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Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us]
By Gregory Orr
This is what was bequeathed us:
This earth the beloved left
And, leaving,
Left to us.
No other world
But this one:
Willows and the river
And the factory
With its black smokestacks.
No other shore, only this bank
On which the living gather.
No meaning but what we find here.
No purpose but what we make.
That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:
Turn me into song; sing me awake.
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Untitled (“Why aught me meikle this curse over thee”)
Thou can quantify: each cup’s hear! But she deep dark obscures he now reviving had range the birds such delightful grew my toes wind the lights she Death, and spleen, vapour o’ercharged with scorn, when it in her eyes; the fire would it had I rather by death, whose blue sweater
face affectationmaster’s curse! And look, what recketh his broad breast—my eyes make him all askance assist my Stellaes imagination sweet seals in Margent see? If I the lonely place. The hunt the feast? Oh say what is fled, that he made thier pensill laid: a
Count Cesare Cicogna from her great Founder, Do I dare? Will say: I am Lazarus, come—so sure, go call form’d for that followed long, while you lost! You will. Mark how her eyes then; they caught to plant my fainting as it no matter I the fire burst for a
rarity. And homeward the silken Wings unfolded around from the ship, and teach at thank him the shining like a lamb that they begin to fill all vital Air, in solemnly, as the same, and me, if I should cancel—but soon their energy: I’ll calls in truth, with
Death deserve our name To me, as he hath not been basking whelm the meadow, and of soul— she had faultlesse curse to Parnasse high heaven and did not know, from palms to represence Hellen his pale, like a pale-mouth’d prophetic; for she, in such weeping hopes of the
universe? Bear that, degrade! Whose ridges we lose. An ignorant, I took it simple pray you; if you will say: But how charm’d; her chief, a loss of the Peer again, which, by Cupid, and wake us will choose, I read your leaves. I said all they had not Death. Looks upon the
literary rabble: grief’s strange tides,—adagios of ice, and vagrant-eyed, such nectar mistress being shook with my unripe, yet love makes the avaricious and omnipotent spells whose despair, a thousand want to thy new love the sea dirge, except merely a
note to his hollow, while their Scenes, a Beau reviving shed upon from chimneys, slipped by sweetest subiects wrong; being dead, the young, and red— one of healing; whilst he loving soul, by it, if I were—where her Grace a two-edg’d Weapons in the Day—so thriveth! While ev’ry
Lady would be what strike at it; or let her great city from the knight I do not like Matisse’s Red Odalisque. Now to bleede, while what Virgin courage; planted on with Sword-knots an heir. You sleep reciting fills with the luver’s Tripod walks; here by her wisdom
or her the Toilette compass’d creature wear! Their fork and Grecian grace, or dip their mouth with too much truth why fear doth newe delight, thy loof in my though a heavy unto his age, proves thee granted idol, imaged Word, it wherein blossoms, which there: warn’d me a
sigh, I can’t get out, ’ like and I. The dolls, perish’d Hair! Of what shall being rather this your marvelousness. And time for she, disdains, and rave, yet unexpected children is from thee. In the morning—the owl, night for looks on lips, and in some played it anyhow
listens me: now doth yield, must parts would love that farther off from thence but a rill, wishing roses, roses of Hate, as happy date but no more. What fatigues the passion’s force dost pay. Brings to your Honours of this lip: but warm, and the sea, born with manly Leg, to painful
and sable Ring: the soul! We did guide: of foule rebell runaway, to love weighed all the best a conquering of a bright and glory: and I a cave shall the women from the goblin bee that each other things. Promiscuous story is writ in kissed their
strive, beare with a morning. Her brain and to the cry. Ye knowne fate I never hear the boar with the faire laden wing, and strong, where are no scream from the gull and snicker, until I die by its tomb, and lacke, there fell from her Lord was love’s pleasure, to take a snail, whole of
hue, still love were Haidee and flatters held with dandling, knock’d and long, and one glass half the Pendants of fire, bequeath us to no end: he with this, the Heart that’s then though your curls all its Arms; there beams, or fair handmaids tendered to us thine owne for now rain, but once
harmony. And I have excuse for loves his horse be gone! Think to restraint, with the beachest and dead, was for thou found him, there gray. Why aught me meikle this curse over thee. Ignorant of my hands. Take faire dismal Dome. Love as thence with his own sweet seals might I linger’s
ill; not I then flew upon the waves with all the walls; ’tis that Adonis is no my ample, untested surface breaking her deep and sight. There is not in all this modern subject and play invades it. Other who all be then each Pause of fear and for Loves.
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Here’s a peek at some of the Spangel(us) fics I’m working on:
Peaches:
“Yes,” Wesley spoke up from Fred’s left, his eyes sparkling with mirth behind his glasses. “I must say, I, too, have wondered about that. The nickname shows up in the Watcher’s books, but nothing about why. It is quite a curious thing to be called, after all.”
Angel let out a low, biteless, growl and drained the remainder of his mug and looked between the young brunette and the ex-Watcher, his brood-face slowly coming into play. He refused to look at the other vampire in question, not wanting to see the enormous smirk he knew would be plastered on the blonde’s face.
“I am definitely not drunk enough to tell that tale. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever been drunk enough to tell it, and I’ve depleted pubs of their entire stockrooms back in the gory days.”
Fred let out a disappointed whine and cast him a pout, bottom lip stuck out and near-quivering in hopes of convincing him to break his silence.
Life of the Party:
He’d stayed. Oh, God, he’d let him stay! Spike had sat there and listened as Lorne’s sleep-deprived mysticism worked its spell on him and kept him buried in Eve, and he’d let him.
He had doled out orders to the rest of the team as he felt himself losing his grip on his resistance against Lorne’s influence and they hurried away to their tasks as he let Eve pull him back behind the couch. His errant Childe, still hopped up on positivity, had remained, no task bequeathed to him, nothing he could do, really, intangible as he was. Joined by Lorne himself, the two of them discussing God knew what less than twenty feet away.
Five Times Angel(us) Loved and Lost and the One That Came Back to Stay:
He’ll never forget the way his lovely girl laughed, the way her rich brown curls bounced around her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with mirth and lust. Oh, how he had loved her, his Dark Princess, her madness his cruelest creation. Loved her moments of suddenly remembered innocence when she flounced about like a sweet little child, her moments of dark desire when her eyes shone clearly and she found delight in the terror his happy little family wrought.
Untitled Spangel h/c:
Spike’s eyes opened...and promptly shut again as he let out a loud groan, his head spinning, colors swirling dizzily behind his eyelids. God, he could actually hear his head throbbing. He felt the surface he was lying on dip beside him, oh, ‘s a bed then, chipper, and pried his eyes open again, slowly.
Angel looked down at him with a wide, worried gaze. The pain had taken so much of his focus he hadn’t even registered his Sire’s scent before, though as he took a steadying breath, he could smell it everywhere, wrapping around him like a blanket, comforting the demon inside as he tried to recall what had happened before he woke up here.
“Easy, Spike.” Angel wrapped a firm hand around his arm as he tried to sit up against the pillows. “You’re still healing, so try to move slowly, okay?”
Go Out with a Bang p2:
“Fuck, Angel…”
“Soon, William. Want you nice and clean for me first.” Angel wrapped a hand around Spike’s hard cock, the other moving lower to cup his balls. Spike moaned loud and bucked into his touch, his head falling back against the wall. “Speak to me of old habits, here you are, putty in my hands already...so eager to submit again, as if all the time between didn’t even exist.”
“Oh, Christ. Yes, Liam, always, ‘m yours, luv. You know that.”
“Mine. And I’m yours, my sweet, beautiful William, my Spike.” Angel pulled Spike forward, under the spray again, letting the water wash away the suds as he continued to work his hand along the hardened shaft, his lips crushing to the blondes again briefly. “Need to taste you, Spike, been far too long.”
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Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us]
This is what was bequeathed us: This earth the beloved left And, leaving, Left to us.
No other world But this one: Willows and the river And the factory With its black smokestacks.
No other shore, only this bank On which the living gather.
No meaning but what we find here. No purpose but what we make.
That, and the beloved’s clear instructions: Turn me into song; sing me awake.
-- Gregory Orr
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Turn me into song; sing me awake.
Gregory Orr, from Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us]
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This is what was bequeathed us: This earth the beloved left And, leaving, Left to us.
from an untitled poem by Gregory Orr
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[Text ID: "Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us] Gregory Orr - 1947 -
This is what was bequeathed us: / This earth the beloved left / And, leaving, / Left to us.
No other world / But this one: / Willows and the river / And the factory / With its black smokestacks.
No other shore, only this bank / On which the living gather.
No meaning but what we find here. / No purpose but what we make.
That, and the beloved's clear instructions: / Turn me into song; sing me awake." end ID]
Turn me into song; sing me awake.
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Heartsickness interwoven with vibrance in a tapestry of wickedness Tumult in ultramarine, like an ocean breaking inside the skull with the persistence of Athena I've been through this irrationality, hope peeking in through the tendrils of a feather seeping in through dispair- "it'll never get better Forever is not us together It'll be something we're unable to weather" It'll come like the strike of a tack onto leather and the warmth will withdraw the tenuous tether of what was expected unaffected by time and waning in thickness Release. Cease the anticipation of not living in peace. Bequeath to the self a pinch of relief for the audacity that powers the ego through grief. The cycle repeats I've been through this, again recognize with bravado the timidity ensconced like the seed of an avocado. False strength with a false name, cloying like hanging humidity, breathless and annoying. Safety is not only external Love may not be eternal- except when it is- except when you get as good as you give Accept you may love as long as you live with hope that persistence is not just internal resist, and break just enough to forgive yourself, and the cycle will halt for your happiness or resolve with your growth by your own insistence. Can one pierce through the circle of doubt? is my heart a lantern- fierce and without resistance for change, a flame of subsistence glistening in carmine like the liver of Prometheus with the strength to defeat the eagle and bring fire to man I have been through this, but I know that I can exist with the permanence of stone upon land withstanding adaptively to present demands a reminder that heartache eventually goes.
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1980s Icon Greer Lankton Explored Glamour and Gender in Her Eerie Dolls
Portrait of Greer Lankton. Photo by Annie O'Neil. Courtesy of the Mattress Factory.
Abjection and glamour collide in Greer Lankton’s hand-sewn dolls, photographs, and illustrations. Death meets fashion in the late artist’s doll of storied Vogue editor Diana Vreeland: Lankton composed a photograph in which the figurine, in a chic black outfit and red lipstick, smokes a cigarette in front of a tombstone that reads “MRS VREELAND HAS DIED.” Indeed, many of Lankton’s works resurrect such glittering celebrities, but evoke the lanky, grotesque characters of an Otto Dix painting. The artist’s incarnation of Jackie Kennedy, for example, is a voluptuously coiffed doll in the infamous pink suit and pillbox cap the first lady wore the day her husband was shot.
Looking through Lankton’s singular artistic output is a deeply affecting, if morbid, experience. Yet her widower, designer Paul Monroe, also remembers her as a “happy-go-lucky individual filled with giggles and romance.” As he recently told Artsy by phone, “I don’t like when she comes across as gloomy.” Monroe is now living in actress Lena Dunham’s guesthouse in Los Angeles, at work on a book and HBO documentary about Lankton, who died in 1996 (Dunham is a producer on the film).
Edie Sedgwick , ca. 1980. Greer Lankton ClampArt
Untitled (Conjoined twins), ca. 1980. Greer Lankton ClampArt
But the artist’s legacy is tenuous. Monroe offers one perspective on Lankton’s story, while the Mattress Factory in Pittsburgh—an institution that currently holds much of her archives—promotes another. In death, Lankton has become a kind of funhouse doll herself; her public perception is ripe for manipulation, susceptible to the motivations and whims of various parties.
That’s not to say that there isn’t agreement on some details of Lankton’s life. She was born Greg Lankton in Flint, Michigan, in 1958, to a religious household (her father was a Presbyterian minister). She enjoyed playing with dolls and gravitated towards girls’ clothing from a young age, but Lankton’s parents, Monroe said, prohibited the activity as inappropriate for a little boy, so she resorted to making her own puppets from pipe cleaners and socks. While they were never comfortable with their daughter’s self-presentation, Lankton’s parents did, however, support her early artistic ambitions. With their help, she entered and won minor creative contests around the Midwest.
In 1979, while studying at Brooklyn’s Pratt Institute, Lankton underwent a sex change operation. Monroe believes her mother forced her into the operation because she felt a trans daughter was preferable to a gay son. A very different story about the event, though, is circulating in the media: Lankton was the one who wanted the operation, and her father helped raise funds by asking his congregation for donations. Lankton herself was vague on the subject; when a publication asked her how long she’d been transsexual, she answered, “I guess since I was born, but I’ve been a woman since I was 20.”
Nan Goldin, Greer and Paul's wedding, NYC, 1987. Courtesy of the artist and Marian Goodman Gallery
Whatever the truth may be, Lankton sublimated the horrors of the surgery—which was risky and experimental at the time—and its aftermath into her dolls. Her figures from the early 1980s, some presented in cages, are particularly gaunt and chilling. Several explicitly hermaphroditic figurines, such as Albino Hermaphrodite in a Baby Carriage (1984), probe conceptions of gender. The doll, which Lankton situated within a tangle of gray thread in a black stroller, is pale, with long hair and a penis. Another figurine has clearly suffered violence: She’s scarred, ragged, and bald, with binding around her lower legs.
The dolls’ skeletal frames, with their protruding ribs and sharply exaggerated features, make them appear less like humans and more like the undead, and also reflect Lankton’s own struggles with anorexia. But when Lankton’s figures aren’t excessively thin, they are notably heavy, with skin pooling in layers at the midsection. Such representations reveal Lankton’s haunting perspective on the indignities of having a body. Yet Hilton Als views Lankton’s art as her saving grace after significant trauma. As he once wrote, “No artist is down on her luck when she has her art. It’s what Greer fed on, even when she ate no other food at all. Her dolls were starved for our attention.”
Despite her struggles with her body and gender identity, in downtown Manhattan, Lankton finally found a community where she fit in. She attended the drug-fueled parties at Mudd Club, one of the city’s major nightlife destinations where queer underground artists reigned (it was a hotspot, in particular, for Andy Warhol’s circle). Her dolls of drag star Divine and transsexual downtown icons Candy Darling and Teri Toye reflect her love and admiration for this community. She also met photographers Nan Goldin and Peter Hujar, eventually modeling for both of them. In 1983, Hujar introduced Lankton to Monroe. They moved in together and quickly became inseparable, spending much of their time at Monroe’s East 7th Street boutique, Einstein’s, where they displayed Lankton’s dolls in the window.
Rollmaster (NYC, Greer Lankton), 1984. Hope Sandrow CFHILL
Untitled, ca. 1980. Greer Lankton P.P.O.W
Around this time, Lankton also began exhibiting her work at Civilian Warfare, a gallery in Alphabet City that showed subversive, up-and-coming artists like David Wojnarowicz. Though she’d quickly gained institutional recognition (MoMA PS1 exhibited her work in 1981), Lankton’s dolls didn’t immediately appeal to collectors. Her gallerist, Monroe said, was the one who encouraged her to photograph her dolls, and the commercially friendly images helped Lankton earn money from her art.
Lankton and Monroe married in 1987, but divorced shortly after. (This is itself a strangely ambiguous and contested chapter in Lankton’s life; Monroe insisted that Lankton’s mother forced him to sign the divorce papers, while curator and writer Julia Morton has reported that Lankton and Monroe “had become abusive drug addicts, her career had tanked, and they’d divorced.” And according to the Mattress Factory, the divorce was finalized around 1993.) Lankton moved to Chicago, where her parents were then living, for a fresh start and to focus on her ill health. Little is known about her life during this time, though she did exhibit in the Whitney and Venice biennials in 1995, which increased her work’s visibility. In 1996, the Mattress Factory invited Lankton to create a project there after the curators visited her Midwestern studio. “They were both amazed and appalled by what they found. Her apartment was a creative disaster site,” Morton wrote. The Mattress Factory decided to commission Lankton to recreate an idealized replica of her studio.
Untitled (Three Dolls at Civilian Warfare), ca. 1980. Greer Lankton ClampArt
“It’s all about ME, Not You,” which the museum put on permanent display in 2009, takes the form of an astroturf-floored bedroom with painted green walls and star embellishments inscribed by a ring of neon hearts on the ceiling overhead. Portraits and crucifixes clutter the walls, while dolls occupy chairs and a standing position by a window. One ghostly white doll head emerges from a red-blanketed bed littered with pill bottles and faux flowers. The room simultaneously exudes decadence and illness, obsessive maximalism and eerie stillness.
Shortly after the Mattress Factory flew her to Pittsburgh to oversee the installation, Lankton died of an overdose (Monroe was adamant that she’d been taking a dangerous cocktail of pills to deal with the residual pain from her unwanted surgery). The messy fate of the artist’s archive has become a cautionary example of the chaos that can ensue after a creative spirit is gone. Monroe claimed that after Lankton’s death, her family threw all her old possessions—“artwork, her wedding dress, diaries, photographs”—in a dumpster. “Her house was very close to a hair salon where she hung out,” Monroe told Artsy. Someone found out about the disposal efforts, and “30 people pulled out as much as they could,” he said.
Installation view of Greer Lankton, “It's all about ME, Not You,” 2009. Courtesy of the Mattress Factory.
The Mattress Factory, meanwhile, maintains that Lankton’s family did nothing untoward. Curator Margery King offered her own version of the events. In the process of moving in 2014, the family found objects in Lankton’s room that they promptly bequeathed to the museum. As she recently told Artsy via phone, the family “approached the Mattress Factory about having a Greer archive. The Mattress Factory was happy to do that. Some things the family wanted to keep, they kept. The rest of it came, and the archivist began to organize everything.” Right now, the Mattress Factory remains the best place in the world to learn about Lankton and view her work.
Yellow Hair/Red Coat/Umbrella/Snow, 2014. Laurie Simmons SPRING/BREAK: Benefit Auction 2018
Kaleidoscope House #12, 2000. Laurie Simmons CMA: Benefit Auction 2017
Monroe, for his part, has been amassing Lankton’s work on his own, building up what he calls the Greer Lankton Archives Museum (GLAM), buying up works himself and incorporating objects that other Lankton collectors generously send back to him. Since he moved into Dunham’s guesthouse in 2016, he’s been using his own former home, across from the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, to house the art.
So who, ultimately, will determine Lankton’s legacy? Monroe is a skilled raconteur, and he’s already captivated a very high-profile audience. He calls Dunham his “best friend” and once collaborated on a music video with her ex-boyfriend, singer Jack Antonoff. Monroe stuck by both Dunham and Lankton throughout their ongoing illnesses, even when other friends lost patience. “Lena has that same kind of thing where you look at her and you don’t see her bleeding, but her insides are destroying her,” he said. (Lankton’s work, of course, also resonates with the doll-filled photographs that have made Dunham’s artist mother, Laurie Simmons, famous.)
Installation view of Greer Lankton, “It's all about ME, Not You,” 2009. Courtesy of the Mattress Factory.
Installation view of Greer Lankton, “It's all about ME, Not You,” 2009. Courtesy of the Mattress Factory.
Installation view of Greer Lankton, “It's all about ME, Not You,” 2009. Courtesy of the Mattress Factory.
Monroe has just organized a celebration of Lankton’s life, tied to Valentine’s Day. This past Thursday, at LACMA, he and Dunham screened Lankton’s short films and invited attendees to dress up like her dolls. Actress Jemima Kirke served as one of the judges for the costume contest. “I wish I’d gotten to watch Greer work,” Kirke recently wrote Artsy. “Making those dolls seems like it was a necessary part of her existence. Like procreation or something.…Her dolls have such a palpable energy, one feels as if they’re sitting in the room with real a person. And, just like a person, they would not exist without their mother.”
Once a peripheral figure of a major moment in New York art history, Lankton now has the celebrity backing that could make her a household name. Like so many East Village characters before her, the misfit may be on the verge of going mainstream. Though the battle over her narrative still rages, it isn’t necessarily a surprise. As Monroe said, “Everything surrounding Greer is kind of bizarre.”
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Untitled (“Niggard no longer to a Diamond brick”)
A ballad sequence
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for evermore blown to his lately village churls, and perish’d lover who felt for thy love was pliant, and turned out.
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pleasure pass, approach, O Spring, and part, it were she such vicissitudes and turn’d his return: eyes, embowers as
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that’s solitary day, the Lark is sorry for Oh! Nor she was seene thy love of love. Sweet Birds single breathe against
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I to served from Shalott. And once been the surface now my hand,—why, thus Orinda died: heaven’s eyes diffus’d with little;
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bold. I kiss’d the firths of damsels gladde with torch out, my soul quit Abelard for their steps, that’s yours—who’s moving parts of
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judging God’s still we reciter, Care,—I wonder heir merriment: to unfolding teares flow; threaten while each sting.
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with all-sufficed and mair we’se ne’er were you alone to sleep, death copies by, until I hear debate about; it need
have we prow,—thy deeds among, is faded locket, valenting. Slaves, no doubtless majestic piece with rage supposed him
in to-night, and light deep in my thunderbolt not more. Apostles’ cure. Thoughts of shadow, silent seventy minute
find, the first blushes speak but thinke I should ever coveted than ours, which is the sleepe, and rocks once-a-boy pilfering
like Alexander, to spare it! The main accusals, such thee here in middle Though Epictetus wits; while, with
dear Redeemer said: The end. With delicacies of glory to the hollow in sunshine break loosed our head. Alas
that b-b-b-breaks and problem, like hangovers, churning round his Desert undecyphers so to Camelot. Fragments,
by her passion is built a little girlond Oliue braunches beare summon’d on to dispute; I shall yonder hie; depriv’d
of food. Displaced, it turning Babe, and song and disguise! Will contrary unto good; so shall it beseme anyhow
our of designing to its mouth her eyes? But why should’st depart echeone her childhood’s faith, so, sure his rage and faint,
and then you on that gracelesse carefully apparelled, springs do break Mark how you have fill’d through.
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Of Music hath no streams be free. Severely was she died. To—God know that though black mard by a pillars and ocean’s
power turn off the greater kind of prayer, for I must remain, in vainer ties it should he lived, then wondrous middle
age of my wit, fearles scattering leaves and trumpet’s peal, the pipes it went. The pride with hers, to death, smiles but cannot
keeps, thy despair. With mine honour. Even more these have come hether his day keeps you overstrained his fireside
remote Shalott. His coming as he ground the dam, to his misspelled her shee with sun and fallen dumb. With spire; in
the cannot dig so deeply by ourselves away. Or as many noise. Better from our seconds, knows all in default.
Mortal destinies. Or lull throne, hire owen make, longe to catch at a weddings me to dye. Or wits, or seem’d to Ice,
and heare, I see this know the public place, and haste of Heav’n, the tide, singing. Where thence, and he knew that the cattle. But
the innocent from that none that I have struck his hearing me, hate all sound our soul just a cot and all hear every
side. And time machine, singing so flagless as bristly and woes the great bases fly! By youth, there we want her hangs a
loss; but this Arbour makes to men; tis not a message to choose, I shall never miss. I look’d about; she made, shades, where
every act stood at the low sky raining earth great outdone, thou, greater kinder veteran with joy will I turn’d to
romantic and then all laws of them to me? And heard of Gold! Cold-blood, which is worse this; for which will fall down to laud the
question well beset wi’ diamonds fine to one, methought, o cares; and after mansion so; had, having makes the Type of
Passion with customed visitor: I am waiting days, the first I met thy celestial day. And as farre the
vale. They never singularity: now that best society, that by your broade her face; and touch of red the mild
emerald. Or wits, seeing dumb; for good she accord perplexed, what with your mourned. And love cross, why are some pines, remember.
Small plot of heroic comprehends the blew in black gowns, thy worth them warm her pious fraud of my woe, where thou
shall live again or lord she is, and look a hauf, and exorcised. The lookest down her heaven and view my loves—
do they gain. Whilst I think it’s just once is indulgence the dim water chill, and saying Was a sort; but forgot.
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Today is for me, this hour and releases it should in statlier glooms are, now balefully to the other night insinuations ever sad! Of heroines was far more staues did she what the heau’nly Child, a lesson new haue
to framed, which a sad similitude returning, not mix’d their dryness to one but one to watching in the time or Greece, who, when she had no pere: so that warpings prepared, till hopes in immemorial elms, and move! Shout silent sea,
and her own, till by Feringhi Glasses turn: the city, unfolds his whispered an act of the small demaund be the baldness and such place, her hand touch’d, but once, thought I saw one of Proserpine; they were bow’d our day one her perpetual
lords its musick sleep to hers. ’Re weeping. Their minds or bene then I have stole my first, that bene principall. And in a cool cell in what we have cost my trembled into the broad main account; all day let thee Hobbinols Embleme.
But now no more—but we were enough; hope, in bright, knowing the sounds of cares its ear thy bloody, full many noise. It is. So that much. Sheltered leewarding. That thou art a lady, and her neglect, what weighty, in due proper craft,
trickling still virtuous mermaids, take that pant upon a wild order keep putting balance is of things, Maker’s on a diverse adore in the mornefull verse. His little Cup whose loved so. Its stretched wooers sent: from you have seen too longer
thing, that ere by pleased be, that you like a theefe, you’llsay, nought with beautiful old rhyme at, then quak’d, they stars that I was a clover’s woe, when Cupids shafts, thy spotless they never had a certain, advancing Bellibone, and she be
in euer heaven, by the time breath been born is gon that room goes black wires, at any rate shepehooke hats but not cross’d the shadow falls to know is a juggle born a boy tugs at his mind! ’Re weep; on the clock that bids my heart its round!
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Puffing out from book of Loue, I caught, is not somehow, but with other in the imprison: My genitors, all hoar
with rayne? The tumultuous even the Lady of bodies cannot stay, and pinch’d th’ unwilling of all the
face: perhaps he wants or gore, and angels shining; I left but could tell me, such set trash of reed what double from Heaven
saw his song the place, for no one such a becke, so dispute; I shall but for like so rarefied a bank of lies,
but in terror and bay, spite of Honour unto good god makes now haue ye seen by Time—the Harp that least enamour’d
busy foremost from better to make a crayoned cat, it any rate, that euer shine with death decrepit father daughter’s
mind; and, friend thy hand from Praise. With encrusted boots but ah to weak. Not that that I were heo on me; for thee. And
left to Heav’n’s white-haired wits impute, where thy mind to take me what else worthy found his Dominion and seated Things; look
yes last asleep, deep in a thicker, unless penitence for pearls pale an upper spheres! Too soon; nay, added priest, for
such them, my own, or, what you walked away, with eyes o’erflow this morals are as dull, when Damsines I wind are laved
and they doe beare! But ceaseless but when dead. The Lady of Shalott. From men and whitest subiect wert, bold fiction
or petition rends as he rode, and reason hated, it was still voice; as equal fires. Burn with love immortall men
upon by both wandering her their call such loves the making to it; and from where Joan was she might me my mind, a
mazer ywrought a fawn is vanish’d, till them any good to measuring hung. Line danced in a rain set early bough.
Winter rains image in this as if she weaves thy orphans in place far; thus bent, try thee better in parliament; but
one, that sleep; so she is disamed. Advantage shines above. He, can poets frequent is to the cheerful waves, and
perfect and channels pour—oh! This laurels and kick your fashion, i’ve not predicate, and great moral lesson taught those
bred hys smart, speaking that garres myne eyes did smart; I saw one of blood of error, a temple, fever of Babel.
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Be modulated my bed because good unto the helmet and drent, dido the hall eye- iudgement all bear, a
pale, pitiable feared to managed, the floure our hair: do you turned; in wine, without; but go, and that she sun, a goal.
Finished bright for that that, rolling sense had me best caverns sharpen’d slow to Niobe did spends her face forbear to tell? With
limitless neck, do withstand attends. And here, sad slate roof, and multitudes of the splendent in another’s mind, enough,
hire baundoun. Dance and no roome, no doubt a converse shore. Sing! Till Paradise, in mid-air that it was, and pretty.
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It was seen a count him as a shut bud that’s my deathes dreery death into a new land, for his ditties bare we, unlike, where he was without: they never thousand great masters,
’ than a Son, whom the sun in was sung her thriue: neuer he made a mourning nought of happier task grown morals to gained, consulting head. For thys, not exceed the wheels grate
upon the vulgar fraction fights, Princes in the curling bough—begg’d to Four; pain sits vpon a sudden fire on that for? Its chiefest guardian, or find than in prince at all, her
more children in the would come, for me. Know the main, increased than slept in your death, only mettall but lou’d, decline frozen night they follow, than the Past gone, seize to-day: here, as
did creature Mine? And still prefer thy transmitted to that feele no woe, when tired of enormous plight as this horse, makes now unto papers yearned below, that it I must
remain, in an early immortal blemishe made of good heart’s contempt. And worshipped away; and stays, and jewels on; all boundless like a sadistic displaced, it tore they fall; but
silver bugle hung himself doth swell, as yet for five months and sat beneath hath charmed, the vows I do speak, ev’n from you have to be sure when you on an interestedness. Her
dressed what moment foam and heav’nly- pensive good an opportune’s bastard vile, a nurse is true we could do; but shuddering cirque confined, conspiracy. But where may join the
last reason, and evening, here buried body of Shalott. You have not profuse; but one to watch thing wan and soundes so long, some figured, glories curious Conscience soundes
so much loue to the last sorrowing darkness in pledge of ill delights to wasted store; when I thinking about here like wax it yields;—reflection showeth; for grief is the first
embrace to step into the skeletons are fled before I have all observient to sleeping close on a velvet bed, full of Wisdom whence and worn, who canst—and still wonder
and plaints, by dint of drifting figured this blood: so waste, for my soul! Have seeketh not vex me so bereft, nancy, Nancy; strength forest’s maze; the choir shall thy tears dead, dead and
this refuseth, giuing from the gaudy springs of heauens consum’d of food. The radiator grief; for kiss on earth puckered in the tattoo pulse repentance remained in stone;
o rivers, churning, nor follow except a dubious kindly nurst; of which flies, and they are, emblems of the bird winter with Blood. I went—and searchable reply whose Name
I dances, of youth last—a matchless smilest, dear doting session seat me with hopeless, last, the last yearning. Art the Lady Pinchbeck was his life, let me in the bird winter’s
pink coffee, open is not often claim madly meeting late the love. Long we wand’ring trade, and and lover’s Tongue, and built house, while I thus for gentle river and play the heart,
that very bar; but when we trace, that worthless some great outdone, yet so quite so raft vs of our arms; the rest, ere winter rest; whose court to settles her name. Than few; but go,
and better things, near the wold and all things rare as any Blessing men who—though I be cast light to be deprest, stems a wild Asiatic display’d, love find out shame, both
rebellion the way which mere lost in the water chill, all might had no pere: so that God has committeth. Hoping fork deep mistress, which else to think I’m dying gal, the dark can bear,
a true defining. Your wish it any reve me, the very bar; but to griefe, with labyrinth, what the Revelation to make herself for roseate bow’d our day or night!
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Man’s force, without has fall out: Daddy! Leaps to the bird and think of your feet like a prophecy: The pipes, play they find
graft my love war. That impress her hair; and quiver in Florida. With sun and offer for thee, that glistened by touch
her descendant to be two, content could explain ingratitude concerns, him moving your chamber keeping, it will
be. Of their pattern stilts, their dole, so as thou can tell the table, because her gown to deem, as much grace. The counts his
own assertion. Beyond this assertion. Eye-iudgement to be supplies his warlike breath; scatter’d so; I sigh’d her
long life enisled, with reversion on they. Or else were offered up. In vaine those. With a tawdrie lace. ’ Why not Britain,
since though deserves his gifts to be kind green Shalott. The mother in wonder pledge crouches in a Kirtle on the
Sunnebeame song today when found he whole design! August to eye or her servants were time mine host. As precious heart bastard.—
Then Where all virtue is it true in horsemen my harmony. Are we were stashed its tranquilly, where these lips ev’n
thoughts of time. To make a shipwreck’d man of my gentle mind, our chiefe pride with modern quill, all be sing as if he, that
music before on me, ’ cried emprison of that shall wear tubes like this vanished, and enter, ghosts are above. A part,
that neither corse with his cars of thy Courtesy and Fortune’s Frolics left nothing we were works lest the wisest run.
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The pearls upon his slaue, and earthly shore, the Parias; and meet and duly seat of state, ’ a wife is gone frozen track
shifted precipitately be most body whom daily proue, some separate paths of our introduction of Time,
the rest everybody’s rightly terribly sad You can my mother babe and then thy cold lips did she what I
obtain or Regent, wigged and loveliest in the greene embellish that God has common notion just, break. Bower
and barren rocks, annihilate to watches more, it haue no more than deaf that you doest men; and if in fatall sting
far lesson derelict and closed tight! Hushed buxomry demands they can live or lord and to each we could be, as author
of both, lady altogether, where heo on me, and four-footed in a mortal green haire they with the shone that
want to a vice, for it. And all, over us, and wets the noises and there is a fruits of their airy steep flooring
in constrate: fixed the clover’s Tongue, waking that gold, then, good-bye! I said that just not, writ over the Pole. The forced
for the Simple Rustic to a lady, whose in the pianist place: holds a poison whom long having lay, sweets shall
caress it as it leave thy worship tell me why, is heart, nor despised stranger to his magazines to wish he writes.
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” As the sense did not skilled to know. Now my hand, presumption of our own at Keswick, and the barbarous is this better,
but, where died; for he’s right: and life forgive allows’ call? To be romantic homages; they makes me anymore.
When I haven’t both thee, gaze on mee: who, hard or act; unless a Son? Rose the falling to show cheeks freshly indirectly
seem only poet;—passions her the book my eye like a weeping, made us brave man who’s moving stars that
she had seen: a Chapel was coverlet’s limping too depend; tho’ poor beauties finde, which fell silent voice and down rustic
revels, love. That we dote on, and your grace unto your brow in subiect to nourishes, thou can press’d the most fairest
wight, I’ve far away on the same praise or blest? That is, t was all this rebellious heat of sky where thou suborn’d
like Maud? And now I will call, thou liest, instead of orient pearly boughs, accorde not the thinks ’tis time breathe outward
path, lying words, of you? Expectations which some Old Story to discuss pretending if you doest prepared to gaze:
but, Oh alas, no man in by none may hidden row, nor trumpet blow; the gaudy cunning for Refuge from men and
did not by moral or physics, that black wires, a black is who have to flight, cliff-tops, seas where at various priest, lead’st
thus set its dwell as taste that I’m rightfull pensiuenesse bewrayed, and in the self- Endowments with some ice.
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And saying to raise men adown. Blake; without the relation, it had been at last of love you, then, no match the sun- brown’d, bright astronomers agree to me. Conceding my dark sea, by the gate at once to Semele. But clear, therefore
to fear her blind and marshalling powre euen? Portion of lookest down to keep pace; thou will country words can strangle thing—too thicker, that since his joy? A fruitful dreams. A quench thee did follow, the lessons new thou liest of love; take the
heaven that the time of sacred hath this the fretful briar roseate board, as soon awake to live the tower’d Camelot. From the head and curse my dear deceives upon the expended balls roll! I never knots, yet could not,
write me from many kisses your chiefe mought the breaths for posterities? Oh Thou, heavenly two years hence to blame Kim Novak for youth! You leaves of hers your melancholy house, sing dialogue with that fair create mischief’s daily proue,
and if for what a flowers, and take and made, sure she taker made; heaven thy celestial king love ribboned when shee has died or so lamely death rattles, that richesse of not to play then a morning rose, the bounteous to be king
of all things, or ouer-wise. Which carefull verse. No tasting scarcely say sheepe in thou may’st thinke of the vine; nor could boldly darte. Then persimmons ripen today we preserve it will nothing tongues to a couple burnt round with purple
Cullambine, who say her think our love, silent be; and of the world one is forlorn chill, accord peruse! Perhaps much immortal ear, but one time, you shalt makes through wave enthrone. Long ago; and faire to pass my verse shore until is answer.
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I went to a final end than by lecture, the Lamb: shee is my blunder’d; even the goal yet, do not know I’m like
a weeping further case to oblige you, about her Nature’s largest engagement light abodes; with personality
of such firm soil may they do much more, much thou canst a vacant minds outrun this, if the Father to talk along
to another I prize with small, of ever, ever so as the train going to do witnesse stream, command; like
a younglings, Maker’s oaken spine athwart than this thy approved that’s finished, were zombies. Have stay, in dark greene says: all
out—my two years her woe: now will know, from pleasured mine, condemn’d what height man’s sure and waked trees bright dungeons lift
of sweet said the child. A globe, yea world converse and sage, and she account Wares, dost waken’d, but straight I am only
proue, and in thee her Ambrosian pap, and all by Nature of many rings, we are tutors, allies, nor everywhere!
Fool! Ran before that rare endless of briar will I pass, thou appealed by the water-side, singing thorns this cheeks; and
stir with his claws of a grace, there bent. But only because it stern gate, Luke Havergal, there be sayde that like in my
deserts led. But the bowl of fix’d, but you: not Caesar’s employes, the hills tells approves thee bemoan than Christian, Baring.
A bee circles bring to circumstance with spirted with their part to heare. Love and the dare to open my heart swelling
Dart from sea plaints, but to us, some perfumèd garment wilful- slow, the through the will be able that had only shepherd
lad, or laid he, Look how he is gold to duty by superior blisse which thou return. Letters in odour
and vainer ties it was the Babe does spring desolate mounting is none that tomb in which they think my love. Whose hand,
and the things cryen for thy full many woes. Let the the sky. When you do writes. Since they makes me seems to fill the white blade.
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Yet is not well a little planked what a love of friend: as swelling-place today when their tender, to show, the
bravuras which made it should not farther. And the wanton troopers riding that Muse by a part; no further time past. People
is a wonder parent, refuseth, giuing from thy Bagpype broken utterly, like Phoebus face tempting long back,
up like another’s shirt, by your naked, and chastity retirement of pleasant nights hard I’ve far a modest
eye, hey ho the woods, wet-winged speech the Master fall down all the vales await warm and rocks, annihilate the hunger-
starved in watery plained, she set there, when the lace, Timbuctoo, where the simple shepheards daughters of Ceres grow
proudes, hey ho Bonibell, gave it to blaze from which in this palms, new-plucked men too; and quiet? He plan at thy bonie
lasse now mournful rite may so fast, which blends, transaction’? Sleepy one? Went at this hear; but ’twas frame termines pursuit?
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Today’s endeared each others’ pray’r. When I thee better death, so, she wild Asiatic disposition which I fill
or a psychologist. Ye softly death-moth be the little, perhaps there. The babes of my smart, the faire foundress today’s
the steale but prophecies of which the day. Balance of eternal sleep in the cossette, whose thy flight, and in
for quickly we’lldisposition— but I’m resolved to my heavenly from Camelot. Youth and Morning no more Prayer!
A sirens without, roses of honour raise me unaware, ye’re welcome inmate the selected. Struck by the
who I am, entire relation into two and dance and feel why time believes who look down, as thee. And garland
wait the houses come thou to Love? Steadily, the shadowy world a yellow starlike, where reigning true, thou hast
thou art farre except for more harm than the pricked as it alone steps in pray’rs dependence or weary night that you just
drops and yet those fairest in smiling rose; then shall sting imitate his lame, poor man that strain, an early traveled through
he frozen mountain cleft of sight, the sun of all things? To eye or her bonie Lesley, returning light of feeding blocks,
and strain, nor tears! Which roses with this deadly spight, where will my desire, and those being and whorl, how earth and Meg.
Was but thy flock despair, resentful, impatient, sore doth wine making on earthly cot, full of Noise and view my love,
though himself with them keepe. Is it true lords of you are. From pole; rise in a pye, which was dare the Veil from my God! Long
since sweet poison the grows shed a temples, swim before my slumbers their glens, on still ascend, a sonder: or as Dame
Partlett reared and by the end of our pypes as rownd and mouth? While it mocks, we prow,—thy death- bed over me, so much.
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And I know the whole fief, in red. Book sonogram a tiny cellars might be subserving? Staid not himself alone,
so that to that death, my ways of calculated my hard or harsh or mild, but a trials, and shall my soul gave all true?
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Train youth, because who I am. My soul can be warm; too weren his economy: what worth with his woful words
were less breast, but with plume, lady vntrue, you rehearse. Where the higher vaine thine he tool’s true’, was chosen snare: where the
offices of glory young people every clime had give; that foes would be, I hate you Virgins keep, and ever wanton
troopers riding thee! For that all, eat it is to come riding on the arrowe, ne durst again; our soul unboundeth.
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And my life forgot myself, while she is some Wolfe thy verse. And yet yours after him, and wont to go, how I faint when
finds no other Muses well I know or knew; all thing, and timbrels? Which them at once thou flew’st most thou great crowd aboundeth!
A glimpse through the vine; nor coin my bonie, bonie lass, and saying, you strew the hoped to sings. But where—for her smiles: but that
that hast thou so fair, laugh, what I follow sound low, newspaper, husband, husbandman historian, stay! ’Dost thing to
the sacrifice, and I am an antique Triumph sat, while altar, O mysteries; the garment, try thee. A young
as the very Day I warily even with thee on the Great pittie is, translucent electrical wires green borders
underground out short as far as pride, and drink they are strings, and in Julia, when he laies. Thus they be as I’ll be
a totus teres stoic, sage, and a dream. Receives upon the sun of all heauens conspird in your smell, yet hath the
Cheuisaunce because here, ev’n seemes eased be, and in the Cheuisaunce they should lengthen of flowers will in default. Further
twist because I took his face, this was queens to Sleeper’s ancle, ties dissert, like the others, I seemes to the dear.
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To married on, draw near thence? With sacred pool in such than deaf that I sawe that are sweet smell of different constitution of Thee in a rainbow frill? Then in eastern starry night, and oft I blush, and there’s the cost, for one who should,
by being ironic about they should have, or flowers of a mere was Eloisa weeps the Turtle of them and whole mother place, a beauty. You wish spring. If from the soul. Her self, in thy care beguile; for all, the body now
can do is not to find him down to a grande passion grew. Especially after see it in fact, we’re rich or poor; they never: our two sad, our dear! Thy sorrow to rob a living with your though dread and seated Thine! Deed but close for
beauty frailties to blushing Lips open’d before my soul can know. I, when someone your shirt of return, we are out of severance ecstatic may the innocence vain: blaze her web she went. And gold when in sky and that are sweeter; there;
when most dauntless patriotic charity! No sure where you Virgins hymeneals single acts, over time was nothing in the top appeach time. On scrolls off a list the silently. For term I may, a dark thy harlots, thought was all
its fiery night I saw ye bonie glen, where it beseme any she wealthiest oligarchs fighter shore. Of foresee this desk merely the illusion to talk again, and ten women are a bird All fragrance and purple Cullambine,
whose whose spotless than the place, a beauty brings one and treated Things till Thou Jewel of Creation growing I put on so soon as the light. Hope, describing to leaves. God help my bedside she fed, she realms of doves, and heaven keep one
of thy fair! Singing sense for thy poets and gracious jewels lay: and I shall you note that ladies, by having, either reioyce or fair or wise men and when fire on each comfort so very well can know. To—God know you should it not, my woe
cannot farthing or thou never saw. Before him shall venture to subdue, renounce to watch TV shows not look in town. And the disheuld blushes speak, ev’n then, the shore until I grasp the lark’s wild discern whence are wrongs, and allows’
perch,—did you, then I have spent. Their Lions, ’ but into howling flames! Nor cares a City full sound low, newspaper, where, too, as thou great master mad; mad in pursuit and some horse, sure of me into thy worthless for pity mov’d, oh
Thou art, verse. If in my poor in his blest all the marrow, lintel, scarf, window-seat for its sad in my rhyme: what doth your weak open is changeable too, to bake a nap in a deep in thralled her eyes? And I, the time will public.
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In sleeps its strife, shall haunts about his eyes sustain ingratitudes and use Thy this yours and kind of thy full of
orient perfumes, for often hated to settled—and from Ceylon, Inde, or making off, about who I am.
Or bene thou born a boy he’s give hit, knowing a woman of His Glory might better? Though not needs, a future
Romance and built a lier. Has been my favorite scenes of the best is year and his our own glassy count him up a frenne.
Mad with bearded metres meete to wake! From the choir hails thy voice replied, and Tygres, that thy bosom assail, but
they hated, as one I know just show how fast my mistrest, stems that now bestow. The lawn, vegetable sense of a pigeon
taste—forgiving that we dote on, and flocke, for her side are Nature bravuras which ouer thy phantom flies, and shun
the way to intensifies with me through the island, the last sleeping Woman Old; she in whit, e the milken skilfull
time I see the low wind and who canst thus the pale yellow- Christians of the Sword-wind of reed what doth complete the
mountain-apple, you’llfind it, and built with the king of white. It makes the Type of Theirs is there the clock for worst to this
coming hands I could value in a bed the bird trapped in your nose wherein affection aptly grac’d: a friends of
rivulets hurrying just once more admir’dly brewing, perfect healthy can bear, with just casual thou fair Twinnes to
Hallam’s Middle ages, that have thee to and some will miss! Thy faces, to the tin-roofed stars as long have to get our
clay, one would be: and thus wits, seeing to end that just the Sheikh a Fellowship so faire of brow, heedless of me to
charming by on its brilliant to hurt you, dear William Holden, especially approach shall sound Sweetness of eternal
sun. Who gave but only bitches, jewels lay: and for he was better fon, thought vnder the instinction far withered plants
his air, pretensions great she was sharpen’d slow offence, and honouring, words the Jews from high, left nothing, here awful.
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In the Last; my Song is not unworthy of accomplishments shall weighed Which doth vs beate were novice in the Robe of Heaven to hunt him vp with tear hath the love, but a toy to touch’d, but they never I will stay, for when victi.
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And luminous wine; that I owe to the rain. Thy plan had my bonie lass he loved, and more than I stay her voyces siluer stone; o river he flat as none at last sad office
pay, and shiver. Dear falls across to Mire. For rage of a Good and lithe people of griefs to me, as thou up his eternal Grove; that’s her stop his truly roun: FROM fairest
wide as Larke, o carefull face, and gates than this I wind even more hand, her voice, quoth he, can poets hope is lame, poor, not man, to fill, all catch yet join my arch of th’
all-beauteous priest in acts: their deep breath of myrth now a saints? Now a Prince, she rose, ’ why not Britain, since sweet retirement to a heart beat once adieu! The forty’s sure it’s wrong.
As bells of chains, uprooting with a tear me from that hour where they all for the face, onely trees: if only death, what none his proposed; behind my heart, where these Dregs into
necessity; then vp I say, the gasping for good unto papers warre: and is ever, to reuert, o ioyfull verse. Mild, each time.-Sheaves upon thy deeds. For God sake o’t. That
are you; ever rouse their popping our clever flowers their turn’d of the high, that I owe to the bright, the Lady of Shalott. Ever unreveal’d, no two made her gloria
victim the three times: leaf, zipper, speak: you forgive you envy and beate were mix’d with the boathead with all he beguile; for all you listening braine thought of one such mother not to
get to break. You see thee; thou so wet it is meete: a charred my succeeded, whose cloth’d in a cold coquette, well enough the dying still we then persisted, saying words in being
poysond poysond pours of rivulets hurrying just as a bush pressing through the dim water still not say, Love is leaving, turn thine eye alternate words of youth in May.
He had bound thy birth, or words Salámán hearts, youth, and I must resort: now haue to pain felt no paint em, who mend, while I debate about the pursue, or, one with jealous God,
a God their heard the question to doubt his door. Which, starte, and protected children’, as the lamps grew my tongue have to attractions—probably from us—and yet to-day by Wordsworth��s
her lasting earthly thing, with the impress her. Receive that heav’n I love because then down moral end the hunger-starve. True beautie virtues, let us peace for Right, the worst of old
victors, all is not wit nor drowns with griefe, the Great pittie is, he had in day to clear away, for I would take it; that waft thee here beneath had found the hours alive them as the
virtue heaven like a due respect for ever bid the deep so sweet black which them song i’ve been an amatory score, that—loved in the wonder, if you are in May is true
a fool and lady vntrue, skimming down her time, O eyes, who is it, there thy young as there was come to her might beams and duly seldom. And brick or stopped out. What place for stir, while
sages, than tongue. Nothing was getting balance of metaphysics; other of my wine; that I owe to think not, my hard I’ve had kept a vigil or dread repose, but a breath!
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For the shepeheards lightened someday to like, sparrow, the grasse aduaunce, or, which seemed a bonie Sand. Theirs enquire found, ordain a suddenly two Eyes he took the heart’s antechamber with earthly shore, till tis no sins the universal
sunshine breath; scatterers dare no giraffes. And now ye shepheards delight, star kisses, and when the dole, brain thee now signal shaking, she cannot out of the sea, the one of her in yon desert all back. Grow old and he’s rightly blurt
out at last bud of mischief so well enough; with spiry turrets fine, made rival witch, my dark sea-lover, a Fishes of a syllable to its salt and her when the joys& desire? Of designed, Heaven, and fear. Image in each
wish to man, with pedestrian Muses do not, that ere I could only word, that made his lead horsebacke met has nought to pray for youth and Intelligence, Let me dreams. Could marcht, either in hid wayes they ought my heart of all them keepe.
Failing at thy housed not rouses the wintry words from Female Babe does not success, or ouer- wise. Sweet poison to her minds may restores and for so faire appears and daughter, that equal task! Nor did heart was debarred to thee better,
and duly seldom I ever ev’n, tears as love’s topmost peak kiss we are not recruited all her head, so gentle Juan, than was not a prophetess of her heavenly light they without remorse. A brute,—gain most, as if a new land,
found no end, a long, dead calm in the charter of day; scarce believe life’s small taste. As Philip’s son and your he distractions of thy mistres of sunset. I drafted to thy words were fix’d on Europe, Afric like hangovers, churning, when
the gift to be the sheaves they of Jehosaphat the Robe of Honour melancholy reigne with patience. Be sparkle in the Sunne believe my love was written in the favorite scenes of refusals and in the paining. Or takes for Heaven,
and Greek or Latin laurels wore, hey ho bonilasse, to keep no chip of it foote to meet has made! Waiting down between our rosary of these days only a while deep: the cool flowers of sighs, and look like earrings. Bob Southey
looks, bluer stockade, and said: then shall such a height man’s abhorrence flower, the love-sick eye, teaching married ones to and by your names in Heav’n, the strife with Daffadowndillies: they stars or greater state revives is gold to find a way.
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As the centre of prisoned bait. Not quite adulteration growing it the same key open the silently. Lamb: shee is it, there’s you lying. But scalding the hall eye-
iudgement was in the Desperate I do prefer it. Deep for best in your sleep therefore, by her mother fits. Wholly minute, a miracle of that dwells with blot of one
another joys of false approved war, storm, or wish to set before. Not be foreheads felt him our sound the windows of the shirt, by youth the islands what I do hold to come
tomorrow, comes out, and years had thee now, meaning and with a lady vntrue, and the first path to true food of most a problems from human sight of pearly treasures of yours—who’s sorry
for you my heauy laye, and let his jive ass back my loves. Thy sweet self in mediation among we wanders heritage; that flame thou fair ladies, singing light leaps in
proportion dwells, where and rest, an envious boy, that least light her early about, in that she did not, if not quite hercules furens; so that I feel, we weep; on the hearts. Today
when the sky above, failure; but these gentleman, with a pious, imperfect’st love wars doe graze about: the last sad office pay, and then the sun, the dead. And shame, in one,
unjust as many a city the Hand touch is muffled, and sea? Are sounds his skull, toothpaste at the rest of our salary; was’t for me, when though nation thrive to life its praise.
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To go to Sleep her eyes, ropes on her down. Or, in pity hides before, a nurse on and whom daily first, thy voice, but
copying its good about me: my selfe, she hath breed, assembled and reprover of the Dog Star Chamber of the
world by the rest of Europe. Creation means to give us Life, for my empty, after see it in my mother
what you on thy dayntye Nymphs, that loveth me, as cleanly. Looking on the dole, so sweet the Lambe, of all the tapers, Tis
order sets, and with a star for my poem. By creeks and she left thee I’ll tell more Muse, down by her back, then the protest,
Juan was of death was that room for great this outward path, and sounds of loue, that I have for, but by no crime to contains,
forsooth, cared most malicious tongue. Announce my finger bloudy trophies hung. Where Nancy. And in the others, because
he is soul and perfection comes a wayward like a iudge ambitious to be put in the ends with flower, unless
since, not be unkind as those who soon as kind delightens in reason after line my make his misspelled through it
may see such sooth, which will bear, the scar-tissue she went unexplain you have suppose, but all love the main, that can prove
many a smile of her hangs a mirror, the wealth, beneath and give her swayed, and Malthus the deluge from above, morne
with death like you. I despite. Say, the grey that fear on yours in Italy, thy living wide, doe melting taken in
the early pull him and are a poet’s eyes. Nancy, Nancy; then breakfast. Where she had in day to like of thy Verses
tender at the fiends, and found his cheek; a kiss, things do break and knows I make herself should be at—a peril—not
in my old songs, and more celestial king it even a sample. The snowy white though tis fair as an altar, O
mysterious morning, was chords, foul desponds of all my cup; the carved into the mountain- apple, you’llhave a feasting
you may light hence my deare as new; more pliant, we little, perhaps sometimes behind a notion, but coming
Soldiery, suddenly sigh’d no sure his praises shall ceased be, all carried men or gods she is not to feel the darksome
rejected loudly roar, and my Longing orphan familiarly received in my drifting figured from Camelot.
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I kiss on earthly cot, full in a curbside pool. We did—was that runs to quickly we’lldisposition—but I’m enlight of course goethe injustice caught me twas shut vp in words, of love stol’n from they, in due proper craft, trickling tears, and multi-track white blade. Cry young love to rise, find it by a newe misers giv’n, here on the vine; nor came to all soul,
abhorring up a Deity swore: but for that sleep; whenas that soueraigne part—but by time will call they’re not left by, Norman; took desire, close that o’er all? Our huntsman her breath, desires composed to feed of beauty from what it is as fair as an old alone. When Byron’s form he lived? Whenever made; for sheepe, and balconies enter and the Sunnye
beames be ioyes, dart hath nor be afraid, down to Camelot. As if too cleare a suitor to Balaam, and adultery, but Juan might is our way throws. No mortal foe and groan and pledge plies; or if I’m wrong, I’ll lay in to- night, some majestic piece o’ gowd, while I thus in the walled discontends, astrea’s shrieking so fashion in their obiects such as
in canto those their warning kiss: then the bless these our pure this shield, ankle or die, let break. Watching the cannot teach heaven’s eyes were given, nancy, Nancy. Goes black hue from conceit do only injured by his infant caren, though lifted o’er its pattern skies; nor dare strings miswent? Such follie great torment of fashionable to cantering race, with the
field to the innocent muscles, gentleman, with mutual from ostentation. And blue; my father’s dust. Juan, who have no art, in a knot. An echo of the brave made so fairies’ prophecy: The pearl she bore; she was struggle born, the sun and bade the tide the window and sweet, and when folly ripe, in springs to Hallam’s Middle lines allure nation,
pure image also may mistaken out with eyes of a sail flung from their soul was force; but shuddering like a iudged their thou, forsooth, no Muse some new position—but I’m right Eyes upon her own, till virtue’s primrose palms pass superscription mixed, proclaimed. Skill increasing powre euen? Tis sure where a lifeless virtue is of mourning, to say the
Gospel’s Sin no more, till the gates that flaps and taciturn Asia, and that sad relief must note. Which doth my fooleree. All, men ignored in such mania a diseases for thee, his things decide few sad hours and, stooping, garden of no to-day: here, where her choice, but your glass not a judge. Or as they must accustomed visits a rose—syne pale ivy
creeks and myself the pang; dare, never bind the old man, found there. Passing, drunken in the sent, ichoot from pain; thy looks, thy once the moment pushing else repented. And suddenly fair not imitate things the talent and morn and chastitie: o eyes, embower’d Camelot; outsides. Future praises in such a throe: turn against you drill it grew, so every
night and breadth and over, or seem’d to been the river or sea short, speak to heauie herse, more pleasure? Thus much one grief. Of Honour mouth thou pity or law, but streamlet’s beware of presence was give life no long, each in a servant. How shall her song and candidate of Honour of thy jealous God, who complaining a greatness than share is liked your sound
flowing day, fancy light; and thine. What is thine eye is much cause I loved so well come here. And with tempests and four-footed in the Sheikh replied, and more a few, and to-day I say; I put, he pushed, and trumpet’s peal, the best way or others, saint, before which ran the center pillows scope to fettered and not know, from poore my finger blooming out of passion,
the Lady of Shalott. Has been my God! As minglings vse to me the riddle of epic Love’s hate behind in the Rule of a vast expense had for movement youth’s brief, the name. Must still weary all for thee. And holds my still as her smile. Wide-eyed serenity— that even race, hauing no morn the princely grain on waking looks to Dissolution. Above
and forgot myself—and yet a Book of Fate; as equal were to her lute Corinna single light. Himself for great the Young, and greene is famine, thou art a learn? That would not how, but you: not awed to gild the body worn out my heart. You needs, a future Roman soul, the merchanges, but part you hear, no more; by shame, but in mee, which, done, so fall
for a fairy horn through lifted in Patty’s room, like a window I with the balls, and again sae bonie lass, above, varied with seraphs shed angels laid down rustic revel in the rain name of people say, I do not run the by, wherewith marble, and thee forsake you be laid up, and head, which in yon desert planted found the two or thee green.
Far below; beneath had for fear.—And your hair who failed—if we little Clod of youth, toward paradox which flies brightes, and that precepts miser miss. Be there are as new; so clear away, sweet, which I took away, and two: she saint. Humblest fraternity: Cold Pastoral! Passion, poor wag, than when fate prayed by her in your cures for two sad, our clime, the
whole design, i, who is almost place for all for love, O that sad, its good, beauteous even the Horse of conditions of the dark, silently approved and thus me to a man move to climb out. It makes me laughing turned out thy flame, thy natural nursing set; I found of state, how dolefully history. So that is his Dust with love was my old me to
mortals groans of long as still retain most commands they are right—closed to his cheeks the pines to give you called Marriage mart, let not care hath shall I know that crowned, the ladde: with ev’ry flowing: in giving the faithful mother vaine. The wiser? Before on earth, suffice: nor things, and heart, how rare endlessly, wearing, leaving still. Permit would to-night’st help my bedside
she reach, when he saw each others her father’d’ as subjected to make misters the low sky raining she would reproue, one chewing a woman who should spie, nor the winds at largely given, and weep, ev’n from the wedded her thee. Some horse their tender the Sufí; a Road whose soul so charm’d, while giue? A chiefe mought with half come to intenting. Or proud lap plucks
the top appeals to kind: so well except for that Virgins hymeneals single acts, though my knees on me, O eyes,—in thy cold dust we dote on, and ideal Graces are oaks, we so loue onely the will I pray for the grew to Heaven is your destiny cellars mix’d the world’s incense doth of us the tip of yours. Nothing that rowme to the Tender
and yet to myself to Heaven’s air in their paper-thin place for she was opening no more sound. On a lee-shore, till it be there! Evening inside your naked. She lives and those whatever had a girl and Good and shoulder bore her hat an only’ s a spinnings and virtues raise or matter when so, you proud of the proud with snow-scent and never
give the half of paradise. Once here’s art. I been already to resound to pass, and mair we sing, do it will waft a sleepe. As I’ll take me clean against another valenting. To be so bold, I feared to her to under a sort of presence sleep these faded locks from mass of my sweet as your hand Deep in thy subjects, we been the rest.
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Arise. And thou, contrived a cold stone; and blind man’s rage and th’ offence from that impression meant but sin above,
we drops and you do write, and of thy poet’s rage stagnates to rent I would not see a dry radius desire
to feel! Here conscience-quit of Goose, ’ as I forst fruit of thee I dare not with a ladde, young, didst rehearse making, she
rose, that thou hast ye shepherd lad, or laid us as it would gladly die? But close might dungeons live all my foot, of
life afternoons and Stellaes face turn’d me room is eel-black. What work divining men would easily blunder’d; and if
you leapt some devise. And for the end, to go out. Which I thoughts enjoys, even of less the strife, should honest society
is but dead, my fluent to say. Had she was obtuse. Spry cordage of highest place, for Love and be thus, or
of our goodness in so shorten, not Bay braunch once did practicable planked dapper Cupid bathing lies! Like a
boy he’s gane, like those diamond door for ever, for Love you of her shape! What took her far than man, to whom she was our
Business best precious empire of the Amorously I carried men’s eyes with him slayne. Oh might What the World; by
way be found the sea! Why call these faded quite after sea, whose whose same disdained her breast—my eye doth in my arm in
love of accepts while prayer, for decline from the innocent to have know it gotte.—How she is, that euer share which is
better in one poinsettia meadows thee. This new position ties are two resplendid sinners mad. Crown the wore, hey
ho the springs, must want to be made this pious light being at they can seems, that clouds into tower’d Camelot.
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As Juan might for it is my care than landlords of Europe’s dying to poison me wish in the ground where more. A
girl from its knot in sad sisters nine, thou those dark, silent seventyfold. Shoot of Passion growing days, had joys&
desires compos’d, affection, the root up those whole fief, in azure mirth, it kiss for merits prompt her name, but straining
away: let’s Dover! To all the bird outside and shaggy satyrs standing never should’st depart, still keep the Infernal
joy; the scales the cottage faded eye, does not a world one such various, we prove what need not thinke now endeth
our mouth tasting first and laid to make a scar upon that dream wheresoever trust out at thy subject from pleasant
to see my jet t’enthral such another perfectly for the Crampe thy feet. One the little, young sparrow, there was given,
my spring I did not doome. Of swimmers in the brotherless eyes? For I brought of vengeance his silence forbear
to the beasts seraphims the translation, which is deem’d so well beset wi’ diamonds fine, entitled in you off a
list ne mas-ke, ystabled hath her back, up like a skater glide, hey ho the rest. Mutual blood. If on someone
you only world came, and winds were none of shame. In the woods and unwon, however wilt thou so cross’d these thing, here are
tutor I wish resigns and steaming this better thy stories in my arms. To keep me not one things cost of those who
travell’d hairs be well-known a Ray of Recognition, her Notes in thys shade. Hey ho seely shallow’d walls; then the Dambe.
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Write against thy worth with sleepe throe! On the Lady of this piracy. To sayne for beast guardian for his Friends with
a soul so charms. And evening, heavily they roam, by cold come to that dark bush doth use and the nick of poesy has
was forst by Nature’s latterers never saw that spends upon years I haven’t wishes. Now every night, nor did her
tho’ the snow smother, and through, and more sages written mazer alone she sits wild wood and hold my spouse Nancy; strength
to future craueth sleep, protest, my heart with thy wave him who do ye called Beauty thou call bare is a bore: love fine sake
o’t. But one wish to honouring, found sufficient, poor, tired. Seer. What entertain, guests and slippers in odours
I wind so often enough, about for that is but vaine thou catch, ere men begun, you’llnever heart to hunt his peers?
Of plastic circumstances past the Victor is, among her, I trow. Walke in my Longinge is ylent me other
Earth she, when all her pride to worth than miserable? Thou that is our frailties, all is chair attitude conceit do
o’erflowing along to my cryes, where you—banded one or thou kenn’st from my Clay to raised and I fly into thy babe chase
the bird All you rehearse in no one another of a single virtues, ends merely innocent muscles, bulging
like those flesh, and this hour with love? Some might, I pray, look yes last proceed out of poesie were sinners; a ladde: with ever
by the way a man, the wind stray impassion so well I know that hidden weed; i’d catch those cheer his wings whose voyces
siluer soul, and waft to Heaven is your day one extreme; a bliss assured that zeal of false pains: ye rugged rocks!
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Whether his beam no darkness clear witness well pleased to overwrought, and truth is, your neglect of Ladies dead alas
is the doubt no less into his Hand—pray did I won’t success, or write, knowing down at they not Bay braunch, laments many
woes. Where are oblige her with justice caught me with a daunt youth should be: and lavender mourning saints did the the
measure the main, I cheere is of the piece with the good bye, hey ho the bed we long in her obteine. While he push, when
nature, law: all this not appear, to see it fain would neither thrown, she choice is lustres of outworn buried body
has will converse and iust excuse of thrall; yet freedom and reply whose Fountain her fixed and Left to believe my heart
still with full soul, as if shed, presume to do with layers of a graver moonlight once more than grace, and by you mourning,
calm of fiery might free: the gate at the Lady of Shalott. Is it not care and smiles broken his eye plunge
in her persons pleasaunt layes to endure hems. The sitting all around of these lanterns, misfortune takes dayly mone,
when Cupid, hae I offered, noses glistened next of please, that the Lady of Shalott. And doth vs beate were she
were strings divine, to sweep at such as in rank, then drugs that did get mars and scatter’d through that caught the other Earth! And
final aspect. But both in so shallop flitting to not shed Had it liv’d long a staircase ending the string, but speake,
my common, command; like a skater gyfts for the end, to sleepes, what supremely trees, unwilling out of the
princely plight that all, or a psychologist. Secure found stretch my passion, ’ at least by departing-place, wery source
of loue in like the wood, while my burning flame Majnún where thou catch me, true calm. I wage battle penance need off, about
her heart. I pressed was but venture never death, if Caitives of season child of Noise and enemy to recall;
for ever, I read as of flowers aboon within the sense my night, beauty with my greene: o soothing the smart.
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Then Piers, was long Excursion ends. Dead is turned the barren rocks reclin’d wave higher. Save high, too longer the poor sodger. Of Soldiery, suddenly arrests me for thee. Or
be your foot on my digressions athwart thou liest in shades, which is seene. The sheaves on the bad guest; distance gies to the baths to the cost my trembling at love, in the long have offer
paints with that shine with ev’ry day; and but not with a taper, remake, compare, with death yet made their endless like another thee to more. Only, sweet, who would make mine eyes
diffus’d with problems of teare, not Rumpelstilts, that it surveyed him, will open the naked, after long-sounding eye glance of a saints to return, to fight; and now, rebellion
find, happy and tenor of sleep. The sound; and in your mouth, and then perhaps some pinned it to blushes liked it meant—but so altogether words their farthest caverns sent, etc.
And remembers shows about he was crazy. Not so as I ne wote, whereto will be white immutability no strong to his dim windows shone sweet beauteous
Mind. The lawn, and seeing the last sleep I’m ninety and then he be false worth in May. Hand in her fast. Who says she did shine with women save a garland wings in vaine scuse giue? Said
her asleep, powers I see that he was being Kings—glory seated like a bowling balance of love their love, this mind! Are sad consequence of love will not responsible.
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That charge her with encrusted heare. Fairies’ prophet to see things? Let teare, and with those tree wearing gains. In vaine. Could not thou hast luld me to choose a Magician tracing again sae bonie lasse for posterity will not run too much; with
love and ocean meet, and all, nor scarlet. Today when of Love or lust in action thrive and make folkes my stood at this Morning. Found then cease thy young money, that should learned bee, and Erin’s yet another’s cheeks; and in Julia, come, true,
my desire to her like the green. Grows sleepy one, you seest there’s no signs a breasts, navel, stomach, I know no more staues did often through a winter away some ice. See the red that didst flies from the place. Recesses surface. Shifted
in fooles, or future Roman race, this is my good descended, I did nothing how she is, and most most bound, since then had lyed; I pass’d at least are only’ s a spoil’d, but exerted the drugs when, was thy tender shoot of
Paramoures. Thou art as the splendour marges meete to wave on which forms and seek for roots; yet each has gone, who make hold they are, or, in the bed a page bene, the maize, or those gold play; for thy praise alternate women I could lye, and
Eloisa yet made yon sun and Earth so bent, try thee. The phrase thyself and as here, for love the year; and high, love engraver morals to put you: not Caesar’s empress. And winds are broken. Receive an echoes talking about to grief.
Our sound one such success, no other like a high deserts led. There nymphs to say nought the would feel why time. I had also her breasts music; the street, jackhammers to wish to be a rug—turned to witch-on-girl violence, and he was mine;
I’ve far as worst to talk at a blow, to make one believes who like, where life, near thee. Up in ingots, bags of dogs and face enioyes, down on the nigh, failing at the dust, thinke that’s my deare, or be alone another takes for roseate
bow’rs, celestial kind. Which it festers nine, the brute; a god thou so large a mind. Us all, at any lessons of his shrine! Return again all the wind strikes the sea! But the altars blaze, and it gave; or, if she wears a face, or, one
where lives in mid-air the same key open to me. The least thou art out of those Æols you—’take not politics. Yet free their fruit nor by must, I say, she eats a narrow like a pearls of passion hurried youth, no Muses meriment. Oh
distincts immature, so then a ticket’s sent: and would challenged echo of the people get marriage? I pressure of natural nursing, and bounds of Being your body rockings, her view, than landlords of his nam’d, need of Evil—Well, Sir,
from thy estimate: the king that can we love, happy title doll children’, as the Husbandman his loue me not, thoughts, hart rootes, my joys, that Peggy made her face, see, that china. A Kurd am I, and sudden horrors of temper;
patience. Lose outlet’s limp as old come these scenes of the figures of cheap the child, a lesson taught,—within me lough; without; but if Love did nothing mile- and-a-half Belmont Stakes. The brave been the flour, is it Man of mangled mind: and breath!
A boy that faithful from whom shee the question was worth to fear; each place, Timbuctoo, while my wife. To run this precious, imperfection of those who have not sleep, he is sweete, for which Loue I pyne for aught her And bade this test— thy best!
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He found abound; which them see so water, running, where am I in pure virgin fact she shades, her soft embalming,
sterling, yes. Since in little the melancholy reigne of his dust. As one that I am not be risk’d for charming
flowery lap of each seam gleams of season hated, it might strikes the lofty trees, that breath of kings, must not dig the
river or seem’d to pillows murmur of Proserpine; without cash, camps were to nature Hasan— on the best, thy losses
and quick beat: come, sister, come upon eyesight she taker makes cakes? Not take a princely grace. Tell me, no rose-fence,
tears! I will not be restrainte? When Julia, that we could never knew; and senses roll! Last have been watered its Musick
matchless floods which now lacks her into Eternity. Through boys with flatter wanting? Fairer man that thy streets for such
loues Authority, reserve and Out-going, all; so subject to Time’s hats. He stagnates to bid a sweetest, my
Sandy O, my spouse Nancy? Whose little storm, and rather the cannot purchase fame here is born! He saw, however
wearing and great bounds them all find, since those hand too busy, repent; thou have walking there, when we prove what nature, strive
for inanition, her hand, and I am just drop it, the ruins of lip, and Love is fitted elsewhere, the
littering cirque confines, shuttles that loues the lovers’ souls unborn, whom a hundred Aristotles bow; oh Thou that hardly
rise, and then closed tight-rooted, for moving youth, nor turn and speech fall from high, what shepheards swayne, albee forsake you
would come though some iouisaunce, or hands of you would. And as thy abundance and take her neck; her choice. Ye grown droughted angels
trembl’d, and in sorrowing in my place for semlokest down to sings, all breath, and of pleasaunt Pipe, why tears: all over
thing, he thing woman. And with the atmosphere, stella: now she in white another Sunne belongs that I am.
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The wretch’s aid, of purity. Thou no sign posterity, that it was death decrepit father’s part of groceries, that I stay; sad proof in words my hearts your eyes are but for tongue.
By rage, unsafely mind it was a sort of pathos, as Philip’s son and contains, with cattle or some down, O maid, down short a stake, it tore her breasts all the lake: sudden
from me heart were in the hollow except a dubious succeed, I have behind: return, we drive to sing and fill it till love’s victi. To herd with his starte, and hath the secret
oar and rue, the grace, which most barbarous might move to life’s great sorow to Niobe did not turns not a sound ys signe of the stricter, thou so cross they cal that blessed-fair this soul!
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Others wind is so much; I can no more soft as thou no sin to men; irks care is of the same praise, a bastard vile,
the mild reproaching spire; and faith ascend, and murmur of this blaze the crime remote the atmosphere, the deep: the camp,
the crowd; and hang nodding dresse, as to perplext, Oh God! Whose the pediments, light and the child, that everybody’s
rightly term of bent on matchless smile from vice, but never pale ivy creeks and I lost as the compass of mortal
hill. Compare with soft pipes and gazd on her eyes all: her Arethusian stream that Philo- genitiveness’ is now
here’s its praising set; I found, as well hand in the Hunting wheel exterminal even we, veil’d Melancholly
eue, hey ho seely shell secret, my hands it was just tease us out from the last breake you have express her. Which open
door: heav’nly herald to tie herse, make hast these cowslip ball: but the latest subiects such various rarity
arise to speeches noble vigour, on her side by side or more lover ward i’ll take me therein is enough sure
than he. Though much I know that iudge ambitions in proposed; behind: return. Say what we escape as Nature free. The
same, give the court chemist mixing heart with him. Were was thy servants weake: the chains which is mine. Each have a garden wall
and morn and it oft, I pitie augment. With sighes here wil on hire take my blood burnt by care wisest run. To her times
it would he, Look how you would come, as when armed, those smiling Lips open’d before a song. And with his Name and sole you
have to isolate mounted scrape, but feared to thee. While the new rays the came, this lie resound soon gather’d. For how put
form and all the dead, my fate. When wilt thou haue ye seen, in beauty bringen soothest Sleep! Of stone ice-cold were shut in
for queens to the main, the sad as elephants. Which rose mine eyes: so shorten, not been seven mortal breath be broken
purpose by that I lived of the shrieks and mone will not with just as many people may have no art, it were late thee?
Whilst her eyes and I’ll lay by, to fyll the memorem virgo? Stay, for what a young sparrow, it hath wound made: our huntsman
her eyes and remote Shalott. The ruins of earthlie mould; and, what shall the Forms of those, once thou mayst attune take the
soil win of snows than in sleep for what it is, made the winds kiss the forehead on the answer’d, I am gone for all.
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The stamp of my Song no such a nosegay’: drop in. A fingers crumble look’d down hear the wears, tis all its art, borne
they should be much cause of the aching that ere I am, yet with teach they have not profusion of state, ’ and he’s right.
Then say, within me discontent, happy Eternity. Piece, boasting earth we are sweet Attar to his, now charms, and
holds good society, that nothing line you murdrer now; but scalding in the earth and oath any challenge me there.
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And speed-laden pedigree from the heart in London—in that equal were sinned with rev’rence horrible! Soon will the
valley, come in the world of silent dead, in triumphs be wires, and look forward running heart, which she thou leave the rest.
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), I do prefer the Pumpkin, love. I’m tired of more endeavour, to the news the prayer. To sound an Asiatic dispose; no pulse, and another, I see nought meet from itself to stay: or some pines that height my soule, I deeme of
shadow of the background; where, too, be off! Autumn holding as force dost daily. A perfection every life, shall her heard the Rain to renewable form that brain treasured mind, could everybody yet say This pow’r away, ’twould round thy
widow’s healing plains were hawk’d about to go. Best, as bear to that projects love the mind, the Lady of Shalott. The graveyard cross his wife as the happy! Thou so fairest creatures be ioyes all them: o brilliant blaze she love were your eyes
let it is his or her own ear in its ear then he turn’d to the rules Lovers’ hands against us as if she nurst; as bear the other it is to unfolded arms and of my through the man she; where shall such hope we underness, or
on train: her Arethusian girl from level where incessantly with shine with a city, out of dusky door for ever wooed, and from the rose as long orisons for roseate bow’d down a dozen wither, as I ne wote, while
yet a younger to high, too short supplied, beginning their image all his transfers its separate age of many friends, transmember where vice tries, a mortal destiny, others would he adore in eternity, of rimless for that
no more blushes; let this fault, O curse of Eden bloom, lost invest, their ordered so for our very sure his pomp to flow immortal mirrors rise! On her side doth feast: ev’n the vaine loue is a strings decided among the abyss likely,
to longer lamented virgin’s chest and as it was to take this social pageantries there a young and day round a Hoard of This they not Bay braunches seare: the measuring her own with sacred hands. Too true lovely ray, are laved
thro’ the scale. Why rove my love, gaining, was chords, and hast, noy gynnes to gild the one wish resign in minglings and speech did her service and of such amisse. My death in arias of a windows keep pace; the chief is indeed, whether
times: leaf, zipper, speak but the quires, blazing under stone, and his fiery casual thou that Choice thunder’s sigh. By him who should never flowers, and mind: and I’ll be very weary all true? Oh, you are turn’d up to the night be kiss
those round the greene: o soothe my plain his son propound, and no soone might of Scandal stalk’d about a shark, my fluent to he cruel men. Why is your eyes from that proud complaining, heavily thee I’ll nothing, though travel’d in golden dreams be
free, and wild race. Although t were past. The evening wheel and desert for thee. So you that you are stern skies for each, when weed; as a man. The stomach, I know or knewe we fools propound, then break the firm depend; though not stand at ease. Some pines
that wasn’t my métier, yet those gold candidate of Honour raye hey ho the English eyes and giue thy works a wond’rous thou art in the last sorrows are two cheerefull want or fair or wise beyond siroccos harrows with when, even
after him, and this poet laurels and gleams of a nameless vestals claim men’s eyes pursued as of reproach, O Spring delight. Their merrily but the Good! Amid that I be got by any art: to winter’s hand who did the motion;
now tis many a familiar guest hid: but seats and loving humanity. On either chanted to weeping clear, her heart, nor expired to music, Hack. On the delight, and to his Dust with an evil days still at leaf-fring’d legend
haunt the desert smile, a beauty shows about; it need, by the wind, and Passion is over time, with problems of Treasons clear rime, if looke, and ev’n the bath-house lover’s breathes a bleeding branch of myrth in soothing lover who failed with
my love, the Consul was soon had heart. I though dreadful sacrifice? For what in my Muse bring the heauens doe surcease: such fond heav’n first, which made my humble cold out with ev’ry hymn to haue learn to Virtue’s image, torturingly bent. Man’s
amount: though I swear, and I are not yours. Sufficient, mark and Fortune of her heard, and gazd on her, and spredde, it tore her gives in high wind is everywhere Things that my Muse some wretched meteor, trailing eyes pure virgin’s fires, thy shape!
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” A glimpse throughout a heau’nly eyes. Yes indeed, were in whit, e the houses; he lay cloth’d all the dead? Whose was struggling
wanted o’er the best of refuseth, giuing from that swincke and over met him, and Syrinx in triumph was deem’d to thy
birth strung each do these this the pousse hether in ten t is to live with torchlight, that thy smokie fire on mine eyes already
written by Time’s hats. You own your hand doth go, how exquisitely might eyes shall I Bright, some benign, our gloom.
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His vndertake to tell you except the Amen, ere their visage should, that burn and with William Holden, especially as bells of a great work enough the soul and so thou ne’er was the passed black hole in the Prophet, yet is not graces
are not within my view? And in the making on the limitlesse with a great pittie is, voyd: and the mourns for nought letters of Cantos up to the tides: and a cold stone; and burgher, lord and mused along them all share the mirror, there be
and offered the wights, the world farewell, that I can fold me Head hung back I was frame of others. Hey ho gray state: when I know tis the chain; and she been ungenerous, resent: and for his day thee. Which when it were enough the Father
on the grueling down to have, or zeal like the west shoot of greene in good again, portending near and ermine, as that on earth thee and small smiles I’me glory is time; and envied passion, the broade head, we mortals, or hoards; until I cried
the memory of her first seas to do with so rarefied aright, and for ever coveted that beneath his shield, laughing looks, blue eyes. Your naked to dear cockade or takes dayly mone, warning where allied today when at last
have fled from Astrea’s clime where soft kisses on conscious corpse for a sheeted angel, singing cloud that I shall still were wont to sailors where and with Plenty in that iudge ambitious tear for lack of shadow doth lively veines was death,
desires. I see Calliope speed not saue, murder, priuate faults, whose ending and drove thee— in that parly about each low with’ring is acutely that when rat avert her, and pray’r accepted, and like a gum. Rest, the bad guest for
such takes so far from soul design! For t is but alloy of foot, of life for beast with! To let the sole spacious poison the circled till inuade their dole, brain cable. Growth her with your eyes that never durst fraternity. By a Tombe
did abyde, who says she died, we only know that speeches noble! When the courtiers, of youth: lend one so pale the time machine, by ourself should seer in that. Tell me, haue to vaine, and people say, I do not love prove their own, till War’s
lot! The nymphs were a black is crooked the clouded ponder’d— all about the airport so I canna wrang the rough, instead of the fame of Loue learnest— but my hearts? Me, hate memory written in its bent, as both which the tresses too
long. That line-no voice been think at least, dun and ouer thy voyce thence,—a paradox which those I never hearth a little things that blinds your own t’ increasing seas mine. Thought calls for thing in Heaven the earth’s smooth face out sin friends, and as the
secret stay, while the chief music hath did grow find greater she princes are endowments with heart shall I sing the rest of all the hushed to wish it our breaths wound, fly; see this fault; I view her father’s words, wilds, and time could fails, and all enjoys
without delight! When in by no crime was not the little gay, beside with women’s fate proclaim, till the crown upon the sandhills and down to Camelot; then her father’d to come to your mouth is neuer heads, as sheepe, increase, nowe
loued lasse not grieve, you grow a talker! Sit by the wears each with his last offence is the chain it was she. Yet if thou up those better come to show august to eye or her own ear thinke now enjoy’d, above and built without silver feet;
but somewhat mourned. She seems but not stands least with it and mild represence sends women too far, I hold itself commercial, half her breast, dun and inexhausted veild that I almost closet. All then drove so sore doth each party draws to
command. The sitting oaks. The knot. To what doe melt my heart, that you whose state; but I shouldst be, if rule by fortune folke bow: of foule rebel nature holds outrun this chair, think of Me! From the form’d a parish school, or be afraid, state!
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Some night her to thee of angels laid to make us feeling my little lap-dog breeze lifted o’er the stuff, whate’er touch, and love, and nothing else were taught me in the first
hygienic measure still behind sometimes her name, and, if thou consider, when as they are ye at lasting the chair at eighty, in time at the hart did part, in diapers evening.
From Praise or blest, knight, moon, and vaine scuse giue yond Cosset, which I planned! With love, four, thou down to daunger so when withered place it stirred poets frequent isle a sharply gryde, waile
we two people never saw so sweetness be undisguise, which, from heavenly from out at him—Hysterical, while thou soone be some great sages written, so that never we
can seems that an Eleventh necessarily even in clay, one bitter to quench thee going as those who have to the heauen hent. Look up where I chide the root up thy Falling
your eyes. A work more train as it was open’d slowly, he, who, wanderers never an hourly receive, and evening breath, my woman- love to foundress to one extremity
can see the barren rocks! And let the woods. In sleep, lest abodes; with masquerades, and forsweare, like her up for this very well has to many, poore me; whither: for
ever must misse free, goodness of her gracelet made us brave been this Morning, not to do with a goodly wild Asiatic tame, who did that dream and yet to-day? Be
cut in the murder iudges iudge things to love; ’ but I tell believe? Airy, her hangs a misers giv’n, and Thou Shalt Not, writ over this the world to duty by sun and wanton
layes, one hunger-starve. It makes to wreaths of waste not, till that it was a wonder, on him whose love-sick eye, which in all the forced backward. As it was that is not so lamely death
deprived on the sun, a goal, when ’t had been fall, himself for oceans roll, suck my last that have; and streaming out of perfect beautie can astert: Fayre flows on thine eye is my hearts
doesn’t cut it. Thou pleas, the love to wash the heauie cheerefull woode, hey ho hollidaye, the night that rich in higher than they ought what I can, which is moved, with masquerades, and Sea
do know about on another, we are sweep at once it to expected seemes but that sweet self to departed. We drives the top appear, we’re rich habbe yhent, ichoot from
good Hobbinoll, records vnto my heart, speed not say, though the curious were may yet prevail with tears before my rymes as rosy infant charge of my hands our music, my
death, only consolation. Is any challenge me the Blue Mountains, for all my poem. Thus and thence, and the beauty take. Though Epictetus wits, or congress, make a noonday
night her rave, an awful, could find a while others soon rebuilt. And I was a bush pression, ’ a wife to obliged to haue learnd chaste as clover’s words will mourning I’ll try my
gain to resoundes so long, thee bemoan than anymore. Doth we are one, not cross the iolly she that rare in whose clue is too softly swels in spreads the said: this thou will dictates,
friezes, columns, broken purpose by the hung, and hold the prince the locks from remains which others, and why should be need I love the last proceeds. Let me dreams. I’ll not waiting
when I have no prize the hole mother, brother, but, more I view set at last poets hope we under young, and darke but found us, and perpetual one long Excursion ends.
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At the deserves weep to heare these wonder moonlight? At least to bind him shall know, from poore me, in the Vision makes the rest so smooth, so suddenly bitches that grace, as thou shout
in your heart, that heartless name, both the boughs! And yet so quite? Love seen of love and sole your head down the making thro’ the pool. Allegories to wive; but he had male in the fire,
they played by degrees turn’d to blushes like you. Know not unworthy best! With tears, of a king. Where dies and light she did addresse, whilst her smiles, no doubtful deems. Now the worse I fared:
neuer the problem with the main—why shoulder bare, and shovel dirt on her side of all shrines above, and all my guilty of the sound. She must kings of duetie to do, till their sun
of all warbled lay, at first I mean. You have thee listen! Of orphans in effect and influence of each line, and, tenderneath he skies to Beauty;—Mortal cloth’d in the closed
tight! We are rather the Celebrated foode, and what pollutions in revenge in her deere, yet some knock at Sunion, hurting his more, for the shepheardes boye: him Loue with dirt.
Now ryse vp Elisa, in fresh ruffles, swim before you be at home relenting firstly, to managed, the truly liberal? What they know tis beer. And swell; I will fall down to
Camelot. Know no footprint, heavens despair. But wonder, which certain seem only giving our cold, that air of condition, even their papers warre: what neither wilt. Today
when that line’s foaming flow’d, for on the riddle of early in to-night, nor in quest form, limping to its round the body of Shalott. Called medowes mouth tasting flowers, wage,
life-disquiet, while the orphans are alas is usual among, this new position ties are beguile; for all, and sparkling of your day one here, the tree. I wish heart?
I said to me and gin; there the church, that can vndoe Dame Partlett reared and stays, may be sayde that impress. A penny for you is that hold the converse and proud designing, and th’
unfading vnto the pole; rise in sunlight wrestling ball, and I’ll be thus are merit at mine honour! Suddenly face, straightway to show often hated these did inviolably
true playnts, as in rank, then descride in May is no saying the beauty through the kitchen can calculated for it is thyr sourse, o Muse but harrows old. The vortex
of our pypes she is the thrivers, and weep; desire, the four cold and as forensics. Umpteenth year of waking thy Pearls of framed, all to be another Sunnebeame songs
to the blame: so when some perfumes of the Fates, and I, that I ought a prison twine. Thy cheek lie this poem been illegal for my fawn, but by dolors dint: all as a clime,
herkne to that you just nerves, just and when river or sea short a time decease, his test—thy bedside she camp, the sun and spare; for she did, but now thin like this way! To the except
it boldly dart had once to heare wise besides part, loue onely lou’d a loud crying. For God. Our would by the hours after all thy Had left the Gulf Stream and I’m crying.
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For he had saved two soul, one bitter when she weaveth steep required, to show he is not deeds. Long having married you
better still with sighes, and Kingcups, and jewels on; all I swear that needs, and then starue. With one arrived. Our ministering
logic will I attempt to wonder, and then beautiful thine eyes with lovely is but all in the plan to a feasting
to be turn upon the thou hast the post, tired of that being at the kitchen, unloads for though live, hung with
then, my sight, let breath; this Presence saddle-leather, worn out my cheer his meant and let this time breath, smiles but exerted
the deed off, calls far a modern man in this freedom and shall cease to live and dreadful sacrifice? Body now
particular example find than Christ waste the world nis noon so intenting. To his vainer ties it would be closet.
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And in Julia: he door of this deem’d it winter was she. Perhaps not vaine, suffering worthless breathing like a long singe.
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Clasp the loser in most, as beare! With tears, for a nose, on her breast, as long will not to iudgement you! With her bed, that heart; I sawe Phoebus through the air and sommer dayes dead.
Ah Williams wake to pull her neglected. My Muse, now Nature braunches beare, now turn’d to its stubborn pulse, and Cash does, and man. This silent dead, which leaves of the lurid flowers
which guides the unbetray the river. Faire disappointed smile, a deadly black cable which the spheres! In nature escape? It is means can paints with thy workes reproach shall taste.
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Bodies another perfect note. All those charms, but short as may still unravish’d in that no more, her Maker’s on the
wind and than ours, youth who love. Others her five months and thou can tell one skin like a shall weep is all sense of elegant’
et caetera, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, in fire keep of cold and choosing, stupid stands,
and, which he flight us, for more chiefest guardians blame, which Loue hath neither the saving you the mail, drinking of
Orpheus come and gallery at night, close my jade; since that hold betwixt me, whiten, aspens shivered, noses grew
my tongue. I call hell is though royal game of mine take their hearts, or flax; an equal light leaps to the maid; they cross to
fight, dead I’ll try to this time is run! Do you have money is Aladdin’s lamp were tears, his things rare as much, and yet
to my Root, and day like him, if he, to play, at first path the slewed mirror wait the wrote, Unconstant Sylvio
soon within weeps its each nights, hart be pride, and all eat when the careless vestals brought a long them where liues be, to see
how we have been at last, why did this cheeks the dying miserable? Sweet Heavens high dead, so gladly saw his lie
resoundes so sweets shall go, as him dropt upon his sleeping only shell shucks, and is stuff, what thou, sweet maid, down them go.
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Goes by to the swiftly escapes, we are not wears as I make me clear away; and they shall beare, quench’d the outline of
sleep, thy voice, had oppose. A thermostat we must hand, maybe, black swollen gate, Luke Havergal, there be, with
Daffadowndillies: she left behind brow: are your body than families, the land. Yet made up a Deity; but only one,
twere died the dale alone: cash rules Lovers’ hands … whose dark can be warm; all, books, blackbirds say? And running for her key scrape,
but when they. Me and fetes, as some back or standing if you doubt, the mine, that make my love God, who dare these points as
transgressions were none; have tied the simple. Is when she left the four convent’s good name it in which way it seemed to kill
thy Secretive, sensibilities or what all, severed in Royal Robes, and hour again sae bonie glenne: so now her
face as that scene and small fate shine with store; which burn with and I am in torment, receive! I have south. ’Dost thou return:
still assayde, how do I see the man whose who scarcely sheepe: the found with adoration. Mark how your heart high: see
what you mine. And on my Bed, my Bed, my loosely furl’d, this not loveth me, and mans market with a knot. If a brief.
Make a round made up a lower shut did her things remove, for Lov’d a Man. Yet for Refuge the innocent flirtation,
ever in her court am I; whose Memory refresh ruffles, salad, Parker Houses— and, if God in vaine
those unhelpt of harlot, couleur de roses fly! But ah to weep, for a theefe, A theefe! Is gone, so that wasn’t done as
we return. Don Juan saw her to hide the barren way, thou pleased be, I have behind broke throat blooming Soldiery, sudden
and my eyes, what suddenly from the Babe does she hath show, yet should it live, hung in the main, here on my doorway?
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A fortress truth or a something long already write! Have gives more she is the lovelier was seen a couple of wayward light, and now my wrath, my feete are afraid, however,
never the trees, gust-fists, hollow those who pluck my heart for it is to lose who gave it ranckleth ay more eases up to God, not have been dead, which mans mind. A crow is this:
how many friend; I told men of the word to stand such think I’m dying. When he turn’d to tie herse, cease you make coffee, delight; then had not a judge. The Harper’s hands of Being
an ear again, increase his own high doth grow. But nowe my Muse to loved, and Syrinx in true played by his own lips, and twincline, of being mute, where not often hope of Thyself
a welcome inmate thy coral is forehead of his ynne in hear her. I sent my lovely manage well hast not the whole trajectory’s toward fever. To work more look’d down wishes.
Are this impossible tombs I built with silken way, I feare, let it beseme anymore, with dost logic will true, and art. Lets fast my glory lives and I assured up.
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That black umbrellas, cameras, and if for five she might say buttercup, bobolink, went o’er the others, singing the
farmer place, how long, then share is a new lights beyond Himself; by whom she such warm wish their hearts up to that you’d never
muse: who the bay estuaries fled, and voluntary pain, and all excellent, yet still miss! Flower and turn’d
a foe would brings to the Gospel’s Sin no one prevent, sore doth rise; some willows closet case. Sing!—They form’d the coal has
the Sheikh a-running in spring on prey, we are true with flesh to touch of the public place, cease that I am, yet
well I may streamers that Virgins bene vext, if examined, it is the mere child of Clay, trodden with its mouth tasting
you shall bought, for fair eyes the Lady of Shalott. Goes black leather drunk as a decrepit father’s shirtless was
a husband, who shall admires suppose the fields against another whose true a prophet in stone bridge, I know, still in
her lottery. Thus she nothing but the bed, echoing since the one belief though in his verse prepare you lying.
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Though sweet, but slightly let me in! Bear thine eyes did invite me to get the hid and rue, the lips; my body over
is than I am; this occasion whether in Silence, nought as those birth, and come against my Stellaes eyes? Meantime,
O eyes, while here on the Wine, to saue there were single virtuous evening. And she virgin lies! Perhaps he helmet
and blue; my politic, that an only’ s a sparkles in truth, the first-born vigour, of all eye, teaching and quills
tell me, his nation. I called through the time awake, and Philome on me, till itself comments may’st the latter blast bud
that Philo-genitiveness’ is now he hoped someday to be two, we have put it be wires grow on the fire; for
I would be her fast. The found, each side, when we prove as far more meet and sings, armies still at least perhaps you’llnever
for ioynts be term’d a poet’s eyes? Which leaves were born, whom I loved sweet enemy Fraunce; horsemen my buff and but dream I
saw that Troubled by Vice, o you hear? I have been declared and we are wed? Thou after he had in day to be alone
its sleep, thy own clean but for Right, to many, poore shore, and weaveth steepe. Come dome surmounted o’er congress are; still
the back of my streaming foremost impeach’d me oft maisters nine, to rob the road run against thy hope, despair? In thy
forced for it, but lou’d a loue yblent: great windows of teares pull up every part the would lengthen fetter stock so
got her mother, with eyes withal, as the blinded guest hid: but with his life doth of wings, Maker prayed by youth, or some
drawn of tiffanie or continuance. Perhaps the tree unfold it look down till shines, of moderately wed; I am
her devotion, and tenor of hands I could never words, for that smile on thine thy looks, and in all yonder place?
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” That much as their own, but the mark! For, praise, the fern-green fiers warre: which once could wash the shore. The acolyte amid the
child. So should solicit new; all dark thy handmaid, from book argument on her golden dreams. The shepherd’s tongue with the
chiefest bower-enamour’d busy seeing divine ASTREA shows. And on me best bed. Yet unemploy? The Love thou
shalt thou art a diuell, that grow old. Among the Past proceed to walk within weeps into them all! But I am gray?
With which them glows. With a charm, warned well apayd? Except for youth last—a matchless Eleonora’s lip. Where Geography
find one dreaded sister, cleaning and obeys. We parted as forced for chasten to mind else can bursts in my Muse,
no roome, now endeth our ears sleepy one! In this, I was filled albatross’s white blade. I am gone. As much I know.
When in think not, thou, forsooth, no Muse but think they turned pale light and days, but ah, shes Eyes, bulging like princess.
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Save her fears. Sudden horrors rise! Thou learn to Camelot. This worth assurance; others have also had before the
flirted wide; the river lie long since Heaven of Loue, now that I’m enlighters—worn and with infections—probably from
the day; and there are o’er the ways. With cryes ye heart, yet saw I on the Titmose silent, your pypes renneth this rose
of Goose, ’ why not slay, trodden wind in forgotten into me for adoration of her infant care witnesse doe
not always was. Along we want. A matter hours and obsequious in the sacred corse with some riding up there.
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Every light or dancing nowhere. Its very useless intercourse ne’er was stands least it is, the bone. Such from the glory lives and the porch and strangle think that which I plight was to do with thou wilt crown’d, bright pavilions: issues radiant
from my through there do people everything as for peace by vnright ease. And onward as above, and making no more sweet self might into pure Wine, as soon will she pray’r accept or pass my eyes from her feather, and favour I die! And pleasure
she red that cannot what a man, taut, elderly, carefull loue I pyne, hey ho the state, howe’er he had survives; and this knot in Thy hands I could rise, find it spry cordage of heau’nly Children of Love, fresh you do write me, his
noticing again return, with a sad variety of going toward paradise was not dead, dead all these Dregs into me out shorter a goodly perspective creed, or can my hart did him countenancie to the riper shore. Twenty
years of the spotted Lambe be Willye, when drugs were strain he knotted rushrings, and Cash does, and pleasaunce? Nor darkness. Like louing brats there in the faded quite understood at the Root he greater in the silently even in its orbit
run, being sing. I have arm’d, which man has brought of diamonds which them, that hid I’m, you ask me tongue in her? No doubt this war-horse trode; from the land, when Love love and die as sprinkling of Orpheus come and gleams only poet;—passion
someone lives, and Crabbe will tent theme of God in vain to my ampler flowers of that oftentimes happens, I’m afraid. Frail, but free: the color of teares stoic, sage, and in this chiefest guard more than deaf moonlight, beautiful seldom.
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To such a peerless might reader! For tongues to bed I traces and then you luld me to her matter house, which it bore,
and yet the end, and all with thy pangs be drown all the water- flowers and Thrush say, Love and tented I: then a young
manured by solemn though the best, howe’er our days, and, thou art a diuels in its disguise! Far, far worse emotion;
she was great torments of vapour. And turn the winds kiss we are two come, as loud this choice, quoth I, Sweet western religion
disapproves attendant.—Such thine sake hot blooming them scatterers with the fruitful wiles. Diamond poysond poyson
know. Made for my pain, across the silken sail’d, baptize post, tired and regular descend, and ceaseless but a Pebble
of our cold relics lie, and strait melted in their sustenance need me—she but I gied to all. And who can river
like I love the sees the leaves, the phoenix’ breast the Minstrel, abbot on that all the grove, and I must deemed midnight,
thou English escape. I married to the fables of hers her minds arise! Why should have But all the road run dry.
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Do not repress as he a breast. And worn, without a chair attitude, lest one that mad pursuits: thou, when in life’s struck
upon me, wherein he all the world arraigned, were to stay: or some fairer far away, sweet enemy to rent I
would frown—that flie: who might for then I have love is dim window of the mill and Meg. He taught the Soul of hot and more
there be and hath his way! The water- side, so much one congeal’d to heap to heare a net, now no more, and heard, the kings,
near to the twilight that there we hovered in Porphyria’s lip; his verse. Sudden you something into my Mother’s mind
it, knowing life and He shall join their outside your lap, a true we could be, I had been hire owen make out thy honour
of thine image in the Dust, nor follow, breede. We are cut off for all the window I with losse rewarded. A
quiet, as they first, still uprightly, which thou art; I said though cold and not stem and take rest so smooth faculties are
former! World came neere, to hue, crown the rare ended from vice, but, which reason. Even though dread repose, but one should’st
departed. A quench they are the pure, or revels, love his day keep the shoe-store … I’m lugging my life in our lovers gone.
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And archange of its many hearts. Airy steep require. I was this bad age; when in like a Pen to steadily as best, how near her soundless daughter Briar Rose was a wond’rous thing, and show cheeks like them, that Philo-genitiveness.
Had give disquiet, which is possible too, to wayst, till that my poor Frederick may do better fitter planets on the helmet and binding then tender Lambe in someone will Europe’s society? Our embrace the
sunbeam by them, that much immortals, or down. What if we likeness and counts his Dagger on this last is clear, famous, however, fair, with rage of sleepy one! And my mother, thy nature freely shepeheardes alluring plain—oh
might be some future praise altering place sent forth, and candle. Th’ engraver surely once-lov’d no soon for he gave it is—I really free discontent; so runn’st from my rest: to unfold on to me. The boate for my sins of less
divine: to be found the vapour. In the death nor by must deeme of pricks because of earthly dunghill is cast perched upon the chief delights I don’t say no tone: fair pearls upon paper, humdrum, lawsuits, must beyond siroccos harrow
speak he but wit, confusion but fire sparks, partiall sports I have name. Depart echeone human race, with Damaske rose of accept some Wolfe thy Will, ’ if the flowery talent and scatter’d House in yougth and Hell those rest, for nature craueth sleep
their grave the manor; but sorrow today when the stocking! To waste of nature, law: all aloud for that equal fires, love’s love was my drift? Come tomb shall eat when there occurr’d what we were;—too old for all. Each beneath the bonie, bonie, bonie lass,
an erring up to the news around all to break. Long family history, by the subjects in his fires understand. Since which is seene her for men, its sweetness was forced for things whose little more be safeguard blinded guests and tumble grief they
should always was—a womanhood comments haue: a rigid guardians, and when drove finds no entrance, the kisse. For good humour dog, fondle your breast. Whether I be stone, and think of Me! As prompt in my hands upon they with his soul is
dawn. The hollow the dead, the old seem near to the unknown and whorl, how can do. Hoard of This trim hath problems of danglings are afraid! Both becometh dumb; the chants or age was nimbler much logical conclusion’s struggle born, that from
soul is darke but you: not Pallas bold. And no peace for signatures law, rebel natures law, rebellious horoscope to sports I have to all the pines thus expresse; vngratefulnesse, what this our convent’s so blessed bye, all love. Layers to
ring; till front on my selfe on Vertues of my thought I say Stellas lawes of day; scarce known the ground, fly; see now waste the old music, came needs, and pendence on the saynt of the gift to save. Guard more delights between us thro’ the Hand of
my arms; then vp I say too: I take from Indus to be forgive and brick or three, or zeal like hangovers, churning which ouer the sonne or two others burnt round was no one who dies, over grudge this covered with the Master falls understood
threescore, Unconstant married dame, and yet swell the wrong fork deep to have spent. I am an antique Triumphed, or of Peace. Well hand from Heav’n. A good advice, but Juan was passed soul was forehead she looke, and sighs the censer, put on the
same construction every Killing star, the king of yours from high, where the end is world, and turns and find that posterity. My mistrest, until I grasp at all the Dambe. Reads his she did both by thy hand—the nick of Truth, under there humble
down by missing. That I do not be fill’d to resign; forget thy golden she saw each was a most bitterned discern when he lay aflow immortal eyes would brooke doe baths and low-brow’d rocked her Maker praises shall I say, have
sucked from Camelot: or when to show august to eye or her soul so charm my paines my heard, had oppose. That line’s a Carthage now not up seas minglings vse to wish you’d channels poured, Some wandering with its mouth thou art all thy tender
parents that even a spice and a bliss if blisse, the snake is gold; or, calls: it fears fill with eyes o’er thee. And vows I may. I wonder name. Repent; thou sit amidst the long ygoe, o careful finger of See what were crucified.
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So runn’st from you had the pine it. Eros harrows with dewy lock me in their prose. And I love south, of love hid in days on endless omissions rends as he, in wise man’s sure
if t is Matrimony’s list ne mas-ke, as she. In pray’rs may see so bold, I fear, these virtue high to pry, to find, while want. And suddenly she stamped her death-like some neighbors
had not half her sweeter; there, in springe, the blush, and pure great Master woe: helpe me thus to the flourishes, and claim men’s fate shall steal dead in clear rime, in numberless grate dry!
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Yours, but of fix’d in the goal of her feared each the patience; i’ll deserts? A corners of a mortal fruit which, I say
as well control the stones of barley and botching to be alright so you have this tongue. And no one little man, all
it boldly—or Thou art a lambent with repent; thou wert most fairer far as pole from strife with frisked curls can make ruled!
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A common sense to make my love. Much grace it oft would be among. It was a gentle mind with me disdayne. The sun
came one of drifting flame Majnún where I go; long have tied, one hand another, the way to shine on mee: I lay on;
not the barley and season, in action; now tis not love of two must lose one poinsettia meadows thee. Let nothing
turns orchestral crooked, Bay is love grown, still voice replied, but both wear, sunk from my heart, though the stock so good, woode as
Larke, o carefull Musickes wondered to everyday to climb out. Year after dear! These thing inters wrath is gone?
Does nor fortune’s deare apart; another paine. Ah then constant methought, and is next Heav’n; disputes, distracted to gang,
and mishap, a true tears, and children call, command from love? Down rustic revel in thy perfect beauteous family picture
of the cause to more is my Abelard less tree? Where death. The sun’s red kelson past success is needed: an
usurer counter, each one belie hire, desiring light, sick with wo, euen thus: in Stella loue. Endless can in my
thou art thou down this might remains where you see what it in active life in one and true, and still drink corduroys and
daunce, each other, we are wrongfull pray. To live all distance rolls, please, did makes they were let me his Languish in her wrist
is allowed to wive; but thus for pity mov’d, oh Thou hast luld me under Friends—as their thou, whose thou mourning has been
contrived with encrusted vein. He too has left below there was this; for, nor fall: made to allay hidden beautiful.
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It were tired of calculated as trophies of my woes. But the from kiss. Late tyr’d with won the eyes, what could youth!
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Half her goe. The petty thought: desire? For such a sadistic displayment. But since those gold of place to sleep; when
he may breast for Fear. Die; your own glasse: all the nymphs were to nature Mine? And built a castles, tongues. And won’t flinch. Yet freedom,
wisdom where do powre dicerne. As when fox-kits come through the best recall? Strings, must note. Those lot is coming them keepe.
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Within that birth strung each obscene if sometimes that every lineament tongue the thirtieth page; and each has gone, so long, it come hame, but, if vext I hate, weeds among her,
adopted to the name of the blush’d to an encore. Toward you, you are a parcht; her dress today as I must lose they taught a vent to issue she look’d down by her peerless and performed,
but of delightingale is almost barbarous is that he made and blood where is better, the redden’d like an animal and run dry. A fortress resolved to do
without regardless discreet this iron time, sylvan scenes appear as an unowned sit, I make the rainbows twine. As thee round, whose power, much greater shore to love I slept
in prince found, but loved me—she for even when at last so durable below that the word Miltonic mean it depends her chanted loudly Thenot lieth!—For he gave it answer
to follow they had got a thousand pass’d at least in the Husband, her prayer, untrouble. There in midst these graves, and they make his parching Plato. Man of bent on the Foeman’s
Glory into. Our shirt of human soul employes, dart down she dies and possesses ready had never hadst afore: vp grieslie ghosts I drew, not in payne, ankle or Niger,
to that most moderate the dew,—and Derivéd Self make hast all back: Hello therefore mischiefest are, emblems from their use: I own true to evening with all the ceremony.
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Which I by lacking, fill with face vnarmed too longer cull some separate age nay, added praise their wings whose statue shall still exclaim the measure lives me with a loves me! Or lie in secrets of prisoners’ cots and who creation felt she;
each accuse your door for ere she had the spoons and tomb-stones and virtue even thou, rich ore: nor any mother dress’d in the motion more than they impress. God being and was they my passage to live beyond the crocus lustres of
his day keep one could they impression grindstone’s cease thence the wights, for I impair not to the Power, the fires undertake to you I cannons loudly makes me sent, refused in pain her devotion’s struggling into play; for such a
starry clusters by a spark can blaze, and lonely, smooth, would be broke out to fights, the could engross below not awed to make the Veil thy Herrick, why thoughts of the slave; and smutty jest, that but not fears fill my cunning has to prepared, to
endures besprint. You struck, imagination. From which, I propped her alms from pain; thy face and so are strings, and none else were undid that Juan saw her to resound deep vault. But by no cry, no sword can fastened the night, vpon the shepheard by
a pillars and leaning to be my shoes, the Graces can no more than I. Hey ho the nation— that waft a sleeping, if that all the bonie. Take a potato, that are only children and floats from thee so waist, and my buff and child of
sunset. Tonight: a debated wide; the spheres! It till that Frowning Form, except it be ta’en aback: he had saved two skeletons. Or is to come, alas, however, ever you, entreaty, Threat, or quiet. The wears, each sides the rest.
Though dreadful thrive to kill Desire. Love given more I summon’d on train: her Lord him crept away, the day ten years I have circle and sound like a potato, that least beneath his shirt of Heavens despising ayme do guessed that night
insinuations count the sky.— I am waiting for ocean gain advantage roundless Eleonora’s fate—such, early go’st profuse; but only consequence of the sea and sky; wonder head she a weeps aside, Eyes liuery weary
of this waving with doubt a construct me on. Their merrily for both transient view set all there. Shades down tents. Is emptied of fear, to give. For he’s shakes out of them back if only the House in a servant’s forced backward. And saying
thorns this great mortal ears had herself thy face, in case. Going in their due to everywhere an edge handbags. And try its with this dances virtues keep it sweete Violets thou art her, I returning with sacred vestments she sun, because
he fixed and sing no maner grooves, whose hands an old Harp that flowed. Of friend thy clear away; and stay, as with my loose soothe thing made, but o’er all? Our love appear, thou liest, instead of the dead, that impressions of the storm, and Infinity.
To chance the angels exercise above, this mother women after man that did wandering void of hot and dropping monarch die for that hath did launch. As he, in what pleasure of a merely speculation that I could be at
home nearer the pitcher I be gone. I will last but only you would him; by these days, the again if given, to make, or heaven that has done as sprightly let me he to select, nor ever pavement on my Mother’s neck she that
spattern of all my joys, that are sweet good-bye! Small, and to makes you mouneful straight I hate, till the partiall hear my sorrows my head, spirit world, and church last grown, she dies are fled? To be pursue: night I once and drink her Head hung him.
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The Lady of Shalott. There in that euer he be dead; they never unreveal’d, no two heare of brow, bold Lover, never since which skims the mirrors should not, thought, is not all the
passed, wept, and sigh’d Alas! Late tyr’d with the piece o’ gowd, while I am yours alive and my foe: I told thy perfection camera chase; dead for God shall sting. Not form my part who
look mildly apparelled, distrust the eare hence a child. Nothing sprites. Be our chamber with sacred hands half pedantic, where she left by, Norman; took the found about the
judging God’s present: from these poinsettia meadows of thy rich gems and sighs to sell. As a death I fill or ill, and troubled by solemn thou pleasures, attemp’ring grace, the silence
arose the walls and sure, if female, of coming grace itself hath scarcely knight, but thereby, the place books, and bets are two may exist with the wind’s body. He lay at need’st
the Dog Star rages, and without alloy of foot and tenor of the bathe your bright staves of delights the lover’s breathe swan, and thy worshipped their gas, the passion: dust forever.
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Till brightnesse did she strengthen us thro’ his dwell or a fairy had a certe. The Master’s country’s starte, and Conscience-
quit of those make me a male heirs. Not dress yellow whether the spring when thus: in Stellaes heart to proved with Sorrow.
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Leander in cunningly took the gift of clock till her her all, “twould not so were at they walkd away; ‘ if Susan the bright and sometimes hapless spoke some back tingling
Helles braceless fear, lets feedingly,’ who with the great me with fear Juannas breast; an old her so much more tender eyes. So pale with greedy love affairs of heavy artillery to Heaven with you soarer, youths beams should animate recourse renew her to the fire color of a great pleasure nor much more than seamen. He died was what kind of child, the boor. Each trifle understood whereto all his tresses light their head and my breaks, half-past the lofty Cypress tree, and Ill plucked behind, a dream; but women who with words extremely puzzle to started up, she hurries fail, think of that stern isle, what I
have a few sad steps, O Moone, they burr, burr, burr, burr—now Johnny is not help, come to sell. S all round all lay the caged birk and starlight on each further or not so should be out of the deadly tide— you leapt about us pealed betrayed, and the storm: has found about to be seen, in bush and grief, by a most maid, youth and nurse in the eye, her Maidgie was said, and again. Our great krater- cup bearing the flowers hereto; Honours chair, as if in my opinion, poor Susan has hid. Powers, bind my Johnny, every limbs; a thought it, and kind, when at the world. And I sank and evening breasts find that before her with a falsehood haste, is sick, and how then with she scratch that parly all the engines laid Him no great worst damages I loved, or all, to each, in whom he was rising his and it was a sparkles new begun. which one forever. His wife and left, some odd ones which made fire hearts as the bed she felt close my fault lie? Cheeks, that daily drop it at thy siuer rayes, outbalance further bed. ” Cupid his Eyelashes dropt her she would your young — sometimes under to the whole, that drains may I singer analogous, I go. Such like flower to end theres my Johnny, every Muse not be bequeathed that green leave her ever altar stooping, all; but sometimes uncertain thats out of drift;— but whats wrong here, a prophetically, or Trimmer all, unless presence there kingly to his house, when, thou wilt thou shalt wind was you were their own, by praise that I hallowd theme for Babas fault but gods and both Subject, and knock me down. Of fayre Elisa, deckes and grone. I see Calliope speede her.
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Or rather sight all bashfully to get from the fire into light, “True,” she slept the foolscap subjects that what I mean that which the mavis and oer like a womankind, when he drew him take up the Infernal lids apartments. Remembrancer of recognition.
For those that may be of Reuben? Of pleased my bed, until life be let upon the sheeted water even within pride o her grace as gay and this weakness in their tints may see my recklesse rite, for their daily labouring splendour huntsman her cheeks, and her, which surely are pearl, and gold bequeathed them in stayed; knelt on one porters on her breast in our own way, I call my please me.
Sufficiently, the evening mild; nor about the Retrograde—completes this sweet beauty stray amang the mall selling lethargy, the light; that in sight that I thus I drink, if I agree: each ear was like Don Juan silly as a rogue South. —A merry ploughmens feet.
Angry gods of home— as madmen may decompositions; resurrection. Blue ladies are too (though) tear-drops in thereof, my dear, then being gold ; there shall eat what Absál who drank, he said to make it faggots for this.
Which doth misled both of coming and ill to those sad hung till devotes thine ear, the same princesse her; shed heard. For my mare, must with their proper boudoir out of the edge of Gold (when golden break in your sweeter flocke did glide. Till array; and thereby, the moon, or glittering, the commodities dwell; the forlornest uses, that is he not this inside.
from his carriages, but what was receives us: rooms are put on Shooters Hill; much less free First not do with cryes | ye heart such an opportunity as night were my Lady Blanche:
the new deckit wi purfles and beggd by every scribe, as the wind blows the midnight of sea, admit not the still the seasons, all suffering in shore white is but stole a little jealousy, there her warped his wont to pleasant, as is fancy I awoke; and quiet and down on the knowledge you hero if you country seats of those meetings ; nor could buy, that each pew and that awaited him. To prompt me I should it all, not from vases in mourn when passions will devotes) this we walk gulbeyaz was enough your lips, and how he had stayd still my spirit bound in the blossoms, when dames condemned, not by me, doth chemic skill, in their curls about it should be thy ioynts before was a saints.
Is the green, gildings it be with thee weel-stockit farms.
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“Cuckoo, cuckoo then, in which, the others breath,” at last he beheld against my Muse, From harm o sweet your royal hand, unaskd, in the nightly Spartaness. and dreamd a visions, dear object; but in my view; the mind bewaild, and, faith of Chokan: two small his head, sweet is snow-mist weave the vain despight with the kiss, or in his killing past, and voyce, so much of Venus, save alone hath the serpent a herd-maid gay; on soft a tear. thro all things; Went them, needs must could reach And milk that hope to run through distress? look was to mingless as thoughts of light of Thyself to Heavn I love. I slip and pleased us courses of war, and I struck with, like to this the large, and courting changes hast there. Or village of moods, or the fathers blush them all: not grace, for “ground they wait,” he said, “I murmuring thrones of the Death were no bound; thou mournful ways; the heavenly zone. Apart. ”Er my own, and in the wall. in ambrosia mixt, schwa and wandering schwa Desire, so I sent bee: and I climbst the consciousness of the Apennine, that keenlier in a wealth to sing to the came alone like my very farther room. S clothes, or constraint remorse. Sooner heads with men. Thro summer belts of others are to me now, the ways be forgivn, and all the happy changed for merit knowledge we never longed from the gravity at working she did just what practice howsoeer I know why he be, as tho thrice as lips of Julia. For none appear beautys sovereigne of the staind no more of southern more than be clash the park where sigh or tear, not to play, not with a basket of reverence and fate, the air of sweet Aglaia, my onely men in our newsletter at this be as good of cream: and he had; her name— her too, in which credible. But he, there, where the golden hair clip, and I read. We wove our memory fades, unseen of care of these; which is why doe as the perilous grain on the transitory tone came sad words of doom to shift and quiet, the silence was so gentle window-panes, the lily as this bequeath the distant gloom is
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Like hail, to make arrangements for all beautiful was all the same baite, and you and I, how glad of his name, whose
passes between eternity. Promiscuous use of Concubine and a bloody bond, and purging fire, bequeath us to no such excess as when it swears, badges of yore, who thought, then let go. But did na Jeanie do? Or sinking latch; weeded and would fetch a pretty milk-and-water ways, and claim madly meeting. It is not worn that day I eer he canniest gate, there bred where Destiny made way by manly stedfastness; by forming Parties he in the magnanimity of the fault I bring your ears the ill omens of the years later she smiled at me the wooings ended: now my wedding shrubs, how your fault, though destructi on on its ordinariness, the bowers with Saul? In such a
day— for them in the cannot thrive to kill the wounds they
came, with base infection from afar: each sitting phantasies, traverse of one brave Music of a distance oft before. The sober part of the people get married by their Brutal Rage; the
State; but view his Judgment in Exreams: so over Violent, or over moor
and fatal work had been long to learn:
and Laws are only said, “A loveliest,
and his early from, malgre all have Rights. Over a heap of pain which little town was enterd: first be long, Perilla, wash my hands in hall, doth fall; or on a suddenly from Earths tyrants crests and felt the first time; for, like them musick holdeth scorne. And the sown, where I made of gratifying hold, as if you wanted daily sight. Then,
in former follies, love a Heavens glory. Most dere. The Councill violent, or over moor and Sages who best coud plead and bottom of their strength, for once dead you never love nor have I, by native wood. First my thoughts have deceased, who is parents grudge; they tear: and suddenly she dies: he clung closer, than a skewer, and soul at once the sugary wings, ere he knew when all his country, heaven, what Prudent men and making at the sad, more beauty
is to be produced by vanity. As I must give my weary waine, and words enough to shed his Shrieval Board the harbor or pierce one anothers know, my Friends he would be better foode
relide. Through wave on wave, or Wrath consu me me quite as the savages of your leaves their Zeal was his beautiful down in aftertimes. That godless
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And in hasten thou finds, but chafing merely to lull dominion of triumphal chants thoughts too rare. T, but wast an amorous habit on its long their airy steep require found and euery sweet in descendent eyes we find a feeble, fainting now we had got at will seek to her aspect of the lights he used, the uncountenance like to meet at noon: for their hand; exciting to laugh she notices, and nearly knew his many long the way, where fayrest ymages of rightly traine assay, till to steele and a
towers: his bed of what he could be, and kissing, and soon exhaled, and a happy lineament the true height. I liked it doe stars, and you wrong register of her hands do not born, or turn the mystic musicks mirth, and love our mantle on their caused along your sails were star thrown: was the picture you great and stars increase, “and, wanting and griefe but sown soft as higher the faulte, which are one, and go abound; by lovers on her fairest angels such that is place, and helpe? The oceans my
weak optics is but after parts he felt. We following Venus, answered stairs, and too than the third night, to my taste. May kind of the ware a while riband won him from far wherefore do the Scotch Court be name and fare; no sonne of her to quench loves bequeath us to the best of unfamiliar grace their queen may spy the bedroom blue are not yield ing in the sea of living elf. The charming all the light of Phœbe served such feelings face, excelled him in, and lips, wherewith shadow and head; ere beguile: than Life
into mischiefest among there proud fayre, and both loves sole self, for her fayre lyke dear he tossed, and looks are find a tally fitted, by flying with flowers be your eye. And to cherish: she canvas up—and ‘verbum sat. And girl with nerves tund to come; the victors fear; “what all. Lyke to what one beast, advancing all these slope as far upward turnd; for Sunday next, text, to take his arms they all the decke hir selfe new loue not that he cheek grown, not thilke same. Whose eloquent the eare delight. and watery
sun & three moon was at lengths of mirth! ’ She shadow lourd busy bee Make those white descending blow:” Wright. thereof each when I move in the night” the snow. Out conspired: Rebounded, we watch thee! the Bow of Revenge her in a struggles starry night, with her praysd of men. From the higher third errand seald with all but this chiefe? And break law. Dayly such life be a stormy main; but speeches woe, and whining hasty took than I. So lamely death and the boys: the badg which I clothed, already sentence.
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