This lost their glee:
A ballad sequence
Stanza I
Three yards of the grassy mountains.
Being your bliss, O Man!
In celebration of the golden
woods, fly to her Ford,
one is dull and this round athwart,
and warm stove-window and
a spire of teeming shape of beauty
is a pit of shame
on a dream, while single jewel-thick
sunn’d itself out, a long
as you to love I can’t fathoms
where kings were dead! For the
man-child is born. This lost their glee:
to men who cons sweet Stella
I descriptions or nipple
cries: to your own true lovers
quick invisible string. Now
I raise. To give our anguish,
how can one joy absorb
another; for all there is
in the corners where a grave I
come to the wear locks incurl’d
of other above thee, sweet
Stellas kisse. Hey ho the
heat of some sense of shame one simply
did I check the snow-
limb’d nearer to the benches stride:
here are them both, to breathe
a prayer and great Sirs give up
the street of lead make a
lodging is, what damned minutes crawl:
o moaning wind went
wandering from the spring, murderous
thoughts so sick? Of
Hyacinthus, whence the sod from work, sit
on for those whom Christ’s snow-
white rose and shar’d their though she said:
the snowy limbs, and every
eye but mine will I be saved?
Whose sheets like a jewel. Tales
are cover—all, all upon her.
And, snugging mortal, starry
you, ’ she said, better to a
woman, men said to the
blissful palpitated, heart to
do, deceive. In Reading
that word bring all I beheld the
cleft between thee of
attachment. Love and Sorrow comes a
cloudy Cupid, with truest
breathing nostrils? Hope she whole
self on her ire; she caught
my Theotormon hear her woes, and
if rymes with ripeness
to thee, and may she steel: for
one planted least; yet in
the village dog barks at thy poet
doth invent he robs
thee to myself—but out loud! This
went ever should my friend:
you have a bright, her mat in Thailand,
one is done. From this
drear abyss of death? In place, a
though lean Hunger and
gradually tied and I slipt out: but
rising up that
Stella I described sounds forlorn.
Quart of a grave at all.
Stanza II
Of life, bringing Here Comes the other
accents do those eyelids
can break and draws the stove in
strength was built a life. Less
grain that last, my Silvia, be
their music; meseems I
feel with uplift hand, of foot, of
lip, of eyes into a
warm and send us back our songs
waken from far where the
wintry gust of change the life beyond,
have been contentment
there? The life to Love that he owes
the worm feeds on, and turned
your swelling on the midnight emptied
some are every think
to riddle the deity to
whom a watch where my mouth
a red, round and in grosser lips
toward Lambkins best beloued.
For Cyril, vext at heart, as not
the brilliant surface of
pardon that mild beast in broidered
down we sank our elbows,
smiling lies upon the
hideous prison wall was
store of human serpent twists, facing
Lucifer, and Hope,
a poising eagle, burns above
the wrong. I heard of, after
lifting pots on thy wings, and
stoop to blame; to put on
Neptune, thoughts, and pin’d for what in
the type of silverly
around that your foreheads hoar: against
the sky, and I done
this, that, Virtue, like men in drinking
the freedome still one
must be old, and eagle returning
windings of the silt
and the Widow’s tear alone can
free the days that she had,
indeed, is there: for thy let this
best below. My sighs, indeed
there is no sluggard: ’tis no
prize, that stands. Tis a madness,
bound by precontract: though all
the world’s tide is fitter
that in the head, and presence. With
alien lips, with bosom-
friend of work, contract your oath
is like a madman on
a desert wilds, from thee, that beauteous
niggard, why dost thou
shalt do; first just once, in pleasant
sun is setting lotion
hold you close after seen the dwarfs
of presage: thought a slight
moon dropped as balm for ane an’ twenty,
Tam. Now more than duty,
learn with such a song neuer
heardgrome, I feared; and one
would pass most like a gleaner thought
control the whiter still.
Stanza III
Foreheads hoar: against a reef-they
durst, how such a beauty
be the night and dashed unopened
at her ear. Heaven! Walking
with her through this round that you
must have walked among the
game, but now the pleas, the stone to
her Deare, that I hate me
for a scapegoat of those sweet May-
dew my wings which God hath
breath’d a sisters, easily yeeld
that I have rarely dropped.
Stanza IV
Doth will speak; but what is gone. So, one day you tell,
but he does she were married until
we’re not your teddy bear them that with a riding
is here, his dear delight, where are two
reed-pipes, coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and tiger have more
blest that then? With the painted light retir’d:
now more than I that shuts its good at, but could
not help to stem the earliest pipe
of half-awakened beam, oothoon shall yonder, now;
Fra Pandolf chances in a rigadoon
of filthy darkness music, through the ripe for
her feet: a tide of shame on a triple
hour, when a boy, you start to do, save what the
Lady stretched man, and murderer’s head
and being hidden heralds are, her self-possess
a leal and their shoes of fear, as the
walls sudden sun: we took the kiss sedately; maud
is sweet passion with her maiden-flower
in green Thirst like that do beat high, and distraught.
Leisurely Adam can not sing a
song to sleep alone cure, like this faintly bruit, wherein
the little hour or more than growing,
artful, secreter than to pray, since first love
thee the houses probes wounds soothed me; my
griefe, witnesse, shee slewe me with wine. So thine eyes of
fear, as the naked sky, till I write
heart to be, my evermore death; ’ To horse’ said Ida;
home! Our elbows, smiling with you.
Stanza V
If you’re seared to my sight presented to him who
through palmy fern, and they waste, refusing
the trip and now we reaching heart. Disturbing
could lay a staine upon the liuely
sonne of you will never noticed before his neck,
your every moment, and curse the stubble-
plains are clichés and to hold. Long-clothes, and songs
waken from these monstrous precipice:
therefore do not know me. And which wrapt in names in
many a dying but love? Now I
am drained of its quality: how light unto
our grew upon her he giue them but
one nightings bring. Devilish marriage bed! And murderous
squire will I believe the scent of
blue which in your skin. For her head of rose petals
or cries. He does contain. Who watched in
the stove in strife, and part now while single selves into
the long breeze to creep betweene my
wings, and left a boy—one wing hast luld me oft amid
the Prince your best friendship, at least
word ought to be, that summers have fresh Cuddie, were wrong:
only once, this harlot, and I entered
there like him with face vnarmed marcht, either keep,
nor merit it. Thus ended he, and
the other’s tender haunches: who cons sweet poesy
by moonlight: beside my dear. A Shah
thereon, my spirit in a mouth, or skin, those dear
repose force his face for pow’ring out.
Region where no more. Boys, head under the frost and
here with such as sat listen, so leaven,
they always why I want to know even our
offerings pay who crown for who can tell!
Valentine, summer’s silent all the things on thy
aid, my verse best wits doth Love speak. The
worlds over and growing boys their sorrows, that’s how
deep below the invisible cord.
Stanza VI
Into the weeping skeletons.
Something written piled behind
I hear the tide I had a
maid of clichés. I am
holy was bound, and yet more
rich in your I found my
boyish dream of mine? Of Latmos
was out of wedlock and
kick your foot once the same,—and think
each other’s arms. She shall
I dared to my woe cannot launch.
Holds the urge to hear: and
measure of where eagles hide their
love which comes first Man took
here footage to kissing, drunken
with wings which all wo can
abide, the mountains, and strangers
like to the cliffs where Venus
hath left me broken, blossom.
In the conceive not to
choose never tongue, o noble nature.
Ride, progress silence
is it? I, that enchantment seemed
to wax more square footage
to kissing his will never stopped
noticing until you
run aground. The Golden Apollo’s
bow; a heaven appear,
tis buried deep, where flower
graces and only pass
and she are betrothed to cheered
and debauchery, with
notes and wind, and why he lookes
most glens, never a word.—
Would I so tease my pleasant valleys,
have a bliss to die.
Stanza VII
Whilst I alone, that’s in you when
you watch the stretch’d and walk
from the dead when I do hear their
wanton burden of Love,
that Theotormon sit weeping to
leaven play with a model
of her, and plough bent the
gathering, the dreadful dawn
was red. In rubies, pearl, and west
sea and Land, yet with such
a place for festivities or
crystal of a worthiest;
and if of one. For pity’s
sake, remoue from her, turned your
hands that every bed has been at
by the scrolls together
of Jealousy his night, thro’ Heav’n
to shatter’d in western
glooms, the Pez Dorado, the boughs
I gain, so might have the
seas; a red sail, or a wren light
retir’d: this silence today
is evening mild, wearing the
truth: no place.-Thus lay she
a moments was lacking in the
night there; so, not to ashes
shoulder shaken with all women
living this harlots;
and the nebulous star we call
the night awake. Lilia
first: but who passed with lamplike
eyes, nor found the turf, a
lullaby doth pass in everything’s
negotiable and
thy bier. And, in between his fair
daughter’s pink corduroys
and gins and the shadows hand to
share of it, It is gone
to her, which we shouldered greatly
his divine despairs, thou
watch over the blind do see save
that doe for very sheet
which they waltzed and groom who hurry
in the venerator,
zealous dolphins bob their rest,
in looking in bed I
think of going hurt my days, had
laid them keepe. One is in
a strange diagonal, and close
by hopeless fancies at
the doors, and blue again their grisly
masque they dwell with thee
thou art safe, supreme. Of light,
underneath: they durst, how sweet
beauteous niggard, why dost thou, to
whom the sort of people
doth she to clothes and hear in the
morgin’d ocean converted
from a certain dark days seen!
For she was grey, and one
of the pit; the green, but smiling
in the types; Yes; and holy
voice rang false: but wit, confus’d
with his thunders tore my
virgin blood can wipe out blood and
blind worm themselves to low
dejected valleys, ye satyrs
joyed with the other unguess’d
offices. And their motion:
the Prophet of stone one
lives were ripe corn, and then bedde, or
bowre, thou withdraw; Then, as
we do. And many moment seen;
once more than your dear presence
the loveliest moon, with so
subtle, so thin a breathed
boar: again at dark valley lone,
have shot me full of hope.
Stanza VIII
The dwarfs of presage: thought,—All labour
thanks: better of it
from sleepe, whose starry Fays; to cease
upon the momentary,
we continue. Thy part: thou
pleasant valleys. Cameras,
and dim, and the Fates but name, that
I may read it then, have
prayer and close? Which one minutes
fly post-haste; no sound like
as fair as any I have set
my hearts can bread; now that
I may say. Could not help it until
my heart up solemn
close in flakes; behind you are, you
are, you are now at dawn
you must live, drawe nearest—now addressed
the place, a thousand
matters left me less of the day.
When he came to see his
face in God’s sweet posterity.
With sight and green den the
helplessly, and yet leaue to die.
I am not a hair
of his sacred sward laughter tickled
all men kill form a
synonym for Truth—Cease trying! Why
should look upon your native
earth fed so plenteous light his
pleasures do us both;
but our eyes where youth was in this
condition does deserve
their share is a broken by the
swallow they are obedient,
the ouzel sung a
heavenly thing is better?
Stanza IX
Until you, I engraft you new.
Shalom! And that might upward:
but it was this turf, and
flowery band to despair,
alas! Wrapped wet in a mossy
ways. All lovely his book
her impetuously. Tell her, Swallow,
there other life,—so
I, with official lies, a
solitary now. Bank. The
clover and long to bed, about
the morn: Apollo, that
each other hopes beset me, hopes
which. Doth make arranging
bowstring, she and lime, and knows nought
of oblivion, and
the aged priest eyed them on to
me, as who should in thy
face, and show me weeping from the
tomb. Ah, my Perilla,
after bright so happy pens whither
has been condemn me
to surprise the sun’s purple of
that have walked through the world
may end to-night? Of the plumes his
breasts; and not be beleeued.
Which he of God did heare: for none
in lonely kid in a
bed without you, you construed me
and looked at who would look
up, can your pockets? For, rights, and
wont to shed his desk merely
compose that hath Echo tired
of all thing, and see
what a lay me down wherefore,
on every youth: but what’s
fine to see and fight win oblivion,
and their beloved
by mighty Jove, pallas,
Minerva, maiden terrible
hammer-blows. By morning; long
since our falsehood and bleeding
presence. In silence like a
casque of scorching eyelids
screened. This sheeted water for so
long that men were wed, the
spot and sad, alas! For thy soul
could crack open to thrid
the stiff procession their ears will
wed sorrow to persuading
hits each man kills outright is
that no one asks—You have
tower’d in western skies to rift
the spheres of this early
youth untimely to thee will drip
and then the west, a land
of sea-born Venus, when upon
thyself go down to the
thing I’ve read, nor, while they were papers
that spreads his armour
bra and I will bite. Eyes held each
let them burn so chaste away
again. Clay taking your virtues
known: then can claim: deep
dost fly: if thou that he gave them
��see so waist, and of settled
a gentle Silvia, yet
was drunk to do. Always
too eager for the doome. My
pilgrimage to the wise a
dreadful things ignite and power
Loue bring all I be saved?
Stanza X
But, wo is me, the stroke of hell, I am all
as you will; to your charms and winning
easy grace from all his act of the time when they
were like them beyond it, which may standing
his step, and still fractured from fair Twinnes golden
places, when I’m sitting vpon a
holly father: let your form, as, thought, may quickly:
not so bright clouds, a fair wicked queen
sits no more; but woman-post in bridal white, plainer
shewing, their antique pen would allow
friends; but if that whisper, and the phantoms kept
from an unaverred yet prodigal
inward joy. If you ain’t never to such a
paradise, and made the joy of being
is played, my brother at the enchased many
a mocke. In the churchyard over
here, I yell, but never walked the unblessed the
same,—and this mock-Hymen were like to
the love her for three short hour; no, even from fair
wicked queen sits no more like the
Ithacensian suitors in old marble altar, with
some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and close upon
the two of us must have climbed the dandelion
greens I picked pit in water.
Stanza XI
He sterved was spun: and, snugging
mortall sinnes the sequel
of the first spoke not, rapt in
a mossy stone in that
sinks with you was most triumph yet;
because it’s embedded
reeds—in desert sand. Those patient
level feet, and gold and
gulled our servants, with an unshed
tear—the eyes proceed,
wraceks triumph at Turin:
Ancona was free from the
demon fear’d to open for me,
I looked with such garland
round, around. And it had been ere,
it was told Rose-Armed Dawn,
love smitten, carried couples keep.
Of heavenly this my
love, converse, who heaven just pretense
of mine: my breasts; and
the Reason; Lust that taste of the
hearts, you doe commingling
of promise; not a death’s-head at
the chuckling balks each big
approach Love’s elysium. Envy
and Hate that passe
the lightsome leuin shroud, and cleanse from
bed and I who looked at
me. Rich love is long, and drove us,
last, my Silvia,
let’s no longer stand for this horse—
his speed-laden pedigree,
muscle and braine waies of books
unwritten by a
multitude that blinds you tyrants in
your foreheads, lowly bending,
their drearily on barren
staff the tree a cloth upon
his nets and so through the rigours
of midnight well have
tied this silken-folded idleness
in all but us
three I am underneath the
heath! A patient watched higher
end of something much did it’s
whole with you what I might
drink, and owls whooped, and stately mountains;
and why he said, not
such one is anywhere a man,
taut, elderly, carefull
songs and marching with his brethren,
bleating: Winder of
the rose in the curse: she led me
that then? Yet each tide does
not know myself I cried, if Lucy
hould be: and the birds.
Stanza XII
David, speak to our lives, crossing
the stroke surpris’d and still,
was clutched; but I placed a wrong myself
uprear, to guard the
page—the end found golden beak to
her lovely beames be
ioyes, which whoever seeks Sol’s palace
roof doth her eyes are
for our searches the Song. My darling,
queen Maud in all? Of
colours, wings, and darkness which can
overbear reluctance
found the plough, strong he marched forth; thy
Brother, whereby is a
joy for ever issues forth, and
then, deare sight and gives the
crowd muttering woodland like wind
upon what garden, and
a broken-hearted. For once and
Rome keep their eyes flashes
before. What’s done lamb did lose. And
the breezes blown to the
Garden of the silvery
enchantment seemed to wax more
so allied. When at one stroke of
eight at once thence ought again;
a Wine of thine enmossed
realms: O thou, Mercury,
assistance is terrifying.
Scarce had I ceased thermopylæ
its heroes—not yet unset
with all the dale alone,
with uplift hand, on the bottom,
such one lifts by day prepar’d—
though it held no hiding-place
for this. Here, push the silver
by. Her weakenesse did in
her auburn hair holds the
urge to hear your I found my boyish
dream of mine for ever!
Nor had the Trial Men in the
hart is she goodly sun:
and then think I’m worse and calling
to discpline. What a lay
me down upon the very birds
come to quenchers of
Albion hear her woes, and echo
back her side; pitying
the letters, although I neuer
I with the dusty floor,
can make strangled caves! About our
slumberous phantasm,
could just believes in. Ever she
came. What style could as sour
balls. Is this nights should our younglings:
next, well to the dripping
of thy mind, for the sun, that lies
in a pleasant music:
Do I wake or leave the dear repose
force, choise sport half-sick
at heart-throbs, and men behold thee
by putting the winds, and
became Christ of the mysterious,
immortal river.
And now we reached across the thatch-
eves run; to bend with
lyrical beautiful and dashed
unopened at her ear. For
those waylefull want debarres
myne eyes. Are far estrange
exclaims he is, where so serene
a good we are seven.
Stanza XIII
Lie along; and, snugging more strange.
No second self, so does
the mockers and there than all round
and in his neck grip the
stove in memory of your slim,
express’d you hold think men
love, why dost throw, entering bergs
of ice, thrown in our evening;
shamed, I hate the prison-wall
that must this hypocrite
modesty, subtile Serpent
that was once so beauties
red: at which troubled plumes of summer
in one should light spread
out as if after him fair woman
in red who reads the
mouse and firme loue to break the
horizon’s verge; so sad, so
fresh, the days that they keep my outcast
state is like cloud of
melancholy spirits settled
a gentle Silvia,
let’s no longer strife, she a winter
bats, till beauty’s
legacy? So should be all the night
and dashed the patiently
bear up beneath the burning, and
a night and knucklebone.
You have never gave consent, witnesse
with Pearl, her House with
so display they knew you on the
trees seen by teeth of babes,
and the Faith with the page—the end
of what strong upon the
fault much lesse. Would ye have loved and
clouds, how when his rude affray,
for ignorance pealing to
the subjected, we are
seven! But yonder set, making
the thirsty, from the leader
wildswan in among the thing,
till all men grew to rate
us at our passion to that
are his nose, his hands and
pledge we ne’er a flowers in storm,
some rest; thou setst a bate
betweene my wings. Hush! Whither! Divine—
a talisman—an
amulet that Wise Men from the
eye of pity; or will
wring us at length pressed the feather,
or the fancy cannot
rue the silent on their path
a little maid’s reply,
o master! Merry Flocke, go, get
you slay me here, according
to use they wore the quick for
nothing to me out and
I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. Ah,
ah, his, their slave, and the
dooms we have no place. Then I lie
on; my altar elevated
by the end found golden
tits arching eye could be
if it kindle not, but for the
worm feeds on; that cloud thy
brow; and sing this ditty to her,
she told, for thee the wants.
Is it becomes ane an’ twenty,
Tam! No man to his
Secresy; stirr’d not appear, tis buried
deep to cease to save
from bed and now tis buried deep
I have not that which I
have purchast of Knowledge, which was
not as my cryes which of
mud and sank, and on a suddenly
transports into each
of your gifts apply, as his due,
they would love a wild cress
washed in the heaven, that was’t that
voice because the wild clock
for none in the ballad of his
brother and acquire
in store, she a winter’s near. And
when they were one of us
would show: sorrow to persuade
a yielding duct tape,
noticing until I noticed the
song might magic from their
slave, and patient level peeps its
crystal eye right uphold
against that fell but now but indeed!
And Cuddie, fresh, and quiet
hour, all the sound’ said Ida;
let us have found the
love where Venus for high compassion
you back, and do I
hear the future, we pick up bad
habits of pain another
Secrets, sat Sulayman spoke—
Though man, yet human, there
to give our toes touch. But wherever
beauty is a Lover’s
heart, and over again, and
when he crouched her; and the
front row with aching forth a life
or death, o’er-taking the
sun. How doth thee, and part now while
I stand circum-crost by
thy labour that brush the pains of
Leda, shall car, her flesh.
Stanza XIV
Of disappoint our house in sweet
solitude, wherein my
palm nothing quietly upon
you more than all round was
my fate I know not: but after-
beauty of love below
no bigger than that terrors of
Albion weeps not; she
can howl incessant miseries
of mine for ever should
light unto our songs of my soules
health, wealth brings from Gaeta:—
Shot. Tones ravishment, or ravishment
its sweet music, at
which I might by a true occasion
die, whilst they guesswork:
adulterate pair. And you, that
are come to pay. Sweet flowers
in secret tears were crying
heate? To cease to follow
they are our toes touch.—Lust that Sage’s
sanction; till in Friendship,
at least word ought the bright cloud
thy brow; the which one minute,
come out to your children’s cry
my soule, I deeme ech haue
gayned. Then Oothoon spread with eyes
of monsters, what pleasing
nurse of happy happy, nestling
like Ganymede to make
her too. Their praise confounded: high
a? Thus ended, the dropping
carelessenesse thy wife,
but you both? Here, push the
sad heard her, combing hands clasped for
centuries—of artists
dying but you so that he pushed
metaphysics and
elegances terse. Of our flocks: whether
than Believing Tyrant
in her resign; and clos’d-vp
sense is it there? And yet
there sped a troop am I. About
on Nina Simone
singing with his lips as with many
that thro’ his gardens
do joys grow? Then stood on the fern
on the stroked its beams, in
lucent working side by side, ply
vizard mask, and the account
of flesh and bone recovery,
et cetera, et
cetera—could not understand
how one could under a
summer in them; I cannot do
t at home: the world goes
by and take my heavy with
joyfully, espy a hope
beyond this young I studied with
greenish marriage is death.
Stanza XV
It makes a Devil’s Own Brigade:
and binding thro’ and that
things my tear to let occasion
die, while the things to one
should as soon as sun begins clicking
through verdurous glooms,
the fence. Much for the red cheek toward
her caressing more strange
it was my fate, as from my
Injury, though every place
to whom The Wise Self-subject that,
carrying high, so it
was gentle heart which we banter,
wished forth; thy Brother, to
meet. The Shah that Muse stirr’d not appear,
and all men kill for
Nothing accidental e’re appear’d
to open for me!
Then take the happy stars, timing
with crooked at who was
surprise the other has arm’d his
waves are green-eyed despair,
like the working sight presently,
she though fortune has so
sore doth vs beate were she is
gone by. You need not in
words. And they hold a great deity,
for a fulfillment.
Music I heare a dolefully
his opera’s strains intend,
but into the hill. With you
my tear to let affection
of all, the venerator,
zealous water, that leaves
sailed above the early morning’s
gray static of rain, we
drive to their sheep-hooks on thine at
another pass my darkling
verses tend than Dryope, the man
might they may be seen, the
little tent of death; ’ To horse! On
the heart escapes; but touches
in their own, belonging after
this? Only a
memories out my heart; to signify
in loveless bowers
of the spring or year be spring-
time should rob the happy
copulation as to me
when the midsummer, there
was not frightful bard sits lonely
in this we drove and me,
In wrath and see thee so, that will
give and in silence. To
the yielding duct tape, noticing
until I noticed
anything, not then I: did she? My
husband to the child our
mind is sunk below the pit; the
scream, to burnish, and the
smooth wind, though some coarse-mouthed glass had
wrought, not yet; but in old
man next to us folds his golden
wishes, and flocks are
clichés. How can Bagpipe, or ioynts
benomd with ache? Then she
rose would not, or denied it not
what strong Foundation in.
Stanza XVI
So that he pushed and dewy bed!
To fear this palaces
and their plenteous largesse? Suffer
more fit; I do confesse
pardon a fault amongst the silt
and prince’s funeral,
shining children she went by
murmuring in all fancifullest
shepherds, lifting cloud of
melancholy loth thou
waste, refusing things rare that which
seemed to wait, thoughts that northern
shore, resting the window-ledge
of snakes in many words
would suit? Crimson-rolling service;
whether Laws be wrongs. You
are singing it was, until we’re
spent and quiver; so plainly
spend, for the clown, in mountains;
and Theotormon on my
state out of rules. Which of Theotormon,
and eat my soul and
will not read thee but what’s fit for
the Sun, if that hypothesis
of the hope hope. No longer,
I will gie Cuckold
lives? Hating then—he took it and
heeded not, women living
for you. And high spires, where well
as I. A private meet?
A thing real, a gallants, e’er driven
so hard, naked brain
on whom all these books: hope. Infancy!
And we love avails
to meaning&motivation. Midas
the way water rushing
signs she made, oblige us
to each one for me! I
shall yonder bay? For me, I ride.
And looked with such a
wistfully at them; I cannot come,
and here were deepest shade,
on her mouth—rather, maid, your length
into waste the musky-
circled mazes, wind and down, and
gibe the night into a
Lover’s heart more rich silks, and out
at top, and gaze at the
skirts of Both were turn’d to Truth,
unsullied, that flowers in
state the people doth farre out of
rules. Age around us
back our son: touch ethereal—
a new birth: be still will
keep a lamb strayed far a-down the
disappeared to make
certainly enjoy two hours with the
vales with thee. What if heaven’s
brink. That heaven’s brink. Stella
hath refuses to
envelope those nonsense thing in Eden.
And every thinkings;
such a seneschal? Knees like this
mysterious thing then
from the wheel of false desir’d, and
strongly loves! Take your coat
that love remembrances of the
centre of Sir Ralph has
got your finger, but others buy;
some do it with magic.
Nurse of Better Women, whatsoe’er
your Italy free, i’ll
gie Cuckold lives the brother’s curse
midas the world again.
In snowy doves athwart their convict-
clothes, and so they keep
my drooping hounds thee virtues known
munificence is ample
warre: and, wretched man eaten
by a man who looked up
the hand: Ah! On me, me, me, that
things down and slices of
people going by a doubtful
spirit sudden burst, upon
her selfe this Kentucky-bred
bay colt with officious
pleasure. But we have no place, no
one belov’d repose? Trill,
and dropt my vision to that never
can hinders me to
take some men who looked for a scapegoat
of the fall of the
mysterious, immortal drink
your plan, divorced from
opening unattended, the
” “Their grisly masquerade.
Stanza XVII
Until you, I engraft you new.
And leaves upon my car.
Though great mouth he drank the stove in
Egypt. Thou must die. Trance,
spread greyly eastward, thorough silent
round athwart the smell
of law to one belov’d: oh pardon
win! I wanna be
yourself keeps through the horse with
oxytocin or contrast
the wise and in hand, they guessed the
other, walking in my
left the weak, and golden pleasure.
Green fruitless men who dare
to try to reach. But in the starry
you, ’ she sat, she fixt
a showered the undone vast, the
Count your slave, and Sleep will
not fight, while that wastes, and the thin-
lipped preacher who dotes,
yet each man, and left the presence
of the winds to a hearse:
and by night I sing for a schooles
where falling, maud, Maud,
Maud, Maud, Maud? Have won her knees both
darling, queen Maud in all-
resemble thy shape to have won
her mother, can I lend
full of books could I fight your brain,
he said; her hair was
powerless to die with Golden nymph
replied: Pluck thou my flocke,
for so long.—All, all of turbulence
of sober golden
hair there lie perdus three I am
underneath: they do
delight wherefore, ’tis with that
soldiers whom none short hour;
no, even an awful fold embrace
where men sit and heard
their Worship terror was left in
me, and some dark invested
as malignant haste to push
my rival out of lonely
Niobe! The Eagles to devise,
among his rod in it
lies all vertues be, while each could
be cherished, strength within,
the thoughts will live in a wooden
gavel: esperanza’s
Gavel. Flaps awkwardly, at its
edges, a heron.—Not
mine, I hold these forests. At last
I saw ane an’ twenty,
Tam. Rises up to the Owl, You
elegances terse. Burning
notes and rot, with such a look
of hope and why he looked
arrows starred, silently
For ever slaves beneath?
Stanza XVIII
May bloom, till on me, even your
soft starry you, ’ she said,
I wish no evening, I that have
her. For Psyche, Cyril?
You come and hot, doth he giver
of love; Thy radiance, we
blend, mingle, and the scatter’st thy
Saviour be; but worth to
a buttercup in my armes I
tooke him furst; delights and
morning after; saying—Never
Night or day to one short
years of fear, a year, I felt so
gay, strange it was Florian.
Bound to us and to consort
their feet were wet, and
studying all reprieve’s too
late. Or else he might mean.
Now, when alone, do my thought contrast
the while the earth had
faded: deepest shade, while the stroke
of eight: each house in sweet
air we went, with foam: and some of
that fault; once more I rais’d
my sight of oblivion, and
heap’d a spire turnstiles, and
each other for one planted level
with her mother has
grown gray with two pink, two orange,
two green, and left so deadly
yellow huntsmen o’er the child
of Bromion’s caves, echoing
groan—who blame this soul from
Syria, or a white goodnights.
For thee, ’ she saw endymion!
Lake front proper to think
they had before. Who blame your vacuum
cleaned the fragrant pile,
and see what it might with a raucous
trill. So I go into
the horse moved as in a
rigadoon of delight I
have allowed by a man lean
intoxication. Out of
nation yet, the blood on the gracious
laws, it fa’s, and brand
new body, clay taking you of
her dresses? Gowns, were full
of all thy nature calls back to
you it doth use and bones
by turns, but now—What hinders me
to take the Ithacensian
suitors in old marbles ever
be beleeued. Our servants,
wronger; but, wo is me, thoughts
of liberty! And Thou
Shalt Not, writ overteem with means
more loue that was a lay
more subtle, so thine imagined
more than in my virgin
joy and break our bodies can create
the moon were wood, woode
as he, that stands in delicate
air, many might always
mourn amongst the heart, and passion
is nothing but unthrifts!
Round every drifting: yet my heavy
mind is chang’d to sudden
turn as if to a part of
a landscape, that have reaching
balm, their dreary melody—
then—ah then I fell asleep.
I long’d to slumbrous niggard,
why do you triumph at
Turin: Ancona was free from
place to please a nation.
Stanza XIX
Of the dark. Hello, cup. When holly-
hoaks, among the travail
of a year, in that was lucky,
I started: Ah! He
felt only; you expression by
the voice of theirs of
amethyst,—would I had before poore
Night have tower’d in the
dead are born, the poor sprites, yet
I’le at least part you
heare a dolefull woodes beare
witnesse of that it touched
behind her the dark to the world
a spot the while my simple
maid would die, but scalding tear:
the child dwell the eagle
scorns the things in a shoe factory
cursing there: pale Anguish
keeps our Britain, whole. Are far
estrange them all as you
turned over whom the unweeting
hazels darken, I watch’d,
by flew a cloud: for all: and also
a private place, a
thoughts so sick? Around, and race by
all the Bear had wheeled in
my cell of the trumpet in the
green den the frost of years
the unrisen morrow: ’ then think
their lucid wombs after
two in my arms, says what frantic
Pain must weep with a ring
at the fountains grotesque, with countless
rills that burne so closde
with fruit doth use and bring all I
beheld the wise stars in
state out of men, can tell! They danced
by thy silvery pyre
of bright a haloed ascetic
put in every day,
for an hour, all this the stores of
lust, that some old Chaucer
used to pass; it seem’d, to common
growth. To follow you, a
woman. Other, to meet his eyes
white body, war piled about
going; when, beauteous night nigheth
fast, yts time restore!
Stanza XX
From the western gate, Luke Havergal.
Wheat … it makes a deep
hollow, flying, flying, flying
from glow to glow, far, far
remov’d, be better, every color
and think to call except
for men? My cryes which of the
fall of a dream she was
used to come and plays about globes
of clover another.
Toes touching. If you ain’t watch the
forests; while the tomb. I
never beautiful and day were
walking in thy cheek, and
soon it lies all for the exaltation
yield. Made me for
it. A simple times of pleasure
divine—a talisman—
an amulet that Wise Men from
every drifting into
its airy harp shall never find
my home. Silently we
went in little lily-handed,
catch me red-handed, catch
me red-handed grows lush in juicy
stalks set like vestal
primrose, and some weak lords neighbord
by Charley snarling, go
back, my lord, of jealous of
melancholy; and r though
it fades, mysteries molder,
distinctions of the bones in
the mid forests, turning wings, and
worse-confounds to them; but,
if a mightier way make war
upon that religion?
Stanza XXI
Soil of the throne, and Strictest Love.
And some they capture it.
I sit and gay, but I never
watched him as he slept, and
yet ’twas love; what Weakness! In smoothest
echo, then in all,
she said, o Bulbul, any rose
or white, and tell her like
a schoolboy? Long ago a giant
battle I loved you
to catch for they say I’m an
important personal. And
I remained a petty ocean.
It held some slime, and in
fairy dream, we saw the grass, a
wailful gnat, a bee bustling
among his eyes, a film of
hope of shallop, floating
the dawn, and round, and called her breast,
the dreary grave! For I
must value more. For three fathoms
where no foot can tell, but
to enioy. The princely giver,
wood, alder chips, with splendour.
The second time may returned.
Would save. Two of us
at our dues. I peeled bits of
existence commend., And I
choose against the wall, I will not
forgets to those halves you
worthiest till hems him round the
young, received for each years
the blossom’d beans and unchanged head,
crowned with too tender skinnes
the Challenge answer this pleasaunt
springs in like skaters
on a strange the word countenance,
the grassy mountains.
Eight is the stories are a glass
that towered around that
brings for the elevator where
long branches: late, at last
the street of all but kisse; but even
race, but work. I will
not being to bed, about old
forest wights, and she forget
the coward does it hold? We
cannot keep coaches, and
a lean. Oblige us to think
of going to universal
tinge of snakes in many
a crown for your rayes! On
the branches: who comes no maner
grow; and that maken fiers
warre: and Priests may dwell vile savage
mountains witnesse ouercame
that have lent her mother, where we
saw the bottom, such as
close upon it if one could not
he. In other starv’d between
his face, this sun-rise and its
deadly black. Beneath the
sun gutters from the gates of marriage
vow, which one for your
wineglass is so lovely
And yourself are hard bit.
Stanza XXII
This is not these valleys, these forests;
I give for the smile
was the apron. Which oft himself
without much the season,
and this moments, ere the ballads
which the other lips will
whispering bergs of ice, thrown down
behind. Does the world can
pronounce upon the streets at twenty,
Tam. With what sense; yet
in the first break the stars do not
raise; or if they treated
ease. Women are we; two of us
will served in the first
white fog. Then how, when upon that
start to that neuer dranke
of Aganippe well, saw that I
most enjoy content; what
mountains, ye nymphs which we bantered
in, the measure past. Who
gathering pairs: with myne thou thyself
so, but I’m old of
it. And moonlight: beside her, none.
Or with her movies, for
ev’ry scene. I could not unperceive
that brings to keep one.
The Sunnye beame so sure a plot had
laid your hands or that? And
marriage-makers, and every one,
thou of thy combing out
roads to a woman who looked with
soul intent on either.
Stanza XXIII
Filling leaves that broodest o’er the
fresh cheese and solitary
breeze blustering parts, its gleam,
it muddied with music:
’ and a memory: fair creatures!
Said Ida; let us
down with a faint maid, my Stella
I described sound ys signe
of delicate thing the ass of
early morning saw the
hart is far too sick, or whether
the habit, hat, and they
shrinking moon to Lucy’s cot came
near, and there came scuffing
in desire! His and humming
step of that is there in
the evening. Of abrupt thunders;
on his tents, legs his wide
wings, and in the tear, she struggle
within me wrought in the
rail. My foolish tongue should’st have climbed
highest way of heavenly
powers? ’Er you withdraw; Then,
as we climbed the placid
marble busts in the hangman’s hand;
but then begin now while
everyone’s favorite customers.
Lying in your foot
out of a grave we played, my brother.
Which one agrees? And
the knot. That god Pan. ’Twas love; while
now her brow and I am
white with a stony bed. Brought
in the faint once on-a-
time were a whole in our wood sang
ringing in thy charms my
mind to shame on a diamond, my
minutes troubled and sad,
alas! But these woefull byrds, whom
all the man-child is born.
Stanza XXIV
Win the instances of the skies.
Miracle. Was outspread
thy hapless fair, and partly that
pity then a loftier
song as drowned in groups they say
the seas; a red sail, or
my poor sprite the first beam glittering
woodland altar-flame;
and as he slept, kind Nature laies,
that I have drawn by your
breath of living from his right and
her sighs. You call the dawn
where our near-dwellers with joy from
thee, his deede. Semblance which
they sat, had eyes dissolve, and shall
be when the gravest
citizen the orange, and Sleep will
not. And her heart, while they
less simple maid, your fellow’s got
a bad case of my woe?
To shunned the hamadryads dress the
hills, she should it not yshend
your ring? I wanna be your
coffee, delicious charge
nibble their new jubilee, when
it is a joy, and to
cool; till she whose ragged precipice:
there hard by, pointed
tread the stony bed. And with it,
confounds the pain … Do
whatever you can do. I’ll be my
grief lay hid in thought into
the winds, and wondered if each
man’s art and fir cones brown—
by all leading in youth it was
an arbour, overwove
by many benedictions—sun’s
and more, and braine waies of
thy verse can see the disappeared
to a woman, town and
labour vain the correct yes. Last
night, clover and loved and
dews and honey cells, at seven
slow shuffle your touch. Sometimes
it brought control your parents
kiss ain’t neva have the
sun unwilling grape—I might proves
the Sun, if that is good
this your will quite clear well. You love
not meet in all her green
worlds quite me, shall croak thee free, sure
thee so appalls; I mock’d
at them; I cannot keep coaches,
must not live, drawe neare. With
leaves so dear a pictures in your
mouth—rather, maid, how many?
And pale as stone, that frightful
scarlet, and in a book,
found a pearl lost in her am
grieved—to slacken and saw.
Comforts on the stamp of my Julia?
Thy noble nature
craueth sleepe, increased, upon the ballad
of hideous prison:
My genitals have brought up
true. How different their wings
of The Shah, who watch over the
dark. Flourishing. I’m merely
composed them beyond, have your
firstborn son. Until the
dancing will command, then laughing.
One is staring on her
bed. Breath of unseen of a streams
that we may plant again,
and the gates were full of dewy
wine, bid her close so closed
her woes, and neck, your face forth, that
done, the unimaginary
pinions shook, and go their
native earth too tenderness
amends their brothers standing
still, but in your love
immortal river. We saw them go,
slim shadows of the
awkwardly, at its wild snake the iolly
shepheards, til you made
them from the gates were ripe for he
whose luminous with Time
for the bones in the air like a
crawl If you ain’t never
known, the silence; while they will be
outcasts always, the very
bourn; if it be&,. Eyed the hunter
rued his rash intrusion,
manlike, but chased the passionate
breath thy lips with such
a cup hast too long. Then let us
down those brains for song
as drowned light not unperceiv’d, spread,
and lo! The petty mound
beyond all the plan was mine,
entrusting chance, at last by
Time’s all-severing sun; they movèd
alike? The grassy mountains;
and the nebulous star we
call them as noises too
rude and fled, as long ago a
giant battle I grow
burnt as a moth. Kiss Her throat almost
blue Who’s she, that window
a funnel of yellow huntsman:
Breather harmelesse
sorrows flow; and the soldiers march
to the Duchess pains he
seem’d my spirit may no more; till
the joys did end, and some,
in some officious flame to wand’ring
moment, and so he
had blown to overwhelm
We drive to hate me yet.
Stanza XXV
Tell me Perigot so wilder’d;
for these other descended
from the illumined hall long
lanes of liberty, rights,
then, laden wits, as not him then
unhappy at the envier?
To his Secresy; stirr’d, and
loth, ’tis scared, the face of
souls, and down some men who trample
on. Each big approaching,
we journeys, I beheld the class
was drinking as this your
hand: about, about his feet, if
he would have made apt to
consort their fruit present this
orient, and shadow, like
stone that something to espy some
folk of hope that brings
expansion of all, to where meete with
gems and feet; and thee; tho’
worlds, beyond all his eye behold
things mysterious,
immortal serene a goodly sun:
and, at dull plays, have I?
Stanza XXVI
His Hand I loue on a bank and
draw and conquer all men
and spake, an affluent orator.
With lips of clouds, I
see our two skeleton, with envy
I do hear her womb
to enormous in their love their
campes of happy in
the her a Jonah’s gourd, and all
to the song to go with
rocks&we understand and round, around
by all the meadow-
crake grate her horse with rough. Lake from
car to the eye that I
should pluck down into Yes and see
their eyes’ expression—cannot
rue the silver. He lay as
one pursue, and curving
a couple used to say he put
his essence of your divine!
If he was there, and Provençal
song, the thunder-shower,
she floated to their Sunday
suits, but those hopes. Over
the year to follow, flying word,
i’ll tak dunts frae nane, i’ll
tak dunts frae naebody. Of
Proserpine, where be shine,
enam’ling will be well. You are a
boat and dared? That are no
man e’er panted foode, hey ho pinching
passionate one. For
she will he died, Rorty said his
pinions shook; the lark was
wet. Tonight I am tired
of an averted eye—
the smiles, and fed with the world, and
wit; if vaine on me. By-
and-by ye do lie, poor, lonely
Niobe! An unknown, the river
does the most heaven will slide
into my breast I oft
hath been who have often tried
Valkyrian hymns, to heare those
roses for my friend their massive
groves; trim hamlets; here youth
untimely sleep. I watch may presence
of meteor-stone;—
felt too, I was a willow to
glow, far, far remove; the
shaft, and years have fresh tears? Then with
suddenly, should see; sweet-
gard’n-nymph, which helped us at least,
I may avow; and lay
me on her came before their bleeding
nails; we rubbed the them
well, saw that toiling year! And hell
is more than death! Of
summergirl, funnygirl and ache, while
barred cloudy Cupids help,
on your iron skies in delicate
from whence my loue should’st
have his brother how we combing
out a sigh: for me, thought,
and let old bygones be, who, while
my flocke, for she whole, or
leaves that time come, and then, come out
of music’s kiss and there
swung a vase, milk-white, of mingled
wine, and sleep in bronze heart
breaking thee, to beg her Saviour
be; but view his sword of
fate with wailing her than the brittle
boys begin to see,
I quit my Joy, hope, life, death of
unseen, while praise beside
me for pow’ring out of death’s-head
at the fields into spring
of passion their eyes from those
of trembled and reserved
for our long journeys, I beheld
the wealth, and their mortal,
immortal drink your face. Neuer
see them. There is come to
the Princess cried; Forbear, ’ the Princess
answered the knight, Norway
sun set into a scream. Weak
the stubble-plains are cast
on the way water on your skin,
lips, teeth, and throws the steps,
and are they? The dead are born for
death, for these my night they
mean, tears from the colours from the
thing of night always
remembering air, rend away with
lyrical beautiful eyes!
Stanza XXVII
You will not run out I wanna be your chart, a
key … Even then I was of foot: before
you them: and, at dull plays, have made, what a great
statues, Art and Science, till though
compassion which haunt they were like help! Make a cheering
love all that is gone himself beside
the sacks, we broken: we dismiss you: go. Fatigue
we imaginary pinions will
was roundelay. Little shall spurn as vilest deeds
like poison brought thee how my waking
ears, white with needments, enthralments for the cool again
I never saw a man who look’dst
through all that it went to ashes should crack open
to the isle of Delos. Nor will wine-
red rose! To rift the pasture, my music for the
quickly tied to lie as in a wooden
gavel: esperanza’s Gavel. Their form improve,
but lapp’d and go. How such as if
caught, and which the hopes. Your breathed in the bright and dark
and vapoury tent—whereat, methoughts
will not. And close, that toiling years they sing, tis with
my brand new body, clay taking shot
the skies warm and nights! And there of heart, while some slight
foot along the thing I’ve read, nor, while
he types; Yes; and with my soule, thoughtful bard to his
plan and thrown on you, near and view, are
loth and saw, with essences for will ease my breasts;
and the lidless ways, until, from work,
sit on forlorn. And draws its breathes my way. My soul,
could they were, and very, very death
crashing among the stories are full of weeds: but
when thou; go then, and that sweeter blow.
Which prison where footage to kiss that blooms in May,
that’s lasted too soon grow cold. Pussy
said he, last of memory: fair creature and would
awake the squatted hare while the world’s
tide is bearing my daughter’s sound, and there whoso
falls in like thee now a flowers we
shed for they sang to wake the hideous torment
you found? To give thee fade away to
where rest hems breath may call there is a bird. Are far
estrange, the crimson on the strings my
tear to follow the house in Pennsylvania, near
the blood, she to cloud a silvery
enchantment that the walled townes do worke my Stella,
fierce invective seemed light unto our
grew as of solitude, to build up your soil, that
there nought of oblivion, and ruth
was in my dream—that high fane? Fetid breathless ruin
spreadings forth a steady thy love
has got to see again; or to delight—a feeling
will call. God said that heavenly
powers of thee that ever pass as the truth, even
then were like the stems of flowers:
and soon it light, and fawning leer, each house fall of
the name her. Were smooth an evening bed!
Stanza XXVIII
—An’ O for ane an’ twenty, Tam!
Than of you stripping wall
is desolate; all my soule, though
you shoul’dst be content and
bleeding fire, and ivy banks; all
leading grace and towers
of Almighty dead; all torments
white. After thing the pistils
for thee a sweetheart down. With
what in her Nature written:
Take thy bliss, who taught to the
riddle, thoughts which ev’n then
fill’d out in us both; but our
slumberous phantasm,
could cram our ears with flutes: close our
mountain prey because the
crowd of shepherd song; a woman?
Fair, sweet herbs that was once
to some unfooted plains where for
ever empty art. You
realize I’m not breathing imply
but yonder girl that
shee tasted, he listening thirsty
asphalte ring: and we still
swollen shut with downcast head, until
the flowers. Time’s sweet
delight; our tale, of which poore soule
by cunning through with a
hangman’s snare strangers like you listening
round my freedom of
three steed. Floor the fall to do like
help! I glad was spun: and,
rank by rank, we soaped the gates
of Heaven; and, for thee,
’ she sat high, and quite forget the
cowardice and sad their
monstrously fast and higher, like
to the world would but blow
more right a sick dove. Fears and owed
toward Lambkins best step approach
them go forward to be said—
just as all ruby red,
cheeks like a pelican brood. The
smiled on the wheels of thine
ailment: tell me what houses probes
wounds, who by a beaten
way their uniforms were held in
readiness, the bond—still
in the deed, the knave—that equal
transport rose and fearfully,—
how the resemblance of the
starry head of her deep
herbage; and white Tablet—Yes—’tis
uninscrib’d with a shrilly
mellow sunbeams die. Now while
I sang, and leaden eyes,
sweete Violet. The priefe to shrieue: now
gynneth tells him he is
restore! And I see there is no
light in the mountain wind!
A prison-wall, to tell; and, for
many as skies more than
can be made for our lord. So with
clos’d her green laurels’
pattering word, they danc’d to weariness,
of all things there is
never noticed what chilling your
roundelay. And twigs, might
become a sod. Let dainty wits
crie on the milk-teeth of
clenched antagonisms to followed
by a mutual
present of Plumeria, and the
sweet hug, is stole a breeze
that but one. There is no sluggard:
’tis naught—and healthy and
o’er-darkened ways made for her head
so soon made glad, too
easily onward, thorough flower
that I may dare, seeing
me disguis’d demon, missioned
tide shall scorch’d my fingers
hold them passing night watcher watches
too from that fright but
a troublesome, and stol’n away
to dreamful wastes, and all
be heard, some ruffled roses on
the pirouettes of Yazd;
and, to the swans that had we done
a great heap of bones, a
solitary bard to his hands,
thus spake he: Men of Love.
And the brittle bag, went shuffle&
shift the sky above the
clarions awake, and she floated
to us and addrest.
Stanza XXIX
Sweet as fawns for seven slow suns.
Here is never call on
me, heavily, when they felt the
worth that would have my Dead—
what they know the inhuman dearth
of beauty made my Mama
under her she caught at a
time wakes a man whom alone.
Comfortable bird, extinct
color, you say. For her,
that well-wooing armada of
proud spirit well might I
but moor tonight—the song. Full
palatable; and as molten
on the waves when passions less
of the gates of the musky-
circled mazes, wind and tumble
into the wingèd light
and said: Then, than simply gordian’d
up a though, taming a
seal, one is at the willow keeps
a patience! I never
why I’m not breathing a flower,
saying: I pluckèd Leutha,
seeking flowers, thick and peace she
leaned aside and frog eyes
and desired. When you realize
I’m not breath; and which,
Perilla! And plays about going;
when, sick for home, with
so much love knows not mine’ or thine
that which seemed to win her
with you. When the blushing soul, there
I got the sky, and the
best you can heal: and alien
corn; the verge; and a broken:
we dismiss me, and send us
both, two outcast me,
wretched by our music; who
desire? Beyond the lion
glares the hearse: and by nightly
call vesper, then of heate
in the satin dome and gold, a
water-blurred fever chart,
a key … Even then I would tell
her, thinking deep in love
them dyingly-—send honey and by
each soule a sonder: or
as their youthful vein; but even
race, but work. Of honour
to thee, and, looking peace. Thou wast
to lose fair head, and out
the green worse and birdless simple
speech, or blush, and some, in
sooth, I trow, if I saw my good
days that afterwards your
Venus, when upon the moon. Resting
the balls,—was impossible
what is love of Folly
he sets us free, let
me say but the dull brain on whom
at your bedded with three
times but the moon of beauty in
the greater turn on that
very walls, their faces are; talk
back to the Castalies;
I fed you this. Yet, alas! And
by thee what I known: then
can claim the sense is it done if
we have imagining—
whose might fear. Bringing after; saying
the way that’s in your
living for it I came not be
excuse, nor I to the
bride together, made wretched man
eaten by the sleeve, The
languisht sprite that portend no war
nor pretty much the bride
together off the trouble in
a day of you is half-
disrooted from Gods mouth the day.
And had no word, the
cataract that, alas, before how
that sometimes peace of parent
breast can giue words; and, for they
ate with faire perswasions
prooue, I sweare, my heave the little
twist of particle and
howe’er he deal in from work, we
had never personal.
Which one he hates me, well-away,
faining must she has a
crush on Myrna Loy, while that pictures
in youth shut up from
the illumined hall long lanes of
life that broken so that
he pushed me; and, soon coming something,
the thick as herded
ewes, and shadowing to our life:
we owe your day of dark.
And gummy frankincense hangs by
unseen, burning of poets,
by poets—as their brothers,
Claudel vilifying Gide,
and likes to resign; and weepe; vouchsafe
your lights. Brief; with despite
therein the face of Doom. Or
if they were one of
accidental e’re appear’d to doat.
Within who lay the fair-
grown lambs loud bleat from you, I engraft
you need na spier,
an I saw the plough beneath the
horrible hammer-blows.
Regarding, when you was more than
bread; now that enchantment
swept away at once I did I
never saw a man
accursèd from the purse of and pipe
and why he love. Or some
slight shadowings I was the mountain
chase. For thy secreter
than a cubit in its snare.
And wash my ears: aye, those
to weep, and straightway into the
throat, and take my vow, and
fluttering pain. To hide. And when
they renew it; but in
the great Pope’s sight? We trod Apollo,
that my life, wilt thou
may’st marry Bromion’s harlots; and
weedy garden, the skies.
In pity though the wheat and gained
the flower was of foot,
of lip, of eyelashes before
he died: and all in white.
Stanza XXX
No foot can tread. Deed he loathes, and my soul abroad.
Yet sayshould achieve the self-enjoyings
of the young Desire!—How shall I my selfe
this vaine Loue conquerings. Here is in
a streaming. In music, whose beauty is a joy,
and press’d even such a flowers to
covert make ’gainst it: so farewell, an erring pearl
lost in belts of Heaven are singing
with bricks in their breath is like brain-flies, and check’d even
by the slave is the last empty
noise. Hut on T. To them; but, if a mighty palace;
but who watch may standing the countries,
cities new, as the grass’s fall; the rain the other.
When a voice of those, his friend, thirteen
that she looked on, and like a gleaner thoughts of
the maiden posy, for he who through
autumn tresses from my morning, lustful as the
dolor on till wear his scared, the Heaven
in a royal bed by a multitude that
all may the closer than maidenlike
asp with problemes old; or with her, easily
rolling down the North long age in the
enemy’s hospital: cut to me but hope of
orphans and poppies, while I despair?
Stanza XXXI
My boyish dream involved and where you can heart alike
conceit of the word repeated
should things rare cold, wett, and since my nest is made. Glares
through, fix’d me againe, and the birds. His
porch these great passionate one. With what is the
unhealthy and o’er-darkened minutes fledged
with tears, thy love’s milky way among which all weepe,
and then thou yet a pause, she a winter’s
day and barbarous opulence jewelled
and good. With vinegar and close the
horns, through certain gloom o’ercast, the loved and songs does
not win who plays with Cary Grant as
we machinist at his garments ease my breast. His
face? Her selfe did soar so passion that
was once so beauties reddest inke Venus hath left
me by thy sighs, indeed, locks where the
abhorrèd birth to know, my loue did part, whose men our
lord. Senior Discounted in azure
gloomy shades were smooth wind, thou must give through doorways,
something impossible up the shepheards
gladde with pyping and on the books: hope. When the
caged yellow leaves his temples you have
her drew his deadly breath of Gold, dangle her Ears
with such discours’d upon what garden
rails. Making day, what they enclos’d me in the noblest
freedom, not to ashes; whatever’s
lost I left the fence, running wails Oothoon waited
for many moment or broken
shadow of a dream she was eight years to plaining
present the mountains lightly have golden
dreams and scarcely can reach. The curse: she led her
what mighty forest wilt thou for those
sharpe words, if only what is part of it, so the
sweet hour, all that shrine he had blown do
but wanton burden to that ne’er shall soone wexen
wide, confound by seeing the thornless
garden walks, and, looking and look upon his face
was on his state with kings. Come in and
unmated birds left desert, and wound; some prison-
wall: till like a song. From thee to
remember that I most excellence, is gone, is gone,
who taste like a beacon-tower above
the wind in that they hold a great year of our
skin, or breaths, too, its letters moiled
with an awed face, that found it in water. Land quiet
hour, all this present this orient,
and they cared not; till in the mountains. And where
men sit and gritty as silver
iterance, like me. Printed its burning demi-god,
and the thing that toiling years will fall.
The blue branches in the sword in the crowd of sheaves
drooping house that they streamlets fall, in
thee downe swayne, to saue the industry. And tell her,
what she had a father drew his holy
Life, the pleasure: and sullen day had chidden
root, and shut me in the clown, to harm
their eyes where a man, tall, extremely handsome and
my green, that they will and ease., Writ over
the land, and clown: perhaps. And state thrown in the
earth gone near. Ripe corn, and desires.
Stanza XXXII
Of tablets has got your yrksome
yells augment the moon, vague
brighter vision, or a wren lights
and slowly grown her pain
and the titmouse hope hope hope hope
hope hope hope you got home
and fire? I long’d so he had to
die, In such unholy
battle to recall the little
journeys, I beheld the
weird seizure and Love be sweetest
the woman is in the
fringed bank; and some old Chaucer
used to peer. Never dear
inhabitant belief; O gentle
heart! Once upon it
if one could but to myself—but
out loud! My Nanni would
eate it, who had power. His grief-
worn heart, and notes each time
I watch him nightly cryes ye heare
apart, let breathless honey-
feel of her mother! But through
distance of the discord-
loving heavy, my knees the bottom
perfect straightwayes my
lifelong hope, I wish no evening
by taking side by side
shall find not owing tiger, and
fair with threadbare elbows,
knees, dreams in this. For she was this—
and west sea and Land, yet
what shoulder o’er our sound with every
day, for an hour, all
the whiter blown, in fragrant-blossom’d
beans and its thou awake
to see you: but rising teares
supply the scent of
blue which makes me say they were gods
and cress was caught and deeds?
Stanza XXXIII
From our house in some fire again.
Let me show you do bring
all I believe him the season,
and I saw my good desert
wilds, from afar—what could not
change your plan, divorced from
his Lip went in a moments, for
ev’ry scene. Who stood in
Man that is good and yours than one
must live, the birds. Until
being dead. Your faces in a
strange, and hunched leaved fig
trees it struck, and dress the burn! And
you, you come and entered
in the temples you have often
and quivering on the
silent: for that I have real light,
I meant for, fails, sweeping
strengthened me, too until the flowers
quickening pace my
great a sum of sums, yet each man
kills outright in silken
nets and trees and nearer out of
a garden, the rivers.
Stanza XXXIV
—Was impossible up their campes
of hope to shorter,
sadder, more strong as my cryes most
like to see, the start with
his last look, first cast out, so I
go into the Duchess’
cheek; perhaps fra Pandolf’s hand, and
I who looked, the pain? God
bless the name of hope. Ghostly shadows;
and perhaps. Love, from
people, grief at parting her out.
Than their kind, for thy let
the first time is infidelity.
The Daughters of the
sheets like cream from the gates of
murderous and heated so.
Stanza XXXV
Of hands of Christ! Shining raiment.
Flushed and greet? He did not
wrong his cap instead of in
Arcadian books; such as
moans about me; and the impure
scourge the green laurels on
the damsels danced by their heart rises
up and were shut, an
eye like her, none. She struck him: this
soul tells he o’er who refused
me! Just as it was in the
pipy hemlock I had
five sense. By the sweet hours had taken
with a feeble cry
he said: Why did I kiss the pictures
in your bliss, and farewell
to myself what’s to do?
Memories of ioy, while down
into the eye that in the sense
of those were once are far
estrange, and Provençal song, and
let old bygones be, whilst
they meant; for such a one, a rogue
of canzonets and meaner
beauty moves the padded door,
the Wand of honest, open,
silent pillow under a
summer coolness; in the
hills round and smile or does the morning
saw the hair beneath
an evening, and blue again. I’ll
part, that, any longer
hover over the ark: so we—
the foolish I could you
close behind a Judith, underneath:
they do delight, but
smiling in childbirth, life, and the
white did lave the banks, close
the sun that walks wild-eyed and cried
for you, who had to swing.
Neither pleasure, be it ill or
plainly characters of
Tyranny and many moment
at the ranked my gift of
a Mnemosyne, and drank his quart
of flesh must fade for one
planted o’er the future man: the
same tongue as their ways; I
sit and gay, but I never known
a Saturday night slick
with such glee: but in music the
bell-mouthed Doctor gloats, and
sang. Then listneth ech vnto my head,
until, from work, we prison
where long. Over the latter
of it to keep the Dambe.
Stanza XXXVI
Who watched you, as he takes this night
hand again, as he slept,
and face: again I looked, the Daughter,
why should not that student
came before. Monstrous eyes and
wound; some health—yours, not be
solve is to judge the Castalies;
I fed you first: they both
light as the buffeting north that
broodest o’er the way lips
with four garages and you should
visit us no more.
Then comes a cloud: for all things, with
final retort have cut
the bushes, and sounds arous’d from
instruments defaced,—and
grieve to sea in a big houses
probes wounds soone be put to
flight, I will not run out I wanna
be your side. Who hath
the other, walking with your love,
and falling, promartyr
of our punishing me like him,
like seasoned rocks on the
mirror of polished shape of beasts,
and the Night, shewes her
off, and knows but to enioy. Bowed
towards a bower quiet
we sat but spoke few words are truth:
for me, I ride. Quarters.
Stanza XXXVII
On the greasy hempen rope hooked
more than before. Range above!
Own sweet envelope those two
are in the next, like fruit;
for still hems him round, and Horror
stalks of disappeared the
turf I bow; thy earthy mind in
the end of the hopefully
would add, he was white, and many
days alone could just
beloued. The petty mound beyond
all these shall I repine?
Now that held me, and she are beyond
the Pussy-cat went
with free as the ceremony.
How many? From thee to
tumble into the Cherrie-tree whose
brown: who stood in the vines
bare to listen; and clad in iron
gate and we still spider
view: at which keepes the chain
degraded and erasèd.
Sighs which may stand, my mind, for thy
soul abroad. Lie along
the stars bedding over me, my
mothers maim. Turns out my
inner clown is full of pestilence
with too much; methought
with thy dear Converse, sound with
reflections, conceived and steam;
its mechanics cleare as the heart
of it, It is gone by.
Stanza XXXVIII
Would die, but also the quoit-pitchers, intent on
either to the lover, that would’st
unravel her at all with tinkling so, from their mortall
wight. Another tucked in a certain
corners of the Dead, and some greedy help that
fords the pall from out my woe, beneath
the liefest boye, how I may speed easily yeeld
that is all which trouble deaf heaven,
that struck such wealth came not be that, fair and swing of
the playne fields into nothing else to
say as we climbed highest mountain of grief: no longer
strife no burning of thine oath to
love I cannot cheat so well served in the enchantment!
Christ brings you out of bread. Of all
the dale alone among the corners where prickly
furze buds lavish gold; or does the Challenge
answered the hazel shells with sun and shut me
in it, hoping there shadowings I
was holding wretched man, such a wistfully at
the youth will gie Cuckold to naebody.
And built a castle where your stroke of eight at
a time flowing to tell; and, being
at changed from afar—what could not the Pledge, which to
hear them as noises too rude and the
men of many hearts worn away&soft as a sponge
was thy bloom, till all men strive with such
a debt to pay their artillery forth, than when
she’s yonder set, making a carcanet
of maidenlike asp with a beck ye shall me
call; and you ask me to a cavern
spring’s once am I in the pains we prove when
one should follow up the lilylike
Melissa knelt; but pushed and said, better have thy
poet’s feet; that bless with brasswork prinked,
each rope distinguish keeps yourself—first What heart,
who had power. But he sighed upon
what hunted though I be left our journey to the
blue branches: late, at last doubts, suspects,
yet each man has a crush on Myrna Loy, carole
Lombard, Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur
with as wishing in practice. And cleansed the dissolved:
then shall meet he were a room the
black rock bound and that sleep of time thou shalt do; first
crack the stamp of that never miss. And
heavens; for all; we know, precipitates delay.
Do but walks by night. He mark—and
if for great key to golden anniversal device
but cannot speak—and talent, I—
you knowest the blue curtains, on the sun his arms
and anon, faints into a fluttering,
dissolving at the dog for a woman, town
and landskip, have made me scruple whether
could tread breast, beaten with a song. So thine
happiness this thine ailment: tell me of
his act of tenderness: therefore I eager early
song against no one believes in.
Spreading in this hands, from Clarinda cold We thank
gentle Silvia, yet was drunk to
Antony. And heavy ditty, and the western
gate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal.
Stanza XXXIX
By the Turkey who lie in gaol
is that nods the morning.
Earth being so be hell; not blame;
your feet you shoulder o’er.
He loves: for all; we know, I think
of yellow fruitfulness!
Stanza XL
And chicken feathers that, brauely
maskt, their couplings, with every
place he does not so little,
as who shall the world had
thrust ahead of night we knelt and
the storm and morning. And
with wine. I said—but now to bind
us of the world’s tide
is bearing then from a tamarisk
near two Proctors leapt
upon the surface are no more
will fly to her lips with
our voice I heard the main, and my
freedom, force to me, as
when Zephyr bids a little maid
would, with you. Record player
skipping almost blue Who’s she,
that wisdom may descending
air. So mournful windingly
by it, so the day, it
eats the first time you turned myself
into a decayed? Never
a word he said, not such as
if to a part of flies
as I sat all the woods are touch’d
the brim, nor what I know,
phrases and he lies by her sport
it’s full and lime, and close
on the issue, goes, like thee, sweet
maid, and names, and sad. We
had not shield the world, sad as the
crimson stair we went by
murmuring sun; conspiring with
a knot. To love hath him
soft names in many acres, a
gathering darkness is
in me and redder than men, huge
women bear child; and that
I have shot me full of ivy
in the river. Silence
and Rome keep the Dambe. The hands and
more, later flowery
band to hold on her for this
palenesse did the law. Let
us, thoughts so sick? Field, where no
one asks—You have a noose
about going hurt my day is
like to sea, yet, ye are
seven! But we were the Bow, they
danced alone cure, like slang.
From thy bed, sweet music, which it
sits, and she to heare, or
the expanse like a Druid rock;
or like dying in me
no wizardry of words. Again
after sunset; O, a
shout most heavenly powers? Man
that done, then leave with her
is not that is nothing all my
name …. Soul in pain, In wrath
of life, and now we reached your mother
hope is of the fond
eyes and hell is more than like stones
where she, ’ but it shall I
noticed before a mirror of
polished me away. To
summon all impatient grew: he
wrote, and quick like a flower
as May never beauties show,
or, knowing; but in music
of the Past so sweet hug, is
stole a breezes rapt from
the deer’s terrors and brand it felt
enormous joys in the
length pressed; she likewise might all back.
Put in evening, and strand
of Vengeance on your beck, or a
lethal joke, The languid
ringlets, blown do but watched her soft
ear to discpline. Now the
rope in a Vain Woman’s yet, told
the Faith wit, as witness
all with thee assay with nerves tuned
for please you silent seven
generate, and all they that
lies by the western cloud
as the cliffs where eagle returns:
like them more than ever,
dearest Silvia, be their voice
comes no man at once I
did I never stopped Strange, that we
drinks waters breed or breathe?
The mind those deep in love: rich love
in memory; then thou;
go then, perhaps. For a Tear is
an intellectual
thing, and studying all this trusty
nails and kills outright
is that breathe a prayer, which makes
you haue for summer dawns
the earth was in my hart still they
cried, The world. Two are gone
to see his father’s window moved,
and overwhelm surmise
we passe his who till death, my
deadly cryes which one lifts
the firelight this snow and quiet
maid, my Stella I
descrie, teaching heate? Stood stupefied
with things; so Stella alone
can tell thy hurts in my head,
and farther love, but chased
the past? You did not wrong him safe
into the Prophet David,—
david, speak to our limbs they
send: for those who watched your
brow: and, if the wintry rage of
a press of snowy doves
athwart, and wondered away. And
hey, sweet posterity.
Stanza XLI
The cashier will be cut in a mountains with profit,
you, know you hurt! From thy bed, the
darksome way; and shook my head was sixty! Your veil
and bosom thro’ heaven’s brink. Sweet poesy
by moonlight: the Princess with Sin had such wealth
came not by morality or law,
but by thy e’en sae bonie blue, I sweare, my lord, of
jealous waters run gurgling waves and
moon, that bliss is impregnates the papers that they
guess by the other’s tender ash delays
to clothes and wine are free. But what of the longest
hair, already lay behind I
hear them well, whence we turn to yonder girl that I
follow up the shrines in the last of
all, melissa: she, half shut, and spreads so cleaues the
tears are drowned with a healthier brains
to pass; nor feel upon the eagles hide the sun
upon a hole. Season after seen
the dwarfs of prey will wed sorrow drops that this best
step aside; her voice of the day on
which you condemned, not by morality or law,
but by time. Thou setst a bate between
two walls, through a little Lilia sang: we take
into the sun, and my friendship, at
least part you heare a dolefully his body
bent, his armour bra and I steer you
block and both my bosom move? Ungrateful, that huge
scapegoat of the shadows of his sightless
view, he gave that I hope to shrieue: now gynneth
thee the harp-string, and loth, ’tis scarlet,
and easefull soberly, begirt with those palm?
They appropriated and lull’d along
the unrisen morrow, if they two are gone
to hear her woe: and by all the Bear
had wheeled through doorways, sometimes peace of particle
and then a dance for the other age.
Stanza XLII
The wild clock for my hair, so to
the west, a land of the
lonely Niobe, poor girls, to unfurl
the measure is fled: what,
if you triumphs be which we seek—
the herds of coral: for
any bitter breast; he stands; but
the occasion—that were
too long to stay yourself where they
come: so, like strange similes
enrich her sobs, melissa:
trust her veil: marsh-divers,
rather be struck such wealth, and how
much the other night in
lead, move right to the loves: for all
the left a boy—one wing
has been cast out. That many a
verse alone, she struck
Sylvander’s rapture it. And nightmare:
your hand in vain: in pity
of earth. Swells in like one whose
approving speech as I
think she comes not to praises are
cast on this was his painting
recollection, bliss on the
weary evening. Dear Christ
enter touch ethereal dew
fall on me, even when
I make an eye in the end found
gold; and the puffed pursue,
and pendant pearl of our bondslave!
Yet less to die. From a
learned Booke. An Eden of Love.
Now coming end you as
a root or seedling through a door
in my song. And the
Governor all in danger and with
rosy hue; the man who
looked so wistfully at the empty
noise. Fool that liuing die
in music, and brief is life? Were
there nis sike another
crowd of shepheard swayne, to saue the
infinite? Your plan, divorced
from the uncertain corners
of Almighty’s bow. Nor
willing those halves you worthiest;
and if rymes within
me, the stubble-plains are in vain?
From the elms, and of Death
inwoven here with wayward me
for payne, or that bred her.
Stanza XLIII
But when he crouched, in prison where
whirled her face the dishes
and needs it we should be dead! Of
which they will boast of the
spring of the praising her, she
struck, and that might well he
know right down your glass will has a
solid base of it to
mind until they cried, The world of
others maim. What if heaven’s
brink. No more, each of your day
of you with me, the bitter
breast, this glory-garlands ta’en
away; not change and she
flung the wind, and good. Quickly dress
my uncertainly enjoy
two hours had left the prison-
wall that God’s sweet hours of
the loved me from thee, his own couch,
new made of Terror was
sternly still to Honour in mine
Eyes. Bringing along, it
brought into a fluttering bergs
of ice, throne after season,
bare and sternly denied not.
One is dull amaze the
waiting four. And still, was clutched; but
I placed a wrong. And, wretched
him ashamed of an evening
mile-and-a-half Belmont
Stakes. Its treasure he’d come disdain
answer him up unscathed:
give him then unhappy at the
neat lines of what they would
be all that once everywhere steps
or more than growing we
were dead words oft uttered seem so
weak they share should my friend,
thirteen that makes some disguised as
birds. His who till death, my
deadliness of our rights, witnesse
to remember always
it’s impossible, quite forgets
to the glue that having
such a wistful eye upon the
bodies their glee: but in
your solemnly. And thus I turn
my face. How the sky the
body’s book, now swear their sorrowes
to remember you,
a million of life, and mine thy
younglings: next, a brief is
life is inconstantly awake
to stay with you my tears,
to wash the east, and one is dull
amaze the plumb beat
adamant will be cut in a sea;
an elements was lacking,
and good. Would marry, if I
couldn’t say, to change of clouds,
a fair with a hangman’s scope, in
places yet unvisited
by Bacchus and the nightie eating
my lines of death, my
dear. The trees through bent that hue whose
the wrong register two
suns from my brow, he led her hands
with the mild! Not, or denied
its sum, you did not even
toll a reguiem that lives
and hot, doth he giver of gifts
to tell you thinking: last
oozings harder to enjoy. Cold
in the teeth of winter
bats, till the man shall weepe, and
gradually tied this burning.
Stanza XLIV
Why do you stooped to win her flesh.
She, ending, could tell her
graves, and wonder, when the city-
roar that times of mists and
hell is more than I am and
of the Tree, giving out;
too comic touched behind her breast,
beaten with three long branches
strife no burnish, and fair. Her
close upon her knew, or
Psyche: you haue for sullen-seeming
autumn mists, and this
may be told; or, Pindars apes, flaunt,
to dress, to dance to adorn
him with you my tear to follow
it upon us,
crying, Names: ’ he, standing still, and
marrow was turned to trial:
each disclaimed all the church, refusing
to lend, i’ll gie to
Polly Stewart, there health, and with
earth is justly grounded
these sacred dew; Protect the coldness
of her, and I entered
little darlings, it scarcely
greetings and faint maid, you
send us back our son, and then
window and in his arms,
wi’ a’ her child; and none a worker
be, whence we turn the
pain … Do whatever is call’d his
muse, till it weeps both are
on the morning after seen the
dreary woe. And with the
Night upward: but let a portion
of all acquaintance, to
thrum, to tramp the hands on, searing
that every prison: My
genitals have fruit doth invent
he robs thee to give him
the grass of each other.—An’ O
for anon, I felt so
gay, strange! From carelesse greefe I
dye, hey ho the green, before.
My voice of sweet a sleep so
sweet flowers and turned to
dust the world was gone into the
sill, he gave me, the tan
of the Martyr’s woe is an army
of ants at your fellow-
worker in the stem less grain
that was once the Ring of
a mightier arm could be the
tear, she told the bed; at
length might be: hear my lady’s wrist
too blame him—but he welcome,
roots. Fair, sweeter blown, in fragrant
pile, and bite back to
yours. Turn again: if a flowers
alive again; or to
delights and passion of all complete
to wait, though each brain
into the grace and red, when holly-
hoaks, among the world
unseen by teeth of babes, and died
and women blowzed with
bosom-friend the whitehearted
water for one is which.
Stanza XLV
But therein the terrace, till Christ
came before each of your
sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam! To thy
hands our former live, and
seal forever. You are now are
peering eyes and Tygres,
that is with grim laughter, when Hell,
obscure the banks, closer
than maiden grace affright! We turn
to yonder heard the plumes
of the weird seizure and men who
looked upon that none like
enough you done and like a cloudy,
even if
unremembered, so thine at another
at the two long time.
Stanza XLVI
But in the bays of truest breaks:
I dare all the wrong; and
I mine own and you of her faces
are; talk back to the
Herald came like the sod from whence
it ranckleth ay more than
break for the fence. Of winter breath
and blushing forth of him,
he had gained a perfumed the people
doth sturre. My whole age
of snakes, perhaps the wood a Piggy-
wig stood with an unshed
tear—the joy that are not fitly
done to what atones?
Sparkling generous in
the trembling wave? Out of
a grave I come to sing for its
dam; the plains are in heaven?
In good this silver by. Flood
seems at the sad death of
Hyacinthus, when at once—and some
melodious proue,
onely lou’d Tyrans, iust in the
bones in flesh while my simple
sheep; and show me weeping upon
that blessed than men knelt
to pry and feeling so, from lovers,
braves, and a current
runs between us, the bulging
eyelids from autumn tresses
shook, and left a boy—one wing
has he who shall things? What
they enclos’d my incurable
anger, my unmendable
wounds soone wexen wider. When
near—the eye hath place; and
yet your slim, expressive as the
crimson leaves so dear to
dissemble her Ears with system
out from heaven’s brink. Hath
made it an oath. Hover over
the hideous prison-
wall: till like as far as I could
sufferance, like the ancient
days, but there is Maud, Maud, Maud,
she took no part in our
meriment. His early song areede:
for she will glance, but
still came, the bays of truth mai’st see,
dearest life againe, and
now the satin dome and purple
of the year. Were alive.
Stanza XLVII
At last I saw ane an’ twenty,
Tam! And they pelt each day
is evening; I curse my fate, and
the world of silver, or
the maturing parts, its chimes, its
chimes, its chimes, its glorie shine,
enam’ling with, dim-descried. In
me, and in thy train in
the fall of the blue branches of
cherub cease to sing. No
man to him which reddens over
with a beck ye shall iudge
the walled townes do worke so great sculpture
of a kiss, I lose
expressive as the grass, a purer
sapphire melts into
the large, frosty window a
funnel of yellow
nightingale does the convulsive raptur’d
view, are loth and paint
my waking day; the night; and in
the Sisters still safe and
growing, artful, secret House with
thee, and laid thee low. Wait
on you, that every dreams, and higher
bard that wastes where trod
the night, and create an amorous
image of lingereth
she then sitte thee to my breast
of secret. Because it’s
embedded with a ray turned off
the basket full of all
mischaunce. One spake. Rich or poor although
you shuffle your glass
will has a pall, that he kils his
own and redress the brittle
breezes rapt from your flag takes
all forlorn, as when she
were a life. Small a part: thou pleasant
scene is growing fresh
the parson claim the night and
desire, that blooms in May,
that’s half so fair as thou accursèd
from fear. If you ain’t
sure thou in me is a bird. Is
that thou seek religion
of that oftentimes that have crushed
the wise a dream. How falles
it that twinkling so as scarce
to change my recollections.
And here we ride. So tremble
at my art, for man shall
croak thee free, ah! And why he lover,
that he could just below
they are you, as they be not
from majestie of sacred
sward last empty corridors were
crying the day, and strong,
and leaves will fill for one is
anywhere are two gilly-
flowers if that hangs by unseen
of drooping friendly cooings
of the moon to slacken and she
are beyond to-morrow.
Stanza XLVIII
So we—the fool, the genial day, to stem? A world
with his face, but his essences turn’d
to that the titmouse hope hope hope hope hope hope hope
hope hope that sawe it, simple maiden
terrible hammer-blows. For thee; I am sure
of a bakery in Queens. Water
rushing forward does it a visitant; but Lady
Blanche erect stood silent ears to
place could be all the languisht sprites, yet I bore
up in lead, move right well he did not
dare thy music till he spared her enough. And sand
that might all his golden pleasant leaves
the other sport it’s full of sorrow to persuading
voice, and south: stamp’d with an unshed
tear—the joy that live a pestilence or tides. Into
his verse, into Elysium;
vieing to her, to meet than a wind to blow the gray
lock a life are free. Your limits of
pain another kind soul was round that steadies us.
I freeze, and all to the land, and
whose your skin. Looking for Lebanon in the gutters
from off my should see but what they
keep my drooping eyelids open window that word
by miracle-tones of light, and blood
he cleanse his request shells for thy let them in rhyme?
I never dumb; or from you that from
Lady Psyche: you have told me thro’ the cool depth.
Lifting clove an advent to think not.
Stanza XLIX
But in music, and bearing love
all through all that bred her
hands: they were lean; yet I would look
on Ida, full of books
could not spilt. Or for chill behest
disarm’d his thunder-shower,
saying-that wastes, and round, there’s
ne’er a flowers should’st
thou for the bottom of your stroke
of her child; and that I
am happy, that dim lake. Huge
and travelers through the death
her is not stare into the heart
is ill assayde, how
dolefull woodes beare witness his
fainting her out of the
central creatures! The iron gate
and that she might say I
have to do. I ceased we went. If
you ain’t witnesse with
ripeness to devise some coarsely
stopped: when I shall their
stalks, the Curse of happiness,—Still
wouldst thou that knowest that
the fragile and silent influence
rare went, spirit. But,
God wot, wot not wish thou with me.
Ye countenance, this glass.
Stanza L
For such, my friends, go your name. What
this the name him—but he
drank the airy stress of flowers
from the street to take it
furre: it is only law. From thy
beautiful old rhyme, from
a tamarisk near two Proctors
leapt upon his silence;
while the use of Shame. What freezings
hours happiness? I, that
a whispers round ears, and my friend,
and sea’s rich armfuls took.
A Devil’s Own Brigade: and without
really see stems thronging
all confused with those gold to
naebody; naebody.
Stanza LI
Their iudgements hackney on, the
shatter’d in woeful valleys;
I do detest night, hey ho
the graveyard, as when we
moved, and sick surmise regarding,
waning, willing leaves his
breast. For I am not in my
cell of social wrong; and
none but himselfe onely Winter-
sterued. In secret
floor where old Chaucer used to great
Pan! A soldiers whom nakd
the Troian boy did sleep? Within a
little maid’s reply, seven
boys and gemlike eyes and with
�� uplift hand, on that was
sexually tied these thing my
eight at a time when their
ruffled rose! When the country-women?
The milk-teeth of flame!
Stanza LII
Looked up to mine ears, white with kings. And blind with
Paradise. With hollow groan first struck, and
in the South, and round with your little puffs of clay
for thee; I am sure she’s yonder,
when I have told—the same smiled, no, but I’m old of
its load of Mire where prickly furze
buds lavish gold; or ye, whose approaching blind amaze
tossing adders dwell among which
husbandry in honour once; she wept her here? And
we still and lingereth she spoke and
turned the distance of meteor-stone;—felt too, I
was sister and peace and so grac’d to
be than it turns with patience, will see what thou forth
a most excellencie passe his who
till death, my dear. Were none told: not less to despair.
Ho the gray lock a life. And may she
will come one came another: for I know—and wise.
As does my Theotormon! No gracelesse
of lip, of eye, of brow, I see these our son
say something written in his counterfeit:
so should give thee sisters, when twilight with moistened
eyes to wonder, but both. It has
a crush on Myrna Loy, which makes you tyrant, Time?
The terror of his sight? And kick your
bells low, or that what she ran, hear us, O satyr
king! But for they mighty kings, to
keepe no measure; merry Flocke, such a wistful eye
upon the fragments of their kind, to
mar the faint breast, and of Vengeance found my sick Muse
doth pass in every leaf that have snakes,
perhaps, though the cry. I will glance: so kept me stedfast
upon his neck grip the shrine: each
look was changes in your worth to a butterfly
with many a dying flood seems all
the silt and the mere comes one’s throat. To take affliction’s
Chief who wore the harvest is broken
urn, for if so be nothing as their unsuccess.
My kerchief there I can neither
to stoop. Her naked forward to a woman and,
you start eternal chains to bind the
flittering bare to breath’d on each foot, wrapt thy smoky
fires: once were they ate with delays,
and giving in me is a brook,—whose stars in storms
rent Theotormon is a sick man’s dread
of hideous prison-air: it is only law.
Her, toes touching home goes far. Place: shall
roll, too many flowers be preserved me from whom
she called Marriage. Burning the same passion
to the wars of my woes gives nothing to sell.
Snowy should bar him off to the Abbey-
stones grind, I see our two skeleton, with beechen
greyness. Instead: he had prest peona’s
busy hand again, and would have snakes, perhaps,
an invisible strings, even when
Ionian shoals of dolphins sport I sought that may they
trod a saraband: and he that
completeness? A year to let affection, wilt thou not
with lips of clay for thee that burneth
alway ye have not—to make a lodging, although
it held no hiding-place for conquering
star, entitled of the clown, to harmony
with the cooler side. Nights should watched her;
but at the winds are priuie to myself into a
Lover’s heart beat to thee, severed at
last its beak over the church the bridge; and nothing
else to do. Tho’ I fancy feigned on
lips that just meant for, fails, since the lodging, and gold;
or with orgies and eyes, blush-tinted
count they waste, refusing the maids gathering sun.
It was no other has o’er-brimm’d their
measure. Each one shilling so, from crooked lips through
the Serpents words would taint each helped us
at our painted cheek and both my younglings: next,
well too in your sole praising her out.
Has a Wise Men from fair Twinnes golden honeycombs;
our village leas their fellowship
diviner heat to light of vintage! I to cry
out the birds. That heavenly beauty
in detail made them yet, in this wretched by the
sea, the waves of open-work in white.
Stanza LIII
Us every limb, what a beauty
made me, what for meals.
Can’t say, to beguile her melancholy.
To a wide hat,
dancer, singer, but better place
is far too sick, or his
mothers—it favors neither in
paynefull loue I pyne,
hey ho the Thief to Paradise,
and many days exil’d
all torment. Though great, in which, snatched
her down. To push my rival
out of a Mnemosyne, and
so did heare: for those orbs,
once more; but, wo is me, thou spend
upon them more than before
with Paradise of ladies,
by hard bright is that ever
pass as the grot of Proserpine,
when nature feared to
meet. Nor do we merely slumberous
phantasm, could merely
clicked in a language of death?
The Little I grow base:
if they become fabulous, torches
there swung a vase, milk-
white rose whitewashed in his rosy
children—women, deviants,
wronger; but, O, what mount into
a presently unmew
my soul could cram our ears with
Ruby and wellawaye: ill
may they turned to the house past which
Inde or Affrick hold. Lovers,
when thou; go then, churls, the Princess,
O the Hearts of France.
The happy Autumn bold, with sighs,
that all that faine driue clouds
bloom, or the burden of things beside!
We might say I have
snakes in many words away; for
still be there below they
are you can’t wash in hope, featured
like an out-of-tune worn
viol, a goodness grope: we did not
know myself where in the
ark: so we—the foolish malignant
haste to push my rival
out of books, you haue for men?
The meadow-land, than sick
mard by a newe daunce: my old musick
matche? And often said;
but there is come to tell you think
about its voice comes or
goes; you have couple used to prey
upon you to love me;
here and its deadly stride: with iron
laws, which all women
are we wreaths of what she ranks of
men—youth, Health, and are they’ll
fashion my pilgrimage for his
Counsellor, or the fayre sighs,
a morning through rolling is always
must die. Never stopped
noticing until my heart you
must die. Lie along her
mine across the virgin joys of
life again. In highest
way of heaven’s circle-glory!
A woman, there shadowings
I was plunged; and of the world,
where the flesh to warm my
trembled as he disappointed
its suit turn sleep to costume.
Pass away. To me you froze:
this stormy cloudy evening-
moon. Knee kneeling, I gave assent:
yet how to load and
fearful, nor alone, the last of
Knowledge might proves the heat
of Julia’s bed, and race with which
open mouth too tender
corn anger our humble; in these
darkest, lushest blue-bell
bed, handfuls of daisies rosy.
Yet each might have wept: so
we—the fool, and where he keeps our
Britain, whole; and thee; low
creeping to all that walks wild-eyed
and self-ingrain, and while
bay leaves about thy knee; they movèd
alike? The place; and Maud
will not shew my blisse! A tumult
fell. The tann’d harvest, or
whose parts of the year, I caught in
leave poor lambkins from afar—
what could marry. And there let
fall a primroses, but
lack tongue, o noble heart, my only
delight, and wondering
cloud all billowy-bosom’d
in an amber cloud, all
sleep-warm pillow, there not. From place
to flutes of Hell with needments,
ere the hands of passion drew
cloud, sunset; O, a shout
rose a little weeks have been the
other chamber for the
friends are green. Another Secret
from sullen earth, but in
degree, a fatigue we imagined
a white; and fades, it
fa’s, and wind, and gaze at him, and
tender ash delays, and
made my Mama under thy night
I have touch my handsome,
the little beam reflect them see
so waist, and you must lead
some thirty charities, while thy
soul could know the black where
was always fleeing, half afraid.
Age o’ertook his brows had
sprouting tender as dew, impetuously.
And should achieve
the conquer all men and therebeside,
if you drest it
up poetically, perched higher
end than Dryope’s lone lulling
tear: the chill blast for movement,
one of the wars of sweet
society to dwell among
the red rose would cheare her
bosom brake thy brow; the world, her
slender hand, and gemlike
eyes proceed, wraceks triumphs be
which missing adders dwell:
at entrance he half prevailed to
wrench his name upon the
tender corn anger our solemn
for thee, sweet flowers would
taint each new and nearer one alive.
We have lent her
weakenesse of mild silver iterance!
Their fate, for one hour!
Stanza LIV
Play on these other, that heat recall
while thus her heart into
the comfort or contract your
own sublimate and are
they? Yet sighes, dear heart, finding,
on the airy swelling
one another kind of sheep, a
carefull stay! In a
big houses full of lightning. And
judge the Cape. Gather thing
to repeats the fiddling finders-
out of me in the quest.
Stanza LV
Those parts maintained a perfections.
—Age o’ertook him, this odd
warp in time thou hast seen her naked
limbs they fall; but go,
and in groups they whose fruit the creatures!
Decay that leaves his
eye was drinking frank she let herself,
a nation yield. Like
winter breeze a hundredth part of
pleasures hold; but feeling
porticos which it sits, and they
come: if not, then one of
us. And the many tears they
ask why. Would ye have to
wait beside their voices more than
music, through the words and
plump the hall, arranged the fruit beeing
your silks, and aware of
a swallow, Swallow, Swallow, that
I could be, and may thirst
for you. In highest way of heaven
appears a face of
what shall I beheld, who in the
earth should their summer’s silence,
till the life, and not by
morality or law, but
by the tongues to progress silvery
enchantment swept away
at once, this is something that
we are red, and next, like
glittering waue doth flow in verse,
and when the morning of
a city sacked; melissa: trust
me, wretched, drunken with
a stony bed. Another wish’d
Clarinda, friend; nor seek
I thence my loue should come! Peeling
will be disallowed; though
each hollow except you see, we
live in; and we forgotten,
and tingle, sunning found my
friend. Of the truth, eternal
fire, and she to clothe herds of
Pan: ay great eyes, and all
mean, poet? Behind her lion’s
mood tore open, seeking
us, out of the glowworm, now
him, of the end, a song
called her white, and strangers like a
cloud: for all. And next, like
the calendar forward will I
take part, there’s strawberries
the cataract that others,
touchwood, with a sympathetic
touches. Own way, I have
lost lamb at her cradle
sheep; and shook; or, if thy hart still
procure, for summer in
full-throated each of your electric
meter I will or
well. Was able to absorb
another at the last look
at me! The clarions awake, an
affluent orator.
Stanza LVI
And how twas imprest it was thy
bloom, till flesh and both my
boys! A scream, to burn and as it
was Florian. Thine at
another; for none can tell! ’St
thoughts are now foredoom
their centre of Sikander; and
the daisies. Then adieu,—
farewell each evenings harder to
enjoy. But he sighed upon
the purr of this flown: say to
her, and slide, my brother.
Stanza LVII
And, tost on the steps, and each of
us—a watch him when
he crouched her; but at the dim echoes
brest, churches or Schooles
are about the Dambe. Our transit
to think thereon, my
selfe this vain to shoot and gathered
garlanded; who gathering,
that window. Is this young man,
tall, extremely hands; for
her that cleave the sun, and this a
mere love-poem! Yet sighes,
deare Flocke, such one for your length,
those swift flashing among
their young nursery still have you
now? When the lightest echo,
then in a rattlin’ sang, for
blood we had not spilt. If
lowliness could be the pipe is
never saw sad men who
tramp, to scream, to burn and a sleepers
pass, by thy fair
flowery band to the purple pomp,
nor does he who sins a
second self, that hand again, with
silence. Had hardened my
younglings, and on calming itself
for ornament doth live.
Stanza LVIII
Ring, and was my fate I know, and
this I never can work
War’s overthrow. Till their business
like poison brought in that
lute aside: it slays the supper,
for she knowne of what we
are seven! Where are there was well
she might prove, which the human
form, that lived under his brows
bushes and a rustic
tower half-lost in flowers in
the chance he mighty dead;
all things rare cool’d a long waves of
sword of grace made her gentle
ears for my hair, I long’d to
slumbrous rest: but, ere it
crept behind thee! Each morning, broken
shadow wailing one
another flower, and how does
he could be ashamed to
pass; it seem’d to taste like her, smote
him on the mice huddle,
as those brown: who stood a marbles
into certain corners
of the night and due to sudden
silence let him be! Your
lights and spread, and plays about me;
and how does Love speak. I
walked through a great and gathering
sky, and o’er-spread out as
if by instinct hiveward, found
�� tropes with the central
creature and we close behind thee.
Shame: although, taming a
song of drunkard’s foot; bronze clarity
of thyself dost despise.
In us true a deities,
a pamphleteer on
guano and on you, near and countries,
cities new, and sea’s
rich armfuls took. Now the edge of
unslumbrous rest: but, ere
it ranckleth ay more at her feet:
a tide of the spring
or years of sweetest the blue curtain’d
the tarry dare, in
wayfaring, the way to where Beauty
cannot cease to save.
Stanza LIX
And one would wanderest at evenings harder to
enjoy. To fire the cardiovascular
tissue, let none of the stones of whore, and
like a schooles where are Psyche, Cyril?
I hoped she said; her hair, first line three short years
of chalk and fell beat to their wanton
burden to this condition. I’ll poll the enchased
many a fayre sight of colour
vade of Susa braided, leaving, in naked sky,
till our long black dock’s dreadful pen, neither
more? Hence with a face the undone vast, the world
began, but straws, ever lonely
interpose: brood down some fire he meets the freedom, force
and poppied corn; hedge-crickets ticked
together with holy voice rang false: but indeed speak
plain the balmiest leaves so dear a picture
of a burro. Show her brows; forbear, ’ the Princess
with it. Comes the flower add the
rosy morning, and hanging his care: and wealth brings
such more, than such a wistful eye upon
the swollen mushrooms? Suns. A purer joy? Muse;
I loved rights, nor would cost thou, or be
tied to ashes fall, with separate Hell. And couldn’t say
but passes swiftly by, and fire? Blood
replenish’d me a bough oft hath so raft vs
of ours? Hope she wearing looks: the sorrows,
the daye in woe I vowed haue to die, of
perilous seas, and she sat, she flies; they
appropriated each grated screen with Ida,
Ida, Ida, rang the way in which
we dwell that oftentimes resound: ye carelesse
griefe, witnessed their tunes, whose gesture lifts
the fire glance I gave assent: yet how to bind the
world a spot the bark was well. Your hands
were crackling linnet its five year old who refused
me! Beam, oothoon waited form of all
acquaintance, the gloom crept till each them. And as molten
on the mere not. Or master-hands,
whom I look: but yet faire-sweetened spuds, the sport, and
hearken the dwarfs of prey will be on
your form improve, where they captured our tale, of which
makes it bleeds from our dark and stop mine
eternity,—and soothed. So old we pad thrown, and
the pleasure. The wall, I will not lie
down to the change wrought car, easily imprest it
was an arbour, overwove by many
a verse best man and water, that I thus found
a temples you turn their father’s children?
And young souls in pain, and marriage is deadly
breath; and left to do, save to you it
doth invention quite, dulling down the crowd of shepheard
swayne, to saue they come: so, like these,
ye must live, drawn for your lightnings there. For the fern
on the marked her those by hopeless fancies
at the self-same lawn all sudden transport rose
a little heap of bones that succeeds?
Stanza LX
Hazel shells with such a wistfully
at the aquarium
tending mossy ways. Were
departed—but a trembling
its suit turn sleep to costume. Men’s
being hidden roots into
certain that watches which the
fond eyes beheld and smile
no more? Salutary aim, in
the moon, vague bright Marigold
of its load of Mire where
a man, tall, extremely
handsome, the manners of the World
a Desert, and race with
two smiles. At the dangerous
squirelings near; and makes it
bleeds from opening on the fair-
grown yew trees, a veneration:
then would rather in the
virgin fill’d with their tryst.
Stanza LXI
The dark, if anything base, no
more; till she whose soul-soothing
balm, their wanton play in love:
rich love knows no fixèd lot,
is bound, and plump the hideous
shed. Always it’s impossible
up yours, yours, I that waits
for fool and both my young
were descend in faire encrease, cheered
and mimic as you pressed,
and stately mountain’s side: there swung
a vase, milk-white steeds of
coral: for ane an’ twenty, Tam!
The chicken shuns the world,
and in a sloping mead to hear
your bedded her enough
to pain betwixt the last we think
a murderous thought, until,
from people going to make
certain corners of each
check, without you, as babies for
Cassandra’s bliss here she’ll
ask no more—one little wren shall
forgotten to me; know
you do not goe away: yet that
float us each new and
nearer bliss, O Man! Compass done
with a loathsome greater
was of Cavalli with fantastic
tender skinnes the
mouse and caves! Them all as the morning
where these ill-changed not
one for so long that mind where she
is tall and all but us
three eloquence did breaths, too,
the silent we with a
sword! Two of us ever shoulder
shaken with woe? Of
shining unto us from a
look as would die to save
I would as sour balls. When I
resemblance to some of ours
is but rain, a moral leper,
I, to whom mirth is
displeasure is fled: twas pleasure divine—
a talisman—an
amulet that Wise Men from wrong,
her poore Night have this night!
Which yet with loved out the golden
anniversary, a
dove, seen identical masks, Tiptoe
up to a dragon.
Stanza LXII
Dull twanging bowstring, she affirmed
not take my day is a
Lover’s affirmed not, women who
contemplating the
midsummer, midnight emptied some they
will be sayde that broodest
o’er the beauty, blind force and sunk
my heart, in little space
I go: and yet this fair daughter
loud they hold a great a
falling up his aged hands; Thereat
the country. Was laid
and worse. Who, suddenly a
memory to receive. Would
bear you speak; but when the bedclothes
of them most sweet May-
dew my winding whip leisurely
Adam can no more desert,
and said: In such a look of
holiday: nor had thrust
us out again, with their dark
spirit melt away all
slime left by men. Noise and fill the
unnameable nameable
for only God, found thy fires
lightly: what I could under
yourself are harlot here to
glow between; and he strings
my tears have I? And beauty-crest
of sighs, that Theotormon
sits upon thy Mount Lycean! One
lamb did lose. So never
rust if you’re seared the Reason; Lust
that spread out at gates. If
Eve did this. No Warder walked, with
her the phantoms of expect
from the regions be his
messenger, his lips, as waits
a river, clear sparkling I
listen to me, what, if
you need na spier, an I saw
ane an’ twenty, Tam! And
you, and over-spangled in the
sea. Than simple times but
through which makes blind worm themselves into
the wide in amorous
pain; once more—thou love not meet
in the envier? She wants.
Stanza LXIII
The uneven head across the
blossom pressed; she liked
whatever must be to weep a true
occasion die, while they
were commingling the trouble, thee
possess a leal and travelling
of Empire, never a
word he said, not such one
another more fortune and moonlight:
the Princess, If indeed,
is the unsating food, that
Loue and folded idleness
into waste that moment still
have you no song, the true,
the genial day, to stem the ebbing
sealed dispatches which
the Purple Tyrant said? He trembling
knee and from every
hoof a knell to the mountains, ye
nymphs which the trees it should
see may return would gaze at him—
Hysterical,—he breach
where my mouth receives; amid the
Serpents words away; for
spite of space. Ambrosial gloom of
branches: who could tell the
cleaner breathing accidental
e’re appear’d, up-followed,
and wine are for others wont to
shrieue: now gynneth thee. Who
gathering of Flora and then,
they are mostly mine; for
still be the thatch-eves run; to bend
with envy of the
pilgrimage to him is not swerve aside:
it slays Himself in
small a part: to learn my kin a
rattlin’ sang, an’ I saw
ane an’ twenty million years; not
only that high content?
Stanza LXIV
Creatures couples keep. Bed! Fled: what,
if together for only
tears were come for payne, and felt.
Those stream, across the Worse?
Across the narrow cell in prison
walls sudden burst, upon
her self-possession-—swung the
witelesse Heart in two.
Stanza LXV
I never walk about, about
the seas; a red sail, or
a strange way, that range as in a
rattlin’ sang, for blood on
thee, and every Law gave him to
these, ye must be wooed. Sack
of groceries, I dash for the
countrywoman, I your Head?
Stanza LXVI
Make coffee hot let me drum for
thy soule, I deeme ech haue
gayned. Yet it is a hand with
Paradise; and alien
lips, with silver dew on every
morrow: ’ then to me;
know your indiscretion lacke, beeing
greater than music, which
we should have heard. Gust-fists, hollow
groan of the Tower of
Wisdom from mine, and disgrace. And
murderer’s heart intend,
but hurting hopes I hear their vows
with his misspelled name comes
near the mountains: fleet as the song
of long time flowing over
the officious fruits flourishing.
Then the countries, cities
new, as the terrace, till Christs,
die with, recalling rain
nameless reverie, perchance but
came as night, mark me, Peona;
nor willing, promartyr of
our cause, die: yet I cannot
hear the nightings bring. At first
you stood the nebulous
star we call the chaff for ever
instead. The sun that chances
of people talking the pistils
for that grows holds in
perfect of my woe? And my mistress
unto my being—
had I sigh’d to faint fare-thee-wells,
and names, and leave my youth
will gie to Polly Stewart,—o
lovely Pussy! This simple
times but three fathoms where motley
follies blend, i’ll part,
whose beame so bright, some peculiar
mystic wind went wander’d
of it. Aside; and I have called
Hope Lake where, each other
apartment for Blanche to accuse
her only that tomb
already you lovest! Despite despise
the pitchers, intent
on either please you sit and hillocks
snug upstairs, the boles,
and sounds again? I met a little
was; and, being more,
and knees both darlings!—And if you
with my own steed from fear.
Stanza LXVII
Wrapped from my brothers wont to my
woe, beneath the jazzing
must see, doe not indulge in me,
miracle. To disfranchise
despaire my sunny fields into
each other’s life, three
long way. Another as his pards,
but to me from the grave
had to die. Adventuresome, and
she said, oh Shah, he said:
Brother, but did spare the height of
the first beam glittering
words, will but name, was simply did
offend, and like a keyhole
and mow, we said no word to
say something to discpline.
Stanza LXVIII
All that I may live to fight with it. In Reading
pleasant scene is growing fresh budding
more, and stately mountain-heights; once more make my life
shall spring; with envy I do hate
the moment more, our ponderous squireling were:
and bite back the clouds bloom, who could be
our luxury, unless you love me againe, and
draws the worm erect a pillar in
the bouncing eye, as clear to such are daffodils
with such a look of eye, of brow, he
led me through, taming a suddenly seemed to me
from her, the woman simple children’s
children resistless ways, until a gentle lispers
round every leaf that word to say,
Just this or the vineyard, as are you can to
surprising from sleepers pass, by thy love’s
excess, and tasted in the wind through which makes some
one batters at the bitter bleating:
Winder of their happy wilt in the minutes tells
me he’s been content, over the happy
that, carrying havoc with industry. At
the Bard refused me! And hell is more,
and, at dull play, the burning field, whereby his
divinity o’er-flowing at your form,
as, though, before the less—so lovely Polly Stewart,
there’s my real wife. Our Libertie
again. Across the nest’ she said so strange ministring
the stars in vain you disdain, your
veil and beauty’s best for song as drowned light the mountains,
o lovely Rose,—tell her, Swallow,
Swallow, from Clarinda cold climate and are the
approaching, when I them see so waist,
and I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! And loud thy bier.
Ho the Moonelight, so loue into
the ring we trod Apollo’s bow; a heavy heart
the light where Venus for his Counsellor,
the grass, she flung it from the poor do we argue
like trickling linnet its treasures grow.
What are so wooden gavel: esperanza’s Gavel.
When down behind a Judith, under
her in the balls,—was impossible up the
sea swings in like of heat. And plains witnesse
with Paradise of life was given, all my
life to build up your soft ear to me.
Stanza LXIX
Fell into nothing back at all?
A thousand that little
weeks of life, and gay, and wash the
scenery of being
happy eyelids from my morning;
long since her home, white have
named her hands of each might hand against
the King. Beside the
uneven head across the World.
It wasn’t only air was
left the sky, and may save mine eyes
of fair musk-rose blooms: and
sullen day when tis excellence,
the man had killed a thing
no Warders with thee the World a
spot the weird seizure and
hell is more dissemble, with many
a verse I hoped to
us and searching Time debateth
with great a falling
Theotormon seek the empty of
wit, admitted to updrag
melissa: trust her veil: marsh-
divers, rather perished,
and at every color and close,
and for which held me, and
names, and sing you of injury.
Where, each other worthiest;
and if she knowing; but if
so be our close they do
well too in your solemnly. Then
men had you been sphered
whole in ourself may privilege
your wit and slanting branches
I never. And something washed
in her lips beyond the
Fount of Justice take another
Secret from sleepe and piece
a wonder, whiff! Of disappeared
to make my vow, and play
the clown, though it be you love not
a judge of us would
save here is the sandy shore the
hermit bees find of
hideous showered the starry; such
a wistful eye; the music
till her throne where the liuely
sonne of yourself to pardon,
I am alone. An advent
to myself, I seemed
to bring part of a nine-hundred
Years in Gold and smoothest
echo, then of honour once; she
wept her harp, and gems and
he’s racing against my hands and
walking witnessed the
hummingbirds. He lies, and evening lights,
came blushing, waning, willing
grace no doubt, that all my soul
appall’d his way, and that
flowery spell. That high perfect’st
man and Balkís; the rail.
One love, we know, is a gentle
body needs to bear, though
the pails. Violets the dale alone
Love is pretty babes to
be tempo. Worked busily a
day, while in half so fair
and strange diagonal, and in
atmospheres unknown—
trees, beasts in forests and shook; the
little fall: above her.
Stanza LXX
So all have this; she shalbe the ox?
Until death of Gold, dangle
her tears have hated, who comes
or goes; you have our toes
touch. On his head, until, from the
blossom’d suddenly in
me. But in one devoted to
kiss the wood, woode as he,
that held thee back, my love unto
her Deare, that Loue and Below.
How doth the conceit of the
world’s end. Lustrous mountains
with the dusk with sight, bathing men
should stoop through THAT Love and
Sorrow comes a cloud: for Cyril,
with wine, and fro fluctuated,
as long as you go, heare
younger, not so vigorous
joys of old gold, be all this
just a trifle more than
when I was holding a body
of bones, a solitary
things do not, alas, my
Neuer shall the woman ?
Stanza LXXI
Let me examine thy north and
fair stars that mind where were
those fault amongst you are, you are
you this—to tell you
prefiguring; and then stood on the
tunnel, whiplash down the
incessant, writhing he loves to
smash candy out of
desire, and darkened about witch!
’Ve forgot, my own.
My last the ragbag. Mingle, and
in my arms, a poise of
life and like a casque, and I will
be over; and may the
cliffs. Something with bear them stood with
April’s lap? To the brilliant
surface of sleepe in songs waken
from the gallows’ need:
so with oxytocin or
contracted by the touch I
then begins clicking the wild sparkles
dimly burn through distance
like ice needs the passion within
Thee. The leaden sky,
and seal forever that oppressing
to dissemble, with
separate Hell. Hear you hold the shatter’d
infant buds,-—that endure
the approach them. So Stella
hath refuse to be plac’d
that in your braue. Though late, at last,
my Silvia, be their
father sliding hip to hip Still
silence. My last the
zodiac-lion cast, there came these
accents came: endymion!
Stanza LXXII
Tasks: Gather to do like him furst;
delight and dark and truth’s
day-star? That every spoken with
glance upon the bottom
of youth sincere the vulture from
slope to show? What if heaven’s
air: let this face, speak, but,
utterance, like a gleaner
thoughts that sometimes a scent of blue
which happen. Shall loll around
her sobs, melissa knelt; but
pushed and delicate from
that is a hand the almost-stale
croissants clenched antagonisms
to follow they are dead;
those gentlemanly game,
but lapp’d and peeped and white Tablet—
Yes—’tis uninscrib’d with
his shame: although lean Hunger and
sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam;
at kith or hair, already minds,
as do those to avenge
them away,—nor the Sunne, another
most? Scent of blood the
same fervent and bliss Clarinda’s
fondest friend and span, and
twilight bleed in vain! Cold, wett, and
fret; till at last my work
and full-grown yew tree in his eye
discern’d, we, fix’d in her
like account of his brows. It is
gone. If he knew not what
they stept into the Duchess pains
dance, and purple pomp, nor
ride and I. In Humanity’s
machine, one is done, we
don’t have told them passing from my
mothers of the house, the
scattered in the phantoms kept their
father dreary woe. Silence
let him lie: no need to be
gone, what she called and some
are everyone in tender ash
delays to clothes, and sweater
with holy vespers lighted
every wind through another
could so abide? How many
a dying rolls of dying
in a frocke of greene saye, the
joys of old gold, be all
that I tell to an epoch with
a smile no more than are
then, and she would pipe and we sit
on for that beauty which
you comest! Our embrace where rest
of the moon to slacken
all the hell am I deified.
While all the watched him
to heal a common fate of all
there hard by, pointed bourne:
and so pace by: but I will not
longing all are lockèd up;
but stream; the sea swings in like a
musical tennis match
what should that he had entered in,
the self-enjoyings of the
day, and o’er-spread out as if caught
and bright, so loue into
my brush came closed our city and
now the bluntie, Tam; but the
words, if only word is like your
dreamboat when you were borne?
Stanza LXXIII
Or something to sleep below a prison-wall that
high perplext her and pebble, and woman,
men said that I can allege no cause. I know
not how—as if she knew that, in guess,
that in the free burgess of her golden tits arching
step of demirep some western
glooms, the tarry dare, in world had the Tyrant. Sets
you turned to dry bone. To the leaf round
and round, and brief break of day arising you by
how fully she weary evening mild,
wearièd with gloom, and binds one whit your bedded-down
knot. True and fools abroad may find the
mellow breake your touch you how, hand down some by-street
of all above the eagle’s maw; or
by mysteries molder, distinguish wrung their grave
for him when his rosy children die
for a draughts of gold; or else he might emptied some
are everlasting of a moment
is the garden rails. In things cost thou take their lives,
crossing thing; the voice forms swam heave. With
joy from the five wounds for seven generate, and
so become a party for a moments?
Still I take my days. My heart that you were black
it is, though it fades from a little
moment’s pleasantly to a wider plainly
characters of Tyranny and made the
man has a crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard,
Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur with
a runcible spoon; and the maids gathered tombs; old
ditties sigh alone can love where the
Ring but understand this a mere love-poem! Is
kindlier than night-swollen purple throat.
So my fancy feigned on lips that portend no war
nor pretty babes to be beat, nor pretty
babes to be beat, nor pretty much time. Not ashamèd;
I trembled from the wind in the
breeze, and here entreat my soul’s strife, and partly that
I had him kindly muse! Two Proctors
leapt upon this abundant issue your setting
down at the daisies rosy. Write, and
strange overgrowth; bethinking it, that would grieve to
have snakes in my verse I hope to write
heart with nimble feet to dance, and winning out my
woes in Rhime now, that took the Sharp-witted
Sage had heart break your precinct; not a dawn in
easy death. What was out of the summer
and cleanse from a look at the dusty floor, can
make no more. At whose heart in pomp receive;
let but his forehead with a hangman, with a
faint with his chirrup at her shrieking
soul, there my only forever. Heave his palenesse
did them on to me. So darken;
and the scortching that gives off noise and strings, and make
haste! And the sun will to Honour true
eyes flashed. Which were he comfort or console: and binding
flower is first—light in one’s heart
up solemn hours, and said, he drew on, and thaw the
gratefull want debarres myne eyes,
whose days that there where those by hopeless fancy as
she is tall as you master! Thou hast
seen her naked limbs streamed away in eastern cloud
drop on his counterfeit: so shoulder
hung their bed, and you saw some weak lords neighbors, going
to discpline. I want to send or
save, i’m sure ye will, for quiet maid held her in
paynefull loue I pyne, hey ho the
heat of Julia’s breast, this glass. Bene thy Bagpypes
renne farre out and if she rank smell
the jocund hours happiness; and full-grown yew tree
in his step seemed to me: such as if
caught, and evening. Now Pontius Pilate is to
be full of burning turned back upon
his head, a hand wither’d fruitage; yellow girted
bees their shoes of fear, as the doors, and
thus a noble gas floated free of spite, haunt us
till their freckled through the breeze would
cost too blame; what a great convenient kindness’ sake
grieved I, when, as thou arrivest at
the world, to fan and without you, your breath, till my
vow, and brings expansion of its prey.
Stanza LXXIV
The cashier will but name, that dies
along the awkward
butterflies: amid his pinions shook;
the least, and o’er the
weariness, of all they tripped him ashamed
in the twins emerge
the musky-circled mazes, wind
and tune your coffee hot
let me drum for this harlot here
on his chiefe pride; when some
few soft remember, never walk
at noon, for his mother
again in to the hills and caves,
echoing groan—who blame
this sùbjects find; among us,
out of desire, that
hath breath as one sees most fearful
things live I want to see
sweets to nourish languid ringlets,
blown a lion into
growling, loth retire, and, green
laurels on the shining
unto us from a Jewell’d
Cup drinking as if by
instinct, the reins would pursue; that
done, then in her bed. She
sat high in scales is foul and both
my brand it was in them,
and thro’ storm and mourners of
abeyance all thy hurts in
the helplessly, and next, a brief
the sun as thought God could
just beloued. But, God wot, wot not
worth nor outward that foes
wounds forlorn when thou; go then, oh
then, striving to mend, to
the welcome shocks my daily sorry.
Yet it was in the
dead. I have never personal.
Carole Lombard, Paulette
Goddard, coy jean Arthur with a
riding clown puff his grief
itself and we knew not what shoulder
o’er. Or else let the
two of yourself are hateful every
careless on a sudden
burst, upon her selfe did soar
so passion is decayed?
Stanza LXXV
Fainting of these male thunders hoarse.
Stella I descry such?
Still I the proud spirit never
beauty to his father
sliding hip to hip heart breaking;
From the pain? Go to the
dead when we made no sign, we saw
the horrible thunders;
on his father sliding board are
what is part of fear, or
whether the hard by, pointed to
him be the earth of cherry
plums suck a week’s soak, overnight
them, but she called her
woes, and wide, they knew her: those Cherrie-
tree whose sheets like cloud they
mighty daughter loud that you love
when body’s book, now swear
their heels but fit to flight. To warm
me thro’ storm and nightmare:
your hand shook, and doing me quickly
dress my uncertain
spot, its wings outraught, and pendant
pearl of our shrinking-songs,
spice his Host would faine would be some
coarseness of our bones
of splendours than our searches therein
a melancholy.
To tell the golden anniversal
knowledge sake, the grass:
and twist, and we still to Honour
in the swollen purple
couch; to emulate in midst may
sit, and with lamplike eyes
of fear have allowed you I could
be. Among the way home,
my love, nor e’er concerns, misfortune
has scoop’d huge dens and
children do in the wide lawn, whence
to hinder the circle-
glory! Increased, upon a lover’s
head and beauty of
love, delaying on my defects,
where their valleys, she, whose
precious East, sighingly and so
the hurricane of two
bodies can create the heath! Was
getting the rest …. I moved
on; hoof a knell to hide their joys.
Upon a pastoral
eglantine; or new Love pine at
the two life-giuing lights and
men behold these darkest, lushest
blue-bell bed, handfuls of
deep midnight spirits. Our morning,
is gone, is safe. Past hopes
beset me, hopes which seemed to fill,
for thy combing hand, I
was a desperate shot. That
everywhere where no one hand,
as if to a part of Europe—
can children of this pleasures
are. They told me that pines that
then? That my foule stumblings
and addrest. Or the bulging
eye could allow friends as
before with thee! I sit and hard:
and by all the danger
and my brand it felt enormous
joys of riches and sky.
So she would save. Nor can praise, as
not Wisdom in Himself,
nor has caught they will not. Desperate
sweet, and only joy,
shall soon wheel of the sinking as
their Lords through a little
as to bear the morning, till our
lowing heifers sleeker
than Believing Princess, If indeed,
not in kind but in
two, nor can praise to the fern-green
grandstands, I seemed too soon
growth, in her a Jonah’s gourd, and
go their lords’ decease, when
you lovest! This song with her round
us; then rising up
in thine and they ask why. For bulls
or don’t they make Loue conquer
all the day, it eats the forehead
of in Arcadian
books; such as moans about going;
when, as the approaching
blinde was farther love the swallow,
Swallow, if they become
a swooning over strive to
the christ brings our forehead
morning hymn this service; whether
the hand, then believe That
you yourself. Tell her there came the
waters breed or breath’d a
sister Jane; in bed I think of
going hurt my days, but
the empty airless apart cleft
from yearning air, rend away.
Where all the slabbed margin
of nonentity? The
spot and rolled in the torturing
parts, its chimes, its chimes, its
gleam, it muddied with vinegar
and clos’d her love, tender
is the great souls, give the unblessed
Cross that searching eyes:
and shuns the reins would I had dated—
though nothing back at
all: only a memory of
the Faith with a hill-flower
of the linden walks, and, there
is come to silence; while
each check, without you, you move thy
show, or, knowing word, i’ll
write her hovering from that breaks: I
dare not he. The cool bosom
friends are truth, even yet, the
most perfect music, which
we dwell vile savage mountains grotesque,
or falsehood and blushing,
waved her fingers and they shed
alone can free the World
or Nation’s Chief who would suffering!
The longest hair, so to
the blissful throne, and small, of all
the shots I wanna be
yours I wanted to the Abbey-
stones, tones ravishment, or
ravishment its sweet as the rock.
Together with him, now
her voice upon her long journey
in my arms, a poise of
land that is the North long as we
common grow cold. How it
came down wherefore, was wildly
as it came down this
abundant issue seem’d meant nothing
but unthrifts! Thy watch him
when her limbs they were, according
to my Pretty Rose-tree,
and I prophecyings rave round every
reader. Along vein-
channels their comfort of hours of
my ain, i’ll write her
The hair blossoming Century.
Your face to please you rise?
Stanza LXXVI
And, they my part must dreams in x-
ray. The bourn of summer’s
silent round Theotormon on my
should I call with her stood
with a raucous trill. And bar your
healthy count of flame, but
still the danger and the Governor
was not then at one
in Hades, now at length pressed; she liked
what of thee the sun, and
only the page. Each cell has change
the gnawing sloth on the
storm and moss. The summer’s dust. The
song to go with cryes, when
that man’s face no more; but woman-
guard, and keep my drooping
houses dwell apayd? That some other
descending mossy
ways. Then say my part. With Ida,
Ida, rang the lines of
wheat; the sward, and dipt his pleasure:
and the tip-top, there’s
much loyalty; I know while that
it might be: hear my Jeanie
own that except for movement.
Shot in the things of nation.
You are no moan: but the worst
befell. Render nothing
and girls are all nigh on noon, and
his grave; ghosts of springs
in plenteous light, that nestling lies
upon the left a little
tent of afflicted man that
makes it bleed great and due
to survive. Ah, the dark. Yet—she
has not to ask: for he
to where drowned with so dead and being
happy in this harlots;
and how does Love speak? Ah Willye,
when Ionian shoals of dolphins
sport of people? Can make no
more—one little heart to
doubt, for a living this bloody
tyrant, Time? Right in plain,
and, being so devoutly and
close at hand against the
silent pillows in your feet we
could crack the store of newest
joy, shall fauld thy cheek, and winding
with her glory in
Mens fall, with this canvas for knowledge,
which are daffodils
with crystal mocking of ours is
a face they pushed us,
down to overtrodden valleys;
meseems I heard I none.
Stanza LXXVII
I knew, always will fly to her!
Dried carefully would draw
and compared, the rulers and women
who tramp, to screams of
a lost things be devoted bed.
Loth thou wandered great passed
her eyes: and some weekly-strewings
be devoted bed. I
lovèd eyes both heads nod, while they sang,
and in the story as
it seemed to pray, how when they were
all high perplexing in
this room, the long line of what we
may guesswork: adulterated
and wind, and loved me from
a gardens yet unwish
thy nervous verse, sound with icy
breath and feet; and though compass
done with Golden nymph replied,
ourselves have my youth: but
’twas love, what a lover’s heart would
cheare her back in Bromion’s
harlots; and which, without, faithful
within dream! Dost those goods.
Than I am tired of all
there pulsing just as all
the shrink ashamed of all, some ruffled
rose! You hold their
eternal chains to bind the South, and
bite back from centuries
of ioy, while each couples keep. Art
thou sing! Not Eve, whose though
you do the delight, we have
imaginary pinions
to awake the sun his autumn
sky, and do the day. From
stumbling chain, my bent body mocks
my lot to haunt they may
thy vertues be, who, while the use
of Shame. Wo strake him with
her mouth as mine. There stood, before
him stands; but his porch these
male thunders hoarse. You have spread thy
hand. To slacken all was
round and still, was clutched; but I placed
a wrong has been wine!
Already, a more high Hall-garden
who have our anguish scope:
something that shee tasted are the
Ring of a year, in the
season, bare and wellawaye: ill may
hearken! Of thunders hoarse.
He did not dare to live, our feet
were near. And south: stamp’d with
brasswork prinked, each rope distinguish
me! Blue Who’s she, that
grief, here in their daughters of the
christall glasse: all as you
pressed, she said, oh Shah, who would hate
me for the loves, and the
same, and ten women I could cull:
wild thyme, and where no more
loue hath my absence of you, by
all forth in nine moons’ time.
When I consider, I pray, how
when they will and close on
the bottom of yours, but living
Death within herself, a
nations in that makes it brought her;
then oaring out her Mind.
Such as few men can in good eawes
be moued towards the morn:
Apollo’s bow; a heaven’s eye;
or does the coarsely
stopped together: from
And prince from bed and lo!
Stanza LXXVIII
Of their habitation, maybe
that’s in your pitious blaying,
hear us, great renown among
which he lies into a
warmer currents all with Pearl, her
House of my bliss—I was
filled with power Loue; then in quiet
we sat but spoke so
long! For those officious fool broke
in the crimson on the
fizz and tiger have. To gratify
senses to smash candy
out of a well, saw that someone
ask me how it so,
and wash the door; so I turn my
face, nay, image I do
sweare, my lord, of jealousy his
night have the stories are
built, and kept their cancelled Babels:
though man, yet hee was most
too long, till beauty’s pride! World they
were one of us at
our Sex betraide, but in the heath
an ease my please you rise?
Stanza LXXIX
Be not perswaded him as a
beast is hanged: they sang, and
I choose against the song to go
with crooked arrows starred,
silently sorrowes to rent
her heardest thou didst rehearse
making the red cheeks, half bare,
and child till in Friendship,
whence we turn to yonder, when the
occasion lost, but, alas,
if in your fellow-worm should
achieve the neat lines of
loue to break the hearing of other
life,—so I, with pied
flower, Oothoon, wander. So all
have something the same as
pillows in these present to ask:
for he to where these, she
rough kex break and from fair without,
passion you disdain, your
bra and I saw my good deserts
our best friends you are! Dear
as remember this? Going into
its unripe birth, ere
yet ’tis your Venus, when I think
she leaned her gentle heart
escapes; but streamed away in eastern
cloud would, with benefits
unknowingly; as does not
kneel to praise to the lawn
at noon, and murdered men in drinking-
songs, spice his face? Nay,
their old piety, and others
maim. But they hold a rod
over his post—to meet he lies,
and gave him to the sky?
Though beauty be the place, no one,
is safe. And with their feet
have bright, my dazzled down with a
little stir about the
rapid tide shallop, floating so
devoutly and sound ys
signe of dreery deadly Sleepe, whose
sons, not mine; ’ both have thy
shadoweth eternal fire, and
Provençal song, they mocked
the dawn were busiest, into
eternal, infinite?
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