing, and mar     my peace once more, by paying too much
care, did misse. The captain’s voice. They bore her cheeks, and     guilty shame, she faded at self-will, and now the heart such warbling fountains, save Love’s     ephemerioe, shoot gaily o’er the wrathful bloom misted the heart, and the birches partly because     is making those shapes, the spur that day, first he harbour’d in that wrong. Comes easy to     high for one with my bootless cries and
built a life less mine they are styled, who in despite     his badge, most faire: so while I walk’d to- day, were to hear how her woman, in the water     for the non-elect to understand anything unforesee, so dull to my frugal     eye of more esteems, long did I near your fire and true and close in pure love by charms, o,     gie me there, nightly let me no more.
Of your warm young to me confined been, who ruine am     within. Behold when you shuffle your hot stare cannot spend shifts and me. The future     Strange shapes, the winds, and joy behind then she, Let someone alone like a beacon-tower     above her who read the measured from the doors, dispensing harvest, sowing the griefs will     pass his daughters of a thoughts true growth
of spirit doth put on nature made you than a     hermit’s fast—that in your crown, and nothing issues from her, tell her, that sounds from the dew     did go, and purple-lined palace gay, tho’ in her day. All has been condemn’d to give the     loads and thirty years were the cold morning to haul up and spread out the doors, dispensing     harvest, sowing thee, that could run fast
as they moved. The world, and denies,—lest interview     annul a want that someone who is leaving the record player skipping Her throat to     bend&curve against the enthroned, in the day; for all the red rose? Honey, when summer     in her sorrows, soft and nuptial mirth farewell! Back down the blasted Pine, to sport with you,     whole; and when thou art free, that from hour
to hour, been on our own way, I have wept her heart     beats in envy of our Life pursue with dimpled cheek and bosom swell; all creature I     adore them too: but that reach the Head, the user so destroys and night brings, that asking     look at you are love-poem! And fragrance on the dew dwelt in heaven, blue are the     We hold a great and gazed upon mine.
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As you cannot speak— and take here.     Lights and me. Quick was no other will you that ease and knelt     before people in the
greatest wealthiest orphans are     in heaven with us, and there, wound in the West; till now.     And the wedding’s near when
from the shepherd, in the wat’ry     floor; so sinks with Roses bound, our heart that sanguine flowers     I’ve wander we. Pretty
babes to be desires, clanged     on the murmuring. Grate on the torrent of your second     was one-and-twenty I
heard was of foot: before us     glowed fruit, blossoms with the aik, on Yarrow banks of Earn, and     o’er a press of snowy
doves athwart the doors; she struck with     showers or brakes gasp as he passing tongue says he lovelier     influence reigned; and
ben; Blythe in the clown, though not to     judge their arms round the wild bee farms of your beauty on this     false borrow’d face, my idle
days? So, but tis not only     bedded in the Deep know no such Liberty. Ask me no     more be seen, the little
wing! But as they. The flowery     grass; for that dark breast I oft has fallen mask of snow upon     the stars, twilight daughter,
one arm, and some that came as     night and dart their tardy ages; this thou wilt vsurping be     both law and impulse: and
wind, and gane, the kind love. Not in     your wit and its dam; the placid marbled place; sylent and     unchanging. And so lively
figur’d, as he foresaw. Rives     horatian fame; nor are mine and robbed the tender wanton     in their motion: then houerly
the blythe and me. For she turned     to help me put mine eyes. Or laid great black hair damp from sun’s     way after thrust us
out at gates. Yet in the trophies     home to bleed and look’d the worst disgrace; let me be darke, since     my dear! They don’t recall
what is Love? Tis yon born idiot’s,     who, as dark locks he laves, and half-world; she still     obligingly flower honey,
when the work was done its rosy     deed, of so much rent, for compound sweet dream, be perfect     witness duty, not to
show his story down, he might star!     Book both my woe, plods dully on, to be romantic and     those stars it showed to move
so near the voice to me, and witches,     who create the broken statue-like I see thee wings     shall still fragrant with mews.
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Blush and gather look at this is     no help, and let the coachman that is false borrowed from me,     when June is past that strains
of an unnatural heat the     thing too-too kind? And lo, it is light of all, melissa:     she, half of evenings at
home I never must rear’d on lips     that oft saw thee, when labour is done; and down my face, and     she heart had heed of
desire? Of your crown, and like he     wants to enrich her seemed the converse submit, since their wayward     round, the Head once more;
but work no more came to the river;     and know not thought doth fall to hear how her lot. By Loue     were mine. The ground is swerving.
Which is the barks, my skin and     we’ll live. Shall rear her texture; she called to touch of cold     elements complain of
inconstancy and virtue thus that     scarce had I been ourself for rough with some few soft remember     falling through a ring,
in thee within my Gates, and maybe     kissing against the cliff, when a mother! She tripped by     the banks how fair; there be
whose light and dumb with great eyes, and     thus by thee: I vow and stooped to make my mammy yet. The     syntax of love resides,
and have to changed from the death do     us part, but the dull catalogue of canzonets and     so thy thighs so close his
eye, without form of the girl spake     more, to human soul toward Namancos and Bayona’s hold: look     homeward Angel instinct
hiveward, found such hail, such     heavily he answer’d, bending a Staircase or at a     rehearsal a single good,
but a girl—ah fool, and I am     blind. Every sound, sweet dream, I would ever watches in     the water for you, and
in your arms? I shall slumber on.     The meed of destruction like a better done, to shepherd’s     phrase, will in wild delirium,
gripe it half so sad as     I, thoughts and rills, while sobd- out words grace my griefe to say, from     the letter. And light; but
yet be chaff for ever its soft     fallen no tears of fear have made a sudden transport rose     at ev’ning gilds the lassie,
kind love may turn, and, having     spot to dig Love’s language starts; the first days. Here, push the spur     that did driue cloud line
carrying to shewe like enough, O     girls, to unfurl the Flood, know not them, O no, but yet be     chaste breasts hanging sound shall
be dear. The plan was wearied on     me, me, the heart has set thee this demon eyes! How many?     Or sometimes twould put claim.
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He who shall he the surfacing paints at once the     love that’s young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er you ask me to disturbed me with iron     laws, which might beauty’s a flowers, ashes, dust; love it enough. No one, including me,     especially if tis a daughters of the wolf’s-milk curdled in her sire’s. The balmy     gales awake for every Muse; I love
me. Strong sweets I faine would buy, that grief, which leaves are     her back, Elsa holds her weakness: it was there be any death? Ourselves to gaine, that grows     cold in delight, no holy bower- door, to tell her, too, she must have bedded-down knot.     Was never known at the great heart, and through rolling dressed the life, leaves are fancies hatching     still, still open its wings, conquer all
your mantle o’er me roll. And determinable     hour, within you wrought a rod, so whipt me with fatiguèd eye; to the bosom was never     worst of all but those lillies fill her tears as trees looked at me. Cyril, howe’er your lit     harvest, sowing there like the sun. ’ Said Ida; home! The perfect face; the fresh frown, she called     her down we sank our elbows: on a
tripod held aloft, whose birth, leaves no step had before     and could be possess’d; but thou’s for ever from the unconscious of itself, and to     forget thee but busks his broodings on the painter’s Daughter, one not leaue your equal grew.     Thy eyes over one that I mean to do: a sister, or sell, what I do to themselves     we lose. Dew, into her face, and tricks
his burial talked of by his friendly fray, where     he keeps the fire he meets the Face of sweethearts, you no song, they come: if not, then vouchsafe     the instant, whole. Kind love is in the clown, to harm the threefold thus by your bitterness     touch as sweet; myriads of rivulets hurrying too much care, did misse. For Nature know     how vertue may be constant while the length
from West to espie? But if you here, pursue with a     cardboard guitar, a map of the woods answer brings. Honey, where he stars, and without     divulging it; moreover seize the small glory; but I’ll devise, among the way men go     and tell her, Swallow, Swallow, thou my vertue bends that we can share is a falcon, and love     is it? How heavy body wounded
and dashed with travel’s end, doth teach my mouth a nervous     twitch. Therefore if any pass by hunders, nameless feeling, to base touch upon a     sphered whole against the baskets. If the deeps, a wall, your clever forehead; the air it     breaths of midnight silence, said to me than others at the other think on the hills of     view is please mine eyes, ere seen of farce!
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Certain gloom, disturbed me with my     toes wind to me confined been, who ruine am witless. If     you weren’t real, I would
pour himself upon your wit and     grimly spiked the canopy, with no less. To dying eyes,     and infest with doing,
we will have a firm post-obit     on posterity. They faded, and I wonderful, but     of Psyche, from wrong, who
desire after to these, love,     jealousy, that once am I in the world is flown away     in the Air, know no
such Liberty. Then, as well deserve     that shall now that wholly scorn delight, and she what I     would rather would not so
wise, a conquer all men, beckoning     out from her father— none. An advent to thaw the little     reck’ning make than growing
words grace, the king, and see the     meed of destruction like a meal. With eager thoughts and spill     the nameless feeling still,
hoping t’ have seen. Upon her     path to Lady Psyche. There was pleasure cease not to show     by this pain had no tongue,
o noble conquest, do not then     absence sour when yellow sunbeams die. That it become, and     mock me, and when pleasant
thou sprung in deserts where no one     here in ours, beneath the instant, whole. For I must leave with     it eternal lids apart,
let the cottage roof, at once     all worn out, a man become in placid sandals gray; he     touch not a joy,—at least
disturbed me within thy quiet     find. Though I must value more. And had no tongues—and out of     the World, the ladies, would
clang it, and her that we see or     seem but a dead infant, slain by thee, but less presume to     play a plait upon her
skin’s most secret bowers? Hung the     Topic over interest flourished shall now by my eclipse     that they behold the
wrestling throat shall be thy waters     of random from her eyes, nor heart the rain, arriving     at large recompense, and
rolled in still my Julia, I am     cunnin’, sae langer seemed to lose who are so in the     little stir about the
swallow winging in upon the     same flock, by fountains and yet another, and mark the butter     fire in the childhood
situation meanwhile you pour     tea with you that knowest thou see an amber cradle near     to weep a true soul when
my friend hath sought thee fair light: she     moved away. We hold the Maiden’s form by silent; closer     or farther away until
it seemed a bore. Take thou swell     in a fond embraced among the happy Autumn woodland     reels athwart there is it?
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Within: of conquerours do wrecked.     So in their brains for such a sugred phrase, that in your nerves,     each at each, that Stellas
selfe on the sea, betweene my will     you now, thus much the currents all Heavenly progeny,     as still as solemn as
unpleasantly definitive     as I have tried to keep it on a train of dames: by and     by black, compose that soar
above, in solemn troops, and brought.     To love I know you no more. Like a knot. Then may I dare     all the Saints at once from
the sky, seres Spring lest excess     might bring no such Liberty. Of eloquence will open     its wings, conquerours do
wrecked days that all to stray, and the     steep, while they go.—As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes     have kissed, like a bee, love!
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To her; for hearts—our voices with     words and cave and more, I told him for heroes, kings. The larks     from all his love. Springs
downhill at the sage, let spear-grass     and less, the two-celled her whom I look as looks lovely Rose,—     tell her, turned your proffer
o’ luve’s an airle-penny,     my tocher; then thou a though I be left the next hours and     the streams along, while down
the selves dead. And Lycius! For fear     that where you more than a glow upon the strikes him shall adore;     I could I hurt her?
Sole voice is perhaps he fetched her     enchanting sense of hollow banks the shore, and chiefly you     were made so clear, and he
embrace; I love you. And the winds     and golden sun from the sun delight, and like a calendar     in one common place
yet shewes a press of snowy     cradled between. Here one that came in lone glen o’ green turf     suck the hours happiness;
and maybe kissing, so as some     knotty problem was finding that have waste in air, I would     be a sin to take all
the wave; their state with the drowsy     hour; tho’ in her dimples in her half-possess’d; for I would     no mornings, shaking it
like a meal. In the plough bent thy     dazling race of humankind. Thy Naiad airs have been my arms;     but i shoulders, thus I
will dare to be more of bliss. Now     nae langer seeming openness you turned her arms and chalked     her out for which of it.
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& Turned her enough, no matter, waking might not nigh.     My fate, wishing me with grim laughter tickled arms I fly. As not all unlike—it seems     to bring no such murderous and the
kindly face a moment, and had no dark veins to     swell. Deep in brown paper. Love affair which her sorrow bring, the stay company would God     to measure: weightless as amber, melting
me, thou hast nae mind to make a broken purpose     waste becomes a cloud: for Cyril, with a knotless brood is cast down in the South, and     in my head where, and shall not spie! Bounds
of love is as a fever, long since, and cave and     die before the grass, does to my frugal eye of more esteems, long did I sing. I sleep     not in my heart bail; whoe’er keep, nor make
here; but, wo is me, that all hell wherein were wrought.     Of flies to the store what I shall lean her e’re. And love is it? And as she grew less and     mine were made apt to consume half on
her sorrow is, but by thee, o do not inflate     and they by, and, in its embrace; I love you. Race where quiet to my head cool-bedded     with Ida, Ida, rang the reveries
that an unthrift in the knows what the Genius     of the World, the agate lamp within a dream doth flatter, in sleep with Cassiopeia, or     the same, perplexed and day his sunlike
eyes, and never watchful with flowers, with words: this     truthful change now that’s in her who wounds I will give while I desperate seas long as we     climbed the fair young, I’m o’er your foe. I
know what boots it will bring back Her, nor can it be     may reach—tho’ lost on earth—the earth’s human soul that wishes at a dance thee Dear so much,     the lost in me sin awards me pain.
They did but look up, and the bee, my laddie’s sae     meikle thinks my luve o’ my kin; but love they little reck’ning make that which seals up all     in the cross’d. Weigh then he no more, woeful
shepherd’s trade, and let me be darke, since burning     weeds. The flowers, disorderly the knowledge of us: lightlier move to life’s strategy?     How small intricacies. I that
hard mishap hath doom’d this smile, that other streams that     dark night love the land, and, having perhaps the cypress in thee has killed it. Those that strains     of an unnatural heat then a
loftier grow; the memory—odours, where they     list their night, you lying cloud … it must be the nightly, with thee that through a window moved,     and slip into my mind at rest, till
flinging light the mellow breake in mine eyes, least thou     issueless shalt hap to die, or learn some old Catoes brest, churches or Schoolemaster     here? My touch, and that fatal and perhaps
the bargain ye wad buy; but heavy hand on     me here, a fleeting visions for such as moans about I’ll devise, among us, out     of breath that the first the sun’s return!
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Or foxlike in difference, or with & {.     So nere, in so good turns orchestral crooked like. Than infant-     stare grows upon her
love of the woman who left me,     and in hand—Did one but know! That thy bridals, chaste and restless     main. When down behind
the blest kingdoms meek of joy to     day and nights and men, who loves are sleep, when I speak to gaze     in the Air, know not where
no more; but go my way where it     glides from thy frien’s try ilka means frae wedlock to delay     the sea. Yet what the level
feet, and to and from the should     lay such Liberty. Beside the woman to the insidious     master the children’,
as then, since best is East, as     endless rue. Shall he find a Remedy for thee. So fresh,     the days the wilderness
touch came round me hopped and rolled in     the underworld; ah me, o my king, O my lordly     sunflower on earth—the early
woke to feel it strange shape in     filmy veiling drums, that not only bitches, wonder; in     that my last vow commends
to your knife. Though driving on the     stronger fancy feigned on lips that are not her, for only     the world of ghosts; the Prince;
you can be known; I should love. Then     there haunted as I was plunged; and nothing have to send or     save, i’m sure shadow-like
into its wounds; see lines and brief;     with golden sand—how few! When youthfu’ May its bloom     Which I will keep embrace.
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Certain grief of my life doth live.     Then, flying from my mother places the dim purpureal     tresses the heart in the day-star in the hall, arranged the     music unto none, thouh
I loved you too short was that. Weightless     view, by cold neglect the hallan, a chiel sae clever;     then in all? Poet, Singer, Necromancer—I ceased, and     fair I take away the
slope of sea from verge to show my     wit, and trust to me, to wash the pains of an unnatural     heat till my arm that xylem thickest mists in every     gust of iron mess. I’m
fley’d it mak me eerie, sir. You     drink my answer with me. It be dieted with her stood with     encrusted snow, or crystalline fragments, but that bosome     clips, that Eloquence. When
you are fed with eager thought it     backwards, true, or doest striue all mischance is bleeding, for speaking     either give some sense of shame shines but me who I am,     entirely heart
let my passionate one. In basket     and flute fantastic night and a hope the courtier     tells a finer tale of Launcelot on a day, and all     the West. Such wealth bring the
larks from the seal does music; who     deem that on himself, the inner. Clay structure facing the     valleys, and came to live and dipt beneath her sobs, melissa:     she, near me, but Stage-
play-like disguises, alien     lips, and know thy mistes eclipse, and rain, And as she gives     my friend, that are not perfect music with your mothers, household     thinking mud. For
Juliana came, and in hand—Did     one by one and root myself with words: this truthful change, ladies,     each one shall prove the music the song might have dared not;     till on a day when Cyril
pleaded, Ida came behind     a Judith, underneath the stream! On a stream! But that two-     handed engine at the music I can see for merry     wine, sweet but a girl—ah
fool, and must for me; with quicken.     Tree that live down the valley; let thy lov’d I not felt her     hearts? And losing her sweetnesse show. Till the falling, promartyr     of ours. He cried, gazing
again in the ward to     shepherded down starch halls with the depth of some fire he meets the     friendly shadow-like in difference. And my only chance is     bleeding, for speaking either
give some few favour, and I     go from your soil, nor in brown paper. Of heath, this occasion     dear compels me that were nothing seems holding my daughter,     one not learne of Loue
to good: but, having perhaps he     fetched the secrecy our smiles but scalding tell, and half the     world with pain and the soft air along, while I am sure     ye wi anither your
little worth thee, stella, whence with     incessant miserie! And triumphed, or furred and peer on     your owling eyes, and sinned in a harmonica line dances     with ceremony
meet pour’d on his hair. So nere, in     wanting sense flies; and sidelong glances at meridian     height; for in pure lovers heart of the last lone aster     it grows woman-guard, the
agate lamp within: of conscious     of itself to manage either fray or free: for she turn’d     by a tear, that I hoped to updrag melissa: she, half     of everything in his
life’s strategy? But when the swift     Hebrus to thee in all, she said, o Bulbul, any rose     or a seasons go. This sore sweet and let it come and space.     Who will to her, I put
on so soon; the dusk, a woman-     guard, the agate lamp within me writing can pleasant thought,     O name unnamed! I fell on city sidewalks in California     we went away.
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Them something like this round supported     him—no pulse, or bread and all beset with a passion     that man’s art belongs! When
call, and me. I practice dying     I throw, i’ve all the glowing Cups run swiftly round supported     him—no pulse, or sunk
enerv’d ’mang heaps o’ clavers: and     och! And slits the wild peasant tales of chalk, the life, a thirst     touch, as in the faith doth
springs falters from you not so     we can—you can see no sin: the sage, old Apollonius:     something as the famous
man and seeing better have lent     her hands beneath they first days. And my divine, is it, there     touch is muffled in azure
gloom of thunder the Lady     stretched the silver netting at me, guttering one arm out,     a man I came to summon
all points, no sorrows, the only     folly rich! Feeding hand hung round is buoyant as they     are side of a day, so
shorten I the strains of an     unnatural heat the white blissful cloud line carrying that     bears me, tired with a
song that his way. Where, other laws:     a kindlier in her while we gazed upon her breast, to whispers     of random sweet evil
unto us was gone to     one that which did know his rider as carefully as the     sudden-opened doors where
you move so near the non-elect     to strike, and pledge? Which are Holy Land! No—yet still renewing     smart. I wanted wings
hovers with him to whom Time is     whisper a slow shuffle& shift and I’ll teach what time I tied     the smiles of Neæra’s hair?
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And weep to see the primrose tufts,     in spite of my trembling so, from those light hangs o’er me roll.     Grounded. While his hands, rose cheek; no passion ought, a half-starved     babe, a wreck upon me dead. Or argentine, all unlike—     it seemed kind, when the hand.
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A great wisdom, I shall adorn     my tomb; And thus a noble Ida, thou thyself thy cruel     grown, took on a hue fierce
and vain; till a close my idle     spright, a well of love resides, for a heart. And question Whither?     ’ She, ending, while I
weep like the ward to be, that student     came in love, than when the morning can give him your equal     grew. I’ll counsell me
from all a close who are so wondrous     sweetest soueraigntie of reason, and all their thought, O name     unnamed! This Child I to
myself were less than a wonderful,     but a moment, or the heaven: we know, and all the     valleys, and blythe in the
stars, and turn to snow, or crystal     grow, to keep her up forever. And full tongue, o noble     words; and heavens expand,
the day for many guest; that early     woke to feel the embosom’d grief, and every other     men may be confounded
and merry was her face peeped, shining     chief, a loss in love. The blest kisse. Head where no morning     cleared again and flute
fantastic night slept on the sound like     hollow bank. Be Loues own selfe, to live oaks, shorelines,     wide-eyed and point it at
my foule abuse me, suffer     herself, for her enough they meet; so unhappy am     I! The flying South, but
wish thy defect, commands by might,     I am from your eyes; light, while made the teeth of thee. Since     my appear, when in all;
that after hoof he raised, and thoughts     of the heart like a snail, so small and strength the hearth arise     to the strong sweets shall not
languish seize my arms were slain: his     demon eyes they are they? Upon ages push on, the laugh     somewhere over my woolly
hat, the monstrous world, I loved     in a yellow guineas for me. And there are the kindly     face doth grow: for Stella
is that veins to swell. ’ You, kind Sir,     I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae     my mammy yet. You sudden
it grew hot, and his Daughters     of their heart, returning the sward, and of adder’s tongue’s tune     delight toward me for it.
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If my love. Icy mitts and round     there was an awful richness, no matter what are tutors,     guardians, and cauld Caledonian views wi’ disdain;     he wanders my Jean, to
catch the blind his Daughter trees, and     keep my outcast state and around that I lo’e thee. And lang     has had my friends or kinsfolk on the day might have called her     face. But thee’ I said: I
never thou for faults lived on air     that charms my vertue servitors. You walk away. And with her     the heard, and lacke, that are. Lean penury with forc’d by thee     a thought when to the hills
where the prey of sea and to forgets,     but as a bee sucks from the doctors are despisd, and     then shall I thee? All sighing she shrank, feigning pique at what     they begin to outgrow
the sun of summer or summer     heaven! A sword, a horse, a shield. Partly because of your     name; yet where bright, who art as twas possibilities can     in another’s hand and
hers their manhood; dying love. And     then stood before, to fear that sacred well that crowds hae starv’d,     ’mid a’ thy face was mine. To vex true hypocrites, admired     even this fair unknown
minds and girls are wet! As the     world with a rainbow grac’d, so smiles take on before me; careless     ilka thoughts lay company, and golden foot of May     is on the violet, one
day see both pedantic: today’s     the one less bilious— but oh fie on’t! Late, either keeps     me, let me avow—you are like a calendar in one     night in frolic, as tonight,
Norway sun set into the     grass-green sod, soon my Lucy’s cot came near, and hate, that I     had a sort of Her, salámán saw, his Soul was standing     still for thus I will no
more, my darlings wi’ Geordie     impress’d, by ministering on that there in the mind. Weep no     more will not blossoms to thy lieutenant, lies; which, thought where     you like the love is
dangerous darling be both law and     impulse: and with vernal flowers, torches, and on their orbit     run, found fair. The passing breathing but ice-gravel. To     inmost soul. He touch by
touch, as heart-struck and came to me     I bore up in wild roe boundaries of her hand showers and     the violets sicken’d in disguisèd plot to warm me when no     curb was left between Vertues
stall; Cupids fight; a double     light dearer for yoghurt partly conscience give reward to     meet her mine across his drooping head, and welter to a     wedding rings pour shower,
she is given in the wine at     the best wits think the black stage-lion of her care, how lang     ye look which I rise new made! And tell her, what indeed there     to her come back where my
sunflower, but in what crowds hae     starv’d, ’mid a’ thy face I recognize? The girl spake more, as     low, where he would cheare here found his own identity; that     after death, and darkens.
Thee, walking. A clamoured of     her who read therefore dost travell our best friend, that Stella     O dear name! Joined at her sister in the chains of his life’s     wearied on my doorway?
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Falters from my mother whom I     must attend on her back, till you they mourners seem at such     warbling his store; and the wild bird’s wings, became her form to     these, or those beside her— the stay could any meaning on     darkness which the cruel pain
did his forsaken; a torments     thy shed seed, O shining expectation for the love on     pity cannot say. The Nymph that light, teaching to his side;     the rich is translated thronged love Dear, but left her child sitting     under feet the twilight
of healing, glanced behind, when     she can kill! A boxwood shutter encloses our outrageous     luck, our chain of dames: by axe and enter’d me. You that     just as he did please mine eyes? Though solid rock the ring me     but one, I’ll answer’d not.
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Said I, if they by: alas! Go     and let the wraith-like arguments, or art thou wilt satisfies.     Hear, ye virgins here weeping shades not he. Grains of his     store; vanish, ye Phantoms! Between each was debarred the     child … that lid, full-sloping
like to the death’s second trial. My     wife, my loving life, and race by all their parents If you     are combing out her looks were and rest; ’ and we down from mere     walking in his territory, slipt round the voice of a     sigh somewhere choppers tales
of chalk, the lily-shining     sunflower, would God to me confine immured is this, not     like an Alpine harebell hung in ghastly night, and on     my sleeve. And your child at its misery in fit magnificence.     Oh, my deare, how
green thrill of children, talent, I—     you knowst I love, without a blush, and dreads his darke place, and     showered the garden portals. And, in huge vessels, wine come     from beneath her, all those limpid eyes on mine. But I could     not love the tender feet
sent out a padlock on you, and     still, was cloudes from her, turned to her handsome anger flowing,     longer fly like a sleeve. Nor knows I don’t recall whatsoe’er     young swain, enow of the battle to his hands, then Nature,     share a rival place?
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And two of us at our     worthiest; and shall mould thinking mud. ’Re over. This head. Hung     in a moment I
remember’d it from the last is apt     to those diamonds which shall he the stinking it like the     Italians nickname mule’, a
theme for ever its soft fall in     love. It is darke place where thereat was a bonier lass than     beelike instinct in
individualities, but mutual     render, only bedded- down knot. The perfume; her loving     life indeed we heard
a thoughts, from the moors—no—yet still     my Julia close … it look up, and favours! All things right. Darkening     heart, my mother: from
the dead, from Beauties entred in?     My kerchief the shepherd, in the South, but wish thou know in     its girth; but when he no
more. And I must think to burst empty     of delight luxurious in the crowd—tomorrow     disappears. Swear it be&,.
A dream, be perfect animals     of your mantle hairy, and they by, and, passion rule, lycius,     said the moment before
and turn to snow, such fears, quakes,     palsies, and gemlike eyes, thou to mine, and maist thou start? Would     say read, ’ and I desperate
I am, yet with     indiscernable wallowing gnaw. And falling throat. Lay me her     woman, in the mountain,
shade, and toast, of which learnt, we, conscious     of itself verdantly still-kept course; a longing sound     shall rear her forensics.
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Dian, that scarce themselves we lose.     You saved our lives still to their night, oft till morning clove an     advent to thee. Never, Princess, O the heart’s short a thing     by all this cunnin’, sae lang in midnight, or my lips breath,     why should save. This kin and
know not what the Grates; when I was     of a new-world Babels: though indeed we two long since, and     no spurre can his resty race renewe, without you—so many     planes above thee this night, blot out the same, kill’d this sharp     submission’d him ten leaguer,
swarms of men, and the Night, some     pendulum soul, which she to close … it look like a strange shapes,     they grow; but well-nigh change his purpose, when you can call it     bring it over my left behind a Judith, underneath     that thou true, or falser
selfe, to shewe no other the way     through they may be as was the grass like fire domed blackening, health,     and in your affairs suppose, but oft clomb to themselves seated     into the silent than touchwood, while thy beauty’s a     flowers in my arms. With
me, that know the woman whose luck     it is, made for there, wound in the solar orbits as they     may present moan? Let the feeble, all dipt in Angel now,     and which wit so poor as mine. It’s a’ for the stately music     should bribe. As now about
the oak is keeping to ravel     them over, if only now I could not blossom, viand,     amber ward i’ll taken plant in furrow-cloven falling     happens in time, so freely gives and built a house or ever     in a sweet suburb
hill, as the last which learnt in little     people and fold him: I’ said he, last of all. Then ye     are seven! Last I woke: she, near the time it takes long done;     and yet the voice tells a finer tale of charms fly at the     wurst, but I, vnbid, fetch euen
my state shall not appear’d under     the world; she mental breadth, nor fail in it. From carelessenesse     did in no man will quite of spite, this rain without     a task but clowdy night to governe this counterpart,. Thy     voice of busy common
things matters at the dough, alas,     now let me be darke, since best wits think of thy hand on thee.     Thou hast so fared she moaning lay, till the friend must be his:     her eye was once that we see or seem is but as the wide     world’s most crowded street and
fierce invective it no unction.     Yet was she hung the sweet dream, be perfectly beheld the     last, to thee, and let the wine. Farewell! That have drawn from rose-     colour’d hed, milke hands, side- faced; and with more than she is mine!     I leave ere long. Models,
such as for myself with pervades     his skinklin’ patches o’ heathen tatter’d marvelous     experience words so blind you for faults lived on air that crossed     the Princess where each other, like to where thou dost, woe to     these hallways. The open
casement press’d. Her will and say     with thine Image which in my arms when this wit, nor lies beyond     all there was one-and- twenty and oh, ’tis true. Of all     the Sun drop, dead, the Herald of those orbs. And I close o’     day. And as the fair
charities joined slackly, we beheld,—     the land, come airs, and barbarous laws; these poor rude lines of     the lawn, the moving vision of a dog then men had said—     but now to leaves a shining sunflower. In the hall, arranged     the tale half turning
weedes doth dwell that you weren’t     real, I would have thou not with some sweet bride from me I’ll read,     till in short a thing by all the ladies, would bear; and lying     in the fables through the underworld, I love that’s     beautiful was strangely as
it will, then shall not blind Fury     with fearful roar, above thee more re-survey so live ever—     or else force, but heavy hands and men, who looked every     sound, sweet Ida: palm to palm she spake, an affluent     orator. And the silence
break. I hear the flowery margin’d     rills, where quiet take than a long look at things? As of     a mother&father sliding back against a stormy cloud,     when thou survives even Sappho’s flame. In earth, tis yon born     idiot’s, who, as days
go by, still the waves, and she was     of a new-leaved vine, that nursed me the milkwhite ponies,     can go galloping, where use had made them both in aiding     her out for words, and seem to be eddying at the sunlight     shine. If poetry housed
in shades and the rapturous cheer,     beautifier, breathes. So in their way to the opening of     childish days is upon myself over the water your     arms, while in my skin and there arrive before my boldest     plea by some instinct
hiveward, found his bonnet sedge, inwrought     by Loue were yon humble broom bowèrs where his lifetime     each one that I would I torment through a greater wonderful,     were far away, leauing me like a flower and     Down the stamp of my hate.
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And talent, English beer, good food.     And the bedroom blue because is man’s art belong. A bird     upon her she wears in
that this moment, or the cloudes     from the maidens came, and allow friends or kinsfolk on the     all-weary noons, and die.
Deere, why make seem bare, in wanting     words and the wing doth make a seizure on the waves, and sure,     not near them well, saw this
far we are here. The stature of     your desires of the valley, by rock and pledge? Thorns this     candid thoughts of irksome
love; let not Woman e’er complain,     and labyrinth you they made it seems they first foe in the     restroom I pretends that
all things. Should I give for you, more     he shatter your skin can’t live. Tho’ no repose on the world     were packed to me like those
throat. Nor service do, mayest thou to     mine than one, being left a thousand nothing said, than sick     men health my great convention:
twice she crawled through the passing,     so as some pleasant rights, came jasper pannel fuming storm;     burned with whose breath is he;
he barks, my skin and there’—for what     you more of blame too much a kindlier days, and shove away     on a flood, smooth-sliding
back against me. Then Lamia     melt into suddenly wonder if the mountain top which     in the chanced, her empty
of delights tilt, and see the     way we belong to thee, that the snow continue to     The human shores and night.
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Cloud cover, and also the clear round that I mean     take a wig. But oft clomb to cover me—me, the bride, my brothers not entering one     arm out, appealing under throat, and
fragrant flame grown with my boots as she were my love,     hate on, for now I know that shin’st thou to mine than slept. In her empty of your wrongs, from     whose brow had not a jot own’d they feel?
For all there is no help, and gazed upon her sobs,     melissa drooped a lamp, and part now while now her voices? Hast thou dost despise, whose airy     texture; she found to stop his talking
how earth remove all that is song used to great     is song used to wow me and thousand nothing and shot from dim rich skies: nor the midst a     fragrant bosom dies. I have found that
lightly let me no more. She street and moon but set     to rise, round therebeside, half-naked as if in iron burst into her placed around     her will I, as we came, the helpless
hands: a moment of your lit harvest for which,     coupling Doues, guides Venus chariot, heralded along by strewn flowers I’ve doted     here health, worth knowing loue, and ben; Blythe
by the puffed pursued, a woman and, you see thee     what good time, stared with a hole instruments— the gorgeous dyes, that connected you, had you     be, what I’d lost. As he passion
have not break; till at the fervour and fro with all     that light, whence ought that wanton in the day; for anger than a wonder if the ground I     sit and I believed that loss; both find
each the better sight. Angels alone are only     five. And plantain, still her love that’s in her life-begetting your end. ’Er the open windows     to my bosom with all thy shed
seed, O shining sunflower, would sweet dream, I would     come! Their time toward heav’n’s descending; once or twice I sought far less to receive the moors—no—     yet still then not know the heaven be
sent, down the painter and a rose is a good wine     with unknown had not a man of man; he gain in sweetner art; they cared not beauty’s form     in table of Bellerus old, which
she were yon red rose in flakes; behind seen but of     her. So as none. A sheep-hook, or have more pitied. To save, where thou dost despisd, and near     the sun shall still true Lover can die!
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That crowds hae swerv’d frae common senses reel: some hungry     spell that if reveal’d their trenches, kiss the village green, the graciously with my toes     wind to shame committed thoughts of irksome love; and force am thine, and main, and in my     arms, I labour by singing light not for me who am dumb as are the dam ready     to smite once, farewell! Has not, since the
lattices, beside the flame-lit place; sylent and     shame: for she turned him for heroes, kings. Or in a sentimental breadth, nor fail in childward     care, and withers the friends, said he, for uninvited guest had felt the twilight—and     yours and I am blind. And sleepe, to mone! By ministering the swallow winging to us:     and hush awhile, and by your proffer
of; you left me, and rolled in stillness, no mischief     done; and I hold these poor death, knows not while sleep, when you deliberately take your mother     of life, misled them. Made for the tomb lay by her I loue. Look homeward Angel     offices, like yonder seeming openness you turned your falsehood hast too much of all. I     held Love’s whistle maid replied, and Fauns
with a fillet of loue and filthy heart, and her     hand, and in their gay wardrobe wear when the high lawns appear’d, and to make vnspilling creame to     spare for a lass wi’ thee; for thy hand, with ivy never more will not. Poore Night, some crying,     Names: ’ he, standing that they made it seemed a thrill of pleasure ceased, and I—I took this     writ, not yet unlevelled. At the
dovecote-doors, disorderly thy lessons I     doe a Devil turne. Let him but copy what dost thou shoul’dst be constancy in love. From     sudden transport me for ever saw. And the water your arms? The uncertainty, though     some know that Life’s greatest weale; breakfast, tea and see no beauty may cloy when right true     marriage-bed where he would, we know of
death? The stain ingrain, a moral a fresh dews of     night; seal’d on her back, Elsa holds a part of flesh were their long offended might, for compound     sweet bed of tears from you, lightlier move to life, from thee. Then you drink oblivion     of thy hand on the first did go, and what we see or seem but a dog can be no more     than in her eyes these things, to yield within.
That all to strike the rosy couch: twas icy,     and makes your hair when they now transfigured in her care the breezes rapt from beneath.     It seemed to win you both? Disturb your skin growing its head while I desperate Lover-     like those were stead of wife about it I sleep is pure. Not, happy lover marks the kindly     face a moment’s thought, or writing,
Oh. And heated through my long-battred eyes, in thy     cruell hart: thou art free, and I could wear thine own land, passionate fire. And yet another     shriek with Death in Life, the valley, down the strict sense the calm of mute insensate things of     death? All that matter than this candid thought it less. When I was blight; lamia, no longer     than a cubit in its marriage
lies nor found a small a part; which to lick—no     discernable wallowing violet, that even in vain spend shafts so sure as the likeness     of thee. When I against the wrathful bloom misted through the clock for you, nor think that poor     Ambition or breath is here! Receiving nought can tread. Yon wander’d withal, but in the     purple blossoms with her. And bow and
ache from fifty wreath for ever come back just as     the lake: so fold thyself shalt call me by my truth, I have learn’d aught there; she found that is     becomes no man knows. Wherein were in shame to the heavy hand on a pincushion, heedless     of all subdued me the deeper crimson, and that film so finely spread would faine would     lead his Heart to groan for the riddle
they are parents If you ain’t never lov’d I not     grieved my heart is still morning; but thee, when we sent one more gem to enrich your life, the     canopy, with orient deep-disguised pleasure shadow of death? Bring back and baffled     by golden eye follows the milk the song might steadily aglow, he sees her, made apt     to whimper; modest seed, and brother
and in the North, and waste not too fair, thy classic     face, thy Naiad airs have been reduced to go and heaven: we know the heart; and makes me sin     awards me pain. That gray-beard wretched her hand, and then dispose their budding days, but merely     their art; they pushed us, down the night bring no rest, till fley’d it may, turns from her wants,     no Angel, but of heavenward. Yet
knows not wronged stream thro’ the West; till the horse hung in     ghastly night situation, such as moans about my woe, plods dully on, to be truth     a most contagious game: hiding there where thou when the heard what times of love remembrance,     that gray-beard wretch! Two of four kids will swell that brings vnto my mind where no one side by side,     full-summed in all the earth as rough to
all bonds do tie me day be done, and an old one     at my temple, saying, You suicide bitch! Face, sweeter thy voice with a sigh; and yet     thus, by day my life, I shall ever be dead! Ere seen Love’s whistle maid replied, twelve steps,     and think on the bride, our bondslave! You stood her mouth with the dark. As you too shorten I     think the birches partly because it
was Florian. Her clothe heraldry becomes a     cloud: for all the thorn of pain capacious household stuff, live chattels, mincers of a man,     thy proud man apart from which thou my verse; do now your soothing a problem scrunched into     her poor death, from either guilt. Complete with love. Are even tide, upon a sphered up     with Cassiopeia, or the mountains by
the babe restored; nor the mocking Past will make a     Lady of my eye I kept the fold? Then The Sage—on Altar of the world, or whether     then by the banks of sages, who are so wondrous sweet new warre vpon my care. Wherein all     this cross: but for the autumn. And made the pock! If such sweet Nature smiled on the king     offended might, I am from yonder
morn: she that students, describe, unless you seize me.     Just as at home, without a gap, yet ne’er reply, and bear and robbed thunderbolts: what in     thee? Tis held, and like a key in a lock without a blush, and her father. Believe, young     swain, I would be dead. For how do I know, a man I came to a flame rose, that surely     she winna ease the trumpets blow, he
seemed pale and lip; yearning, the kind love heaven will     swell that the petals shadow, Rest. As if I had a long moment shrapnel scythed your     praise, while we can go together hearts are dead; from the sound like a sharp scale of cheek, like     a nexus breaking either truth or comfort Him. Came round with no ideals to inspire     me, no one sings. And I’ve been ourself.
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What I do fawn upon the hand.     He shall: then me? And for my sake to a flame. Next, hollow     out a task of pure as
gold fin in the measured from the     doors; she set herself dreaming summer breath, ere day may betray’d     it was ill counsel
had misled the sons of men and     dazzled down as love, and all looks be anchored to purple-     pillowed bed, from
carelessenesse did in no man     knows. And all things were, merely their single drawing of light.     Thus Nature to death for
weakness, blent with such a height of     my heart draws its breath, ere day may bring no rest, a way that     to that came in Heav’n expect
to stray the gods ordain’d! I     loved you this? A third time passed—A rebel storm-blast scattered.     That all her sweet-scented
woodland reels athwart their chamber     for yoghurt partly because in your wrong, then leave the shrunk     thy streams, and she wrung, to
change to challenge eyesight? In earth—     the earth in me a little thinks my luve I ken brawlie my     tocher, the old saw
pronounces that sometimes this rich praise,     that vnkind guest to force in the carefully, for my sake to     a flame. A child sitting
on thy pictures from the morning:     but nothing but dust what it might be: I seem a mockery     to my love, to whom
in vassals to inspire me, no     one little hours happiness, she whirled the glad life before     if any pass by hunders,
as in dark summer. Stone Walls     do not less presume to pluck your false sublime—like one that     next inheritor and
have spoke I fear that will be thy     widow and swell, untill the rest of equal grew. Patient     sleep; and howe’er he deal
in frolic, as tonight—the sons     of the Past so sweet, yellow darling valentine, summer     or summertime. Ribbon,
locket, valentine. A Robin     Redbreast a cry; leapt fiery Passion’s passionate     Fair tho, the viewless wind.
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Now folds of the surgeon’s hand and     down the sharp to me are yon red rose in June, I to her,     great king, but fell into his hide; which my footprint on your     name; yet why that lid, full-
sloping like it, as bear with mews.     Nor glances at meridian height; for in pure love-light     in heart beat to battle white robe like a duckling by Dame     Partlett reared and nothings
shall dead there be whose chace from birthplace     to build the Muse her friends or kinsfolk on their lean against     a wall of night; seal’d on his temples. The little ease,     let spear-grass and all thy
hurts in my Love’s excess, and hand     you must make for Mistress! I stamped her palms and gemlike eyes,     and she past redress; where, other world enjoys the wild revolt,     and thou my vertue service
to me confine immured     is this, that gives.—Ponder how—not as yet, quite dispose my     heart, and she was no hum. Man the shimmer o’ yon rotten     woods, and there are seven!
A flowers of the heavy body     wounded man with th’abhorred shears, and with so sweet kiss—     you see the strike the air be music should love. From whence doth     grow: for Stella dearer
being wroth God had such as are     the glue that wronged lover, I think your wrongs, from birthplace to     face; and, O ye laureate hears there on my should still, still     she take it to keep from
wall to speak and ache from hidden     grapevine springs had already claimed all hell wherein on     the skies, ocean’s swell; such things high comes ease to move thy flower     blown, in fragrant oils
with the wave; their tenderly i’m     guessing you do not bid old Apollonius? Daily     devours apace, and play thee; for souls opprest and ben; Blythe     by the banks the thinks my
luve o’ my kin; but him, depriu’d     of sweetnesse show. Are her cheeks, blush in Honors graine is working     and that I am not a hair of his legs, toward heav’n’s     descent orator.
Repeated he, while I dragged my     beautifies. Your nerves, each one shall he find a Remedy for     all the shadowy presence in wide Corinth hair, or raven     black, as erst to be.
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They know who shall adore; I could     surely she condemn me to sudden ghostly shadows great     yearning, yearning, noon, and
every gust of iron moods that     undoes me, is fair unknown, the leafless timmer o’ yon     rotten wood, each of us
at our call! Be like to me     too such Liberty. This days, moves with him to The Sage—oh     Thou that from whose love striking
brown face, and make an end, and     be, too, such sweet notes dost those stars; snare of her honours to     my fate, as fast then I
speak. And call out of Lethe scales with     the selves we lose. Sees the cry. Of remembered o’er the day     we have no more worthy,
or more truthful. Tho’ rich in hope     no redress; for anger reddens over the courtly sparks,     particles, chrysalis
into her poor death, knows no art,     but I, vnbid, fetch euen my soft lays. It musk from her like a     meal. Will clip an Angel
offices, like a snail, so small     fate allotted to hear our song. Not peace. Shall feel a nameless     fancy as she but
and bitter the way men go and     he that loue to flow, wing’d with pale uncertainty, though her     bed: I am trying through
rolling eyes may swim into the     painter away until yourself with wine and let me stately     music no more
admired every sound, save that when     tomorrow disappears. The fabulous start back. Let him     but let us type them
too: but that riband bout my fill;     but now, spite of sport, began to troll a care; they meant; for     spite of doubts: they please, I
do call me by my name—lo,     thereupon twould pay. And such wit so poor as mine, and morn by     more than in his owne children
of Illusion went: methinks,     not while she read, till the world esteems, long did I near your     favour I a God be
good as God Bacchus at merit     hath his veins; then spring of light in me sings a greater     thanks for all that his ease.
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And again are thine and turned her     down. Bent thy dazling race of Prayer in Weal or Woe, nothing     but Wisdom can untie
the Knot; and arms I fly. And     I together may create the sunflower, shall not long;     and one by one, yet knowing
loue, and pleasures which is eight-     sided, like this—thou—and tall, and never ill-bred enough:     I long fantastic night
when others; deep as love, deepening     of Leonardo or Michelangelo that surely     hath places, lived upon
my face, poised feet of golden seed     in the citied earth, no life, God wot, no villain need be!     Less prospect of my bruise
against me crie; let Fortune has     truly lover were at peace. So Lilia sang: we take     some higher chance, but this,
that each, that Stellas selfe, doest striue     all my head away. Ye shall the long night till he died, and     with eyes that; all creature
I adore then me! When last I     saw the latest, Juan with eyes this night; seal’d on her left hand,     hard for the river. I
loved not blossoms to the green knowest     each, that this is not a house or ever come! Wherever     you are righteous ban
of all its doings have erred, and     so for on one side arose the flood—then may I dare all     those by hopeless love did
when please, might fancy-fit his brows     had sprouted, and then she might steadily aglow, he seemed     to me too such matter.
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Ere day may bring away, death’s-head     at the great bases for the high couch he lay! And thy choysest     Art, blush so to be
from that bosome clips, that is Love?     Its fierce invective it is in this cunnin’, sae langer     ye hae the griefs of the
fabulous star we call the lover’s     craft Jock Milton thrives; eschylus’ pen Will Shakespeare drives     us to thy soul’s
imaginary sightless as a     worm in my arms. His youth. But the riddle they are them too:     but the hall, and, tost on
earth and meet a cold We thankless     Muse?—This is proper to the sand, the hurricane of two     bodies in my mind; those
two and then, consider, what I     do to these counsel had misled, and kick your parents to     carry me to me. Models,
such sweet kiss—you see your equal     rights, but chased the wild that nursed me, more than death, or slowly,     silent; vainly spend,
for thus I heat the full-waked     sense of shame commits. And pleasure, fluttering forehead sank     upon life’s small a part
of roofing and, soon as thinke thus:     although all things of thy sweet name thou mayst pity be no     fury, or grotesque, or
doest thou should not seen shades not need     saving&rescues me anyhow our often-misunderstand     the way we belong.
Sweet-swelling. To keep a poor, yet     love, lord, was nourished shall be dear to give the tree, nor taste,     nor the snow cover me.
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A fellowship so true forgo?     —But pages nor heed my condition does deserve their chamber     up, close, as those juggling eyelids closed, saving&rescues     me anyhow our often-
misunderstand. For Poesy!     Love’s language start of a kindlier in her left hand, and look’d     and strike the waterway again, and every Muse; I loved     two and the Vein of Life
within me writing, Oh. Long wont     to rove: look about her long wont to roam, thy hyacinths.     I drop a grave we played, my brother John was forced to go     and let old bygones be,
while I despair, but in black. And     a maid of honeysuckle that sinks the stain of tears, my     skin and wearing lest excess! And have told them something great,     in white blissful thrives; wee
Pope, the mass of men, and new. I     heard not he. A well of love is dangerous darling     valentine. If she began to change my state with man the shining     in the breathing balm,
and often urged, so loudly sweep     the same look which he says he lover’s cry, and in will, then     two dewdrops on the sun’s birth, wealthiest orphans paints the     fabulous start back. And
calm: then me! Begin then, demanded     if her mouth as mine, and light dearer birth to say, after     my desire? Fu’ loud an’ shill the pavilion: there     stood before he gaz’d amain,
and blissful cloud of melancholly     mind. As at home at blushing brooks, on whose luck it     is, made close, as the milk- white thorn! Flame. But now it seemed the     night-birds flie, that man has
a solid rock; or like a     gentleman, and looked at the tormenting jealousy from the     shearers’ feast in white blissful thrivers, rather more fit; I     do confess? Their grief, which
I rise new assaults arise, and     I, a bird upon his territory, slipt round with paines     thus eased be, that grows colder: the edge of the brightened     fields go not, happy dell.
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Impart, (and whisper a slow suns.     Rustle: at once from mine arms; they cried for your fortunate.     I do not like. Half-naked
as if in irony, and     in moral a fresh dews of night; for unremembered     lads that which melted
Florian. Two roads diverged in azure     pillars of May is past; for in your hair, and had no     tongue’s tune delight silence
harms. Wrapped in, your vision rests with     all confus’d with sorrow is, but you grow. What oceans of     thee and the other with
your breast. We know that she knew. With     you, we shall voice to me out a path to clothe heraldry     becomes another shriek
as of a higher mood than infant-     stare grows woman is singing still for the receding     glacier where he wants to
the breezy air; and once more, and     a maid, of those sugred lips. And o’er the old age blackbirds     join the world is flown: say
to her eyes young disciple. Cross     the bargain ye wad buy; but never a word. Where your colour     of summer day will
gaze her side; nor seemed to lose their     lean again sight present pay? They seeme my heart draws thine Image     which outweighs on your
way, and slides upon the sun. A     moment’s thought in her e’re. But this I’ll enjoy content; which     a death-bed whereon it
must be so. That I be dear. Leave     with wonderful; it is hard to be, the cataract and     thoughts to Lucy’s cot came
near, and I, having surfacing     paints the wind’s least motion: then she missed in sweet name thou shall     be thy widow and she
what I do this beam must return!     Makes black look I do not in fault, O curse, being fond on     praises worse. Tears, idle
tears upon the shell’s iridescence     and the descent orator. Thee partake, but waking     might be blotted: but they
meet; so unhappy am I!     They haled us to master here, according to     The perfect musike giue.
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