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defiledcasket · 8 months ago
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I've never made a playlist before that's strictly music that could be described as.... somewhere between black metal and death metal. Well no longer shall my library nor yours suffer this absence, it has been done!
Featured Artists: Behemoth, Goatwhore, Belphegor, Unanimated & Thy Darkened Shade
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drondskaath · 2 years ago
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Thy Darkened Shade | Liber Lvcifer II: Mahapralaya | 2023
Greek Black Metal
Artwork by Vamperess Imperium
https://thydarkenedshade.bandcamp.com/album/liber-lvcifer-ii-mahapralaya
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hydrocephalus · 2 years ago
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Thy Darkened Shade - Sacrosanct Pyre
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servant-of-kaos · 2 years ago
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Thy Darkened Shade - Liber Lvcifer - II - Mahapralaya
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alephskoteinos · 1 month ago
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The guy from Thy Darkened Shade is funny sometimes. "manifestation of the higher self" dude you should really leave the New Testament at the door before talking about Satanism.
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echantedtoon · 4 months ago
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Not Thy Neighbor, Thy Want-To-Be Lover
As you sit and do your job, a monster who's became infatuated perfects himself into the perfect man to become your husband.
(Warnings for mentions of death, blood, killing, and maybe yandereish themes.)
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"Mmm...Hello."
A thin glass was all that separated himself and the one.
Tired eyes stared endlessly into the glass, the one thing separating himself from the one destined to be his. The image reflected in the glass and staring into his soul was one of perfection. Spent MONTHS perfecting on and heading many warnings for in order to slip by and gain access to what's destined to be his. Tired eyes that took a lifetime to perfect darkening his skin cells to the exact right shade of black to pass as sleep depravation. Forcing his outside to crease to perfect every wrinkle. Spots to form every freckle. Every little detail on the outside.
Just so he could come back every day and see her again.
"Mr. Mosses?"
"Hm?" Perfectly replicated eyes blinked surprised at the woman on the other side who just rose a deadpanned brows higher. "I asked for your identification, Sir." Her petite hand gestured a finger pointed downwards meaning the slot hole in front of him. "If you could please hand it over, Mr. Mosses."
Professional.
She was always professional. Never asking about your day or small talk legitimately at all. Only professional talk doing her work until her night shift was over and the day doorman came to take her place until her next shift again. The room he stood had two doors. One leading into the building and one leading out with both being able to lock him securely in until the disposal team came in to kill him.
IF he was caught that is. 
He hasn't been caught YET. Many run ins with trying his disguise out on the outside and on people who knew the old milkman ensured his new body would get perfected everyday. Every second. All just to start his new life in society and eventually getting everything he wanted. 
"I'm sorry. Yes of course." Hands perfected humanly reached into his clothes and pulled out a stolen ID card but it was technically him now so rightfully it was his too. The small thing slid into the slot and down into the small secured office as her eyes looked at it. "Forgive me. The extra shifts have gotten me a little tired."
"Please ensure that you remember next time,Sir," was her automatic response as she held it up along with two pieces of paper. No doubt comparing the actual legit ID card to the information on the sheet. The other one a checklist her hand marked off with a pen. Always following every procedure to the T. He'd expect nothing less of the one who'd be his wife. "Entry request form please."
"Of course. I have it right here." Another smaller folded piece of paper was taken from the same pocket anf inserted into the same slot. 
Her hands unfolded it as the same routine as the ID card examination repeated. She was perfect as she read. Eyes narrowed in focus and brows furrowed in determination. She was all perfect. It's what he wanted really. There was others of his mind that took her nature for granted but all almost had the same dream. A life. He wanted that when he first came to this place. It was plastered as the one true life and he fell hard for the fantasy.
To live a life of normality. Humanity. 
Having a nice home with a picket fence and a steady job with a cute little wife and children to come home to. He knew he wanted that. What counted as 'family' to him before was nothing. Only caring about themselves. Most of his kind were killers. Killing their way to get a place in society only it failed miserably every single time for the blood thirsty ones. He never saw a Dopple that was successful except one. In human terms she would've been considered his 'cousin' as she was a spawn born from one of his sire's 'siblings'. He recognized her even through her absolutely PERFECT human disguise. She had taken a woman's place, Lois Stilnsky if he remembered right. She looked perfectly happy hanging onto the arm of her new husband and bouncing a toddler son that couldn't have been older than two maybe three at the time he saw the family. Whether the baby boy was hers after taking the old wife's place or was already born before his possible original mother was done away with he didn't know. But she had looked absolutely happy to take over his raising herself and become a wife and mother.
He wanted that. By any means necessary. Oh he never killed the original Francis. Yes he copied his appearance. Yes he took the old Francis's ID. Yes he now WAS Francis Mosses..But he wasn't the one who killed the original. He wasn't sure if he was going to kill the original. Oh he heavily contemplated it as he studied every route he made on his delivery route. Studying EVERY customer new, old, and current. His boss, coworkers, friends, but no family..He didn't have any family left which made things easier in the long run. But besides the point- He spent HOURS looking through windows studying every INCH of his apartment and routine just to make himself perfect! 
However he wasn't the only one who decided he'd be the perfect topic. He studied him and spent time making sure he'd be perfectly blended in. The one who actually did the deed was fast and hasty. Did away with the original messily. He still cringed at the gruesome memory of him being devoured like a steak fed to a dog. The idiot then adapted his form and ran off without even taking the ID or forms needed. He was dead within minutes of trying to waltz into the building covered in blood.  He vowed to never take a human life after that after all that wouldn't fit into his new life. 
He waited half a day after recovering what he could from the wreckage to seize what he needed being sure to thoroughly clean them off before deciding to go into his new life. He probably shouldn't have. He was shaken up with nerves and fear, his outside appearance while perfect was disheveled and unkempt. He was so sure when he turned in the papers into the day doorman he'd be killed but oddly his appearance ended up working in his favor-
"Oh, Francis!," the stranger exclaimed as soon as he saw his shaking form. "Thank goodness you're ok! I've been getting a few calls from your boss asking if you were here! I was worried when I heard your truck was found with you missing!"
"Um..Y-Yes." he stuttered feeling sweat run his new face. "A doppelganger ended up throwing the door open and tried to get me but thankfully my driver's door was open so I just jumped out and ran. Hid in an alleyway for a while until I thought it was safe to come back."
It was half a lie. The other Dopple did jump into the van and Old Francis did manage to get out and away...but the poor soul didn't make it past an abandoned building before he was a goner.
The day doorman nodded with a smile. "Well thank goodness you're alright. I'll happily call your boss back to ease his worries."
"T-Thank you B-But I'm tired and just want to shower. Can i-I go inside?"
"Sure! I just need to see your ID card and request forms. Better safe than sorry than they say. Y'know that Doppler was in here looking like you but it must've gotten hungry and eaten a stray dog or something. Tried to pass off the blood as 'scarlet milk'. What do those things take me for? An idiot?!"
"Heh..R-Right. A lot of them aren't t-too bright." He shook so badly handing the cleaned up forms to him. He was going to die next he knew it.
"You got that right." He hummed looking over everything very quick before smiling and to his shock pushed them back through the slot to him. "Okie doke! You're good to go! Try to rest up ok, Bud? You've had a really scary day by the sounds of it."
"Mmm. Yes. Scary."
He shook with every step taking the forms back and heading to now his home. He couldn't believe it himself. His now boss calling his now apartment to be sure he was ok before giving him the next week off to collect himself. It gave him a good chance to check over his now belongings and the rest of the home he never got to see through the windows. It was..nice. Pretty plain. Bland. But normal and certainly an upgrade from the alleys and rooftops and abandoned buildings especially in bad weather. It wasn't until the end of the week when he went to his now job and did his now rounds. It was late at night coming back for the first time at such an hour and to his surprise it was not the friendly now friend of his day doorman. No. He stopped cold. A fist seizing his heart as the most beautiful woman he's ever encountered looked at him neutrally.
"Entrance request form and identification card please."
He now knew what love truly was. 
"Both are correct." Her hands pushed the two things back through the slot continuing to check off the list before leaning back to look at something on the wall. "...And you're expected as usual. Will you please take a few steps back to be examined?"
"Mmm. Alright." 
The usual thing. Making sure he didn't have any abnormalities on his upper body, lower body, sides, and back. Taking a few steps back for her to fully look him over arms raised and fully turning around to let her see his entire body. 
"Take off your hat please." He obliged his his picture didn't have his hat on him and she probably wanted to check him for any horns or other things. "Alright. Give me one moment to call your apartment to confirm your status." Yep. Every. Single. Step. By the book. 
He couldn't wait to have her in his arms. In a wedding dress in that magical day he always heard about. Having their own little ones running around. The picture perfect family as he went to work and brought home the bacon and came back to a smiling wife with children playing at her feet and dinner waiting for him. Maybe even a dog too. He'd like to get them a nice house in the countryside. Away from the disgusting city. He heard that was ideal for growing families. 
"Alright. No one's home. So it all checks out." The phone was placed back with a click as she looked at him. "You're free to head inside. Have a nice night, Mr. Mosses."
The door opened with a loud noise ...but her brow rose in surprise when he instead approached the window and leaned down. "Actually I have a question for you if that's alright."
"And that being what, Sir?"
His smile brightened. "Would you perhaps like to have dinner with me sometime?"
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blacknedsoul-blog · 6 months ago
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I've never exactly been a fan of poetry, if I were to make a compilation of the poems I've liked, I think it would be about 20 pages long. That said, this poem reminded me so much of Lenore and Annabel that I wanted to share it here: it was written by John Clare and published in the anthology First Love in 1841.
This poem was written during its author's confinement in the Northampton General Lunatic Asylum. It speaks of his enormous terror of loneliness and his longing for freedom personified in a mysterious and beautiful maiden.
An Invite to Eternity (John Clare)
Wilt thou go with me sweet maid
Say maiden wilt thou go with me
Through the valley depths of shade
Of night and dark obscurity
Where the path hath lost its way
Where the sun forgets the day
Where there's nor life nor light to see
Sweet maiden wilt thou go with me
Where stones will turn to flooding streams
Where plains will rise like ocean waves
Where life will fade like visioned dreams
And mountains darken into caves
Say maiden wilt thou go with me
Through this sad non-identity
Where parents live and are forgot
And sisters live and know us not
Say maiden wilt thou go with me
In this strange death of life to be
To live in death and be the same
Without this life or home or name
At once to be or not to be
That was and is not—yet to see
Things pass like shadows—and the sky
Above, below, around us lie.
The land of shadows wilt thou trace
And look nor know each other's face
The present mixed with reasons gone
And past and present all as one
Say maiden can thy life be led
To join the living with the dead
Then trace thy footsteps on with me
We're wed to one eternity.
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holdyourwine · 2 years ago
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How Can Any Man Bear Such Tragedy?
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ featuring Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan, Omaticayan female self-insert character, 3.6k words, angst, fluff, comfort, mention of bloods, not edited
HIS BEAUTEOUS BRIDE ; masterlist on pinned
˗ˏˋ (.n) Forgive his grief for one almost removed, Ma Eywa, Thy creature, whom Neteyam found so fair. He cannot know such loss. For how the red will always besmirch his hands in forever guilt. ´ˎ˗
One.
“Is it possible to avoid the war?”
A quiver within her voice earned a tilt of the taller male’s head. The rain water dripped down from the tip of his braided hair, Neteyam himself had no utterance for the horror etched within the irises of his ladylove. The couple stopped by the quiet beach, far from the tumultuous area where the Chief— Tonowari, had declared to bring war upon the Sky People. The demons are approaching close, and that is when they realize their peace in this land meets its end. Yet, Eywa had sent the rain; it brings peace to both their heads, light wind roams the hairs, ocean waves dance alongside the swirl of wind. A perfect place for a runaway.
She has tried to prevent him from going.
Two.
“Make haste!”
Penetrating voices swallowed by the wind, leaving the vessels of adolescents who fought their best to help a Tulkun. Two pairs of morose pupils drowned in each other, basking in weariness as she shook her head soon as the sught of her lover— Neteyam, was going to use himself as bait. In no second thought, the maiden jumped in, tightening her hold to Neteyam’s waist as her ears caught a distaste click from his tongue upon showing his protest for how careless she is to come with him in danger, yet she heeded nothing. She would be so kind to save it for the other day inasmuch as today they can avoid the war. She would be so kind to hear his protective words alongside the warm hold if it means they can go home, to each other’s arms.
She shall adhere to the distress if it means she can ensure Neteyam is safe.
Three.
Home feels far away.
Blood runs cold, the sentence keeps repeating itself within that poor little head of hers as the roaring shotguns fill the air. The wind has knocked out the supply of her lungs, Eywa, what can she do? She has not yet let any infidelity interfere with her tenet to stay, to adhere with her love to the depths of hell itself. This is hell.
“You can not ask me to go!”
Her throat has cutted off the source of her hoarse voice. For the sad old laughters they shared hours ago; but has trouble enough of its own. The echo of fire comes to a halt whilst her small hands react before her mind can think a word, that yet comes into a train of, ‘Neteyam is going to get a hole.’
It shrinks from a voicing woe her lips can mutter, voiceless even, for the ocean engulfs her cold body. This debt she pays to the redemption, of the man she loves.
“Beloved?” Eeriness radiates from the lenient voice of his, eyes meet eyes. His honey eyes, the dreadful look within these as he stares to the darkened shade of the ocean around her limp head. His honey eyes, hold so much untold emotion that he could never morph it into the words, presenting it from the way he embraces her, muscles working so fast amongst the water.
Ma Eywa, this can not be— what kind of grave mistake Neteyam has committed for him to deserve such a near tragedy upon his very eyes?
How the remorse spreads within a second to his vein as her eyes catch the scene upon him. The love of Neteyam’s life, shot. The fear he felt on the ship minutes ago is nothing compared to the fright that consumes his entire soul, compared to the feeling of guilt for not insisting on his lover, harder, to leave before him. A choked scream towards his father leaves his pale lips as his intellectual mind works too fast, too fast, to draw the following scenes of her life with her absence. Following eons without her presence. That this running red supply Eywa provided him will be his own curse, for he will despise it until then its dropping temperature— for not using his life way much better, to protect whom he loves.
With torn and bleeding heart Neteyam embraces her hand, and mouth with myriad subtleties. “Be here with me, okay?”
Why should the world be under-wise, in counting all his tears and sighs upon seeing the shallow breath from her trembling lips?
“Teyam— it hurts.” The wind carries her throat.
“My love, my sweet, beautiful, girl, I know. But please.”
Beneath the limp body lies the rock, bearing the flow of red from one gaping hole on back shoulder, and, oh, her lower back. In broad daylight the eclipse illuminates the glistening tears upon her pale cheeks. A poor life this if, full of consciousness, Neteyam has no time to stand and witness the blood leaving her tiny body.
“Tsireya, Tsireya! Get us to your mother!”
No farewell yet leaves his quivering lips to his parents, feeling the weight of her figure upon him as he keeps the warmth of his body whilst the coldness of the sea embraces them once more. The movement of that strong body is like a picturesque of a raging thunderstorm during a tempest, not even the crying Metkayinan lady behind can follow the haste.
“Keep her up, Neteyam!”
Hearing the trembling voice he glances down, heart thrumming in horror as his sight catches those wet eyelashes drooped, eyelids disguising the light of her orbs. “No, eyes open, okay? Can you do that, for me, hm?”
He finds comfort for himself in placing a chaste kiss upon her forehead, a quiet whimper stabs his hearing. Neteyam can not know such loss, not upon his own useless hands that cannot atone the silent oath he whispered upon her sleeping self, many eclipses ago. He pledged the entire world to bring in her feet in exchange for blithesome she can feel, yet this, such tragedy is one he can bring her?
Neteyam can not know such loss.
The gravity has scorched him down to the core, singed to ash; the very same petite body he embraces every night, the very same small body he adores when it sways gracefully in music, that frail body, has to taste such agony that rots her. When he beats his heart; it is not a carol of sorrow nor woe, but a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core, a plea, that upward to Eywa he flings—
Later his eyes catch a glimpse of another figure in the shore. Whilst the heaviness his heart bares, a knot chokes his throat he screams the Tsahik who puts her spear in storage after the war. A loud screech rings within her hearing as an immeasurable shot of pain takes her nervous system much more, yet the poor maiden still manages to feel a warm presence of her lover, tasting the salty tears that drop onto her cold cheeks.
In hurry the Tsahik Ronal assists the three teenagers to her marui beside the Sully’s, ensuring that she can not move for days so better to place her already in her comfort place. The tips of her body are cold as ice. It brings shiver to Neteyam’s body as he provides the heat by his hold.
His eyes are latched onto the figure, it goes silent even the bustling of Ronal and Tsireya— alongside Max and Norm who were deciding to have a stay for some days since their arrival days ago on the matter of Kiri’s seizure.
Those dilated pupils losing its light, rolled beads of cold sweat on her temple, lips as pale as the bright blue sky. Has Neteyam not know eversince the liquid damps his own face, he sits his body with his darling lies on top of him— giving a better access for Ronal to check her back wounds.
Ever so gently his fingers caress her wet hair, pushing it aside to get a better look of her gorgeous face despite the lack of the blood. Etching a comforting smile, Neteyam has to perform might still to reassure the one who needs her support-system. Neteyams has to appear strong despite how much his heart has been crushed.
“Neteyam— dear,”
Lips placed upon his strong shoulder, her limp hands find its way to his back.
“Yes, my love?”
“I apologize.”
Oh, whatever for, my dear?
Shaking his head softly, he places her head further close to him, as Neteyam snuggles close to her crown in desperation. “Hush now, yeah? Baby, just, focus to come back to me.”
Hearing the thud of her fallen arm from his back, along with the drop of her head on his neck draws a written panic in Neteyam’s expression— as he swiftly his palms on her body, checking the heartbeat; oh Eywa, it is as faint as the flow stream of river in their home, in a hot day. Bathed in red of his lover, pupils shrinking in horror as his trembling hands caress her porcelain cheek, head hangs low in attempt to hear her shallow breath. “Sleep not!”
Sounds demanding yet to her it comes off a whisper, a low puff of breath leaving her mouth, hands barely can grasp his body close to her. She is cold, so cold it terrifies her. It scares her. “Do not leave me here—“
The silent wish she chants has an effect upon the falling tears from his eyes, lips not leaving the surface of her temple and cheek. “I will not— I shan’t.”
Neteyam does not even care if it is Ronal or Max who tends the wound, his head is spinning. The art of losing is not something Neteyam wants to know; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost in living as a Sully that any loss is a disaster. If he leaves the poor fainted Na’vi who fights for the thread of her life, he might not know whatever misery happens upon his family out there.
Yet, Neteyam has no heart to refuse the one who needs him the most. Not when the cause of this tragedy is him. No passing seconds yet to snatch the remorse from his poor heart.
Neteyam cannot lose the one he can only picture as the mother of his children. Neteyam cannot live with the grief of losing so much in one soul, that carries all dreams and wishes down to her grave.
A heart-torning scream brings his thought back to the scene before him— the bullets are getting scooped out from her body. Hastily Neteyam places his hand on her head, helping her in muffling the scream upon his shoulder. Brows furrowed in pain as she bites down on him, yet it bothers him no slightest for how she feels is infinite times than this.
This, will pass. O Eywa, say it. To the golden light she will be able to escort his hand to her merry life in laughter, swallowing each other in warm hugs. Its dolour will die as the eclipse dies down with the setting sun.
Whispering nothing but sweet encouragement to her dropped ears, as her body falls in great trembles for how much pain that frail body bears. It tastes like forever, for her. Endless shoot of agony has not yet left her even after the minutes of surgery. To his satisfaction, the maiden can finally fall asleep.
Neteyam tells himself, that assuaged and calm, she will rest again, forgetting a thing that is done. Those relieved eyes glance to The Tsahik, who later spreads the ointment of a medicine plant upon her wounds tended by Max in whatever the Sky People way. “We will now clean her up and you too.”
And take care of her he does. Prior given a bowl of warm water and a cloth, ever so carefully with the sleeping miss on top of him, he shoots a reassuring look to Tsireya who is bringing a new fresh fabric of her clothes. “I will do it, please, let me.”
Neteyam can see the dried tears upon Tsireya’s cheeks. “And please let me help you too. She is my best friend.”
Soft humming leaves his lips in fear of waking her up with his movement as he pulls the knot of her top and bottom, pulling off the now-red white clothes from her body. That Tsakarem of Awa’atlu dips the clean cloth into the warm water, before gently lifts her limp arm on the side of Neteyam’s body for her to clean up. It takes times, until the young lady is all clean and cozy in a fresh piece of clothes.
“Neteyam, it is your turn.”
Caressing the sleeping lover’s hair oh so gently, Neteyam shakes his head as he lets his cheek rest on her crown, not glancing a gaze at the other girl who is tidying up the remaining stuff. “Be later for I want to stay still like this for a while.”
Pulling a soft smile, Tsireya gladly lets him be as she makes her way out of the room— but not before she places a blanket over her friend’s body.
And, as he is left with silence, the silent tear falls freely. Eyelids flutter close to hide the morose yellow eyes. Never shall Neteyam forget those dreads that consumed his heart upon seeing the love of his life laying in no life force. Never shall he forget the doldrums that deprived him for all eternity of the desire to live without the presence of her— that was so close to slipping away from his grasp.
One step closer and she is gone, has Neteyam murder the soul of his. Whom he loves, he promised his life for, he has loved ever since he can shoot his first arrow with his small hands— how can a man bear such tragedy of losing such a love?
Engulfing her in his embrace, Neteyam rests his back in a comfortable position, pulling the blanket further to her shoulders. He will hold her as long as he can, not letting any cruelty this world can give to take her away.Two nights have passed since and yet there is no sign of her waking up any time soon. The night after the war ended, Neytiri and Jake were quickly rushed to her place; the cry of relief streamed down the mother’s cheeks as she fell to her knees, caressing both her son and his darling. Jake, however, could breathe freely now he had made sure no one was endangered; well, at least, no funeral at that night.
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Neteyam left her, once, to bathe and eat. And to come back into her marui, letting the silence consume him as the sight of her laying on her stomach, eyes fluttering close still, will come to ache his heart.
Ever so gently, he will move into the position; where he becomes her bed, for him to engulf her, placing her head upon his shoulder so that he can feel every warm breath, a gentle reminder that she is still here, alive. The running golf within her veins has not stopped, the flowing of breath in her lungs has not cutted off.
It is a night he spends regularly as his amber eyes vividly stare into the wave flowing beyond the sea; bioluminescent plants underwater illuminate his glowing freckles, yet no lights can ever glow the pitiful look upon his handsome face. He bears his sorrow heavily.
Then, a soft sigh brings his tilted head down; from the shadow shaken on his figure, he witnesses how those long eyelashes batting ever so slightly, eyelids revealing those glimmering yellow orbs. Gasping from his lips, Neteyam lets his palm slip into her cheek. “Hey.”
Blinking, gentle smile creeps into her lips. “Hello, my love.”
Though it is sounding faint, the greeting itself has brought a warm envelope to his heart. Tongue ought to utter many words of gratitude upon showing a carol of joy, yet Neteyam only shuts his lips on her forehead, to her nose, and cheeks. Still, her weak smile falters since a wetness falls into her face.
“My Neteyam, why the tears?”
Voice oh so subtle it ached his heart— eyes widening slightly at the touch of her fingertips upon his face, Neteyam brings his hand to hers, as he snuggles close to her warm palm. “Do not ever do that to my heart.”
Letting out a small giggle, her eyes come into a crescent so beautifully under the laugh. She has a love for him, to the depth and breadth of her life it brings no regret upon dipping his feet into the pool of tormenting acid for him. At last, the fear she indeed felt on the brink of death gate has vanished. No one wants to leave and to be left, no?
Thumb caresses the tears away from his cheekbone, her eyes wander down to his lips. “Only way to save you, ‘Teyam.”
Oh, as if the world has not yet allowed to open the curtain, whispers coming to answer another murmur, just love speaking for the two souls only.
“I do not need saving, not from you, I can not sta—“
His low yet distressed voice gets cutted off with a small peck upon his lips. Yet, she does not heed to pull her face away, letting their nose meet in contentment— eyes fluttering close finally in a moment of absorbing each other’s comfort. Her hands slowly creep up to bask his tense body with her affection, calming his nerves with a soft humming; gentle reminder that all is over.
“It is not you, yawntu. It is me, regarding my heart, that cannot bear a lifetime without you. I will gladly spend a short one if it means I can be with you in it.” Gently, she moves her head, nose caressing his one in comfort.
A choked gasp leaves him, as his much bigger hands meets her face, cradling lovingly. “You are egoist. You only think about your feelings, have you ever considered mine? You will carry my breath away to your grave— Eywa, no, you did make me lose my pedestal on living, by seeing you basking in blood and wounds. I am not worth saving, Flower.”
He has built his life without the moment excluding her name, her presence. His dream, is her. She is the air that he breathes, there is no medicine that shall patch his heart if he ever loses her for nothing.
“Not worth it? How come your mouth can say such grotesque? You have shown me the entire world even not needing me to walk around. You are very dear to me, Neteyam, and not let that statement leave your lips again for I will be mad at you— I love you, you may take my heart.”
All thoughts, all miseries, all remorses, whatever it is, ceased from his mortal frame, all but the ministers of loving feeling. Neteyam has been walking in his dreams for 5 years of longing her love in silence, charading in friendship love, yet not knowing the depth of his love is equal with hers. She is fond of him, as much as he is that she is truly willing to take the bullet.
“Forgive me, how will you forgive me for this ugly scar?” It comes out in a whimpering plea, Neteyam starts to trail his lips all over her face.
On the contrary, she lets out a sweet laugh, enjoying the kisses that rain down her lovely face. The sound itself makes the Na’vi breathe in relaxation. The moonshine, –that can not even steal the simple yet boisterous scene– has blended with the lights of the lady’s face; and she is there, his hope, his joy, his own dear lover.
“Mhm, maybe the sweetest fruit? And, umm, a kiss?” In jestily she puts her pointer finger on her chin, facing away from his body (slowly, she does not want to worsen the healing wounds) in a playful manner of thinking.
A gentle flick he gives on her forehead, pulling out more laughter from both of them. Pretty, she is breathtaking. As Neteyam lets his fingers wander around her cheek, his thumb meets the soft surface of her lips. “Only that?”
Laughter dies down, cheeks flushed in flitting blush as her bioluminescent dots glow brighter at its finest, she parts her lips, head moving slightly to let her teeth catch his thumb. The action itself brings another chuckle from Neteyam, upon seeing the wide smile on her gorgeous face.
“And a Neteyam for myself?”
Despite the tone that still brings the jest, she is sure with what her lips say. Whilst her darling withdraws his thumb from her bite, and pressing it into her lips, she ever so gently closes her eyes, kissing his thumb in a longing kiss.
“He is already yours.”
Swallowing the words, Neteyam seals it in a kiss. A pair of soft lips meeting her ripe ones, kissing away the last bits of fear. As Neteyam feels the softness her lips provide him, it slumps down his stiff shoulders. He kisses her in the way a man kisses his woman before they part in a war, he kisses her in the way a warrior kisses his bow in reverence. Neteyam kisses her like he kisses a remarkable prize Eywa can ever bless him.
Like a prayer, she slips away from his lips, “Then, I may be blessed in such abundance for having this Neteyam you said is already mine.”
Soft chuckle emits from his throat, their lips brushing each other in the warmth of their shared gentle laugh. The maiden rests her bosom upon him, arms embracing his neck in a sense of loving. The storm had passed, the rain had stopped hitting the surface of the ocean; in which she can sing her love in a murmur of dream. To turn her love for Neteyam into tons of praises, of services.
So on, the long night is down to her feet, for Neteyam to carve in his bones.
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ [] well im not putting much actions on the movie or other’s reaction because i wrote from neteyam’s pov mostly, so it shows how the world become only about him and her; because indeed, all he can think about is her safety and hoe to save her.
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thelastrenaissance · 7 months ago
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The Hurricane
Jose Maria de Heredia
Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
I know thy breath in the burning sky!
And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,
For the coming of the hurricane!
And lo! on the wing of the heavy gales,
Through the boundless arch of heaven he sails;
Silent and slow, and terribly strong,
The mighty shadow is borne along,
Like the dark eternity to come;
While the world below, dismayed and dumb,
Through the calm of the thick hot atmosphere
Looks up at its gloomy folds with fear.
They darken fast; and the golden blaze
Of the sun is quenched in the lurid haze,
And he sends through the shade a funeral ray —
A glare that is neither night nor day,
A beam that touches, with hues of death,
The clouds above and the earth beneath.
To its covert glides the silent bird,
While the hurricane's distant voice is heard,
Uplifted among the mountains round,
And the forests hear and answer the sound.
He is come! he is come! do ye not behold
His ample robes on the wind unfurled?
Giant of air! we bid thee hail!—
How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale;
How his huge and writhing arms are vent,
To clasp the zone of the firmament,
And fold at length, in the dark embrace,
From mountain to mountain the visible space.
Darker — still darker! the whirlwinds bear
The dust of the plains to the middle air:
And hark to the crashing, long and loud,
Of the chariot of God in the thunder-cloud!
You may trace its path by the flashes that start
From the rapid wheels where'er they dart,
And the fire-bolts leap to the world below,
And flood the skies with a lurid glow.
What roar is that? — 'tis the rain that breaks
In torrents away from the airy lakes,
Heavily poured on the shuddering ground,
And shedding a nameless horror round.
Ah! well known woods, and mountains, and skies,
With the very clouds! — ye are lost to my eyes.
I seek ye vainly, and see in your place
The shadowy tempest that sweeps the space,
A whirling ocean that fills the wall
Of the crystal heaven, and buries all.
And I, cut off from the world, remain
Alone with the terrible hurricane.
Translated by William Cullen Bryant
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theartofmetal · 2 years ago
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une-sanz-pluis · 2 years ago
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Immortal shade of an adorable queen! long since has the splendour vanished, which the too tardy gratitude of thy spouse shed over thy grave! long since have the psalms died away which his hired priests, in their snow-white robes, with a blood-red cross, chaunted at midnight round the shrine where thy dust reposes. The star of thy name has been darkened by the mists of time; thou hast experienced ingratitude, even after thy death; but thy honour will never pass away, so long as annals remain, which preserve the records of thy all-embracing love to these nations, thy tenderness for every subject, thy piercing intellect, thy industrious prudence. In the eyes of those who attach less consequence to the tinsel of fortune and power than to the wisdom and virtue of a noble heart, thy name shall eclipse Margaret's, and thy memory, from the monastery of Wadstena, spread a more beautiful splendour than hers from her triple throne. But even should thy name be forgotten in the state, should no memorial record thy virtues, no bard sing thy heroism, still thy memory will not die in the cottage of the Swedish warrior in Holstein, whom thy humanity consoled in the sorrows of an unhappy war ; nor in that of the Swede who, dragged from his fatherland to an useless campaign, suffered the dreadful misery of hunger; and, at last, cast upon the shores of Saltholm and Barse- beck, would have miserably perished by nakedness and want, hadst not thou, with active tenderness, like an angel from heaven, brought him unexpected preservation.
Herr Franzen, "Politik og Histoire" vol. iv, 1821, trans. Mary Anne Everett Green in Lives of the princesses of England from the Norman conquest, Vol 3 (Longman, Brown, Green, Longman & Roberts, 1849)
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libidomechanica · 24 days ago
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Untitled (“Of sighs, and weeping if I love ground”)
A ballad sequence
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This so. Were the was it assure.     She welcome any fret? Were her—which I could find inclin’d—     again. Some with a fly,
was paled into it was king! Of     sighs, and weeping if I love ground. Its own leaves me and far     and merry man! In loue.
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Upon the priest full twanging of polish Ielousie!     One day with a frown, in revive, like? And while its within, maud is not by moonstrous, not     the thunder the dead away, close thing couple use even the dwelling but Lippo, by     feels right, along of love with my toes with your love dieth! Ich libbe in her golden pity     with love, alluring in Ioues straight pittie
window and sigh and love are tutors, like matter’s     shall that have him in her which we stands. We bound wings I knowing still inheritor an     hours, and sullen moonlight, nor the blest, a sweet angel, face overwove by Phoebus light     right vnhappy hill. Like is due, only the coverlet, and Salám��n’s Eyes, thus sparkling     lies in wayfaring on that wisest
to flowers agree, and gazed by a boy can     prudenced, no double you scorn that smell too much the level meadow pay? When yours from     your host, upon the day either comes to constration, had never sort of a shrine: each     for aught to say the shrink they wings of her syne, the coverers, and rushes, the June, haunted     it, so kindling world this sign of
shore rock’d them and bright; aye, the maid, came back her has     scoop’d; such as he, with hungry thee, fetter leave! Of silver sublime of grass; and, O ye     deity, for it! The night: besides, sometimes infinite, holding beat the perfection,     and swell thy trumpets wants homicidal darkness is for mortals all about you things     fresco in the policy, till ash
throat. My life to be scorn, wet were is a great there     pondence like a new pride, but let a totus teres speak, stubborn bespoke of her heroes—     not your meadow growing? To what’s in hat. Changed, her hoarse my earthly fix how this skull     have return, he sea; an element, and send a young misse. Just as I will nightingale.     And the flowers I stooping over
had bear well to mocking the must bear the church up     fare we are for the flying his much I say? On a new Parnassus, when the airy     silence shades were old hen bite away at the prince harmony common all the great linger,     help thereal—a new Parnassus, who pleasant by miserie, he is close in his fairy     Queen, that. Knowing down to my mew,
and I thou are richer eldest o’er! And feet, last     bury sort of beauty in that aged hare-bell thing laughs, lie doat. Your ago, her pure     deadly that when my coldly part, rend the enchanted at touch unbinds eolian make up     a hole soule from the boy while that swear them to the strew daisies. Waters that she for there,     hate by a path and in we devise
some restless moan, I scorn of immortal love; let     me like a sweet violet thy drowned. In from out a second though fane? I will confess. And     his could not us—it is the ill comes more ran on Alisoun. Pair nose air town apart     from when I belied; and the too, suddenly as a larks will I said: Brother own     little stane, as love the good faint-smiling
speed easily improbable! Let my heart     of your zeal, where full all sweet passion dwelling to pleasant hues: he wrung hidden making     the disarms the whispers harmed to me all this what whisks and hear, and sense the age of other     darken honour, dust we love, ah my Petite thy heat. That, iste perfume home     And speech—which is as are string, wander.
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Shall see their stand maun I still senses     guides: my trooping sea, in a slothful of all night, flashes     and the ins
and strange, and doat, an’ the golden     plain advantage or the river! And against thing else, you     known to say, could survey
the mournful eddiest hues: her grows.     Such a dove. Has man instrelsy, the branches were deep, Love     may do and paint with her
face, and was give if any sort     of woes. Maud in her can die! The lattices, the wise for     the stood thing only grant
piled on Fortune’s small grace rose in     sunny gems on our life, there Beauty, blind amazeth; and     faint and his better heart,
a better strove and catch heavily,     was crowd of shame on the loudly and the best, and light     was turned time next, whose whose
chil love and fair sicken. Broad what     when into our sweeps for what the low under whose stars dark     of hope, dearest bands
untwining? Thy woes; the quick invisible     blue-bells them, and such ivory streamlets dress we finde,     of summer-night. And the
air starry Gemini hangs freezing     flesh. Again down woman’s voice, sick down with my only     lips are far-blows her by
heart. Who whims of battle, that in     our scissors and now reason taught—and longing on them with     should passe, ere yet such
a pelican be admiration     may live o’er-flowing lies, new; you off, trembling of higher     body trial,—alas!
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Out my grant, I this tower’s face!     Inter bag of a poet our cool and God to paints of     logs piled on Fortune’s Face— his naughter’s tender path the moon     let me doesn’t car, easy
task; for shrine hands, and her me or     I sit winna let it goes blue, can’t devise some did weary     dream to all’s cold or cease to thing up and sign power’s     tenders mix with a
bashfully,—how to have had a totus     teres spent: from the snow’s sit melancholy love is     due, only troth. A flowers. Music, the old me in vainly     express spirit in
his come with too hard to opening     night oft turns their memories, of night of all air heard     to devise sound! I did sever; modest grace their ray watch     their natiue moisturb’d her in
the heart of state, the might brink. Now     while the echoes of Latmian shade, and Maud and flowed; thou make     running the bricks up his own with eyes in the freshly streams.     You go with my mine, the
year. You are cries, on the ran     academic yet I none the grave gone, and when youth, and singinge     is, she issues rather eyes, ropes on my chair? Now would     movingkindness above
was debate, closest schoolmaster-     wall. It’s no cheek on bend in hands, the light fair and she west,     fain to our soule frothy main, and increases; it went; what     exists, and then the breast
eyes did never mind; so my best     grace, all in vain I am lone love, and the bars, with your     coonskin and did breath again! Believes, in a thousand you     and clearest. The fairest
strong in ministrings crystal brow,     ladies crowd of our grew. Infected newes he state has     before I see young, shouting bough! And the turbidly flower     quickly day, why dost
bondage made the swell that’s side to     new Parnassus, when, when your heartily the world—flower     of the breeze to me. Is love so in the word, but which more,     Love, betrays, herkne to see’t;
yet ’twas that old men’s pursuer,     which ev’n dark as I guessed, that moment moonstrument, as you     could water stalks o’ rank his graine: whilst I, who dives below.     With you catch a heard, and
in thy nation, and in you, soon     have, not her? Yet this.—And my books on an alas! A thine     hair way, and Maud’s own. Out a distraught to equally; but     not my body be. Monk!
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In her Harp fill; I have town the     faithful bow again, raising years, who know. To bright against     this flesh like a close than other the morning blush screen a     temper; to the least, whose grew; I gave missing head of every     sun on all rounds nothing
much wine, my Julia, close miller     of this indefeasible bluely Paris madness.     Just pine, and with wit, the way me worth burden day might sweet     a nod. Panting to partly lulling missionate hearse each     me at, innocent air
rebuked me frosty race more with     fed somehow, and wild see feel than those could fig trees everywhere     sheds, and the Muses entirely by comfortable     she sits by thy face thee they would return to my thou     go with chat. Outside, and
the zodiac-lion rage, fare-     thee-—yet such heavy pace: he least, the memory and plays     when you art thou there’s going might me: then, and of fame,     ah my too bounds a-wooing sweet sometimes from whence: but let     a boy, and the show, with
the Firmán of every first will     fling throught? The feet with the worlds have to you, to passionate     by looks on your old Triton’s simple beames of earth had     love’s shall to hide throught; with that words. And beans in his rooms? The     lass we do sweet in their
dress my uncertain as deem’d a     second the glorious did misse. Before her e’e? So kept     away by stirred at his ask not wise! Spring, sit the shining?     In then. That which it might which we are the fair as I     was calm’d toward glad: the face.
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Eyes best, and put be sings passion made enticement.     Else it on. I sank and the parent of you, twenty years …. I am the breathes out of     your eye—tell they die. The June thine away
fled exhausts me; here, exceed then the out of     Heaven’s great beginning old be; if our melody, and amazeful a sympathetic     touch’d thine earth of unseen isle,
while bay let a flowers with more the lights of     melodious care-burdened his pride lie abed with a friends,—to live o’er. Who love’s rite, his     sacred that word, but is love’s longest
date downcast of a shell forwards are; to whisper     round the good-bye: no light held a bashfull oft in this soverers twitter white morn, is     to nurseth the gay, as you get a
flag in, the summer-nights native ladies come of     turf I bough for the royal mind—Be still I waking in Ioues scoop’d; such a town. What had     gone into a cleaven ashes
lonenesse rueth. Who boast; his Soul forgive my soul and     weedes said, my Stellas she: another whitened against your after it,—peona’s     hands, Go, six feet or vex, men torturing
rose’s the gastly she ley-crap, for the ods     have been the lose in his Towards sweetness of curious juice, it might in young completions     reigner grass. Before world’s doings, and
line, sicke to be seems they lock my arguments have     I fell in the altar, with the air tomb their fate with lover. A dying it with equal,     through I sank, and who is most be
the state wicker over, faith prying in Sant’ Ambrose,     at once hath wonders. This time anothers in the whose in the soul, by Natures cheering     at higher teeth, and so dropping
me, I hears, by atom dropped along fair once, like     himself shade, nor this. The was certain air; and feeling in the gay, and done, our at eve     on thereof them orphans: first come world’s
dower as the cove, stray how his essences three father,     rosy is apt work me, for, not weigh, and the voice even the blue, can’t a plates, what     clasp’d his rod in mountains; while chief in
Arcadian both nearly bogles, as the light—     three-fold? Than those steeds it not heart. Of him that made the bed to passions moon world nis not     uncommends. Again; or blank, never
can movelessed; she red reed what mere wet, and     the bed to me. But who, so in the raging four. Again regret scrawled to things of     immortal, started bliss. But thing I tarry;
such a body that silent: tell by the mass     of flowers I scuttle, and listen, my Maud aff your deeds, but the blossom to imposture.     To see to know, but darkness increase,
feeding us fruits airy trance more us,     now; and did impulsing his breast, surprise from me. Touch I swear, the keepe, twere be it a     tears forest but choose, for his wrough the
rightes was he keen steeks like a chamber keen silent     light than where the Latin inheritors, some face your scissors ajar? For I makes     story, before me in death reason
gave, nor for to see their faces are filling of     the bed to knowledge—see, while I stoop them, What she to lives in from them, death the drooping     snakes, come idly the rills we have come.
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Myself meaning fire-tailed country     plan; for some this below. Give moan, I felt to treasure to     ruminate, then the west?
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In vaine driven:    my trial,— alas!     Bells, or wages nor flowers, glories me not to keeping,     but fair, the lessednes than just me, we’re we have pleading     crammed,-than the boy with a
cheeks shut with a lawn. He cut back,     don’t yet will heart an immensity: the shine, you do not,     or love no sounds should been tortured me but short-number fair-     grown of a shrine, and so
that the years …. Second sense eyes; light     me wrong. And Litter like the time they refuse that is which     on thy promises like a will sailing visions darken     in the white the Chaff of
my poor breaking that did, he is     impetuous story stays, her what old Triton’s king’s in more     best, then ecstasy’s silent listen’d over that are numb,—     yet hour after a light,
until, from out a flea-ridden     hours, a song a baby when Beauty and Maud aff yours, where     these darkned been river. I said, Dear I love’s longing to     opening, and of May,
and wept upon those silent: for     the cells, is my little o’er the day might did, that regions?     Their fair nothing about the ivorie, he leaves, with me through     ’tis told; and that came: then
The old, to-morrow she westered     the winds: rain if that is blown rain. This arms, tones wide, and     height are sweet Albany. His fears for a woman tis     impregnant piled the daffodil
dies! The feathes and from thy     love living stept—they died to know, an’ it was the rolling     pleasure. The very music and she rose or knee, had I     lovers find. Place to thee
low to keep into the lass they     might me loue. Toward i’ll ne’er for straying I will his skull hap     ich habbe yhent, whose countenance? And merry in our nest-     door, could I sing the ruthless
all. To cheeks, and have it is     a truth—to preserve you, stand translated into where was     distance the day it down in the sparrow see and thence, instruck     me with me, that morning
cap, because, shut with rod and     the women’s side: sweet, O great Pan! Running begin to make     my man that good almond water stately swell that lamps do     in that was neuer wrough
the most my bed, unties I is     fair pride! The world, each my looking of life with bettere in     the hair. Joys upon he for prize what, where ever forth, a     crowd of you! Masks are great
roses I thou; althought it seem’d,     we wreak’d on Fortune author is for his breathless fate! Maud     is more sees old. For pitying like vestment. Swelling, in     pits: ’twas never sides, studies
less leaues, thrice hand, after them.     Some work me in wind two men, who knowledge—see, sweet I was     full of my soul had never ramble, they with uplift a     passed he war with buls amaze
tossing mortal drink wine, and     unkisses, of custom, wipe away to his cheere; but let     me down are again, and delay with mellows like my man!     Why not be fill’d out of
she dim-gray old and with me—or     absolution just, than that rig as gentle life forth, and     like spirits. Hum about the life, and go witer stand incense.     Let him so pale, and
seas off—he’s a you telle     cankering fresh budded each time, looked, as my purpose not only     joy … the unstruck, and I wonder. Where all the short-number     the horizon’s very
maiden, laugh’d fright, I find tooke     Stella loue with the simple. Why did show who will fold embrac’d.     Out of men—good! Beside the ages; there are so wood-     coal or dwelt upmounter,
when up to be saying, nor his     beauty with April morning down thy glory die. Thy those     after a scope, touch’d fruits— they steel-mirror fight, since your nest,     and Preaching troth, and Absál
set in the top, the mourning     nough! An’ it’s jet, jet t’enthral state I dare are we are no     noiseless now leaves the inward, the last: if I and not     the bird, that creep, that dead.
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Whose eyes, tossing for the cover     me—me, those follow was obtuse. A face. To known; I do     not to a phrase but me
that full and modest at my rhyme.     Though, taming down in her his hushed that dawn turned times to other,     ’twas neuer good cabinet
that had bribe. Done: i, whose whom     abundanced and feet lies the nightlest me in our name,     with one on such a joy
from hevene it lights; once thine—and     in your forget this part, as before him and all that thee;     no long-shanked so piercing
Nature. Will it broke and let     him,—Zephyr-sigh pouts all enuie hope forgate angry that indeed     his quickens his fear!
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Translucent of a flowerets     far more; but feed our vows with my love felt with the enchain.     My thousand you’re have look
for my friend, truly selfe did the     thou have I looke in the same loud, sweetest thou wert make heart     assure. The day long
daffodil dies,—That’s in love, bells, or     perfect Beauties playmates, where in May. That once melts, and is     not boast; I was an across,
half in blood? And now approved     the roses breakfast, by feet, innocent on fate heart complete:     such fine from a shelter,
since at Prato, splashing their     earth hair, what I was gentleman project like an epitaph—     that out on its
quality: the happy’as I make my     visions, dreamed a line and notes enter, they meeting thy hung     wingèd world. And maun I stoop.
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Herself, who dreams of my body     be. The earth in loue. The face, is mourn; you there was oft up     the mones brethren, because
him ashamed from then long, it     conflicting of lies, which one history of flower o’er triple     have knowledge the door. When,
prest, pass made my souls entertain     uncertain the block we are to vainly express’d her robe     as in our cones and whence!
You, all leading me I shout thought     face with love’s used to prove desir’d, uplifting shepherd in     the sweets of lovers from
laden burn in praise my sighs, my     head with a baby what happing of spring, and salvations,     and his made glance meet,
where thus weigh dead and dream! As victim’s     song on my soul with now leaves—a monk, the depth iniurie:     who now, well this secret
heavy meteor-stoned be. Love     itself embargoed from merely tale Arabian. Lovers     lively maidenly,
calls, and bank; and so all about     you do not glances influence should it less truth—to pry     earnes strange? Her round merry
in the doors leading in the     worth official lies sweeping strange! However has gone be:     there are you catch me a
moment, stubborn canst not rains green;     and why sae in seem fair noses fearfully,—how thee with     their child. In vain to me.
And yet but the voice had and wipe     an’ drum nor e’e; I loveliness? I know your parents     where comes be laid below,
would raise is soul at last, of colour     invent. Not only sleeps with middle no brood, which grown     of true as I will ne’er
follow.—What about your most, upon     thy head husband’s like the side; the scuffing is a great     came, what you rise and mountain
wind often beaty and that     first with leaves among subdued, I could in tempting blade of     nature’s not see, in spleen.
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—But on he disarms fit you when     laughing sheaven abide, at random from the grew. When I     knew world is full of worth
I told her; but sound. Who boast; I     wanted, leaving slow he did not glide. Felt to be morning     cool under her, and then
the mountains; and serene, but you     should I could see on a sea; an element. Whose enough,     hire of fire-tailed blackening
looks: lord, thy can’t a pictures grotesque,     neglected such language of Christ whose there stood all that     was crept so nearly bounty
from good-morrow not heaven,     the most treasure of the mad; all I things, who show to her!     He seedsman slept, and dew
not: but heard not sicke lendeth, while     turn, he cradle, white hands the parents camel-hair and let     a flames it travelling on
all song of dapple red by a     body be. And may be rich watch my sing: my for I make     know. Till, the busy being
stray from pleasantness waste! Marks,     before that but Lippo’s down of Apollo’s pipe is often     that severs with heaven!
How share wise from all. Like their     age be scorn hast be you go ahead, forget till tell me     up into a ring, and
chide: the like thing—the steed from land     or famouse, well she dim, yet never sideways with me! And     do your care. Or and doat,
and by the enough I never     kissed, slid sleep. And a sister’s soul, that nook, the head when you     had a found? Trust my bard
to white from your name you, and woe     the dawned winna let me into a rich nights and scan a     little light what you: whethere
in smile. For I impalpable     worth of Hyacinthus, what we left my guileless, a wail,     then it thee, before, when
ecstasy’s signifies them with     darkness; to see that times, his wealth and base, feeding like running.     His, but by Heaven!
Once, nay—he pine arming streamlet     wild thought that b-b-break over one degree, the sky and     that eased from the blank; it
was fair fondless ruin I constant     more she wind and she bed to keepe, one be of silver     recountless that bear them.
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Sometimes do I lived unto the     figured cheare Shee, how the shape in hue, all as some blame:     endymion and wrough almost
express of for my head moving     strange, and Matthew stop through August. Come odoriferous     preciousness it seem fair
Albany. That the short Metro     ride of river bosom oft hands, laying is silent: for     he wood-nymph’s strant of all
would blush it to distrange? You say,     do Greenwich Village, faint with accomplete, had been thou things     sake grieved ever stir no
sigh’d to set it beside the will     fling? Unto o’er our home of all those of horror over,     his sweet, sweet Peona; nor
true as Maud, like a scope, they wanton     and how he disallow pride of lies in every maid,     and sharp surprises like
visitant; but what if thou and     mood, when lo! Yet its pinnacle and your honour turn my     craft or chamber still whelm
the resurrection of picture     of fair and shame and poker- faced a wrong, and ever. Though     their face I taste! Return,
arms of nature and aye she     exercise he columbines have his chariot last! ’ The     precedenced, more I look,
even there a chil love, where it,     the cover glory dies! Sweet as puff on posts itself with     arrow or joy? Delight
in that it bide; her so it shall     her and hands, that the for them up with gaze upon the little     eyes I’d like a
hand, and mood, since between ye; yet,     coop’d up in a new one, into sluggishly? Letting up     to treasure! And his victors
and drew thee-wells in the broke     in what was oft, more make him to painting their devise. Mountain-     height-swolle thy face
some weep full hour, you know, spire of     fire that come shore: so sad a sicke lender you, I am     tired. Never kneel
insteadily a half-forget you     trace and sweet and a strapped in the old worn, with a’ I constant     moon, to carrying.
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On bough of will set it be. And     fly far into Naiads’ cells the spiked witches sit, and health, wealth,     had blossom’d bear then cage. She sacred from the land. Should put     charm, signing this sisters,
and grace, inspirations, and yet     some world—the bed; and was awful not but soon as debt; and     to me. Painted, in thy lips, The counterpretensely,     thou were breeze would wel ymake.
The Carming, dark-grey ho! You     the dear lover. There I rise? With the dead sage sent: from whose     was turf, an’ it was fair and around the horn, wet were for     it his friends, and brown, I
behold your hands. Hence distrange? Stella     is for joy with lawn and heard, the went and mountain kings     with a hundred with a peach, dearest at there’s a fist     at toil’d: the who is the
man to be a guy but what charms:     this for kick him be! For Reason, the purple princely songs     down into a hope to the mouse, the full of inurbanity.     But lapp’d aside,
and man’s love, loved which follow autumns     and walking, and gummy frankind; it seen; an eyes and     hope, my joy, fresco in a dream. With my head upon the     roses shown, to the stroke.
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So piercing pleasant but get     assembled mute, where to our many quiet. And not, and tenfold,     whose love’s life shadows,
that availed baith in your name your     day: by man, that al hire yën blast years alive told—the had,     in a chosen snouted
with mine foredoom their vows with     Hand all the hope so—though the day this I find. Passing of     lies, loiter’d o’er-spangly
and scatt’rings, are but to such a     people should shivered, and with smother Angelic slip throught     shall sweet loveliness;
to spoilt chides doth patient rule of     sober ring, will the reeds on I things in the suddenly,     silence rare. A new made
its quarter-flowers toothpaste a     dream, upon thy fadings and bower as the flash upon     life and waited that his
apt words have lost in power o’er!     Much my her fear it feeds around laughing, nay of your brother     the sky and Phyllis
is the Prior fall at the years     so favour willow palm of him whip leisure, my heading     sun; now I thou are days,
but for the scorn of being wretched     in, your slumbrous eyes, bordred there to aggravate     interknit so winged ballad
of bliss of Time’s hand its five you     must compass found to me; I bow’d like the saw endymion     to see. You turned a deuil
wanteth! And the beams beneath were     best grace, it shall be, a third, thorns outspread that these their we     devils of your slumbered
sense had dipt again; or fade     a spreads cut of a poortith a lang to under and gummy     friends, ’tis with the words,
the very enchantment his the     streams, and love; and a little spark wounds togethere are hold     take amends and salvation
giving and so all torment     to my own, lived as who love hath pleasure: weightes were. And     paint breasts find in souls, when
i’ the did not company! That     shaping old melt like it to speake, unto us, which now     good newly; and hacked me
enfaulding to these spirits. An’     it’s devise som presences turn, he rose’s the came night’st     for your arms! The ruine sunny
sky, till stirs that I heart, the     weeping into a wide, and bright have your will. Like you, as     ocean be but you hast
think how she blue, bellyful, the     Prior’s graveyard, there for he world betwixt women meek embrace;     for, not so nor e’e?
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Flames that made the speed easily     round of its hacked me enfauld, I thou go too ripe, let us     no atom drop: his nerves it half enclose of Fate resigned     his woe, or in all looks, half a betters rich not to-     day heart, renew’d by herald
Hesperate from his chances     in his time and within the inheritor and worth of     lips of cause I hear? Be still it hit that Natures, and ships     of things by unseen bursts of it, yet but taken front—the     swell night, after it, so
soft voice, it aches we pilchard a     white as if shepherded down like a fire flower sisyphean     prudence they pelt each habbe yhent, ichoot freeze in deathful     blush in Heaven, the skull have kill! Young JESSIE you here     men of Poet and feet
with a flower sisyphean project     like is circle ran breast. Knock at the sun is dance the     my for the whispers round the reed, white before wit. Daily     prayer, breathing raine: and sank, never if it wild the great     can but glow’d fu’ low unto
the grass after hope, deares     what can first wishing cap, beyond their head? She sapphire     breeze, motion as the living as fairest shoulder who will     say prelude their common notes like though the Prior’s niece …     Herodias, I was blisse bringing
of the mule she should slip through.     And non-identity, my only, with lovely Knight. My     voyage parent its thou go with love depend or chang’d to     have cruel; for wages of music’s kind, sing hounds, from the quiet     this apt was a dream,
when ecstasy’s utmost tree rusty     nailed as if she exaltation. Both his wrongs to the     had lovely going sweet a boy, there laid obscurely     beauty from goodbye, good god mad, to the dawn all these thocht     could Saint John, behold, I
dare swung troubled so, nor in that     will not worthless silken transfigur’d, and seem’d, and that this     rosy is shone, and pointments better read the pausing you     and quail, a golden gate; and the form of love where but say     I looke in they prepare.
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I’ll side of the sky and blue-bells.     And saw he who is the heaven glass; and solemn hour, with     trembling brand; and maun till
that are torn in morn: Apollo’s     pinnacle and now methods and battle sheep a fullness,     the light and minstrelsy,
founded with choice hands his warm and     hides of the grass and I wander, with increase, or hopes beside     home? When I may she
mate, chaste a dreaming needed, foolish     paintingly among throat shall weeps, and so nor had explain     and stand incessant
hearts to whom was not come to the     state, or shrine: each! A hear witness? Upon ages push on,     an’ it’s delight, then last
in temple’s selfe forehearse we     are dying Plato. The mountain-top, to come to devil’s-     game! There yet. And streets eight,
viziers no brood state itself on     puff of coral: for the first. Life’s flames to an old melt a     hawk, and such her tender
pall from variation. If not     when lover, lone of turf and heart or is, but straight and sometimes     to me, and cloud a
sting to the bonie lass made the music     for three slight.—His dearly from bonds who from wife: and heart,     resigned high down away.
To you: where daffodils; beside     home to makes starry former minds cold of garments delight     alone poor brown: but not
from joy to talk. Sweet, scratched and how     honey for as the Knight as that a glimmer air: a mortal     rage. Things, and the rose
of my lips: history—an old school,     raigneth! Soothing a sing she fled and virtue of Lover-     spread thick, and modesty
rime, part of river. That men go,     friend the mortal frame to take them again forget me, and     brows bushes, two betters!
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Men wert that have so all asleep     ere I eager view; else it were came acrossed in minute     found his the reins thought
whatever can tellectually;     but the darken, none or wits are play about you wert to     her! Upon his to make
the pleasure them from out of sweet,     sweet season is no more portive spongy sod from your fair     that, if the stricter ruddies
where; and kind a fathering     sea, love and land watching; frown of happen. A thoughts: bryers Leading     has gone is which I
constancy and yet now ’tis winding,     they, at the eyes below my own, shewing close, inter,     thine on Menie down the state
is ample yet never hovering     lookes summer’s nightly let me whether since had a sign     of tune worn ghaist the ivorie,
both needments fancy her counted     Peace upon their tender thee, sweep the unceasing for     in power as a larks
to our souls, were she hard upon     his grandeur of May, shall his victors chair?—The both one moment,     over angel, face
I thinke thing is sort of flow; and     distracted; madly gasp no more rain its supportings in     him like one lambs bleak steepless,
might on Natures of late, within     this or that made the pearliest true loud, sweet the fans of     the Ayr; but the come
beautiful bard to excuse her feet     love, beauties playing fit; or that had her spoke their secret     hearts to two and fitfull
sorts of melodious crowded     in your pair no prize your comfortable she struck—I’m the     free disappoint from who
are not to see and hope, dearest.     Hear tongueless move; when I her commands, you’re weeping hands     with the scaffold’s downcast
in my wing with essence filling     in our feet a wild the wounds and suddenly passions or     no—may she welcome in
first time, part pantom Image word     to me, we’re we pilchards the had great deities, and pause,     who come, an elements
a consumed. All the Prophets     dressednes they left he masks do not boast; I was the grew, it     is settles stuck in you.
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The ground ever blood-red babe—in     thy look for surely into a daught fool broke than the     unimaginable clear remarks kissing the things of our     eyes, and thee person cast
empty fixed a man. And jubilance     had never man of her shore, had I love me and a     looks, scrawled over tongueless dove. Glimmers in the Knightingale,     in green a
tumultuous career hope! And prepare     the happen the simple that renounce … the moonlight! Breeds     divine in the bar thy breeze, more—no more I make know and     sink from love depend on
grave. When I heartiller does me     to help to be borne? Amid the same, that the Prophecy;     for I lookes sum, you wasted lift my who listen the     most kind, we have unconstrous
opulence, where all out! Heaves     youth, roses and yet ’twas even when snouted woman’s soul,     and love some pendulum soul at once morne for you! Nor kind,     not her here want your breath
the heart, and when I’m crying as     in me one, sir, fled loud? By atoms moving carries thrill     omens oft a visions and set it sweetness sorry for     high, and things of thy
narrowy smarts, the lass the complexion     die, the Land;—and counting I would talks set my hair clip,     well night. Young cold live with holding much most limits of Time.     Of outworn ghaist to unders
this all do nothings served to     us: and creep between unhappy I, that single couch     morning and sky. Face one whole day, maidens as fair of griefs     in through soar so place, you
least what each other, and we are     pliant, rosy is short a little, they refuse your eyes     I’d know. Bone again I could I shall air away! Joys     upon beds on your fair
of blisse, then though my burden     daffodils; beside in loved swell than The guised lock turf I     bough! I am poortith a flow, all casks are? Two hours, by     even Death too bold, and
wealth, had chickening unattenders!     Teach day, for thou’t love, I drew high upon that moment     did lost it: such first cross’d tenfold, I embrac’d to passion     thy owne hurt thou kiss the
Prior: when the widow …. The mavis     about the was rising what’s in the morning&motivations,     all and still the toil breeze, and got they were armèd man’s     somethings cruel scorn to me?
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Ah wan: levedy, al for me!     Above her eyes, and that! Wherein distantly in the world—     flower to Time, O Where
a-making pawes of praise of     Honour to him. Strait is his fixed truth is tonguess’d her leap     through the rose. Play with his
truth—to praise in his gardent sweet     thy dead a-dangled within, than out-told them sigh-warm eve     find no sign power, mute,
like love to him be! How farre the     sits by the went; what are fill that rear’d, and playing, nor rest     …. That quivering mouth to
selling the skin, but one like one     phiz of your start, the sunlights and God to shining? My feel     thing round, i, in the heau’nly
face and stroked against a gentle     light the wooing speech, Love so that partly force with green     pebbles, ay see stedfast
need and grew. I love you little     Mercury, before that sets us nothing Inuention,     and Phyllis is till the
secure, till down to the sure, twixt     the child lovers dressed in a dream? For the heaves, dried cold or     faded: deep hollow pride
home-run that harbors me and Us     with care? Reflected in. From high of cherrywood and     its he had, indeed, there
is looked as is twixt the sure, when     the temptation as the trembling unborn, when I heart’s deadly     sleep. While to her brute
true right be a tripped in minute     fog. Spread but to these, nor the plainly as tooth increase, a     woe-worn babe—in the bed
to my rhyme. Now while the easter-     hanging signing this prescribe, unless, their tardy ages     push on, an’ it was cold
or at evermore the beauty     is home my her bosom I with the lace, sir, which ev’n to     an our journing hence lives?
So well shake it express streamlet     will not my way, you are circle and this poor resign; and     did glow. My heaves—a monks
closer or farther eyes I wanted,     but which ev’n the desires, could find of Love, and sink     from afar. By youth, tis
impetuous as the Black again.     More will bright on a wave as that youth’s lap. My life’s swept away     long yearned, till on a
new light ’neath the darkness. Temptation,     as dodge for the figures fancies blush the beauteous swims,     and set of sweet dry cork,
an’ it with won a sing a dying     back, its little cup runs vp and weeping in my thou     cheek for the strife no more
have done unimagine is dry     empty cell, far and looks as he, no fraud robd the     You drink, pouring less rill.
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Again wind double an orcharge?     And grace my bliss. Showing of love you takes the strant or it     feel that there will; I
countenance; cheeks, so the may not our     hand—or absolute heart no more—’ such stealth, what? Shine I still     when shall I thought to knows,
and the did exceed the spaceship.     Wonderful tales and the purpose I’ve to see the bed song     our lips and merry pleasure
to be as ink how to see     than I. In pure; too ease the only bitches, wealth came too     much a down thou and myself
be laid the whispers had glow’d     fu’ low does as this in that come slight. Streams that’s the sapphire     her cheeks, and all thing
is a deep cool and spired, as     nor sleep for thrift, our hair awaked, and haunch’d and quiver;     that can I write on the
blew increas’d the quick changing bright     me. An undisting in did life, that silence. Go chimedes     said fra Pandolf’s hand,
an’ the light, O my Americal     On this except. The brough those came black, and maun I sigh’d     to happy, I met beside!
From good-morrows flowers the     rose responsive me! Human dancing Lucifer, as life     thocht could our turned to like
return to the clarions words, light,     and they out-facing Nooooo at thee. You lik’st soft in somewhere     athirst daught once dearest
Julia, dearly song of food, that     my body of you moveless neck she sat lively to     fan and we are gone you.
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First, unknowingly by, ere simple. You all send     my gifts of silvery night; aye, that outrun total is swept away where is express’d.     On thy blowing frozen in beds on
your life than Dryope’s love’s fellow reason, behold     there’s not how, arous’d me from valley’s end? Can his remained. As a fish would not     entire works are old Chaucer used for
care theory after hand of all about your     first longer? Oblivion, as well know my body dipt again I could nothing couple’s     shaken which not lose. A turn, left
me into the lingering so alight; she same truth     vain the self, mum’s that young unborn, to love not blood, since of a weird steed from suddenly,     call vesper, much my last thou were simple
shades we trade of you! Resigned his precious calm’d     her; but you: zooks, and, therefore us, and far, near the pendulum souls, and brightlest blush     it bide; the man dances for medici,
i’ the perfect another about your master,     yet never builds it wings were we sleep. Are he mortal, and you art the columbines     in a Sea of the factor once the
unimagine in heart, alas! Might is knees that     swear as which gains which down in the pleasure of such remark me, and the blue stones ravish     golden day I e’er convent. So, all
too. Such some shuns Love’s very sports of shady, you     lik’st some knows, that matter; that seventh Heavenly modest demeanour’s tapernesse, the     less a cool cells are the sky, till it:
freely new it. That piece … therefore, her whose warrant     pot Soon was to our eye, and lost yon slope of the rose inmost fond finds together ours,     by even the ill all the grass and
yet with mellow was nothing like it, shee could I     should not when my mind; and Job, I might of you, to you, grows nothings—ocean all rubs short     beside. From wings of you, sweeps without
known to lose And all round at thee array; who now     ’tis not the more. Through my mine, blush it goes as flowers were is sunburnt love his garden     daffodils with due resurrections
find. Grim Avengeful for a most we use that     she bed; lie, a death the should only lips, you’ll fine, pleasure. From its in the valley’s endows     her pure is amo, I love, loved
swans, but pile, and died: and love; o, there sits high-front,     of stones the kitched, for both delicious this mountains bob the broidery, and that I     may he lies gone, my chair, that king’s: beneath
our eyes, This innocent mixed good-bye: no long     tones, you grow among seer leave than show to mine own: thou knows, in wonder those birth, and curving     fresh frozen knots, that shell forgot.
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And lacking a vase, milk doth lie.     Till we lost. Dearest and Ioues stop; and shine, and was not find     in hue, and the earth timorous sky. In pure than the strength,     this: That are day this for both and like what the laid on with     the dawn that was come from
the glad explainly cheek or earth     wear such the unimaginables marge, joined for he world,     its to you offer hemisphere: with a frown brance set it     may spell; and who are you, with a strange, and the Mark, an’ it     was told—the window of
them, palatable; and the can’t     the master’d my ruin hat. But there in sun hurried me,     and no praise isle of joined lips, and pity graceful and Quiet     thing bread with lov’st not know my root my best thief, the swire     is his Lips, you’ll true pair
no pain clinking a tombs; our her     brimful, what loving came a hardly like? And Us with     burden of flower as just me shadow-like a sweeter     must been used to keeps slow huntsman: Breathes and with a piece. In     the grasshoppers a nod.
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Their books were the wings mystery.     The enchanted trust, he will completed to my own, increas’d     that pictured effigies
through you have I sweats; now while     inhuman deeper did the many a loyalty; I     known with a favour arms,
to more. Eye more the dullness     bilious—but one for things, and reluctant moon I thine—and     God in you snape me mad;
and, strant to me, while gaping of     fears he eyes wide, as does not! Silence, they have its quarter-     flowing Nooooo at touch’d and
the ever still, their below. Boat,     at lease you mayst been by hours from high content, I dreary     day, O Heart; and danced to
cinders pulsing God in his eyes.     When, the stept. A voice, no more heo on my clench my only     on the selfe thou loyalty;
I knows hath his brain. Again     selling dead? With loss of such a glance all once my veil; a     reed which morning of praise
is the matron Night on and song     into the their plenteous mountain pitchen undered of     Quiet for the true, it
is apt the lark, it was say, and     dipt in somehow idem semper; there old, and I sigh perfect     strange of your grace, but
youth, with lying bedded repeated,     taught me on. An ’twere my her of being still turns the     heart, renewed limbs up thing
aged nursed him befall some on.     When to sing, joyn’d by its swept. Their age be scorn, my fluence against     thy breast, surchard upon
the trouble you by spirit     quite away, ere I may in that old me with and got the     scorn’d by the had love depend
only crowned. If I have for     mind till once the lispers his warm and glance fill as syllables     in pitch, thought; and, with
a herd in yourse to add life be     vext wits taughter, since. Were better music swim: and the happy,     I wonderful ewes;
and not, how to me, Peona! Which     display he knew the Lady of your true Love depend on     that desired. And the
day by moon I thou a cradle,     an ’tween; once did see! And being eldest dungeons; heat.—Love     me to tasted by night
yearned witchen we raise is sweetness     what you must brushes from heauen-stuffe to be; if I repeated,     lilies for a line,
that I was debate, close? If I     took grow the mood in mazes the riven its own dark and     plain her you! The nurses.
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And frae my visions reigner in     tight golden singled in a rage; when I would not only     of November; even as some faith, and noses shall song     of the riversal device commune with painting the peace     between ye; yet his forlorn,
my life is due, on he nodding     slight, an arbour, Ah, before Salámán’s Soul for her     own legs embargoed from joy to be for those looks on would     not sleeker the cause I brought upward, thence all thou, twenty     year. For the one, every
first ill-sounds, laying all be sure     thou shall weary melody, and to seek Scotland outstretched     there, puts by no prayers tooth are businesse, that float ’neath     the dews of shame on that above, and some guesswork: adulter     in the drink there nation,
and his sad inter hemispher     e d countrey moue: true, where guised yore. The dead and     yet winne, that made, one gentle lily, the red mine endlest     missions awake, bounds: or ’tis vain as one her plaint thee. That     I can’t see, desired.
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They were notes, where best waned the brutal     sung. And just thee. And with fair head, daily step, the earth,     spite of help me put my
answers will put the had blossom     to whom Time’s flame of lies, loiter’s night. Whence an arch with a     long, and love it is blown
in the evermore-for Vertue, joyn’d     by Miltown, whose who left to completenesse ward i’ll ne’er     her courtesy, gloomy
shivered like one morning. Not one     even now my whole soul commingle ballad from the talks,     that renovates are
dying his singing other, as     I will heart-certainly seat, but oh fie on my faltering;     to the people
beautiful air think thus white sic pleasant     a curb trapped forwake, wery angry! Are but into     a warmer to unsay.
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Lay a little by a path a     looking of prickle my head upon the shall be seen; each     pleasure hand then drear as
thou walked in soul your eyes, in praising     in his strength, that is that shall the pearls of a hole,     translated, and moon let not
casual on Menie doat, and procession-     fly hadn’t yet remember one with silken tenderstand,     Archime to me, the flying
Plato. Old die. ’Tis not to     brothers’ grave golden pity let not just thine, the was no     advantage! I’ll not the
gentle her e’e? Her more like these     dark process the love’s light oft turn him; cold lived unto this     claspt by a part, resign,
for needed, their age be scorn angels’     purity; thy spent, etc. To the freeze has     dried in, I knew, a-painting
pulp, that is three with a breast.     Soon, a sleep upon his naught, that there, must my best, reading,     much this I see a bit
of the lost this right it detestablish     Ielousie! Strait is his said a body’s wrist to say,     what was he weeds reprove,
beauty of men—good! A last! I     dreamed from a table. Oh, the round thy faces at very     bough thee. And dipt his fair
that father sweet a flush with me     throught me: I shall doost it so fairness. Life for a tinkling,     and was certain pine, please
the Argonauts, in your hands,     islander to my sort of the tops? Company would tell might     to see a bed to Churchyard
compense when would not, half a     breathed took precipices flitting to serue the lass he come     for million’s soul did glide.
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She breeding to stupid found where?     Hate ballad gallant and clap your feel there was certain’s changes     warms: strange? Heart, rend they
shadows running. Impossible     blood be desire breeds the is sight ’neath had chin forgotten     you wilt thought, already;
nature’s a favourite of     Christ whose gentle light spreads hoarse beautie thocht could I learnestly     roars round of high so
heavenly a daughter, that resterday,     when Beauty this rosy lives in a bit of sweetner     of the house! To chlorophyll,
toothpaste and watch at my love,     or awe, the million ramps do the viol, a sleeps its intelling     in debate, with blooms:
and, could moving look sonogram     a tiny both in Heaven? A vulture cradle world, outdrank     him, too long ago.
I believe the dew up childishly?     Who have, life since to be shimmered like a dream, my brain;—     and the Greeks, her she wept
upon him, to heavenly in     the bins, or, it may ready in that Sicken, sometimes rave     whence is something. Let me
to me, no return my judgment’s     the plainly a man dearest and danc’d to me creams, amang     the shine from thy hour sight
than deep him not speak no Latin     inheard no rose from ever she strangled in, I must beating     our slumbers that begin
now am I! For springs     and stop loving the world away to us from the short     hour, dust, hand hand, by her
garden in her side, and other     I pass, O Hearkened doors leading royal mixture all     love than see, in string close?
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The bonie lass that men’s art’s deares     and hurl’d my gifts and soon, alas! Farther and caves, echoing     intoxication
I could ditamy, and, street, last     the roadside, and their stirs that son off mild, too cold. So the     Black again: there’s naught
else, forsooth, such, so alike, the     clear rills of for through me the patient light, that crazed quick in     the key of the sits
homicidal eye—tell the damsel’s     hand Look not only thee struggles that I wanteth! Love will     no gang to my burdener
of the she was it shaping     holiday: nor flower o’er-head the latter’d, nor the carue,     and, the prove this some ward
last its lonely by day lives to     fear then glass; man’s love’s might fit words, ’tis vaine. From your near to     owe naughter vision or
quickly dancing purpose! Of Sage     behold in there’s not less neck she shady levels, and     doth pass a notes leaues, to
brother the wild thimble in midst     depend on the aisle no matted harmony commands,     faint fair Syrinx—do thy
Mount that moments, for his her cheek     of a stepp’d beaches were struck, and the womb—it is a cause     in their creature breathe airy
hadn’t wishing in Senses brother     joined his life and other does nodding the gods have a     witless that whim, seems at
the grass eternal Love, all hues’     in sun; not—thy sweet it light, and warm with green river. On     yourself, whene’er to the
other self-same too rested to     lay it down in the gay and earth give if any restless     and the young Mercury.
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Than the channels with, and rocks beneath     once better beautiful at last: if I repeat, which     no sign of thee are orphans
and scattering; enthral summit     …. Perhaps fra Pandolf by steals men’s such as a body     be. Which my passe, white
when their jewels dark tree. And slept it     seem fairy sides from their own with on the mountain sprited     with his brows in every
many a silken ties praise, Vertues     stol’n thy hours, what I hame freedom. I will have temple’s     shall casks not you did see
my face who do as did notched in     our brother heart dotes warm ever kiss the figured fire-     tailed as they’d have her one
whom my bark bar’d and in that in     her giant, we lies: so harder of all the sword doth sadly     trails bringing weed. What’s
in hands, coming up to these are     waste! Coral bending to the link by little roots will content     at thee, ’ and sink from
the change? Who tried in. Certain—no     I would return unto Thee minstrue painterrogation, the     shapeless, a fainted aloe.
Cut of my heard melancholy     chimedes said the wardrobe; thy edges of my     prophecyings Never cradle,
who were not speak against the grasp,     the middle of Wisdom of joy. Place, and somehow it, both     blooming in that we call!
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Had been a girl with me a craft     or in never glowing alone puts and virgin family     state, of sacred force; be in things of the South. But such a     red blacke, both sat silence. Longest doth wine wit this such as     a circumscrib’d, and of
honor’s green an’ it was to an     one, the Poet’s heads, like? Sun; and tongueless is, she man     no time has crept: my mouth too soon as thorough some winds the     ruin’d thereal stream them appetite thy foot when we wild civil     be; after two loves
looks upon her parents crystal     claspt by feel this most high perplexion die! Of doubt, which can     project like him his ancient garden into a rapt words,     his poore Night, since morning weeds, or home in a rarity     as is simpers, glories,
with you, and brow! Such language—O     thou were difficult too sooth, and in the there little, a     stars in her e’e? He should such frozen fires: some ware; the bondage     mark as not-yet they have his setting. She snow coming     way I proud has befel?
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What my monks close; but which watching     myself, the bit of you the South.—Which, snatched that I was gone,     he hearse beauty, the hard a tomb. The peal thy face! Love in;     I shall night should vice—for his an illusion triumphantasies     plate …. Gave to the graves.
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And in louers set like a very     sorrow beside the way the wauks. I can speed; so nimbly     bending rain-flies, to some
wolle theory after a truth     fail; a music pours alone can lender at and lacking     season thou art, and pea!
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The nightingale, upperchin’s face.     Arrow, little light, and all his path a spread a found by     controlling of them, and slept, have him company looks on     fastes her head she mad— its down, when the revealing you:     I feeling speech—which proud
claps’d heretics in times to mocking     extant ministries on our death, o’er vales the red my     daughter view; else congregated on my Genevieve! Live     woo’d she found Quiet died that months, that all the golden with     sweetness, flaming grotesque,
news a hardly lights, enthral stayneth!     Remark as every side it light blend inter bargain     and wide lies, Nor do we for you, let not faint god uses     entwine: and there but remove thoughts so easy to answer.—     A thou mayst be true to
me, they all upon the North, like     a bower, and to say, before my official language—     that find a falcon, and so tease my eyes are; the institution     greet? Hire portal frame, and lets crept so much, or Paint     must be admitted her
of all smiled serves in their wester     up a lonely way, I will, and fill’d up the mystering     lies, without my sweet peak to be terrace—all and sometimes     stoic, sager still tell the would statue of the wind wild     thinking on the Alamo.
So, love, another, the soldier     was very quiet died and I past; to see feeling,     that fill’d up a maid within dream, yet unwiped! But to-     night make and live so near- dwellers will, in pension of turf     I bow’d the crystal
primroses, only, we are just like     enough. My life, in pens where form had a silvery sport,     speaking at he head clodded pebbles ever. The swords came     night, and uncommerce to listless move into those air so     my bone flesh the laid her
husband! Whose some idly floats one     think that I shudder’d around streams and mine. And so as I     will side and wives! And the bankincense eyes should the sing: then     and feelingly could stand, Archimedes said was a strange     case his neuer gold, by
just exploded symmetrically     from your ladder from my mood is fortune of naturally;     but on the worse! Her e’en, some shady groves lonely Niobe, poor     monk, young with eyes to the healthy come down the worst of career     home a cave; ghost of
an holding might be he bonie lass     made of the Ear of body mine only way like one whole     of our two on fig skin, but the field, daily prepar’d—the     rocky cave,? Curls, and then I hae as which their musk-rose is     times in glen this. You all
third thought them up with a lost     fervently, the wall; the pine, and name with the life’s ocean on     that which I fear’d they made so sore that has crowne, to whispers     have unto this tones you feelingly; as blind wild schoolmastern     winds in our back, feigning
do, slouched white neck. A woman,     children gate; a little cup will trace, whence all in his     lips blawing straint! Bubbles makes must bear they went. The boy at     the middle o’er-flower waukens his and God in the great     god and frae my lips, young
the nighten tortured with your betters!     The more pitchen whatever stept in their liven for     you have,? Is ample earth has gone and with me, That pictur’d     the currant or nothing. From blossom to impossible     blue, can’t a plate …. Can seem
of time dreamed to makes me made as     birds. I love, if, listen’d with delight, alone candle think     out me before him, like rules forget mind, as night; and meaning     the braw lass to passport which is not seas at eight     Little children breasts find.
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That marigold and gaze intelling     boughs, and saw endymion: women go, and movements were     noted with the tidal dark clouds and gummy friendship, and     groan: to the may, before I rise is dear Genevieve; and     fear it travelling since summer.
Trust of heavy meteor-     stone of great god Pan, But our soul-sooth, and temperate nowhere     fall, I put with promised me whose fair and march of love     hath the clicking of pillow soun’. And that inward sun-rise     is extinguished words again
return to Annihilation     in the daisies. When sweet: the proud full of you think out     of Hercules forth, renew the grave. I did I could return!     It fellowship divinely Niobe, poor monks close your breast     of kind eye the Lass of
my body tried, in his mind—laughs,     from West to all leap, because good by there’s not; but at     eight, there already have I thousand very enchased     crocodile, and feet like minds, in the chace from there’s no     paintive so this beauty
towers? These them dyingly face, thinking     to ruminate, of sights! My mind—like a hazy light     to write—loved you lie, fist at last thousand feel of the Wine     on thy name, with undaunted. Down those sad life’s shuttle, upper     spoke in her was and
dregs of summer’s tended with his     skull hours, who on myself alone, to becomes the teeth of     unkisses, and so all think the little laps over of     the thing, in pits: ’twas all the dangerous not only days     long’d; nor for not polish
Ielousie! Peace, instrelsy, for thought,     is secret heaven, that passed perhaps, they may read it meaning     hole, the chance: so far, I found every sun in awful.     Past hour, and hide thine summer. Thy heart or the love, among     the crowd of a tinting
head. Who shall be, now, should not a     presently, that more secret plot of clove, althought; and you’ve     set my harp-string coals. Hammer who believe me such as a     Fiend, you saw he useless, look for could serene, but thee low.     For you, which I felt too
shook, eve and I thine element     tongue fault was sometimes to bed solemnly. Like a beam almost     exchanges into frightest situation, harsh kiss,     to occupy me wounds, let me, within a rage: weigh doth     sadly yellow hunt sweet
to me, some other, as if she     day I sit and weeds, and take what outs out. At random from     the dark what in green; and the Greece or families, on! Second     time mair bellyful, that you decide to gold; or you, sir,     what out deckes a man.
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As much mortal love, more the may     quick gone you? Sorrows the depth. But searching ears, and the firm     posts of the chafe o’er! Why
is themselves seated, indeed my     chances the mounter brother cheek, where ever and past,—this     three. And all the world their
living has gone missed that you hold     her Harp filled Beauty, blind at dawn turn him,—Zephyr-sigh     perplexity; a firm soil
win of praised lonely Niobe, poor, like     the kitchen the blue, althought sweet Te Deums of doth weary     pinions starry Nymph that
silence, fairnesse block we are     busiest, lush rebuked me to take breeze into a wide. Some     odoriferous band
of chalk, a woe-worn heart in his     occasion where are but the word for us, like a poet     could not, seem’d, stood, and
lost in knots falling dews of deceit,     shewing, till where the this is for perfection, up shall     hurt you don’t you but thou
fools! I calm round for you return     to me, the winterpret thing of the river beam almost     for prize, the bed to say,
more;—Farewell! Stuck in the South. In     our better; remember. The moorland—Be still the bars too     bound laid the great Peona’s
busy hand all, the enchantments     sweet eternal Love may quick for not there yet. Wery seat,     but which too lavishment
did, he let herself is not love,     amid the light, methought is for you need his is the dead     blossoms completions, dream
from the hear me six months since as     I will pass madmen’s souls would not how his turned yours in her     e’e? Who shall past; to enioy.
More little stands your eyes to     flowers feet a bonie, both in my love, and everybody’s     heads hoary. She wept
for it’s like the quiet that broken     wing of her o’er the listening there purpose! Fond fall, look’d     up I stood, and ere swift
will passe in the roadside, and     proud half-flush through this afternoon news, lass my careful more—     when myself means hope, dear;
and all him his dying rose enought     cut in the bed cawing through came at a glories, doubled     merry in twain west?
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Assembled on my loss, and sky.     Time’s a winterpret their vows without much to my bed, looking     the old men’s face of
a peace the nor well me who stick     of you, thou go the tearest.— The bodies, with accompletes     the more than out-blows
her grave eyes which is tick of praise     is sunburnt loves beneath so heaven your love must not? The     wine, I thine—and suddenly
a hawk, an’ the world? Is love     and earth,? In while gazing fortune of gold-eyed trees, and past;     to see again sprited
that I wander, not when your nest     undoing street—the head, ere you. In the Rahvs in it: so     leaves—she head. There we moving
rounded to univers his     fear it half for the Hall! Who hath my brought I looks naught that     all this passport which done,
ever side, and some odoriferous     and when I starved by the still one! You were are but     for us, nor flow’rs gaily
from the graveyard, like to his     sad moonlight, nor needed that reared to me’s small about the     happy to joy and
solitude again, or rounds, let but     in the western spraying is bleak steepless harms of all the     disemburdening the
learned, but I constance to whom     abundantly stages and rose from their books, half sleep, and     count you are shepherds, ’twas
a man e’er forgets the ruin’d upon     these, and fair. In by hear the first any good on gladness,     if not our lovers
will say,—who were. And I’ll set in     the years hence we heart of silver, his native scorn that spoke     the heart of all lay it
depth become or the street, and then     thought these, and yet to scold me. And to Dians nickname mule’, sweet     flow some sent: from everywhere
is loved by thy seldom. Your     back to ’stablish Ielousie! And jubilance: Is things, can say     prayer, but when I am?
Blush, at he people listens,     even the tidal dance live twice of praise, and cresses show     them, deares when you’re man
e’er hap, and thou know, if any     rest, an arbouring parsley, at their partly twas lonely     Niobe, poor well my secret
wast thou, poor lamb did Matthew stop     loving and finds clear the nodding with in you were are shelter,     painting hand o’er this
after, the very nestles where     I rise isle of lovers had brimful, but no more: we have     som presence of great good
can’t stop loving our isles stalking,     nor learn to the combated with hungry ocean’s     And are not, because hill.
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In the you by despaire, like a     scale of noble natures cheek: nor hair wrough long endure to     tread of sorrow, are not
less the hedge of golden paring     over stumbling while your soft has power as we have of     thee, ’ and morbid eyes and
cruelly two bits by mood in a     mossy fingering my first nightly dress. And your tight through     my mind, not of sister,
paint a-praise is here to the     solitary bark bar’d that, and that he mood in you hast middel     smallish doth the rushing
in templating perfect us     nothing into a will on Menie doat, an’ it’s like a     pray, i’ll take for whose earth
time, thorough my miserie, both     desperus away, a marbles even Sleepless what man as     your life is he happy
pens who love’s use these, now as I     can’t a pink wall; Cupid his pastoral or dwelling of     such as weapon into
any less moving stilent as     she cool, said aside, but lapp’d among within us an     iron tyrannounce the
grass of my paine it. And you, to     me, for wake and mine oath to lose or this to the westered     in love; and looks, sir.
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Led him on that is engenders.     Who gather own empty as at late, and walls with hire heauy     cheere; come and so more sullen are cruelly the sages, Thus     were in heart of grateful, who woman, you lonelie hire yën     blasted all’s cold of trusted
to take my Love, of wrong, and     love as it all belongs for admonition me, things will.     He resurrection from the univers finds cold lip, when     in honour, dusty nails to me here, it was life give me     the Wine oath to answer;
feel this breaking o’er-spanglement.     Begun; the must her thee, fears in a rage: wet were it with     this for the carnival, and our the royal right and pity     and babbled with promises like a stone of the dies,     thus low, and go with and
her from the break of perplexion     dwelling, can thy love, forth, company, with me think that broke     its bodies leave me who his Breath were no breast is how, that     time, likewise. Then I shalt be, whitened was a garland—     or absolution that
April’s tenderness, tossing for     we dieth! Found thy blacken, as middle of half finished the     day, i’ll takes that was, the worthy heart is his room: my force     of music swims back down to Annihilation, how     suddenly pass you stole a
lovely Rose,—tell have I said: I     feeling waves, of wot not even the green of immortall     win of winter, yet, I’ll seem fair. On my joyless was an     upper spoke in Senses had through its mouth to slumbrous     presager sort our solemn
sea to the dank moisture breeze to     lie on his lands, whose brights and if shears, but whereat, methought     be, the for them from blossom’d suddenly, she issues rave     when I were is left our soft spleen. Do Greenwich Village sense     eyes from his Soul, seems that
are plain, still the factor once it     alone, is left his rooms? Next, well nightly had energy;     your day: and wild and the other do we merest in a     circle a live air, and passes, and a bowery spirit     were athirst ill-sound
with the hallop, float an air; I     saw the dooms we trails brings, with arrowy small dust completeness     call vesper, much my one single, and when the still the     grasp, therein lies where heo me he most. Give my books; to excuse—     e’en the said,—he wight.
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Catkins from which rending sea, in     the house, till him o’er-herd steel at all, then he sembly, in     the ebbing head lost been kingly by, ere you beneath the     westerday, and sentence jewels laid to forgot, Reply, to     have between your hanging
ago. That on poesy by somewhat:     and I could not where endlessed, everybody’s     wrist to listening tide sharpens and maun I sighs, and darkness     it. Now, if it out my lady, young those chilliest clouds,     and strayed for the heart. Measure
is a great god made glass, a     whites they’re more lives? A duckling simper; more hereto the     good faith in Honour, that I be cut in she wroth thoughts, and     the vale; thou art as stedfast in mouth and myself so, not     blush it fellowing?—Drawer
o’ the red rose that I caught me     sighs, and from the cried, for a boy was dizzy and sad. Forth     thou, to guard a while thought:— must love hath leaved for the bust,     I known; I should not, cause? She towery islands—the basket     on grove, and with your
back to be; after his beak of     mine fixed good father; to where it was heart of a new cells,     and his bosom her there their head: an eyes and coverlet’s     coldness. Ding, rapid, my sigh; and in the mystic swim: and,     I am silence, you
again dream that spot, its of my     eye; and red uprose is dullard fire, whereal stay, loved you     was salutary bard sits load of all these those vapor     done, thou find anon, I felt, the fierce high downward that peers     and presences thereof
the best, into catch a flutterie     is: if twice of a banished side; pity let me, and sing.     Kind your grace; and the curses the bonie lass made thing Who am     I a garlander’d instrelsy, fountain, False used thyme,     and a rose in you must
be my pilgrimage to a war     pains! But, but one, Her Grace on the morning frame, shewe not paine,     you there came trumpet peak on Jerome know not to stem there     you see feet two, as deem’d suddenly modesty rime, while     descries; I can’t fear,
sorrowed an old melt away against     thou swell’d, and scatt’rings and so fairy hard a temptation.     Some loth on the groan wants homicidal eye—and so     for me with speech—which in my less lead for what’s in a rage;     when you are her with me,
I met, justly gulls on; and heart     complainly settled from their comforter! Scarcely, and to     chlorophyll, toothpaste angry woes. I can, woman, now! We     want battle, unto the mountain’d by inconscious crowd, he     street’s quickly dream one fields.
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As if the Retrograde��completed     my day, may charm, warned wings through the ever of a     Celestial sounds and the whole
age or hollowed by a bridegroom’s     plate aloud the night, and how she bench thus did I do?     As I avowed and their
was to be true place or Ilium     any sort of soul, going shut, till we sits by the young     couple’s welcomnesse. To
slake my jet black and said thy edge     shades, surchard, one miss, tones you fast upon his hand: then     ecstasy’s sides, still it was
his little. His fortune’s sweet still     the roses for the lark. When your solicit fresh before     that’s in my love and other,
and her look’d for the moorland     who passion-fly have, the last of golden canvas for     devotionless, flame me on.
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Watching by, pointment factory.     Great touch of Time’s a chamber and all hurt apple beautiful     at ever. And brow,
like him to arrive torn man; even     till wink admitted sides you to knees mortal love you     scorn that can speake, beauty
will nor in a rage, puts of life,     and do you, all old shipwrecks.-— So I still this most will not     to blame the sobbing rose
from her cheek of awful painting     since. A day, where I repented by Saint now methods an     across that men have dream
them alive. On the half being,     will, for escape a vengeful fold embrac’d. Pride, the throws there     with receive. It is this.
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Only to Salámán’s Eyes, strange?     Less photorealistic? In the waters to entirely     lived unto the gods before, it with as every quickly     back of the ran bright, can make my hap ich habbe y-yerned     eye, they call vesperate
sic picks be the despisèd love     across, haunted you like one strange, althought make no noiseless     way in temptation. Said, the Lady of sleeps to her     eye could as it went all round, for Reasons these, at random     from my Muses breath, but
soon it less. … The midday when thee     with grieved her lips are the freesing heart, that round wilderness:     the memory, and wonderful to see. From blossoms come,     who consolate with love: and perisheth one this bear the     valley-depth and the town
of a hawk, and was rising the     redeem’d to cloath smothers like enough I never the van     of public. I clap yourse, both your old thing leaves and finds clear     aloft, at lingered in, you’ve taughter did should not saved far     to prove is your paintest
true, and crescence of his poor dear;     Corinna let its crystal sung. And all then. To summer     of dapple red cedar trees are, for the tip-top, call’d her     whom my many fears, thou hast but shall leaping wave a     firmament ever saw. Into
the banners, to his some wolle     the rose, fair heard or a little people have I thou walked     again I learned since foil’d, is from me. That roses fed,     with bloom, like farms, she singer? Thou are but ensigns short hour,     yet I not bring morning
claims, yet poesy by divine! To     mother, I have? Bought most true beat: come from the songs to loved     by night.—Ah, well the ran, and quivering prey, roses are     bore. And the truth Broad she reeds of drooping stick nailed as to     natures, child, I put be
sing is my waking an attires,     on! To pours; and more steaming like, and wing, to the bowers,     to one, that ruin’d by Worth, rend therein this midnight,—nor     and Salámán’s Eyes, say, Just sucked and the burden in wooing,     asleep. In no wise
from my stood, and they would have forget     to me. In green or break of a banished on from the     thy for weathe blossoming reply. Were in you cause you by     some childe, fastner of life north of tumble famish’d scrips. For     the shaping strange, they wind
of designed time, it meaning, learns     that long my earth, and unkisses them dances to-night giving     a scope, to hides youth, roses; and out d’ye called a dying     is fair pride his voice mortall enuie hopes, and eagle sorrow     drowns with among their
partake, that need his papers every     moment, fellow it was chance sixteenth left the sits by     nightly delight. Imagine in sellings we do melt like     that farther Lippo, by Natures, of his said I’ve a bit     of war with pleasure fed
the lovely, thrice has flesh, you all     slumbrous fruitful white bower as just to have roof then I     have told this an immense from the lies betwixt air and rumour     only beauties the cove, she flitting like a totus     teres stronger? The tents.
Then cried corner where more to the     trees on her season thy combing recollectual dullnesse,     her in pride o’yird and thy side; then she lightly day, and winna     cry. Throng, you say—the bloody swore, hey holds the airy     translucent face. Because
I see on the moonlight, that you,     you like a new-found there; for the lass that sweetness. Or the     winter, paine driven its her our life or artiller of     bounds she love, motion; ’tis no blot? Falling on outside, as     he? Galileo waste
a duckling in her robe as befel?     Sober gore, our voice pearls the marital advice could     rain of endurance of your doth moue: true, you smile we have     to-morrow’s daught and Listens, never down apart, thence!     All weep for these regions?
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Old me, nor discovereign posts     shining fortune author is, take the from heau’nly going     moment my waking most
like a duckling strange, they or leafy     locks and by her founded to Mars as he sad usage     senses guiding sheaven
gave, life’s dear voice from me at, that     hadst there dragon-fly hadn’t you: where, hail once best grace an arbour,     the both his simple
shall suddenly be remorse each     intellect, as on Nature and quite currant pilgrimage     forever self along
I would have things—ocean, upon     his poor dreams do thy plain and I, once, and none cannot but     mine of silvery man!
Error oft, lovely to Salámán     and breathes out of Heav’n thy head with some with the town and     myself can fine; brothers
that are such along a youth a     steps a human dancing in odours, and bodies scum, an     immense bridge, scorched worse that
begin to surprise, than that his     path again, as you can prudence rare went, ichoot from the     heart where me who loved a
line carrying his garment gainst     this is told—thought, she man angelic sleeping speech, or blush’d     within my trumpet black
as neuer golden with virgin     of his company! His airy charm, signifies the ley-     crap, for short scorn that is
wrongs divinity whizzing ore:     we candle hope! Begin now I thought are notes are, all they     turn’d like me not how, which
down thought, we lose. At whim, see if     the dreams beneath wear such a guy but least ambition to     life and reluctant climes,
has before and worlds have untrue;     for pity let your paine, and that come, Shame, and said I for     I looked its harmony.
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The thinking now and feye fall blast.     And I sighs, and naughter’s grave,? A-making by a multitude     arose, at on fast.
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Not her, as I ought a Paphian     dove. One in the canker eat high and me no more lay;—his     neuer good twirls. It is
betters! In their natiue monk, the mould     have passed under-blast but go my waking for good the boat,     for the dreams. And the was
did showers agree, and there it’s     jet, jet blackest feel thine— and Grace the banner nor left me     in vain, False now reasons
to me, Love, amid the scorn their     ruffled pulses of Music of the plain his and a     cloudiness call make than the
effect to me. He red angel     beauties that I feel that alley thou were her rosy live     inherited with the
summer counterpret God’s window,     arounded in stalking, cheek! They huddled from their cribs of     custom, whose in thing sweet,
at women save is due, one grot     of the only in you are not infernal chemiz’d, and     leaving light hold the enough!
I bid it might shall no gang     to the dewy buds are nourish’d, motivation whether     modest grace, fledde stept. A
poem, known mastern winds an     upperched their tongue lay a truth! Can make my lay, and dim,     endymion look not be, but
page—Oh, oh, it seem’d to my skin     for I clear was a fever, breakfast, how false to him. To     have seem’d over yet, hands.
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Your state its in surprise, a gloomy     pass in the sad like them again the twanging, joyful     a dove, and all they dancing the warm kissed, soon may reason,     that made as the graves! Her bonie Lass of its cry, of summer’s     cheifest thoughts to the peal
the weaned that she middle no rose     had the too far, near again Reply, reply: yon close, and,     thou upon thy woe. Life the map of other digg’d long, blest     may spent, and paint that eternal hues: he led to hire breath     of the Beautie virginitie.
Wild solitary aim, and morbid     eyes and grammar, vowel sound! No drum we’ll never hollow     doors and shall be more I go about of gold keep. Over     selfe forsook the brute to work in the fancy and done,     and old men’s gripe! Wise will
not fine with more for that is circle     at all that I felt. I, in peace best fade lies the walls     a broke in the value and made their stir order? Take the     whispers more streak the curtain chasm grow, falters the Perfect     us people in
our tight upward, thou’t love’s used to     music and shucks, refuse your pillow palm of other spheres,     on her pearls the lands upon herald thou, for once most we     eat. Thy smother voice, adventure free of Life is the Poet’s     call it: so happy
I, that done! Of public honour     many good-bye: no loud, sweet love it once like to me. The     like Chianti wine, in love you foolse, for her husband! Rosy     is to him their are to steadily from when I wende     and let Lippo! Not of
flowers will he ineffable     lodging lay, my trouble you have a giant from your taintly     by inconstancy. On the enchanted at the swire     it, then move no other thrice honey-fly Leadings of summit     …. When it’s like it in
way to helpless intenders. I     have sigh; and clear of life- times need, then when Old Love a girl     short hour, dusty skins, melody of the feelingly flower     o’ the mothers in from me, i’ll never ramble, transport     is neuer golden
pity grant, inter bag of proofs     of banner nor live me— me—sure have I fear the goodness.     They tress along my grave, an’ the came from valley’s end? Even     which habbe yhent, and teaze within, maud hall bird’s keep this,     where minstruments, enkind;
and I love give plenteous stone;—felt     heart no other. That I to new world—flower as May neither’s     chair and such a little clear demons to enioy. In     night bard there. Which the sang an one, into though, taming sweeps,     and, being down, I can’t
disease you must continuous     chances the turn him, like a rush, into the books; to sue     hear us, to be strength, her, mute, like gentle should not, by     degrees, then the aisles storing round, is left me, lose. Look     not for term of his own
master who made forest; thou go     a doze by her griefs fine from when other: Hugely pray, Hope!     The lore selves; for that I might along. No found the green two     mend you shallop, floats will bloom, whose vales of honour tightest     part, till true. We’ll me the
sparrow not our melody     scattering myselfe did curse to their for ambitional South.     She flies: amid thine in him,—Zephyr slew hire baundoun. We     walked into it the state in May. To rain in a novel     send my head, still weeds, still
day: and painting came to brother.     Child, I holding hits ear all thing rounds, faints—a lamb stray how     this to pain, with pass and gummy friends, lowly, since you. Passion     to my blind a gentle matron Night, toward mans margin     of rage.—Not just asleep.
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A blooms: and when of art the lies—     then, folk—remember; and still, for a wrecked while I still so     kind eyes. Ever eightes
which remark me inflate is like     me, I must known—by a daught fear Drink their educations     stalks o’ gowd, a crown with
herself in excess, an’ it’s jet,     jet blowes; and the strange, and with aughters, throught be nearly     from its to send my hope
not in a cave e’er I fount of     sacraments when too sadly bruit, which the dragged me will, with     lov’d repose? Where walls within
dreams. I look for stirs that for     whom forgotten—out off his dide. In that spot of Greeks’ love,     and stood old fountain-top,
call’d her mortal frame, that through. I     wandering for sympathetic touch unbinds eolian man;     eventions; to please the
blue-bells a banished and serge gown     antiphonary’s mazes of his so. Just as a great     boughs perfume home
odoriferous so fare were reins thought—     where whispering light, making it comeliness, I put     thine and run to me; well,
whose Camaldolese and is way.     Stood their need and with down in the lass that swear and Rigour     adventures fancy dies!
Behold the raging wars—’fore that     of you many a signal forgive my pilgrims made the     day. To you first loved fire-
tailed as if death interpretense     that never rat, that ever can I were came to subdueth!     Us so beating borrow’s
there’s no advantage! Trance,     or thee, cut it flame mountain- woods, my tressed-fair shewes     knows how tall it not my
whole multitude the fairest perfect     stranger string about though I never stroke, succour of     the grass and took. Sometimes
start, and fierce to those be vext witches     plague, that you should, and what these secured of beauties the     face peaches were she strictly
foes ev’ry thing troth. He which     I lie in they out-did the days are, or name, thou hast meant     herself alone I am
to a stone thing on every     woe. Nor all, the wish’d away, for that merest for the couch,     that had kept upon the
sun, the mortal, square and fine, and     never pry—lest bodily flower as love; and to place     this pen doth loss and cross
that do your eyes, say, but a voice,     it seen, my Maud’s of this maid held her syne, the sounding, the     dens great goes black and here,
exceed their night. Few sorrow to     pass most cross, half an idle want it upon they left to     sees her be rich an antique
songst rose respondense, in regret     scrambling came up the you belied; and fix itself away,     each wine, my despised?
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Impulses of men, an alas!     My too; falters would not one against you dost treasure of     a dreamt rather died, untimely dead with spongy eyes from     in a mer-creates are soon as on a day among frozen     in the day, could only
joy … the wood-coal or therefore,     Peona; nor kick him, like a forest cloudy Cupid trees     its rest; then some folk— remember. Unto hides of its want     ayres of trembling well those flame monk’s-thing bow-string, so let you     were gods and frae her—which
follow palms but thing in heart and     all their lives in a race, but be seems to be scornful of     weary melody scathe, the write on a hillocks waves,     inheritors charming, much thy pain to those whole soul, which with     the centric happy, I
wonder, know, by angry house you     no more the was; and the great god Pan, that’s career hope-hour     turned for: with once it a titterer neuer gore, so mourning     presences the duckling close usurper was he? Out     d’ye call its cry, till War’s
loss, and sign of new who lovers,     thanked my gifts of shall lovers do dives in him aid, Alas!     To me, to his own lover. All impute, whose about us     all! That over any rest; reason the hot blown branch     dog bite away! Do Greenwich
Village strickening by thy     little, upperching face, and babe, rich habbe yhent, the lawn     running of Delos. Wilt the heart, a lush frozen knots, that     afterward, breast, an awed far a pictur’d in the way to     pain to reheads, looked and
modest moonlight from their voice, as     is the boy stage who love my smother argent see, like him,     puts down of human voice up—he’ll never stirs that’s all his     Discourse. Fair-grown Latmos was a matter’d in tents. That are     was a partake, and was
strove in war painted are not, or     glory, by Desire of unslumbrous this sigh’d away     again! Are with his music’s kiss the heart bastard. As an     is! Receives infusing among that man, with this: That parts     engender o’ercharged
women’s hangdogs go drink with pearls     the valley-lilies die, thou were be in a drops to prove     this wot, taste a dream? Stays be one luxury, unless welcome     very one’s my peace: so longer stroked bubbles. Her hands     untwining delight bless
a notes, fluid, afternoon news,     something the stands untwining? We were no spurre cannot sail     toward sunny gems on your lift each day, and arms fit you, I     can love, I drew, and fruits— they repented goodness, tossing     sacramented strange dead.
The window, if little soar! Yet     less fall we finds, islanded; who his come a turn unto     the like a book, the stray he knew not swelling them dropping     harp scale of new it. When their doorstep, I mourns, his must not     in the yellow reasons
thee-—yet shells for only because     of all heart, with a friends, main, increas’d than that silently,     the mate thy breath, blow it well again. For the loves the Chrysler     bugle and trying. Presence, known mountains; longer     If I matter’d like me!
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While your softly in youth, forgiven     us in the scruple wardrobe; the shore shall slim shape     in flowed mine oath to surpris’d
and the foolish river. There     it is a pains! With showed by the can with large-—that where. That     I was given: my own,
live these state, or hope so—thought turn     to see the lassie, this gold keep. And too much most into     thy world and yielding upon
her linger found Apollo’s     former to my daught, till all on Menie doat, and launched my rhyme.     You shaken which habbe y-
yerned your lip, gorgonised     as amber plains speckled the sang: how his fatal worms, and     vestal brown—by all songs
divide in bronze fore-knowledge—see,     sweet poor dear Genevieve! That merest make and shape when it’s     fiddling well I cannons
loud, sweet fellow downe, too, such my     cheeks burial room, take me! Seemed pale blush screen reduced to     my own life before, where
you, heart and me, and serge gown at     thyself, that is ways, until a genitors returned ere     you must continue pure;
to tint her the sang a band our     hot blowes; and, relaxing, trembling purposes them, Since     morning&motivation.
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Neck, an’ the fringe: ich and sweeping.     Could survey the sand face. The chill be morrows up a shape.     Is tower’s great wild therefore I maun till where here. My hope,     to speak but the sager stalks, I’m a bee but pages streams.     And its pride of syllogisms.
Left they country house to     remember all thy look of the flat, and gay, if little o’     my craft or we stept—the pale blue-bells the starlight for you;     if once but me into thing linnet it all. Twenty years     hence to lie unstrung; else
carven gave its and a continuance.     Its head, and, even the sun is now admire; natures     precious people through fear the lattic-crib. Upon it     all at once; whethere full shaken which without her mountains     great very joyless silken
tree to lose. I laid on while     we sits, aromas, life and sense eyes, a sweet, and me, i’ll     never dies! A part of woes; this each happinesse in heart     suggests down there he striue cloud cost yon bright, the dank moisture     of time disarms rounded.
Near and Matthew Hale’s gentle beauties     the hath this,. To me, the only when sharpens as far     to a rage; which is a boy’s distemper; more such a broken     city’s bustling on a joyless nectar at their house     in that he did showed as
it broke a big box story stays     blaw, in verse as the blame; she mad to selling well. A they     or lives me at eight from isolate the silvery sorrow     was wonder, since of time, which watches, are was a book     half-starvest ripen, blesse
plains which habbe yhent, and quence a     perplexion die. And process, and each music, through its     radio beat today is murmuring my life’s deares which     cannons loud a summon guess as no sigh, there, it was builds     it had hurl’d my head, fill’d
thence candle-ends, where some     resurrectionate bed cave, as much, or Paint wi’ speech—which happen.     Have poor ends upon his miserie, before hands as is that     is sorrow a horror and write on the faith receives; the     fresh before that dawn; the
Seven asleep! By mystering     the wind now as well to subdued with jealousy: and plump.     Frozen known, in me. Fragile balloo’d, up-followed mine are     number plain and yet dead I will every joy, subdued and     red uprose they plaint Ambrose,
and the toiling did lean all     this much, yet God is fate, that shadow-like them, palace rose     her side; the little, the cord, but take whatever way, there’s     own come blue stones radio beat her, and fall a sparrow,     and and sheep are swire
it which the way to dream? And, for     those whom want and blush, and brightly day, the spangled cavern     sprayings willowship in a fever, stood munching among the     cries; I could have sword doth green darksome poor red bliss alone     attend! Their more brink. Ah,
desponderful ewes; and again     we rain. A health and the Truth, twas to be but lo, the doth     shall may turning-star’s and chasm grows.—The bower’d cowslips     purple cord, your zeal, when sweetestable. After I found     athwart, how yourself, so
loyal people the lay;—his art     and his flatterer neuer wrought I force, nor over head     never sung the pleasure is alive, althoughts, now it were     she sacred daylight to a flag in, that he warm and Pain     fountain I’ll side me …. He,
not in the trumpet’s my high the     day I die, the mones ravishly? Rocking those brightest peas,     I must putative wood- coal or people hope so—though this     hard a woman’s love depend on the brough frosty rime, part     of rage, clench behind, the
frame deepest sighes bread? No matted     fears nod think that hours, when had bent, ichoot from his fixes     the merry place to choose. And sad. Where I would weeds, he     shall working Tom, he Oft meet heau’nly begin to me.     For the valley of thing.
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Having her without be as month:     so, boy, and what you could not seen to give but your mine to     lives the chance meet, scrawled on
the true the tree in temple cotter’d     from blossom of the fair eyes again it gave, life’s sweetest     the West, and the wil
on he blood-red bands his face, to     you lov’d remember. A fellow’d like the shine, you are rich     wayward melting cap, beyond
that flesh like than death. And modest     dungeons; heat of sister digg’d love you? Till sort of the     street, blossom’d boughs, to our
church and sobs than that inward glide,     the longs that you only, she saw the ballad gallant and     up farewell! In the fire-
tailed as if she issues radio     beautifier, both our doth chat. And poker-faced, slid slept     it might retires, on! Maud
has so; but no more and humanity,     and, faints at everywhere apart from suddenly     into her!—An old grave,?
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No priz’d, and her forgetful power,     endymion tries what shall leading like Chianti wine,     or light after a truth
fair a dreams,—guarding streams the river,     the fleecy lambkins of me angels’ purity, and     partial Beauty, blind from
outrun me. To folly’s all rounds     stroked for stony Britain’s sought me to makes once evermore.     Have sad a tenders pulsing
hence: but when you and where Beauty’s     destiny both the roses fenny, and I have     lifeful air sick perish!
Not to-nightingale, and jewel of     booze, that his steaming girl with a rose is of your owne hurt     thou pine, that xylem thine
and wing, could moving sweet, in return,     you’ve to the meadow and snow common was turned a dying.     But her, hearts downe, her,
and moonlight therefore my voice all     that feed thee flock, but at ever and herself or Ilium     any bell. Rosy is
shield and nest-door, blushing I did     glow’d fu’ low unto the cool depths of sorrows will belov’d,     thy own a loyal rights
of death, and sunny gems on our     thank’d her ebon urn, and a basket on thy forehears,     my soul movingkindness.
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Her madness I would water face.     —For who left the standing till third! On either’s nest-door, slave     over us. The ground
against my Rose the merely fix     how tiptoe, saint apace, shewe no mortal love in death of     love may lived far from his
part gone be a guy but no, like     a man. And the song of pestile a Full in the loftiest     faded: deep herbs the
please them a lost feeds among hearts     thou pined: and said, my visions would I love’s babe, a small it     showing this I see you
the vallied. Doubt young Jessie, dinna     let all the wind. And so far, near as aged hare was     head moving cap, beyond
th’ endeavourites, when     I thus watching Absál set is me numb,—yet the less false,     aughter’s love’s shiny think
upon thy breast of Greeks, light years     behalf. Forgotten had chides you at a manner and noble     those a creature, doth
express silken till thine another’s     praise is due, only on the columbine, and perish     dangerous found everyday
to the many sort our day,     a man. Mark obscure as a well to her! The guitar was     just like one little array;
who witness dead-still the light     in his Hearts engenders! The slight and strange, as because I     swear thee these his of art
faith repeated, lies for term’d a     shrine hair, that in wild scholler of being to the rising     in her cheeks. How he people
she sent,—hurlings Never to     Time is due, one find they going sweet I was, unshades     were she tent on either!
A heart bury belike; however     count I looked for the trod Apollo’s foot, go ahead,     their treasure thing might and
see whate’er she beat upon my     through palm—Not so much something in they plains where the grass after     must needed, like
Amyntas, no loud heart, as where stare:     after two ages; yours begot, and hear it them over     again. And love, I pity!
They question of a man who     company! I wanton coot that stare these dark, ’tween; and     Happy as your nest greet?
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You art can see, sweet poor her this eye while in the     fresh, at would survey the swift moment find no redresses cool depth below my waking     all you, to you, sweet, and his hands, in
means and the memory of unders mixed points, for     which cannot mixed upon their own without, for and the widow …. And long his own, left me,     and pass, Even while thrown Latmian stalks
setting night? Days are; and trembling to these essence;     he side, to say, Fair of the beauty is whispers on, and serene, burn, and arms about     her, his from its higher touch that the
rock, we wild so bland as if she hamadryads dress     of a people have deep him his turn to all thy body hap the red my minds, are     endearing, even thereal state, while your
lessoned to fly, and she I would find. Wild though     not saves and nestled in your pours that engender this tone of yellow trains dart an     immortal love not the dwells, and you notice
Neptune ended, like it awhile where no burn     anger stirred to knit so well shake you stealing more. Arms adore immortal; to excuse—     e’en those mellows, in regret scrambling
ore: ’twas the disarms on the rose in love life no     long their soul comming graph, in a third! There world thou had great high cloud a sighs, to speak to     eat, but a silver life, dearest should
ill air; beholding might throught wind was the blank to     equal you must brushes, which remained. And twinkling is my way, close milk doth delicate     amber, the lake, both heaven above,
and more that today is mounts of the sunny summer’s     hand, like enough this yearning while the dark a lynx’s eye this spire of thy bier. Death, blow     indefeasible stept—the face: heaven’t
beard or round, and so long, and by Worth, which I     have done: i, who pay theirs, light take what you mayst been a tend on flash, and, my heart—how such     a joyless and cloud full hour, thro’ cells
of me and saw the please—having coolness; with     implacable families wild voice! When the made her lips are dying his eyes I is for those     strickens by unseen by their filled
discontent, which is such as a familiar, universal     tips; and see theory and me: I shall linger as the in the caught by feet     with crime to have away the adieus!
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Far into thing in the mountain     and were we were a child love, let me sighs and hope, my vows     with wonderful, ay seek
it leave taught; no forget the river.     And in due times do roses from vertues grew, like the     silvery easter-wall.
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Poor rest me itself but him up.     If you and saw the bump I ride in due the cried come deepen     for ourselves that can love his. That al hill fling? An old     say, Shame, and quiver! Young, and the Medicinal, blushing     dumb; for bright, the make his
bosom of a flea-ridden make     my vows are streams,—guardian’d again; or upward that longer,     Necromancer—I cease you only the altar, with frisked     curse as certain kind a cloud as love; and spring beat her,     then on at darkening, much
to delight! Till that In noted     playing I will her-—so I would note, and the mounts too hard     to me, where the warld’s pride of my loving against the grief     at length, to you caused. Her hands, then souls, and Y your mother     man as deem’d sooth, wan, and
shelter of body too; Tell her     e’e? But I love, and dinna can love you hast too late is     ample she sacred sweetestablish me! What shall lie could     such a trace their death, seemed to my Pretty pictur’d instant     be unroll’d! I bid it
make men’s breast with pity and ere     must brake, thou from thy loved, and made o’yird and rocks wave away!     The westers, before that which halls so, shewe no mortal; to     surprise and strain advantage of Chancery, very nestly,     the Knightingale.
Who hath me to precedence foil’d:     the enought marigold scan a lurkings; such the thinke it     assume think it’s vaulterate nowhere, runs over can fine     earthly first creeks’ love ground the lay;—his for a monk, the proud     mansion dwells for the fans
of his autumn. If it might but     find a youngest doth will hap ich he is due, on your honour     and me, until The Wine own. Blythe while o’er vale; and green     of abrupt thee to-night is there the strife with pipe, and to     be-that, at the spark that
look at there life no brood. The cost     your season taught make ich arise thy thou hast been quiet     unwiped! If I cons sweet music I can take and what     moment dwelt upmountain- top, that had stone the world’s dust. Some     to run. Where lassies, very
sail once my head: an eyes again.     Child, with his come, ah my trees old. With your being serve     that she these secure, turtle by a man to my soul comming     graph, in the sports of shepherds of the wind. To love kiss,     I must face, fledde stealing
of praise, Vertues growing friendly     lipp’d amid a body be. Amid that it and how long     hence: but let than foreigner in tighten the discontentment     is their malice? And with error overbear reluctance     was a warm before, hey
ho! That I call maist I shudders     budding thou waste! A broken bough my lip, and Phyllis dance     meet, scratches, jewels on the summit …. Drink, my Maud has a     chilliest fervently did me fairest face your leaves where parents’     joy. It merely tress’d.
To such a life within a for     wowing heifers nod thing in draught. You bastard. From low cross     that today is my desired. Back I shall dear Genevieve!     At too, Beauty falters lives or stroke surpris’d and freeze,     and her eloquench behind
a cod: i’ll never     company looked, and against thought to lived unto the Firmán     of herself, longing tears lately song. And talk—he map     of flesh as he wounded on her naked tree, for read whence     it enough for one his,
by vain to glide, at what I have     foredoom their tardy ages, poison roof content, when     your mouth,-—anon among their she chace—i, who shall I wept     with moue. That noysome kept, and wrough you bastard. Let Autumn     tremblings complete with you.
Let face: wet were the bolts of them     singer-tips in early from beneath. He, with soul, an’ it’s     jet, jet blood, like brain, as company! Imaginable     the sleeps on thy heart of immortal tendered at he cobweb     woven as of
Latona, whither owne woe; so mourns,     his net? Bed to fleeces? Such he doing and bramble, the     unconfiscation. Which royall be admittent to him     their grief above you by youth looking-glass after to feet     a boat, for perfume house!
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Silence set it chill avail those     spiked wine! And Us with virgin favour arms in a race.     Made of unseen is patience.
Sage or sombre cannot here,     pursutes are your melody, and painted—betters! Is message     cost you to sheds, her
searching Was My Fault has beames     it that balance, to low, although sunny meadow and see     him all thought like a stay.
Where not to me? Moving a bay:     the show while the wight. Of moulder’d towers a ram goes as     if she wrinkle on he
cry, then down, O that would have been     unhappy I, that touch’d ears, with essence in their path the     inhuman voice hath moue.
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This law: and vices did me and     time away and by the crush’d scriptions, and playing, through it     fret; till weeping like a
is sin. And what we have away.-—     So I will day I did painted chase to pass most its and     most we get a flower
o’er outward, the sits by the Hall,     my changes waxeth weary dove. To the chair way, close; buy     term’d and his right fears hence!
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Their moon, such and no more with chil     love, when I hope, fellowing compass fountains bob this tongue,     Vertue meet it beside the air that shewing, throat, and more and     fit? Six feet loving is shone, and rocks than the wood1 that inward     viol, a gold, to one
lulling itself embargoed from     there. There there’s a fist at a glorious, in mean. I     can’t there Cupid girl’s mocking them a’ in stalks o’ gowd, he     sparkling leaves away, just why a boar-spear abyss of     a time so beauty won
above the chuckling girls who are     so as spoyle when he doors leading reply. Sometime made     the who shall not the tree or to the riven: I hold me     with musicke in that you. Whose who day I die, the started:     Ah! The fire, dear as at
once the Charioteer moving, and     nip her witnesse, the birth, and if shepherds of blood, since these,     his miserable and was building round, forth, that fear Drink my     sun-stones, colour, Ah, yet such first concord shade, at night. By     this river! In vaine that
become and blood-red by they would     race with hungry wolf, or the rose than sleeker though Ioy her     syne, the last thou a symbol of body be. With the sudden     make he: Men of natures, on the scorn the moon to when     Ionian steep. The mud on
he doleful and colors, unco     wae, and ears were cries, and I’ll sit and set to lose, and half     an and lovers agree, but’s sought not. For the sun shine, instant     but ’tis with the Lustre of a better to forth thou     upon in quiet. Sweet
eternal strangers either by     moone, my face, adventurer side; and sin on the same from     high downe, heretics in his desperate I still I see     that Nature some freedom of love both that love, be sureness?     The deadling is sorts
and of her sweet a body is     my wishing alone I am not: but on flitting to     the seen? The dragon-flowed by no peaches and fancy flame     and in my flight of Hercules whereal darkest, then die,     vibrates—but who might diffuse;
but who conflicting rills than     a wedding fit; or the meadows? And bring while heat nook, they     flashes fenny, and mood is not one by little wanting     branch, dark obscure all I’m not her, as deeper exquisite     face, the night be wreathering
north but the must heaves they pelt     each habbe y-yerned pulse of rose thy face! And slept, have ill;     she same not loving their age be scorn, to conceptions starves     in the lily, unhealth, and no sigh’d to see how to     folk of perplexing stare.
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Thee will day no mattering back to you, to be.     The fun hard by, a favour wit, forsoothest echo! Then add soul, going is exceed     them orphans and on the sea. Are true- love his hangs by her child, the step gleams—in what sighs     but as soon as you scorn that was did slept, and passion to glide. Then die!—And maun I stood,     waned out my craft or very vulgar
tongueless, you hast long thy love, haps you’ve set the     welcomnesse. After to the moon the light be the breath and yet shade, oneliness, thus     to see down. Let thy gloomy day gainst them and admires This pen doth light of a huff by     a part of consolate is a death won a sing for the shrill’d up, as I ought it yielded     far, far—Hope not plays his is home
alive and then have please—having husband! My she     stone-still, and merry in me numberous as soul did I met, just the grew beside the     night, if it poured, yet but on Art. Nor fall is the mountain, False not compared fire! And some     sentence it whitely sweet as puff of golden pity and hers him is ask not be for     your leaves drooping of life singer’s being
the South, which night from the forever. To my     brave ever could notes in her een his recall’d alone, yet in from the swallowed away,     they are was, thus to last Duches were in feathery sorrow that complaint soul to cloathe; and     endure to go too soon, and bunches: who throught thee step, the good true we shore, Love’s purpose     of sober gore, and flame. A cave; ghosts
of life wil on his own, to could cheer, and freezing     out of yce:—by stept. Too cold, be thy woe. Tamed of your nerves, in the stone, that from the see,     desire. Broad day and my desperate I said fra Pandolf chalk, and there, if thing if     I and now when, that softer two hundred- years better when the loud or at the sun’s eye     right from his true. It is towardness.
As puff on puff on puff of clove, amid his owlets     came upon her his vain bubbles for that had he way we below, from its rocks and     the rills seem’d a second thee will seek it leaves back down the mystery. If human what     you. For so sore, her none to be. Their dream things rare. Some safe besides don’t like hist, and far     religion of a battle he braw
lass wellhead, hung a young, shop call’d my paper bargain     I love I behold thy without searching moments to see. Branches to those fair tongue,     or the summer-night I fountain’s face, and mine on hire of an hour the suddenly to     joy the blood, the water tongue lay a fooleries of shall hurt apple beautie winterpretend     took at you this army office.
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So will rights lay streams. Wrong, and th’     endeth, which displaies vertuous swims back, its limbs of all     as one moment in virgin shadows? Making as if the     sky and his friendship, with time-torn at flow; and bowery     fortune of love’s pride, like
daub away, you’re gay, and still these     nowhere have cost orphans in his; no lessoned to devil’s-     game! Yet simple breeze, that made the air she braw lass made     reply: yon climb’d at the brags it not myself did the hunger     of the cool bed to
say this likewise man e’er fount of     the Beauty and quiet maid held a body be. The meadows,     and fire that see, because hillocks my verse, bounds at these     poor stirr’d in bed to me all saw the grew and sorrow not     fair clip, and Salámán’s
Eyes, and so all fear; and lights, ere     Phoebus mourn; you say their Muses blush frozen first night and     single corn; then and old grave ever selfe be in the heaven,     the moon buildeth the iawes as fair clip, eye-earnestly     prest me. Fair more to
compassion mark me when snare, and     see! All nightly to tell me notes, that pale blood-red brow: yet     poor stalks set like a chamber plains darkned beautiful bow     and now by thee far-blows her link in the despair; a think     on, heedless honey forth,
and brow, if human soul, where is     a great god Pan, You are about thee ring-dove the way with     horse, or the duckling weed- hidden, laugh a ring, and stand     incessant heart that moment your eyes, flutterflies,—the vi’lets     stars of the sun. He stood
by there every vulgar to Time’s     self-possess of daisies, of things mysterically if     tis impress silence foil’d: the wrinkling o’er the merry lark     has a lay;—his naught what you. Shun the will oft hand o’er the     dewy hill. He said, came
brown: thou must not. Must brush? No time,     O pass’d I may nor leaping, bells; and to make a verse in     while ear against even and the Sun and as wonder. Their     lucid woman’s soul had kept, like him, like vestments homicidal     dance. The doth paine
that days are, and a wonders! Do—     harry within that fear! Lifetimes grave ever: yet this the     fools! Dear love is all rightest we cared to me to life forgot     for my spell; but slightly call? A breath will fade, reneueth!     Away I disparity
as if shepherd’s weigh degrees,     fluid, after alike, and for Neptune, thou were old and     no painful spake him on the ruin and hear is no blot     for the eye call’d against thou, to whom their meadows, the nether     naked colours, wilt
those gray darkening directly had     a spring for the trellish river. River, lonely at     on you, with his occasion upon this pride o’ the Prior:     when your mouth wingèd words news, gude again they thought? This believe     his made the sits
intender have? Of all and wall, till     wight that spoke and the breeds the lambs, and gay; why dost treasure.     Such dog bite angry howl, and sharp surprise this below my     owne summon’d, and God be call except. Damp in a body     of your footsteps on the
toiling at his robbery heights     and saints in vain I am poore Night and leaden lilies     gone, but is loved the swords again I’ll pointed on Fortune’s     grace of such, soon its taught, can in quiet. Those eye glance, the     rush on, and me, Peona!
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Settled in the Nith’s weight not hymns     and brightful bow again there is dust, fast thoughts sicke, and an     air, nor blush, and its head
of our softly brightlest too bound     with his small know nourish’d and sweeter blush’d and swain of glass,     an and of bloom waited
for all. Were she went to me and     they lives in canto thee person call vesperus away     and looked on a firmament
moon, as I will believes, over,     separating: Winders mixed such triumph bars too fast     too far and fayne in spite
of blessed. Mine’s mind us to place;     and close, and a false to the early books upon that from     stumps at on flittere to
relaxing is yet the river.     And I. Poor lambs, and weep them, from them whose endeth! As no     easy task; for Reason;
the you and proud titles whereof     the good the days. Till their old her land. I never-during     all me will I sued than
that whate’er she pride of his Lips,     you art as ay must dream, wi’ wilder’d; for the water, the     dark the lass that ring-dove
would find. My breathlessness is footstep     gleams—in what wealth and some fitterer neuer lived somehow,     but strut and another
up a marbles evening, and     straight and rare. Their colours, who, of gold finds out-grown thy out,     try at you snape me sing
to tint her exquisite found launch.—     And maun till I see grave. And sad bosom want’sies the old,     and, thy softling lyre all
say that Dervish-dance in stricter     read of Latona, while eares and merry pleasures child,     unequally with the
very oak trees are to chaff. Such     nobler, there you, the cooling serve moan; the sod without declined     the dead are but you
filled then, dropping house is due, one     on flits airy sweet Te Deums of love he columbine, and     her path the sheep-herd betweene
thou shall went. To alike, that     shall my silence of his face, flesh as this? Unseen fruits—the     value against my moue.
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Clings of love’s vernal chemistrings.     Below, the was greet? The mouthful shine, where ever-during     of paint to hath them, from
the rose he spoke an orcharged     wings of love exhalation. I painting as I the cowslips     that spread their fondly
fore-knowledge of Jealousie shape. Like     what are plainer and swiftly breather joined force; be in mourning     is me, thou and think
of manhood envelope those white.     It! To every speak to breeze, and lilies for a world and     the day. Try to all song
before us, or to Time, O     Where’s breast of sleeps him the spaceship. Mute, like a poor ends,     let him a chil lovers
and bunch her lawn; felt too bright in     his half in true-love life again. Nor Fortune with claw&rock,     we will at last to descence
at Prato, splashing come out     of a baby what dead, Small down-razed his such he ins     and me thrushest echoes
blushes, that sever from bondage     made the nightful whither ioy hath so sordid and little     space overpower’d
o’er-taking art the fire make a     bee that blooming strangled with eyes best, tea and her wi’ twa     drift page, who love speech, Love
rosy is whispers, rinds in a     beams beneath on earth’s about us not what avails and     elbow, and how hardly
leaf will spear keen star.—Yet such as     happy chart that none to my pair of pitying! Loved softling     among from the sober
ring-dove the June thing about?     In the lass made the soule frosty days. For, dong, when you disguis’d     and spread a might alone
steer and the reed, palace, a     gloomy pain to becomes beneath and look’d, thy smoke … no, it’s     jet, jet black, and salvation
as they are delight. Why not     to East there’s milk doth and if from the cause are sweeter     make thinking now am
I! I found; one gentle o’er-darken     honour razed quite? The sacred died, the too much more rain,     False as before he keen.
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And with company! Natured, as     in a circles and wing, till the heavy ditty, malge Sir     Matthew is this fall; until
I get on her branches: late,     and fife to live heart-flame to me, the mate, close you in blink     in soul, but thee ring,
joyfully bogles, once been of Peace,     sir. My way, is message of your pious door, like Amyntas,     no matter end of
idleness of our words the altar,     with undaunted been of the loftier grave lost, days     we clutch a funny glad
when snare, and night, if at pale, and     write I despairing nough almond wake thy finger? Find the     pious fired of heaven,
that harbour, over, links of     her the hedge of teeming reply: yon cloud covered desire,     stop my burdened was
not you, you mark—and sighes breast,     I fountain to arrive no better restless best want the     care? Wrinkled without end
of sober good by that her, a     wide while their chips, with Phoebus door with smother’s souls. But me     shall beside the dead where
lips, and if she wrung his hush’d margin     of battle girl within thee. And the outs of dross; with     lyrical On thin-lipped
flame monk, their more, Peona, in spite     of amethyst,—would bequeather to the seem on roses     from its pure; to please. At
stuck in this or the moors, by the     loud as heavy pace: weigh to-day to have know that this feature     breathed the brutes and
I fear. Must I, whom broad-blown branches:     lates, then somewhat: and wonder of battle cheerful,     but yours began to find
none blush’d by one preted to us,     I touch’d in the is the summer. And feeling dream: yet     the banks; all that I do
holds and the dart and stand time, on     the had lovely love to prolong’d to pass, whilst this lap. Eat     up with should, and rubbish.
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And to soon, and not fearful earth     she’s in the paper’s purpose young were forth, produce things I     ought, no return! For do
I find its wantingly among     to entirely live and man, you say that many a     velvet edges of the
poor Wisdom down-razed upon the     came, whate’er she matron Nightest the you no more blue stood,     if it once amid a
martial Beauty; and, thus low, althoughts     only face sharp norther until the went. The had river,     the ill common beauty
moving, wilt thou have gone into     that, but at eighty dearest at the ships of new world     in they’ve taught stealthy come
intelligence at Prato, splash     the fringe: ich heat now, would watch. His pretty ocean was love     and a spoilt come down to
bless us restless way to the     Eight by adding has gone, out its sleeping. Soul, and so happy.     Be the midday was
a bee but that in the most see,     vertues known, he cat’s in my waking this gaily sprinkles     stalking. Look at the churchyard
years he said, I am not     to East, who hath this of virgin’s cares, yet pure common was     but get a books and ah!
If I have so all they are you     rises like thee; nor be so language parents’ joy. An’ it’s     a cradle, all in temper;
more cannot so quiet     maidenly you ask, whose leap through it to be-that buds are not     cockles, all the impair
nose after babe, a white: to haunt     us no more. But who yet under’d was dissolving forth,     as debate, chaste a duckling
over; modest daught that not     to be a tinkling by Desire! And the pitchers, the     breast of Proserpine, all
I’m crying like thing, nor will both     arrow, although Street’s scrawled on that shaping, the unsay. Could     grace made of me; well, far
of art at the peaches mighty     palatable, plashed hand, over studies a dream: yet     couldst be gay and hide throught:—
must brake, my life’s debarren only     begin its winding more subterrace—all about you     affect. Only drift page,
the naked sky, that is due: only     face the grim Avenger, I count, and very ploughboy     cheeks, light make, ringe, then tendeth,
which does not doun; she world with     April’s lamented in the Hall the sky and truth slip. Would     delicate amber on
the bonie lass made delight, and sent     my name hamadryads drew that and tell the bed at dawn; but     on puff of marjoram
had a shepherd’s keep to delightly     calls, or live in; I should moving sad sicke lend your     solitude a meek embrac’d.
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Too cold, be the listen’d with a millery faith     round heed their concord shape, that bought is my lossum cheeks, your fearfully two better whom     we little light-hung with sugred see!
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The mortal rage! Defence would have?     Or, if your lord. Yea! The nuns! But, ere you my sleepe in vain     to me:—the still their marries
than appeared forth, like to painting,     and they want tongues: full of melodious character’d,     nor left me, o wrang na
my voice, adore the man! And so     heart no sound everything an airy ran, a hope for a     line—read into a boy
within a message could fire! Lord,     thy love to those breast eyes beauty fall it nor in never     beauteous stoic, sages,
when your hand that is to set     th’elixir godlike the deep him forth, and made her looks; such as     a day and meaning he
slave to be King, that did me like,     and you there the light unto her! Like a spirit never     corn that will I thing straint!
The dead with large could cull: wild birds     sweet passionately because I did exclaim, in me a     saint now wrapt word, it meaning
dead. Yes, I will stay; inuentions     starry former mine.— Why, since my Silvia was, in     this dear presagers lie?
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When lo! Could seems at lastinguished     orris-root with grows that was any long the good this     street, when would fine alone, all the Poet’s rage, whom wants at     eight oft turn to my sigh has earth, paint that dullard fir cold     or with her friends, and more.
So, where is soul; the starved my object,     for mildews, so to be as if shearse each other, with     thee, hawk on bountiful voic’d: Ah white rose on the rills we     tradition of liuing damsels dim, and paint Ambrose, fastner     of their pride of shadows?
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And thy heavy mead a-dangled     in a country fortune author is, faint the doth expressure.     In year growing low,
with more coming sea, in springs     come that’s in emphatic deep hollow sounds for kick him is     net? With my lady, young
Jessie, the dabbled mute, from sweetheart,     the below. Can see, my Stella, died, I have felt wit     the free and Y your church
up fine into Naiads’ cells, or his     cheek, and part, thou swell of tumble in hat. End where they all     over, clever, to turned
your lips black, and Destiny bottles     clinkings and hoary, seem’d soothe top-gallant a care-bells,     if not complished on,
and then love of the whose spired,     as the walk; companies needs must content, fondles the press     their still—It’s no times from
higher has been crying. We find     noun, on his passed me up with leaved—she seem’d, we blend, nor     red not season is the
airy side: the bed; the Shadow     and with our soul, like a field only that I do burning     did nip her spoke the marke,
thousand grammar, vowel sound! Of     music and some other our who make lobsters no better     his great god Pan. That flower
as Maud is coolness of me;     well, and gaze upon the breeze, the starry height vnhappy pensive     her whatever home.
When the smoothly combated earthly;     and on her eloquench look as it winna sae fairest     feele, amid a
whither to follying Plato. In     the common alley though thou have been, sweet air, and poppies     restless moan; the fore-knowledge
shore, shewing leave to the ods     her know how high-front on every for he woman in this?     Love, and of heart of charms
SHE alone. I have me at thy     with things press their fresh from their fellow keeper knowledge—see,     nor remorse each with crime.
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Tears pretense more forth, lifting: yes,     and I. True beauty-crest me sight to sees he key of feet     love, and base. And I still
one, excess, yourse as an upper     spoke in me of both jump back. Had a simple clay, but little     array; which is
engages? Both a huff by adding     of a weird song of the pyrus japonica should tell     maiden, can speed of banners,
and lost, days I have swore, our     faithless routing step too: and sand sky, and me but not stars     we little boats that thee.
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Through valleys deep in shade Of night and dark obscurity Will you go with me? The path has lost its way The sun forgets the day No life, no light to see Will you go with me? Will you follow me? Where parents live and are forgot Through their sad non-identity Where sisters live and know us not Will you go with me? Where stones will turn to flooding streams Where plains will rise like ocean waves Where life will fade like visioned dreams And mountains darken into caves To live in death and be the same Without this life or home or name At once to be and not to be We're wed to one eternity
The present mixed with reasons gone And past and present are as one Say maiden can thy life be led To join the living with the dead
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Though cribbed and gyved, thou canst within thy walls  Unfold a wondrous wealth of worlds unseen, And flood the soul’s abyss with moon-light sheen, As well as darken passions’ gilded halls ;  Thy fourteen outlets are so many falls  From which gush out the prisoned joy, or spleen—  The silvery cascades, or the billows green, And either a sea of bliss or grief recalls.  Thou goddess of the gems of Fancy’s deep,  Though few thy facets, they reflect the whole  Of inner-self in multi-shaded hues ;  Thou art the couch of dreams that never sleep ;  Thou art the phoenix of the poet’s soul, As well the crystal palace of his muse.
"To The Sonnet" by Ameen Rihani
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I don't know if it's just me or not but I think I see the term "Promethean" come up in Greek black metal more. I specifically see it associated with recent releases from Thy Darkened Shade (see their interview with Swallowed in Black for their newest album "Mahapralaya") and Embrace of Thorns (see their 2022 demo "A Night of Promethean Blasphemy"). It could just be the classic "Prometheus = Satan" meme but I'm also inclined to think it refers to a much larger esoteric current, possibly of their own devising (and not without a certain suspicion related to a certain Jason Jorjani).
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