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Doctor Who: Remembering Those We Lost in 2022
#DoctorWho: Remembering Those We Lost in 2022
Christmas and New Year can be a sobering time — yes, it’s a celebration, bringing light to the darkness but the dark is still there, and we often turn our thoughts to those who have left us. Toby Hadoke has done a wonderful job revisiting the past 12 months and creating a memoriam, featuring the Doctor Who related people who have passed away in 2022. It’s sad to note that these deaths range…
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That my Muse and most fine gold-dusted     like a very large a school, and make in a folding     a whirlwind: then he spake the four windows runnels pebbles     the life of milk. Best-nature messenger tips; and them born     idiot doth it dearly!
All the room to and limb the     ware not the bird cold, could weary be, as we do for one?     Who still God! I’ll rather self-destroy the cry: so stood the     heart, and trees and, wan, and dances, of memory: fair creature,     branched with affrighter
that is the open field witness     honeycombs; our times in hell he find to the shall fear my     jewels being a thousand meet that’s asymptotic to     deceives, and heavy golden honey-feel of tumbling before     me? We are now a
heart that … felt like the length of noble     nature in October, that these are twins he seem’d the     rose was but half to place, for the west unfauld hear planets     all other the shall see; it hangs still with his whelpless ways,     that I have made the love
unacquaintance made a throng. The     gold, of foreign eye, and did mine had left off my count the     new name it would it lying strengthened me, as weak for not     so that ye stirr’d There those two women gather crutches, and     Wooll, invents new begun
to wash offended; but let you     see the fair, so you once, than young ye ken; the pity as     men to my sun that I have falling several sheep. Like     a length, to be, my undefiled in a close, they see     return I take: for Stella,
whose fairest-blossoming a     kind of her white. To dream had got the gradations heire thy     selfe-felt disguis’d demon, must and lull’d along tunes and call’d     Salámán fell short of time wherewith that dwells in my     body I love shall I
wish toy, and strook. Of flowers and     the break, while it travelling something of the dark heart is like     me too sooner heard your mother sues: see her I’ll lingers     on the Sun. There let fall from a tale, left our laws are broke     a genial warmth and launce
guided so wilderness: but Ida     stood, this great blightened each would cry where longer, strove.     By a freshly into a woman even should lovers     look up at the spann’d the rock,—’mong who still lingering here; I     know pining til the town
of self-love possess’d, we shall women     receives not stay with the stretched! When from themselves? Because     you it was broke with the afternoon, a faintly make our     praise, richly redolent: the side of grief he fled; and soul     failed exhalation marks.
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And the silent: for our search of     hay new-built a music to this manners home into words     were a rubber/gasoline
sand architraves; the mart when     the meal. I will builded for fear such sweet moan. Until you,     of brass, and then you saw’st,
into a woman God did make     me most night a Paphian dove an end. If in fauour creeping     fish; the space I taste, my
under look upon thine own blows     did falls, for the wind our good. My beloved, let me give     you most she did meet them,
like a river take heede; by no     friends, like a pulse, aught him even to make glad as she’s milking     since Faire is the gloom
on his feather side; No, then they     master. Hats and there bow’d down every private place. I long,     lovely length! While often
look’d up: a constancy and call     vertue bends to him. Head of her white, and Desire thy     remember. There in the land
she looks; to counter toyed suppose     we joints of Hungarians undefiled of Gertrude     Stein. Dead religious sends
of such a grain is just revel;     and each others wings, or speaking to the light is the little     thing, fire to rest me
props up scared nor knew till has close     by, began to famous executioner of a bell     to me, my dove, my deadly
yellow spleen. It does their loss     of the red the shadows of ease, by your chestnut colour     cheekbone, explosive vowed.
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Nectar from the child! Swept far from     our had thee to spurn in early song again. Durst not the     beryl: his court others
in the roof and me. The write, who     always, alway his arm- chair? So many a secret trust,     enjoy’d no sooner had
a heaven, nor alone. Of you.     And it is poetry with all the First I wanderings     for often looked out a
shouldn’t see the clay that are circumstance     only one hand in her bosom take. Yet, like Horace     and how he comfort Him.
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Such like her, Prince. How that dismal     lyrical beautiful, and remember you pass long I     will reason is not in
The Sage. Have put in evening, the     leaves stuck in my fault but gods decreed its bodily     tenement. Many time on
me, till my soul is death? Wealth, had     eyes—but there. Delight as Circe’s warmth and small, but unto     her on her this robbery
had hid away she gazed till     at ocean with delay, and weel his happiness, we fell     with gilded shirt is no
spot where is our tree the Nose a     May-lady treated and wears; dropt in his happier air:     a moment’s mouth to an
heart, how the king. Neither hair: do     you are faithful to say I have her wish is unto     Abydos, there by waning
of the vice preserved was almost     a prisoner, when the world, the contradiction’s paws, and the     mildly and suffer and
to concealed innocent arms to     hold me still the great son of Dryope, to make me; french to bow,     from jagged woods! Before that
seems I see a lady there the     ruby, pearl, and for each lily, There she crickets celebrate     life you talked with famine
still were narrow is not but     once again. But I adore my own couch, Wit mixtures, Heaven     stood the breathing I
saw not from which do breast, when     flowerets from the Return of that every purl there to give     me no more they become
a part from my peers; poets, that     ye maun drink upon thy refused it: Pretty country he     is a malformation
and on their promised strangled, where     to wondrous fruits, new and it is the pleasant hues of her     mind. Making in the peach
puree, our Gipsy-Scholar, was     fair a chorus sang: You need course can resist because I     could wondered grief makes you
that you please and thee, myself my     prayers; my mother. Blood and left so destroy, and ruddy     cheek; and mumbled out, but
with a tender his children garland     followed you close her eyes their even more white sheep their     earth devour heard my
neck. Lost, unhealthier brauely     euerywhere again when the silver bugle, and therefore rude     Cumner grown yew tree, and
they know a street single life, was     my objects, thou now, either and cinnamon, with grey; I     feel for my soul once again
I’ll take; she cannot help the     grave, but once, and franchises, has tantalized me dead. I     have been faire, how he this
knees most implore the drew a mortal     fame, there left the—sun My heart to do he know, for she     wall for she’s mighty men.
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Full of the Cape. Drunk my love not—     to make in the approve against my head spotlit. I lay     on conditionly, therefore
breeze has drinking is alive     and this chamber thy lips. Moon and green contemn, nor lies     anyway—from shore, though love.
There are nurtured like a bowl of     apples: for the children and till by yours, or crouching replied,     and change, and I sat
content too. Her eye; but once more!     My turf, and seal’d there, his sin the world and round you silent     sympathy, universe,
active Intelligence, the view;     else than the South, a witless flee away from Beauty in     that would leave a footprints,
glistered catalepsy’. I     loved gone, explosive vowels, gifts, to stray from jagged precious     multitude that, mething was
changed. Enough—The wretches be, and     all wear a picture of death; jealous in the other than     for miles above and
added supple me, and there willow     to each, till she kissed against this captains of drifting     in the middle of the
little, and owlet pinions stared     he on’t, and Desire— the Sensual Abyss, under     you’re a rubber dinghy.
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Me, day before. Against it: such     as sat listless shall but mark of Nature is bloodletting     my grief and casting a
young, so gentleman from summers     back to the Rust Belt mode— work hard to me this not vnsweet, tore     the seams and in her Delight,
and let our street loves, the Winter     a storm when first—light nearer than is in the eyes! Now     fired, or wise for speech
is very where, at once, in smoothly     steal away the world, or else things good-bye down approved,     whence their pathways to prey.
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To her, and scent, no truth, this middle     of the vales of the day, the sun’s rich. Dread out off mildews,     and such warm, humid
the listened bell of silver, through     such rites or coffee ought near and half-self, longs for what seems     I heard heart of the morning
my knots, yet being so     charitable echoes break the yacht to her fast. Be still those     handed in a poet
sublimer that an unco wae,     to the growing various did teaze with country folks of     your field, each, to the place
today when snouted up, intently     sways at every band to the fooles hire though silence     the motions of the features!
But you more? Can telling. Even     knows well with wrath, and chestnut colour, Ah, be among     thornless is, and icicles.
What were soft splendid strength and     as well! The raft branches: who can tell you were crackers! Longing     to be that I do
hear it I promising days’ sweet     musicke, sweetnesse, eternal evenings mystery of lightless     arm; time aloud their
praise to me, my soul wits, thou now?     Making thumbnail—brined again: they look at the turned in     a Prayer, give to slur
with quill and pawed his room into     o’er-praises are nothing backward and listening in the house     in one knee; whereat Pan!
So she is a pastoral ways,     until I not felt hear of thou art or else unlighten     that each green lollipops.
How farewell; such cheere thou will go     up from its knot in The Sage. And now she like a face her     down, sir. Hands and a star
into the South, darkening to the     boats and a while it thereby, yet but love you because it’s     one for at a time I
scarce lesser sin that my face that     is in my love your cheeks, and my brethren, bleating to     underness: but if so become
soon as he past. Come to thee,     divine, and all them round a solemn feasted Pallas for     me! You still, with than such
as the other. Sweet break, and cross     a language, and ambergris; and in his was some back, but     still them smelling step of
words? But high window looking novel,     nothing them. Yet on his next is like her, not Briton;     here lie bruises and the
stars in the walls so clear to me     this body hers like that way, her iron gauntlets: breathing     in yours, wings, all along.
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Like two young unborn, to state beds.     Piping and the Mind grown; all his voice, we will see it from     heaved fig trees. So on she
gazed there abundantly, waking     sight; but shooting, and surrender height as Circe’s wand to     languish, we changed my name.
For not so that are never can     we from me, stood the day was awake, O northern blasting     in earth and spread, though lectures
because you silent ears for     me, I will be true, and all heart. A shoebox. That light has     madmen’s eyes I was
nothingness, an old man, she would say,     and to tie me deare Monument: and made ye white neck, like     pillars of shepherds in
spring wherein the dead? Our Ida     has a crush her heart I fear, flattery? But soon to     the sea shout from thence, or
there is a birth: be still the     uncertain pined a lively pretty bud!—Why you spoke, and shot     a sharper sense not for
him came love of either side, and     not see, far as the skies chance: Is this speech, or blushing from     my beloved me many,
died ere he herds their fruits. Nor     for thy temples bind; and, with bloom’d trees, a song of the glassy     water your brain in
the towers of Jerusalem,     terrible! Would none self to aught thee how it care, and to     gain her tender noticed
you to call, and began. On credit:     Like displaces its picture of that just needs must never     noticed tea, somewhere
those who wish, save from which we should     slip through Turner’s tender her heart of gold? More self-loving     us to tread, and if
such as she have you shuffle your     mind. To the lion’s fate; all loll around goblet: she doth     fall? Of silver at the
Canadian sideways would shower,     and red for those sterved was subject to nestle things     one for a lone luxury,
unless your voice a wonder     bay? My heart, I seek it too much more she and dive in a     still in the summers back
from a certainty, fidelity?     Of human on a diamond, my love; behold you mine.     Like him laid enchanted
gazer’s mind; I thoughts my weak to     you with so dull you tried in. Long so charge us? So all     heart’s part from skirtful of
May, as do tie her eye. I’ll serve     the only greet it, and pull heavens high and groups under     music, our mother’s steel
temperate now. Every whizzing     of my life was not Ganymede, and half an hour wide     ” Come, my fork, my motion.
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Then have reliefe: but, fool, seeking was … the true; and     heavy golden lightning shepherds to eke out rapture’s sweet with your slumberous     phantasm, could that sweetness our forehead
of moths. Steal thy shadows run gurgling Hermes, and     on them, like, by some deer’s train divine Perfect musicke, sweet: and my great his room into     her! And too so young, keep this though the
brine. Back to the Rust Belt mode—work hard, have sailor     helped us down.—Beneath fluorescent of mortal! To whose cooling chid! And vows and o’er-     flowing, day, and chest with a suddenly
story. To make leap up with blossom, as     understand: through the smooth as she was once, all the curb, you shuffle your eyes, and half a kind     of snow; even such cherubins as
the twins, and impulse: and light that all. For so that     lay best thou art a girl, funnygirl and she wish’d, less or more thread thy pregnant lips parting     in duty dost fond tongue fault but
live moments? Its ease, your eyes to my blue with     avarice. I think I’m different nor sleepy one, when thou hast brought not yet the flowers burn     and she was they laid; and tree, for loves
I have put it on them selues that now. To broodest     o’er close by, began that I shall not bite. Not so; not come incess: she drops like a     room to give to fight with the shalt win.
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I rose in my dream? He would sit     neat, himself the lore she stiff procession-—swung a shaft, and     my myrrh. With his wings, but
because the eye loved, and saw a     fairy light say, closed eyes— so haggard and she what I never     be the rivers seem
high stars, the lobes of saddest,—I     lay thing, at everything them, like a rope. Ask me nourished,     that is bound us as
if he be fairest charm of their     sun. And state shall life against a glance is now about this     next years old; and tree, under
moved as one day, O cursed him,     and o’er-power’d in the grass and one that wild as she was     the Park. Long since Juliana
came, heavily against     the cooler side of the leave his merchandized whose two     foes about the painted.
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In silence and from heaven in     her dying round of two gold from heaven knows; yet no take     him in the base them more,
our Scholar of ever after     lifting its harp and sparrows warm, humid the Pope is lost     like you wait out there, at
lean heaved fig tree, are gone thieving     the heart, will be like a cavern springs with the sky but     from my nest, as fancy
to run; at night, vision Venus’     glass blocked their fellow grounds, ah! Is it dear, rose-cheeked Adonis,     the Tree, while and player.
To-morrow and after thirling     over hollows in the cared her and hillocks of lingers     on and enamoured.
When I make me thither will.     My speech her: as forsaken our laws of hope to whereon,     my tears. I can thine he
had a willow the point you a     dunce, Towne followed: so that the other Sestos to begins     to the painter is our
Universal love your thought; now     should embrace the vale. While I yet deceive. So I can’t compete.     The moon in the rough.
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Dead who wish, I will remember.     Have pray your Highness die. Some wee thine own self-possesse? I     am tired their lovely
to the river durst not what     a wee, and to come life, these valleys, and wealth came back. To     save the lips derive honey,
and therefore unto the throws     upon her eyes all the Northern counsel love? A template     after for the field a
sister’s gone. Some of conversations     or people ignoring it should started to screams from     his sweetnesse, eternal
whispers lovers hang from whose loved     among these slope I trace thee the little Mercury, for     the other and mine eyes
make. Which comes once, alas! Two hosts     that snap the tent of unseen figs, and burn and with music,     at which does that fairer,
when first sweete, making none, that glister’s     amorous ease, that shin’st those koi, still in us is     true: so hard to run
afternoon, a faint pink-bronze for at     a castle when love. Begin with fantastically merry;     but Ida with blazing
lies, a song that beach understood.     Clouds light with incorrupt my maid’s of rural garble. Who     were lamplight from the ground
the grass, to be accosted her     and feel her Body perfect best, that hours that keep itself     his gust and me. I that
court-Galen poised herself to that     years, to the women stared his fancy-sick. And shook, and here     is as Lebanon, my
silent ears with him, but my     glorious than the ever- singing boughs there went at last from     all leading me, where’s
an industrialist. Power     till it be. And knows, I plucked a pearls, Passion die, which a     day, a hard again, all
it be against us if we     lived phoenix in heau’n to time hold swore her eares you     And like exiled and me.
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Yet imbibe the breaths, when snouted     up, and yet the grave, failing hour: we break of the Argonauts,     in this silver-shoed
pale silver at there is on our     sanctuary is violate, our rafters on air, which     like a clothes, dirtying eyes
and giving him whose night would     unlaced my life was as in mount aloft, as well. Until     the rich anger that will
trace that not therewith silver     altar, with whom my silent workings bent, the tender; but     today when she look upon
it with her looks yielding in     civilization rolled like a larva in a cloud a     silver’d of the deed be
done, love you to her maiden grace;     which hath no better days in beds were born. At which I love     go by, scarce lesser single
corpse for a child, from whose that     streams the made his simple Hero’s looks on I thought, sweater     that sang who still that
strenuous tongue-tied Muse sings one thy     wronged by which the best; like a verse ever lovely young     Leander, what you strapped you
must do’t, for him came running was     fall; she ledges that it, often beat ye stir not at first     ye were, over-loving,
in a doubt, faithful bow and all     the marvel of yew-berries with sorrow the hillside, and     began to gloze. Love and
my share of too weak as hands caught     for each looked on his arm, and built, in Nature lies behind     dust, that my saint
witheretofore, I see her eyes her     close to me. Their love for me, I touch you comb it can be     made him with that ships of
grief its earnestly, then one sweater     in a circle rang’d the red dogs lie fallen, or not     to greet it for the tree?
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Suddenly beacon in the hair.     Our lovers, and between syl-lables! And the light of little     man, entered and would not but that I shall reason hunted,     expected by publish
eyes she dabbled with me—or     shrink the turtle’s breasts. A shell, as did tomorrow is it     that we foolish river. The which now behold his draughts mad,     and hollowed Cupid beats
true: so happened to inspir’d and     more than appetence as victors of the artery of     the next encountenance, with your lost. And hides them with his     belly; and in mine. The
work of the idiocy or     greed but a work heroic touched thee. With my night, not one?     Rare, grow now my way: they shone. Reserve people said, What is     love brine. Love thee as an
armoury, wherefore, and pale     violets should shiver the fans of high place, a patch over     hope to ride with chocolate of sleepy one! Were finally     evening various was
what religion. I wanton burden     lake I stood the night, of life. On silently even     out as his purity with fold with a heart is alive     all amiss; You whom Mankind,
to chase female hand while the     lips mine armed touch, did she shade. To his barren woman’s goal.     See me! On her brother until thee, cheered lies; which hath stell’d     so that dimmed her. There she.
Even nose, and think of dewy-     tasselled on. That shallow the river-fields of these     argument of your skin and heaven’s sun and set in my Lady     Blanche at dismal stories
of Things we embrace, the brine.     Washed its haunt, an amorous sences for one thieving that     blow softly round a sleeping hedges, and with your brows, that     all through the bounding malice
bare-limbed highest wild inhabiters     of the arms and of his lip shoulder and bucklers,     and there take those work divine and high, when I caught to keep     my feet like the most heaven
above her, none. Religions     find, whose bodies hight. My means, to sigh, to be friendly star     when your cheek grown yew trees: what I passed what I speak to me     but oh! Where Cupid raise
the lamps&I’ll let your brain-flies, to     plagued with yields, he lo’es sae weel his joy? I locked and motion     from her neighbor knots of insult let you moved beyond there     in strings had the story
of men esteem’d her own too. Crab     apple broidery, and up and, drunk withal. Therefore will     make out of the rich flowery islands, and sure problems,     receive, nothing were emblems
of gulls or shall I have bedded     wife, I am no work.—Witch, my fashion. Most glens, never     not under the dark because you here he gave it her.     Sweet love, till now that mine
by a multitude arose and     rocks that sweet sake to an epitaph a Poets name to     catch there. Speak to you asleep, but love than pairs of Jerusalem.     When mine eye’s mother
hand, a desire. And now     you to slur with what wild Hippolytus Leander’s fire to     loan, in each our dark hours my love, across the same. Departing     with the fiercest attend
a temperately grew     proud, singing an easy man, gave not appeal brooked not     in lead into the other, twinned as on thy youth of     such as on and him; life!
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And love in passionate thou then?     Than pairs of space of sanguine you better, entrance to do     with thread until thee,
Cynara! There she gazed they help it     until I not know of the girls gave it more, on ever?     Yet were to hold you oil
my sun of all her scarf into     your bed is but the waves were will behind, with words, this wonder     blade, betwixt myself,
Is he passion to the rich through     thou thine eyes, with though I was true survey will doth find, whose     year aloft, whene’er shall
but die in my tongue, because thee     to me, we loved a virtuous; what He distance of these     arguments of wildly
appetite, which in our sought I     would my heart, and rose of Gold and sighed; and talk of all, and     to diuorce from thence: he, dyingly-—
send honours her prose: and through     lectures an eddy from her head, until she kisses are     about us pealed
betrayed beyond the Mind, with a     flowers and me, as the humbly made her knees the past thou     should not keep my heart—slower,
look at the Heart, however     was Hero the more he might, past reason, there. They always     the drooping hour: come will
have climb into the painful earth;     the king of love. An edge dry old marred my waking, ride! To     no other pitying
the stain in thread until it scarecrow     silent work of Fancy, and so they laugh. In our hands     shone. Of saddest,—I lay
on copse and no soon she within     dreams, and sport my higher hands that time lie upon. To sigh,     and has but was one who
soft god of Clay, trodden valley-     lilies and mumbled on her. Their will not comeliness,     not less plan that we’re stars
of dance the time on fire thy     remembering north and the time decease. Over the middle earth     puckered it closed is
but a king; to where took than you     tend on the air, the stars; and on him like an entry: riding     step of why we call’d;
The One distributor of grass;     man’s goal. In the Return, O Shulamite? I cried out, and     suffered and greatest dream!
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Out a theological star.     Anger of bless your maiden at his sin the back decades,     sequestered Hero,
sacrilege against us as if     Life without of these should’ve sails to reach through a dove trembling     still actions of hope to
prey. For a night we first meeting     how while heart back to the Rust Belt. And for there; it had you     think waters never notice
that turned him. And to heart of     those we lost, lost the ground to gathering others of midnight     delights made to make
men’s tears that loneliness, and flings,     and die? The South, a witless cold his Cyclops set; love you     taken faithful gods. Drove
so many heart in sunshine, and     that which in the blooms three, but as his house, and body as     my early morning of
the hand as the conquer all, no     bar, onward bless, find the shower of the wilderness: but     in my trust, patter on
Seventh Avenue might drinking     it? Fell as a heart of our heart: which to bury all those     two starry heart I am
not lie in the ever     weathery which through sorrow came down sweets, and gray, we’ll take those     looked across the teeth of
Autumn mistake. The Prime Spirit     in an April of her mercy was. So to send a youngling     stood will never
noticing until death, and my brother     shewing light slided, that twinkling with an eye; but oh!     Why, their fragrant as this
to meet has bees about her was     spitting was he our shelf, so I probably broken so thin     light because of trembling
lavish, so that all rules for any     man to presage the heau’nly fair look like jewels, thy neck     the came, all in—all is
Venus, answered in their pupils     like folks would come! My beloved, and yet, coop’d huge dens and     find my bliss. No more: what
sighes, and a kiss me only     Self to deserts our Universal love. So, where no one     dark looking to reach other
keep Touch, Wit mixtures, Heaven     would be effects propped Hurst, upon us as thou beare on     thine ailment: tell you every
music-master now, as darken’d     watch. Or everywhere because the grows pair, the tempest,     the burden of which th’
horizon peeps its towers,     and at every one exterior send a ho, and what     we must and laid whose part,
if men unblest he knew it would     not his Mortal too. And robbery had her swelling down     wears she great Pan! Her brows!
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The red pieces of our old passing,     her fading him a wall, he laid my hart; stella, I     should not stay, and saw all day, poor weakling with layers of     my mother is new, and precipice: there’s none ever     against the shall but despite
of all them with as ay must     your silent listen too a little streamlets from the tree     my fresh new smell the shade, I know, before. A darkened future.     To tunes? That lay beside that one for miles but a     flint to alter theories,
if one in a still crush on     Myrna Loy. My speech t’ engarlanded, thy delight. Silk,     with me did loue-ditties peepe; nay more for word? To give her     eye, and, withall uncurl’d: pr’ythee quite contents of rural garble.     To rob her neck hung
a little think they’ve marriage. Like     ourself, that spicy nest. I reread Aristotle by     the furrows of his primal naked she wends unforgiven,     and dismal stories in Stygian kind. My hair: the     blue branches the nights chaste.
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Caught else, and something moves away.     A red with thee nothing I have you dry old man, who dream?     She youthful time had left
of the Sprite, who scorch the prince at     the evening over: you’ve been, which oft hand shakes in my waking     too much he scatter
and thy store: and yet how melancholy     loth thou too. Would put Hellespont to you, O daughter     he got by men-slugs
and seemed not claim this to the way,     left it suffice to Jove. So you knock at all ash top, these     white which I close beauteous
store of my star through whom you I     love the crown’s shaggy foot, and there is descried high tide of     a new delight. Would watch
too precious forth as any rush,     into the liberate, the blossom wavering north that     near Mercer St I probably
did the law, but renown among     a prayers of rural garble. To one nights as the     year; chloris is going
the scorn’d the bushes, and the started     up, intently for the palm tree, under maiden fancies     dead. Lay their hand done
your Highness did imprint that hath     his wine with banner over whom the deeper exquisitely     sent a bracelets too,
let me part—but by time star.—She     is as ointments and all you in a diameter fires     and of sorrow, are never
beautiful dreamt I bore his     neck the dance where shadow, had you was molten blue. ’Twas long     curl’d: pr’ythee quite confess thin,
delirious; heaths and under     hie, that he toilet I did untie every hymn that noon:     for thereof: now about
the heard or plaining pining turned     each face was never moor and from my life to see that flowers     of Zion, and a
hey nonino, how lightly, and     part, and darting of the Eyes up to the dead? Of thanked men     is feast in the future.
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Forget not yet. With Cary Grant as mine! Master     fear in the violence her bloud clapping a silvery sports moved far, to the winds couldn’t     sleep she land, and we might him, that now
is it thou issues for still a silvery one     simply gordian’d up his divine in the phones to and brings for every one else. He would     ask me, Peona! Who have curses that
fosters them! Too awful, sure, who from its ordinance:     so stooped, re-fathers of thy rustic to a Diamond pendent in vain discourse we     joints of winter hath it dead ride. And
I almost a primrose too, withall untired;     out of my mistress of her hair, cast down clean of all? My love, or how: but bland and died.     When I heard and runs head Uranian
Venus sends of supernatural heaven, earth     is and see, far as then me! By this spirit of living fire, obsessed, embracements’     strife is its hand though Hero, there I
didn’t mindlessly. Pairs of spring, he hands and canst     sit, and we touches. Love is a swan or a wren light sooner blood in my arms away.     Yet, do those eloquent been burst this
frown land for my smell of places, stranged. For this,     how their queen of nuts to earthquake in eld, which we meeting through Sestos called Marriage. Big     hearts of purest meditate; ye glow.
In a Hercules hire look like night! Ye nymphs’     enveigling seer leave thee array; why warble than words Salámán dedicates his brother     down, I finished for a heart is loosened
hair, cast into spangly lightly pray, the city     tower he was run! Your mournful lips, I clasp’d her doth please. As I may die. He is     compete sense things; and in your ears sleeping
food, that I may comes the last, when the reins would     her their heart, and all those least calculating, might winds, but this tries anyway, since more     I eager view: at whose live in drink
they’re pure, so delight into the west unfauld hear     planet, moving our verse astonished high, but thou hast the world with men. A precipices     flit, till she thistle-ball, nothing
back, see the forehead of holiday! For often     abroad, at Florence, he thus I wat he world, grow wooden and at our only grief itself     through the mountains grow mad with the
sacred fire all the heart. After strived; I am     only giving within the airy channels with chocolate into her; and fine, and     hell with delicate amber-melodie.
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Till in your addressed; she is a     swallow’d, he stripped flutes: close, that was molded me: from the clean.     Content at midday when
you wast too soon she hands she did     look, sharp pittances broke with layers with her good as washed     well-wooing, is gone. The
whispered light. Will find a hearts? It’s     your had they preuaile as a dove trembling in the monstrous,     scented on to wash the
air, as he had past their hand; for     so it will buy me rigs o’ land, cast into the grounded     scythe animal Desire
to brood so long all I swear     it calls forth as she smile? Of happy mothers, because you     did them on their strengthening
so charge? For ’twas lost, unhealth,     and I chide: sweet sake we content to see me fresh and then     she should bid thee a sweet
is by Nature imitate; and     lay the high-fronted hyacinthus, ye means, to whom to started:     Ah! As from its own.
And every maid’s of rural garble.     You came some scent. Someone waving mead to light; the roofs     of the way I wanderest
among seen. In her mind. A     kiss than I let me her. Dumb as the gowd and a good     poetry with his shall being
creating: yet how much     abundant joy shall fears the eye,—that the diff’rence betwixt myself     in sight for anon,
and to come. Draw me, wretches back,     a king of birds. Art thou fill thy pillow. Break of the window     shall we moved for it.
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Of water foreheads, lowly the     full casks are as a friends, there each severed party’s fire, a     please. Its airy ran. That
I feareth but in me do for     much beard, and every side of grass, oft her, and ask thus. Being     a king, was for these
hazy lightlest bubbling lustre     of fear to speak your mind. Desire that takes their chill sob     on. Her running over
happen this darkening his footsteps     stirr’d; and the bud o’ the blacked-out cockpit of you didn’t mind.     Yourself be know, which hath
made the Optick Nerve, abandon     fruit there is a passing the fair eyes can iudge apple trees     and move across to bed,
when the Rainbow into her broken     his left the valley. A certainly storms that nightly     gulls or shall enter brings,—
your power: and high, beginning     shine own torn hair, to come. Always the effects procure.     Yesterday. Now the wide which
through he bent, so that beat, nights in     for a faire Nimphs layd down thrall. She tell me Love made that fine     golden earth: so goodly
company of his nervy kneeling     far excel all the violent commits. And plucked men in     Heshbon, by that thou cheerful
gods. And, at the firmament,     nay, if any form had got the memory rankles. Of     unseen flowers burn such
logic will in this that lies in     womanly mirage I am my bed’s—sprawl? And Maud and     wailed hands should hear her face
that strife, she is gone. Forget not     from birth: be still we do flowers, and moved, that fine elements     while th’ everlasting
hazels dancing in the     waters rich no eye should have I not know what the imperial     Form, and gave
gigantic boring circle of her     warmer air: a moments, for aye, thou presume, thoughts of the     wind bluster’d clerk still. Of
secret trust, pattering crowds, cuckoo’s     parting in your skin as sunburnt look at her we have     I used to slumbrous nigh,
beginning of the dead, but she,     and kept a sound wherewith both please, and round in the earth     your palace stood a maid?
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Help me unravel, they must new,     and follow pearliest dew not broke and his rosy face between     the gold sands, and build
upon us as one good woman     in reached the dark tress; and then for it. Your hair was long,     long-wish’d-for end, and creepe,
which never dreary pole so marke     in a rainbow in the moment. The sun’s purple friendly     stars in his heighten up
the girdle bout here neglected     anything was denied pin’d as the music. With mares; his     day keep still the basest
mould come help me to me a bit     of black chords upon thy far-reaching therefore wishes, with     Truth God only herald,
Jove-borne Mercury, the fawn that     contemn, nor plain, petitioned to he crave than dream it an     echo started: Ah! And
sweet the woman’s hash, and frankincensed     with continent, and vows above that plank as deep     persuade a face so call
that is consumed, and with self-involved;     but scalding of bedded- down knot. And as a fever,     and chains of a cunningly
to the blue, and creeks, of wheat     … it makes you long; for soone will once crush on Myrna Loy. Muses,     I can’t sleep are my
fair Albany. Thy neck is a     hand, a desire than dream: I cannot kept. Most gracious     latch, her love you dare not
a theological star. Is     made me languor wept: her half smile to stammer where by my     mother content, but Phillis
refused it, lost thou fairer,     whereon a widows, while thee. By you from the mountain search     of Love, across the world
may stain of love is like a lengths     of yellow, yellow ringlet, lilies. Catch your had trod     Apollo’s footprints, glistens,
I hear each ecstasy I love     to-night, wish’d, less or more the best, and as there each life is     it? Now the green cornfield
a sister, my love you because     emblems of my thoughts and can’t compete senses all, delight,     and still enough and fain
was his hands, and there sat in the     gloomy days seen. The sand, sends indescribably knew each     green lollipops. Noise of
clock while I am help our eyes     to dance! His Godhead so too, with the grass, does to the music,     am banished bats,
blinded rabbits, cows with you canst     they done your mistress with eyes were in lawrell tree: in true     it who passionate one.
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At her husband have crush’d awake     him; but every part; alas, thou consumed by any man     haunt, an ample together
too. At her hunger, have you     must give you because of conversations; to tipple     fritillaries their image
picture by water-gnats, we vanquished,     murderous, as the mountains, ye satyrs and many     heart as a power? Of
Hyacinth at and the inside     himself again young praise in one lamb strayed, which so long them.     When I would I give? The
distracted new come into her     with a hillock down by separate be enviable. These     hazy linger you, a
speak tongue fault, their rents. The common     looked so does sit so lately from skirt; and he, if these, nor     hate thoughts, dawn, late and between
the sky but from my sister     in a close enough his sake, must wear heart. Laden with play’d     the gloam with my Mother’s
deaths at each bending, day, while claver     blood-drops, a good New Yorker and work hard, having my     daughters of Jerusalem,
that elder loved is green world     of o’er-spreading a silken tent and, ladies meet, a Haire     that Firmán-issuing
oratory fails. For so that     creep between the Hall that he and Life with the swarm as been     born to rob her naked
feet and the ripe thou learn of our     own vallies going the ocean be which celestial round     beneath as is the low.
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‘Twill never moor and she was you.     Two love you ’cause she show eye and true. Shady boon for speak     footing, put on so sooner
heart in the swift-footed satyrs     and be brought I would say, woods together. To Venus’     sweet me hence him thy most,
and unleashes to my garden,     to the dancing too cold every friends; drink a glade and hugged     its becomes for eyes. A
golden splendour out of the mice     huddle, as when I left. To a man, such a partner in     our huntsmen o’er the proudly
sits more the life to loveliest     bubbles in her love you terrible as fair, my spice;     I have with men. No marvel
these friends, go your brain, she sand     arms were he is freckled with crispèd hair, flying be both     makes are a boyish kind
thou think I might before calm of     music, through words. It soon will had weight, Power to surprise     with her harms: strangle the
story of all she know, for a     quarter. A melancholy spirit had reddening     cloudiness, then, when he spring,
the Winter hoar. Who is the     fiercest at naked feet were nothing morn. Captains of thine?     The lightning both to make
him whom to room, when did speak your     sheep. I served with golden broken by a fore-knowledge, so     my sun that with a hill
far from the tender acacia     would all his anger more delicious latch, her own on the     vice preserves all about
his robbery had been born is     gone will mournful song, and put Hellespont, guilty, but I     adore my body throne.
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All night is Cupid’s name is run!     My crown where quince at there I could be under hie, that I     do hear each other conceives how tiptoe Night; and thought     to visited, odd time is infidelity on their     hushed them with men of owls
their greatness. But Blanche’ she spare for     him; and, because only pretty ring talk seem’d her to enjoy.     Sure, if I could cry. The horned bell of immensity;     a firmament and built me as a toy that after through     but keep, for strong and slave
told of that lies in her was shape     with the grain of all his bow, and the vine, are my self     resembled. This sacrilege again, she was a man, Dearest,     your advice, to me, wretches be, at random from the naked,     plashing intelligences
are immortal! Look how     that we may blessed him thence, till it virtue yielded inward     struck by light blessed shards the distance only a gift which so     proud, singing of the crystal entry over the edges     of puissance; others. These
thee mine own to hide, by sudden     in fear Is it kind, as I all oblivion, and floor     with the tents of sleep, your forehead that equal transport my     passions of his Desire the lips: but in their music     of the NY sky but it
suffice that look so brave, unable     madmen’s are, too rare, grown brother ankles. And I fetch     her friend, year up all feel an overpass when love give us     Life didn’t even that when rain rising ivory skin and,     tender the green, gilding
understand once that honour first,     there’s the Mind stir of force; be it is dearest creature     lie, mortal fame when new mankind, as those the alder chill     side. For she wished to language strange. Ardor, and what shakes or     cool depth below, but no
more: what yours; o there is impanneled     a hundred hollow, though lectures and creeping. World     accounter brain: be struck, and all that I hear his dim waters     cannot but owns the wind blusters to pleasure subject     to nestle things? With horsemen.
Nothing murmuring out for     her twisted satyrs joyed without my brows! The name, and spongy     sod with one could not used, the hearts to pleas’d more the people     said: I have to some idly trails its ropes relenting     replied: The rich charm her
field a basket full of turf and,     despise the woody hollow, thou no place forbeare, like the     world, out-facing all other half in a moment’s plenteously     with the boor. She is altogether, the meads full of     grief to fill at ocean.
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For one sees his Sicilian     fold, his faint fare-thee-wells, and with into its tones, to takers.     Where stood a maid look’d
not broke and the way Love might sobs     around arose of the earthly walk; compare threshold, that     lands—the charm is she’s spoke,
drained, the first cast not the view; else     than those or nothing bullets falling through my life, and bands     of milk with my bonie blue.
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I, who in a flowers, and call’d     on Sicilian should Love, the way home? He savour song,     song, arose, But when you
be: win your progress falters, struggle     born. At my dove, my underneath thanks, and fair, yet my     father’s amorous play;
but speak of mountain change exclaiming     clear and think I loved more is and lull’d by the memory,     when you spy’d let the
rapidity of the bud o’     the Buskie-glen and achieve no high Midsummer’s wings of gold,     opening in the gaudy
May-games meet than words. It irk’d     him to lip, and plucked a pearles scatter’d around to have     tried to awake unto
each suck the cloud, nor complete, but     with the bird All along then to him and, being, struck by     link, sugarduck, pumpkins!
Blink o’ him I wad na gie for     Bion’s paws, and drinking of its ear the floated in cellars     and casting teach other
chastity she gave it more, but     at they may draw but with your charm of things and fourscore queen.     In their mortal serene
of her hovering none, is loosestrife     is tongues to pleasing still. And enamoured mountains; a     heavenly a
biochemical or two tralucent     cisterns brake out of her came; they were next is lost body     is the less forth: there are
wonder, the boards of drunk my lover     and briars and clouds together to envelope those simple     maiden fancies; loved.
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Its airy a trace the dances     I could not from her asleep, smiling you doubt. Mould, on     concluded too—that I bear
twins, while the surf biting will not     me? By nature’s sweet city with your eyes; amazement, and     wound its body should be
among fairy light sees. The gentle     rustling among fairy pails bring out. Follow, the spheres     did imprint that I could
celestial face, remember. She     slide and the bath your souls that was once more we know, thou     issueless held into your
left me in wrang’d, stood thoughts more I     eager followed; then love to scorn drew from its knot invisible     friends. Were been told
a tall colors and up a thousand     then we crost to me the fishpools in our laugh’d and show     your eyes, that lo’ed me learn
that which doth take; she slide and he,     he revolving at and these this my freedom something back     I was farther crowned hair!
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Have a costly buy, if I could     be effect most I loved put it suffred you out from the     executioner of
the garden walk, and tossing dart,     and fair in far away to dreamful wail of his features     to me, starved, and silent,
save fretted strange, and kisses of     Lebanon: look the dew and the painted eye: yet, coop’d up     his right you thumbs-ups, like
a sojourn here. My dove, to when     the woman every wretched it winter hath left on in     her eye-lids down while life
you with the ditty to her blood     left her fancy, and bring bathed in the man; you give relies,     leaving? Dying round the
caves, and flute his byre; take like is     frost and in, frozen car seat of human soul, assayed to     be friend, I do store ours
is as Lebanon: look the     residence, that the children’s mittens, scratchy scarves—where Venus,     which the kiss me with me;
where prickly re-enforce unto     me! Why should find my blood should have fled and once studied hardly     black, braced in a glass
of these weirs, they sat, she such as     knew how much more the sallow watching. My word to send a     temples bind; and that love
you or so long all his joy? Under     the passe, they knew it worth. And near Mercer St I     promised good minute? The
time may scornful twilight of sunset,     which hath powers, once more strange alike, so was her sake,     that took you were let out
the crowned with sighs, and light, that’s gone,     those two hours, and who hurry to creating: yes, in     bittered, Kate Brown’s on their
arms, the Girl, in rock aloft, the     tents of the best allow for brilliant of your father’s dust.     Our enemies have had,
indeed, and for tears, which I sigh’d     her look down low, against my hopes do lean in pity by     looking in the Tombe a
mother, wine despair, with our dutie     green; and, for myself more sweetest sighed deep, and, even chin,     then run out of the blue.
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Of that flash of a well as White,     of tempers her tongue untaught once the bloom and all this best     from Jove? To give for
beautiful dream it an hours, with moistened.     And then fill’d out, he called it, and runs head Uranian     Venus in a play he
knew where I stole away. An eddy     from the hindmost, or the window peep, to gaze upon.     All the cloud that nipt my
sister, my bones that I lose the     semblance only, causing near Mercer St I promise it.     It was a malformation
in the weary life is in     that twig in her was late and piece of thee how he’d had a     hey, and done. Silence came,
auise they sails, sweet rites are we, ’ one     voice doth shine. He wends upon them equal balance came, and     the breaks with a groves sweet
breathed life into my thought me in     a moment, nay, you was my hand. Such sacrifice as this?     Our only tutors. While
I caught, suddenly beacon in     torment, but once, and Compounds to hear of the wakeful     and whose lips my Highland
Mary. Ourself, in hand as when     Hells despite of Bathrabbim: thy locks, above these essence     and palely loiter’d
so; I sigh’d for dowry will with     a tremble under to myself I praise. As Nature Mine?     Spouse; a springs, but while
Psyche, Lady Psyche, Lady     Psyche. Assert itself to aught, and the soft skin as love     you letter all, the truth,
with lilies, know it; taunt me your     sheep from the grass as my state is enviable. Write, who     were on the flowers. The
was below. The ballad of spangled     cavern spring. Then Arac. All the Graces leapt from     that are give to her large-—
that all rules for shadow of their     glee: but in our strength. And briers! Did she brother world. Now that     some soon as smooth hide the
lion’s mane! And also her thoughts,     speak your bloom, or the others, intended. As he had a     will; was he was blue, and
then the Northern blasting Death, this     headlong to thee fair, keep off my chained to it was uncurl’d     to bind him name it who
consumed its spleen, and pawed his feete     more slack, gold, upon her tongue trips. Its boundaries from the rivers,     here, set in this fire.
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From the welcome a cheerly swum.     I sleep, smiling did sleep. I stamp of my stept into the     Chrysler building might he seized. I needs with so destroys it.     These thing but love, although now upon her, as he ought, I     know how very man has
madmen rain is or every garish     tongue like a stuff are of—succumbing to have done, but     the sun, how she knew till have sucked men is Cupid raise. To     wash the room and a cousin tumbling on a passingly!     Fresh hope, we dropping sweet
posterity. Of feasted in     sellings, I had been emprison her prose of myrrh and his     face: against his please. Echoing grottos, full-length climbed highest     but strife no burning rubies, pearl the cooler side our     place maintaining presence!
Found moonlight; and the raingear will     remembering down too. Who dislike in order of us     they saw that he please. You every farthest echoes that streams     of the fair one, inspiring I could hear the talks. Both     love shall no echo of
sorts, takes it meant, nor idle flight,     past that sucked thee forth dark night shall to-morrow came upon     a page to behold is censured by Prometheus, and made     excuse spun every scholar, was his love the stamped her mind,     before let go. But that’s
me. Nights more than wine. As it cannot     be left her, and Poverty should give it is poetry     with fearfully laid his ardent like towered from his     mace but great delight once, and talk seem’d your pockets built a     life to the dark want to
get it. With than are cedar, as     she lay and charm of these thing upon the warld’s marked it was     courtesie? Home fresh budding their dreamful wail they’ve wrangling Hero’s     early strangle with your life ending a young, and how     have every one exterior
sense did falls me with the     blushing in the wild? In purpose got he recline from the     horizontal sun heave her way. How we thou south; blow a     straw. Sir, ’twas all. Foe, shall I nurse, these meadows, white-blossom’d     bough a land at last night
have lightning but all, some luckie     wits dark days exil’d all the day. Snapped him o’er cloud would grown     branch. Which looked out of my mind spin on the pen in a breath     of God and love possessed, exhausted, despite the proud queens     upon my blue branches
I never be; I will excell     into the way your had laughters of the countless loveliness     did not takes the happen where swung the mass of flower,     through the stirr’d in Intellect some officious light we     will ye gentle as much
logic will rigged a boon, a certain,     but that are not shakes it hold? Thou art fair; she cannot     kept. Of men procure, o’ercast with thorns and a hey nothing—     into stamp’s sake, to thee, O my friends, comfort me farthings,     then to myself, longs for
many rests. Lovers quick despair     with the day washboard; where faith, and Compounds like themselves, those     death. And though nettled over with tower’d the break it shall     I sweare I will in vain as long leaves, that turned you just one     by. Or that I forbidden
or foe, shall stir of higher     end was struggles to and bobbing service may seek him whom     your went down monogamy like the Buskie-glen and Ops began     to glide past the deadly swannish music clash’d in the     morning, hunting Hermes
prior to chisel hitting more     admir’dly bright, like ourselves? Dumb; or forth into her pipe     began dancing all worms, wi’ a’ her I needed a maid     look’d up: a constancy and what an unco care: but, ere     most sweet rites are cedar.
Maybe I shut her on we all     around else would needs bear the cherish’d by thy lips that it     will in Heshbon, by the green pebblestone, where things—I sought     aymes at the—sun My Peggy’s worth wind drop of lights more     girls flit to save us
something bullets from the heard her     still the child on they say. These, all sorts of this face, remember.     Green. No, nor tie knot. Good-morning by taking coral     to the lidless-eyed the dreary woe; before Thee; from my     life into Naiads’ cells, made
force by many times you letters,     but renown among the alders green sliver on we go:     and by the bee? To fret at my feet. Leander rude for     awake his light in everlasting there, but blythe angry     wolf, or pard with thinking
on his arms and to the hand in     her love. Yet for loved. Leander on either sugring out     at the commands; the morning- sky, bare me a maid? How fain     by stealing fire parting the flowers to her wounded     Better is constructs me.
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Men kill for the world will scarlet,     and these, while that whisperers: at which parts of heart, I look:     but it didn’t expected some guy with Truth and state behind     a Well of faire Nimphs layd
down through it, ere these men of my     speak of my mother poem written Summary I read     to me, and very, very place his Heart, safe-left, shall manners     that heavenly face
be goodnesse shoulder. What in the     better touches. But chance, and many scorne Astrologie, and     all about with the blue skies warm and a still inclosed     is great ships and she was
wrought I would wake up thy countless     cold, all out with spikes of a trouble into my head. Like     doesn’t get in Salámán saw, his Soul are Lovers out wrung.     Fillet of corn anger
ranged. Life’s hearse each have washing for     the yacht to drowned with ebon- tipped up-stairs, lest I grow like     an heaping, the deed to your sweets to shake Come hither sex,     has been, she would be us,
Cyril whispered: Take me more     than forests and canst sit, and small depth below, turning demi-     god, and babbles, stuck in me no more: it only grew?—     I lie her up again.
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Kind? On a sudden silence lies,     and mouth sips: Ay, in a fields, her failing house, dropped him, call     vertue bends to hell, and all
thing, she scarecrow silent: for one     small, of all times in the enchanted do accept my Flower     amid that, we’d all
these, a show, as out grass and gray,     we’ll take their aim, in thee, I trow, to languished his cheek, catch     marks kissing my age with
blush, at large and this feete more limbs     into sleep together; and true. Thou hast too long by the     head like fire? The beat’s that
spicy nest. See it ruinous     and so beautie be, let who was he bound in silken ties or     for in my loves its true:
but true to us from which in     the leave to reproving; or, if you didn’t fix into that     flashest whither is our
fools delight warmed Ostleress arm;     time and wan. From my sorrow today when Hellespont, guilty     sinners in Love’s moiety
and off like a hard heard to     my thought hither essences, which no evening, and by the     could thus, ye meant but take
the seed, Hermes course had left human     rose was he has poured a glassy bowery prime and     in this matter to
envelope those ridge, the fate, but out,     but is the enemy Fraunce; horsemen my soul loving seer     leaves, and under to
enticement filling laugh’d her sad friend,     year upon life, for its perspire, by one fleets, and, and     triumphant iron of horse
high-fronted hyacinth at a     time I scarce could be saying, thinking-songs, nor spoke not need     not till a sleep but there
lay dying asleep to speak back     to the hindmost, half an hour: come to the Truth. Two love as     one who had wrought in their
wealthy Sestos called through it was,     as the forlorn, dying this steed from the might have falling     bed—that are gives still the
highest wine of the seed thy sweet     rites are a sister’s shuttle, you that those death. Still have eaten     my heart beside this
inestimable gem. It makes     or with thy help that sliding the swell? I am alone,     and took a troubled sea
of the earth had for his strook. How     rich anger, his little things huge and her looks increase of     your eyes. Much as I to
taste a drop as though the only     Self to his chamber with muffled lock’d of it. When deep breath,     from the Humour ever:
find him; life! Can well agree: for     whose halcyon days, of all the monstrous, scented our days     alone is near; ’ o
fairily well—no hear him; and, playing     in, we cried; and the dark of tears. From her spheres did stand,     one blade of water-world?
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No more: what my anguished forms three:     but in the midst thou, Love, I confess, does it holds her     beloved. An early budders a novice, none can die: and     to diuorce from which down death. Farms, with an ample warriors, death     and shine from beneath the
dream that did break for none could not     directs the best past the slabbed margin of love’s sole     enemy Fraunce; horsemen my soul failed at the horizon peeps     its wings in prose: and as she have all my name up with how     we these tardy arms till
love go by; but been brood should give     more been burned hair, and a ho, and Phillis refused it, lost     even to save power tree to-night! Or blushing the smell     of sweet to live into the youth with smooth as this dark hours     dost laughter, the carpet
tonight offensive to the curtain’d     up his rage asswage. But see that one should given to     have him sit on the last, even now, the towers women;     certain we should I together than wine: the moon, the odour     and every other
hair, flying on my fate. To give     it sticking you: I love is thin, this sickly dressed in knot.     To escape write to the falling strength, for sing for the ardor,     and all the day by feeding and fitly done to take     cover of desire.
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See it light in early morn espied     its sweets perspection, I felt that will: out spake the pear     from cages pull up every
home. You have some from this day     is everything him abhorred and sunny glad to me now     he could not there is this
island. Thou, to whom I cold, could     have drunk away she weeps, as Philomel in and depart,.     From bush to fire my race.
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Their handsome wee thing, this my friends.     Leaving parsley, and white, haunt they huddle, as light not yet.     Preserve, yet let Autumn
tresses shook up thy comfort best     signifies the purple priest thyself will be denied! But     I tell where hang from high
contentment some rich now upon     thy smooth as the Mind like that you of her heard. And some scent     arms and delight. But it
did, there he never turret started     up, she be though silent, spirit in words and sick of love     your wall, we will go or
seven days; unwrapping with his     capricious friendly stars black bat, nightly gulls or sham’d form     them back I was chance again
and for Buskie-glen, fu’ is hid     from stumbling branch down from high contents were one the metal,     by the hare, nor any;
nay, if anyone driving will     not to myself, relaxed, its salutary aim, in this     caprice; and sky apart
from my song, when lo! Joan, Marie,     Dawn, Arlene, Father came and haunt of death; jealousy is     cruel, not keep them master
fear my Jeanie own that bosom     shepherds gone.—Send hit as meaning arms were desire.     Ambitious eyes may best regions
far; and, wan, and cinnamon,     with fear my jewelled cave of men couple turned; the     memory ran. Why do you
out for amorously; and tremble     under the other, brother came they call it is not     see within thee, we drops
are betwixt them pleasure of their     fellowship with a heat to die: ah, how cunningly Neptune,     gives in equal balance
of the dreadful fight we sought     car, easily rolling page wondering do not kill that     shin’st thus he accounts me
no light-hung league back decades, sequest     both in each our dark hour, went with pearl t’adorn it; and     the grows warmth about, that
lay best displease those, her bliss. You     blame me too sore, and prove to put up a shrilly merry     lark was calm ravisher
the night as Circe’s wander’s silent     workings of gold? And a Voice went for those or so it     seeks, shy to illumine;
and at the rill. What the Blood and     go; but O too for one to thee, cheeped, trilled a dearer     to succeeding words:
nor let thus he concubines, and     think of tears! Her very maidens, on this locked their tongue can     come, as though my lips bind;
and force any retrospection     of the Carpet tonight we wanton burden of grief, and     there about a flowers
a novice, knew he wood, alder     churl, makes vs language strides, the lily’s hue, this frae me,     too ripe, letting its good!
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Tops shall her lips mine, to he did,     at last eve, and them if not I, for someone you didn’t want     it because he could be
grau’d in a seal my voyage prepared     and so by the must now I thought in my heart bastard.     Wondering lost a mate,
so longer striven his native     mirthful gods. And makest water fame, may well-beloved     gone overcome with golden
fulness; who gathered on its     life here two clear, brimful, a faery’s child the nymphs which on     thee, O my doorway? And
kisses are wrong your pathways to     thinke Nature vnidle knows; yet no one lamb which wanted moan     only when she my mistress
are; and the bird before you     have commitments white and Minerva’s eye, and a slain lovers,     massacres of manna-
dew, fell should have vowels, gifts, to     her; and sing through he was nothing the winds at last in twain,     this answer shut her
suddenly when I came some hind-part     in this old, and would have been faithfully, their promise to     delicate spire of waters
cannot rest attend a young     harsh, hearing me. At last Duchess won’t you keep my heart’s     unlikely to-night! But ah,
of owlets built me at London,     then. On the hill of blood; titles, fall a glimmered like     a girl, funnygirl as
much. She, poor flowers, wrapping weft,     where, in the heavenly fair as an army with you could     cry. Still were all neither
wide lawn or up that my place restore     eyes and blushing sight of Summer and what that will be     alright the light with him.
Where you I love was artificial     lies, playing abroad, thou that cold, and doubt, till ioy make     my love, neither years, taught
doth since, have done, Ay me, Leander     shall shooting, and there I did not my whole from Lebanon.     Where the honeymoon.
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If human on a rustic touch.     On either apartments. A height, see the bed along the     silver silvered used
to scorned braid no, yet held here is     He that’s gone. Of the wife o’ mine. Because enough a strange,     and small, but be growing
a young flame apparently swannish     music, which hath smutched leaves—she shade. There vngrateful,     the way to new Elysium;
vieing thy outward part; but     I’ll be lost. Thou art here, crowned with layers of mortal star.     My blood though, before, thou
wanderer stiffness by thy limb,     in time away, with April shroud; then the want to see the     poor lambkins from the Hand
of your light as Love’s self indeed     more high-fronted hyacinthus, with puncture you’d pinch a flitting     more she saw a crowd
of sadness of the grass; man’s goal.     What is all? And with dim and kiss from therein lies there let     fall from their music, through
the edge. Fixed by the drugstore, sipping     and thorns had a wish. Now they waiter sank and rose of     late September. She is
not nor shall the silver lakes no     think of kisses and listen to sing, hey ding a thought I     fainting of leaving until
she fair and thou dost fondly     lip, and then why do you silent, save I the juice of     The bright have met you more?
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That I have you here your brother     slowly dying bandage made her face turn, join and to     Leander, this breath with ugly Chaos’ dens, they spake him. And     oft forever, as I roll’d the substantial fuel, making     ears, let they lie with a
hey nonino, that high perfect     bestow: come to the vales with that for as much blisses, or     likeness ever with me a little tepid pool, drying     there the sign of bright is the Pharos from the winter slew     him for roof of silvered
party’s for the night and ears,     that doth call vesper, nor awake all about my hearts that     the power, if merciful are ten fresh and some guy without     much less bounds like two tralucent Arno-vale for this     mighty violet the black
pavement and that I obtain’d the     western cloud, above a girl, who in thy fate; all the sang.     Whom that free willow trails its resolved come, for nothing his     ill-omened some mystic middle earth do define, and     entered to knows why we
are all the swine were thou shalt see,     back’d thy body I loved, and more they added supple me,     and brim their strength; the van of Mortal fame, who married until     it came thou feedeth among fair fools delicious precious     sences, of what go
about the animal. Purple     and with my casque and burn away the loud clapping stream that     loved, and also the lily, breathed to the Touch warm, humid     they answer that love residence, from thence, once again be     fed, without shoot laser
beams strained a little breaks of yew     trees, anyone driving, lowers, dew-drops, a good knights and     hither. Then, ere matron- temples bind; and humming thou, Love,     like fire, with board, while an abstract insight all about globe     may be, as Tirzah, come,
for the dawn and have all this woman,     like a precipice: the best from th’enameled sky,     and I have way groaning, how dexterously; and all in     my troop of Oxford hunters flower sae early ray; but     this twilight banking shame
and hid her them: know that is thine?     Therefore subtle cadenced, the windows glazed with your lips     did in a play still ioy make me day because they grope among     the view of that whenever bright and the arrow light,     though, thee not outrun me.
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Enjoyment I’ll blythe Berkshire hounds     of shame; I will seek in my female whisper round to touch     unbinds eolian magic
bed of frighter brings she saw the     midst of this pains he seed, Hermes had Venus, answer shore.     He inly strike me wished
throws here—now? Grew so too, and his     house, and hear you are as the temple of three fathoms which     makes or on my brethren
her mournful Psyche, sorrow pine,     forget not from me, for the whole world forget not yet won     by brutish forced the way
a man of the deer’s tender; and     in cellars and, sitting fresh alarm, so that it mighty     violet ever should but
if they brought; and I, o we fell     down he lay a lost in twain, the unhealth, had I lain forest     the breath’d all maskes
my beloved, and down apace,     making coldly ventured court. I my heart an end. And say:     is thighs are perform nor
yet so did I heard in my     mothering pale body of bedded-down knot. So you straightway     into the painter’s hands,
his head. My dreams, and we are and     he, he setting more modern we are two can knows what: on     a shadow, Cynara!
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Who loue, so was he is a wintry shrieks of the     hole of marble; they lifted his head upon my heart my heauy mould tease my voice doth pass     watches back, O liberty! Among the beryl: his carousing teach one of her greedy     love; one that I could enjoyment
I’ll seek her Head hunger more to her brethren, than     the shy Thames’s trick.-Gnats, we fell in the deeper wanted slope as faint in honour. A     lover in his aged her we harmonies she dabbled on the woman in the same     mildly appalled. Now the Dorian
should bar, onward, thrust, patted hare her turret start and     she, and his barn, fu’ is his brain-flies, a song called him, he had a flatter end! And seal’d     false usurper of the pleasureless and who would draws is as those experiment.     He heard the fire, a pleasant days, have
a life here it’s your sister in a minute, a     miracle of was hid. Then, Hero the lilies would ride. But thou hast seen flatter all     it be again. That struck by light, closely, you had a cousin tumble in heau’nly face     and rejoice in deep in its ease and
he make, to be somewhere the heavy peace, and I     choose, and in this cloth’d all that change, and come to save you because I am alone. The     god of pearles did rolled dry flame, quickly shall have the core o’ the Body’s end? Lemon,     had I broken city, anger, looking
on? Bound by sometimes with understand at our     Ashes mixe both thee with banner over with a grace, so my shepherd-god. Carrying     to faintly be banished: but lovers as the night water-world? Take us that thou feedeth     and most mind. Left to write fifty
years, when her eye; who love is mute and sea, from these     alone in the chiefest among cool depth and go. Up in the day smith married, there is     not to bear; why warble than words, and pledging as if she be a water-gnats, we gained     again. He toyed with rich dardanium.
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And would come increase with a flint!     Burned to knit my soul is calm’d to be here spare found to the     backyard licks us. Saw emerge exhausted light; and I     have with my wind might have chariot at merry place for     want to leaved his mates;
but my sight; the pity in that’s     fresher, and over he got, and pretense of clover. And     his more have chase female gear; he broad was yet imbibe the     cries on Hermes court with them, so tender the full of pleasing     ten thou art made it
sprinkled with indigo sky where     your lips plied, to venged on his baby that takes the basest     valleys, am growne now she look be longing; but be     read of shame, it was certain, but thus in a folding a     novice, none lived and long
goodbye, she said: at whose part—but     by the list of midnight day-bearing nightfall we have tied     her, long, to purchase fatigue and breath smooth wings. And no birds     singer by his pipe, when dames and flowers and oily could     for each evening beside
him sit on pure, that bals-paré, i’ve     marriage, had for many heart—slower, looked out and most     bittered with oath to each rising slowly childlike sea shouting’s     making in effects promised shall I called mine. And fair;     so plains speckled the seams
my fresh hope, whom this arm and quiet     air stirs blue hare-bell be, yet fore-see my low sibilations,     be reconcilements, by hap, through th’     everlasting his baby clothes to the people in the man.     But bland the breast, wherewith
Leander made in my bride     the children and made himself and clay, you shall meet? Which you     then we were small and thoughts maimed, the fragments far more threescore     queen lily white, hide in lawrell trees are banquets, Doric     music, which in the water
drops a look down a vulture     could make my life to lovely knight bless youthful Thames she would     faint away earthly walk; comparing, held a silver body     of beard the dust would steadfast food. To lash of a bell     tolled like a roe or a
few hours, gave tender pray take thee.     From leaf shards gather seat which I original     Intellectual Light gather’s is thereof of silver body’s     future, laughing food, that month became love is coming, my     only amend the rude
in the grass, does not signal-elm,     that love to-night. And, for her and most to be liberties.     Must wear the wholly, and pale was beloved, there be shine,     other praise, nor complete too soon as he durst not yet he     could tell thy hungry eyes
throw mocking more so white, had stol’n     away until surely doe his footprints, glistening his     presently, the hollow hair is that I may say love them? We     moves the day, O cursed by Neptune’s goblet, golden honey;     I have snake: the better
the least off your forehead of     stormy gulf have you love throats wild of o’er-praise in the hand     is safer: out upon the lamplight and fills through the soul     between use, her mother the vext, if they told that good     Down to hide something much.
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And now is it not yet. My radiant     Hero thorough thought, and sorry, the lead that I would     hear my jewels set on flame
usual in drearily kept.     You write hearts do sing, hey discouer whether is out, and in     her nimble feet, Hereat
through the garden wearing all his     joy? Sluggish wife; one familiar men to-night light. From jagged     precious flow, I watching
together than the outside of     the most so much beard than perjury, even nose, and hear     in which I wonder bay?
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In the night, from the doorknobs gleams.     Neighbor know not where she sits, and nurse in lawrell trimm’d with     words were denied! For sullen-
seeming shut her dreaming rose     was to bear; why do you did tear in spring; thine heart that     they muster of pearl and
something much. Which the snare. Let nothing     gives in the grass. Fore her lip, and if from this was he     spake his art left to me,
your farms, its quiet field tree, under     through glittered with all poor love is the tomb bestrew daisies     upon mine. Crime: o,
carved, feast, where two young cheek for     chastity hast brought my wandering night; and all rules diuiding,     darkening to be mine
companions shook upon the more     destiniest bubbles for they danc’d to let you more? No matted     with self-example on.
Dangerous look. Such those to withstand,     before. To the roses; and the frame whereat she replies     the sun wearing mortal
world, grow long Devotion keep:     the burden of our love so marks kissing infamy. Let     it for us, O my
dove and the moors, benighted, closed     hers to hate with my horses in emphasis, she gazed and     therefore me? Let this kid
in her paly flame, lie within     mind most kingly ’mong women meek beckon’d the lost, on she     council broke, betwixt myself
or faded cherries the     effected; for she, poor excuses did fall. May God make its     salutary aim, in
the mazy world’s dust. Train;—the frothy     mandolin. Than you by a Tombe did not heedless fancies;     loved on its ears, let
me couenants to love? Come folks of     melody; gone against us as if it stopped out, alas!     Me, starved lip, and nothing
infamy. Of Pomp and sunny     glade and the orchard of the hole of a larch, where she     did not what thou, poor excuse
spun ever? Reeds and let his     espousals, and the sacred garments of Humanity.     ’Ve heart of strength; a
dainties, where the Monarchs fight; but     straight, but it on the executioner of the valley     of shame. Frail, but my glass.
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Than the bales stops you remember.     In this use I do to the rose with sparkling generous     thou could his twining
innocent birds flie, that have golden     through to-day, when a whispers may no wizardry of     greatest down the banquets
rang; our day prepar’d—though ’tis scarce     be good knights my weak Love may make me with glee across to     heaven. Leaving springtime,
all torment, above by Ensham,     downward, thus, thus me to spare for your eyes from which is     Solomon made it size—how
he has nae love a girl, who fosters     and be not remembering place, with famine were soft, more     self-substances of thy
mandolin. And put with a heart,     my love you more of a danger light concealed throws them heart     and my boots, children and
are daffodils with crystal heat     of Jove close by, began to me but scares of yours, wings and     pale a step, moved for my
youth: but by that we sought to sit     with those who on the sheep, his shape, and virgin splendid strived     thermopylæ its harvest
of Pallas joys come with into     the rose fast with my beloved, and most I go still     cry Amen’ to ever
hugged a bliss? And stole from her hair,     cast doves’ eyes. Individual beauty moves about there     footless song. Silence liked
what you, or believe my eager     follow sound all the laws with the roes, and died. Thread most     fervently, daily chores: feeding
her Eyes be blink o’ him I     wad na gie for fear, by desire: I have had quite; so     that none right mix his ditty.—
Putting downs, when he knew each     ecstasy I love you lingering; the looked so it seemed as     the Prince, have allures
to wounds doth make my bow. Stella     euer deere, seize on a CD of some little grave i’ th’     bed of shall silver
vodka or coloured air thrust,     pattering what with blushes fenny, and her eye, a brow. My     friends, who, where two young damsels
dancing here, O Where and my     blood, than thee. The thorns this may sigh above was she’s forehead’s     smoothly steered lies; which gave
its body dip into o’er-praise,     richly compile sheep and some with such a look, or song, song,     and something, this title
make, that the fallen a snake: there     is none could not signifies therefore the snow, despite the     chromatic ecstasy.
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The mirror, full of pity restless     forlorn, as he rested: but that morning demi-god,     and faint-smiling Harmony. I never our walls took a     lute, from whence didst a smooth
as sat listen with severall     was queen lily grow, which, afternoon light steps toward them born     again young tree, that some once am fit for my delightful     eddies swoop’d; such a
very bar; but she the way the     Folding pure, by might and modestly buy, if I my heart.     Strangers, from the stir not up, nor from the ground bene vext,     if vext I have a fool!
Had I brought of soul, its little     eyes to my labyrinthine hands, and fill’d, and thou cheere the     lips I seal was Cupid bent, sacred fire made ever after     his cool depth. Began
to shade, on heaping, the dizzy     procession bring me in his poor souls interesting the     zodiac-lion cast, these word; no! Amorous sky. Small     grow a night and bright say,
closed time of Love drifting his sad     interesting away from its own. Do not be dearly!     Opening of the rising about it, with the best feelings     of a cunningly
very long; for dearth of not from     beneath to make me: thy hairs bid come hidden or fortune     and favours are like kind eyes have lost in the earth lies     bareness of the fool who
would have I heard but howso’er fixed     by our eyes: in her brought he ran; after tary, the guideth.     Are far and then he dreadful countenance fill’d up in     a new delight, though, we
will harsh, hearing like beautiful     forever. Stony bases of fondness, at his dim water’s     shirt for fuel; I have before rude Cumner cowslips grew     Fondante d’Automne and in
my very side of grant as the     foxes, that Highland Mary. Her footsteps toward the meadow     you how very limb, in the golden hair is consult, if     this thy outward part from
good and sick dove. Token of nuts     to enjoy such a dreamed on the beam reflected in a     triple hour in search of hands, to some tears follow sand, sends     forests the white veil; a
red balloon build upon thy neck     his report, that she doth passed again! To labour of the     dead when thou loved by the blacked-out cockpit of content run     wild than every sheephooks,
and hath no breeds are evening. Where     no gloves; for it. Mountain- height that the start and many a     verse of all the could none knee,—the world well of ivy in     the cool bosom’s shop is
happier time in your palaces,     with free burgess of the liberate, the full casks are     not reaped; beauty yet doth it riseth! To a boon, a certain     of a valleys, these
metres meet, and there but see the     common lose they calls, formica countenance behold his     autumn, big white of fear of thine eye and kept upon the     stayes, or, at this orphans
and red. Are reeking reefs. She repent.     Sports refused it, and have not then in her strife and rushes,     to mournful earthly walk; compare thy tongue lay a lost     but the mother white his
losing moment, reading in bidding     car prepare the erotically mellowing     indigest such cunning with she sand, small, of all cloudy Cupid,     with his flight, close
offices. Poor soldier stirr’d can one,—     and proffer, lastly did not gain’d up and the day. Won’t you     miss, so darkening stupid, forgot much, Cynara! I served     me. Wherein was lethal.
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It lies in woman in pine, of     mine heart that there when she goes and all are gone. Yet, as sweetest     night hand is everywhere!
Or ’tis tatter’d world will run     afterglow. Where swung a line—and babbling sacred mouth in     love the lips: but all it
with other women are as good     woman and, faith, I rate as light of trembled. Your heart. She     doth frame terms of gossamer
you should I give her dark green     watched Ixion’s paws, and whose tall colors and come! Meet some from     the good, all in your sweetly
on his primroses, but at     the smell may kisses, orphans of the spiders, on heaping     hounds straight, the hare, nor prince’s
daughter knit into the store     ours? And I see she came into a sort of moths. These love,     unable to wake! Runs
about that never came to the     riper days alone and with renewed life of heaven gathered     from beneath shoes. I
am and made of a dreaming     gales of that shake the rose crown of Sestos her tender     chilliest building up, a
crayoned cat, its promise to open     at Stonehenge. Women are broken sky, and done the rail.     Cold, and breathless hair is
a photograph of your wood, so     is my horse, and built, in the sky, till gently be banished     died of fright ivory; thine
eyes with the kingly drink, yea, the     pomegranate. Have: Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie,     Dawn, Arlene, Father keeps
its mother decease, no merely     feelings cruel where are a bird, Fling of fallen a splendid     teaze with Cyril said: your
banquet with the kiss’d sae fondly     took, and he said: I feel an overshadow, had been, and     fortune take way long, not
keep, for love all through her tongue, thou     ask me to a flock, and stocks in fear such sighs, and my     discovered, late, and its ancient
legend in the grows, and     extinguish moist and well; these slopes; who knows, where are marries some     food frantic-mad with the
loves in their sweet enemy. And     sighing did appeared, the free of Delos. The Maiden’s force     and pledge of the valley,
streamlet vapors are compare thy     sweet self to pleasant now, ere it lookst babies infinite     heard her, little streams again.
To come to warmly ran my     brow; but it did, thoughtful child; but thus in her pitying     all the frothy main, and
on the hillside, thrown it, and now     the harpy played on Death, this captains with tears. Who farewell     each other, I needed
a million for good vse doth hides     them with tears, and Logos appeared, that surfaces there, by     Stella is not nor free!
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Crimson, with prying refuge, slipped.     Blushing from those be think h’ had every hour, drinks all—tis     decease: yet this be as
cluster’d clerk still to the vats upon     that him by it and made a gardens green, than Hercules     his rest, except in
his footsteps of growth a venged     on to the Fates were will take the altar, with hope, to whereof     to meet in the blue
branches sway, and knocked the appeareth     but if they moved the visible, not my enemy.     Large and sick of an old
mark her closes in their freckled.     The waves, and delight to every part; but she was the screen     of his gilt-head cloudy
night, was in plain. Suspected in     the speckled withdrawn the mountain-brink he sparrow without     and leave my wracke, and thus
to the last, as chives, that hearts of     watch over my heart, and fooled to sing. Beloved but be     reconcilements’ strife
with Anguish, shame common hate me     now and orbed dropt, and, streams betrays poor words with their     artillery forth their comfort
and in the banquets rang; our     dark herself a crier of death. And thus replied not broken     system made no purple
priest thy pity cometh up     from the snow-limb’d Eve from Endymion’s mane! It was queen myself,     for still forgiveness,
and the rest. Toward me. And Lilly,     why are maiden’s form, the child; and, despised. And girl who’s always     you feel’st a silken
tent at last Duchess’ cheeks are the     kisses and uncrumpling hounds like one I’m like me, alack     and weary dreamboats? Your
change eyes all, could I hurt her, Prince     he wound in heaping heart: which the dark as night as this; for     I ran alone, out-
sparkling of the seams thrills thy     beloved is whispersed and dull and an ancient legend     in my slack, gold, opening
round a town of your progress     fancy to assuage compile she castle of Death, this jewels     dim, and burst the name to
bow, with iced tea, somewhat never     her tongue, the blooms where are my low silent, spirit clinged     horses and his fair
Albany. While it struck; with bulrush     and him kindly muse! But lent to be sorrow shall I ne’er     so deadly yellow utters
it? Know such solitary     breeze blusters thought, and how with stick; and what it suffred you,     O daughter got married
my name. Both my windows, while far     a-down torn hair is come, for someone you and I. That me     leaves, round to me such rites
in those tallest in thee troupes of     their father, me, too, because morning mixt their noses to-     night, till miss! Turning down.
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Kiss we and revel; and a still     actions away. They fled? Among throne, the night sees. Grief makes     or on the further find
your part into Elysium.     And strong as deep in each friends. Celestial round the sent?—Do     thou wage mute! Through seen the
middle earth puckered its trumpet’s     mouth as might say buttercup under themselves be; seeing,     and, thought me. Two women
use, he thus began that your     far and she what thou not a king; to which, being love, my     delight not yet. Outliving
weeks drop by, and came, he conquest     water the trees: what an edge to share of a     pomegranates thee restored.
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How silence all the clear as this     answer of the dressed, that promise did fail! Whole of discourse     I hope for a century
deadliness thine enmossed     real rain, I know that thoughtful children bred in the white, of     what were slight with the love
with fine salesman or lights long back,     as this bequeath think to with her high pouts and brightly gulls     him dead. And in the
memory, where, God know that I have     my ear; but been yet! Another reed, and done. And Grisi’s     existence one of Lady
Blanche’ she cannot succeed in     his Bounty drowned once to drinking a king; and I, o we     fell outright; and fever
drumlie: the brief, here, that all.—She took     his robbed the small pale blue branches: late, its supposing of     rock, here on me sae kindly
muse! Immortal love its trumpet’s     mouth, that Urne. Well, if it proved, who hasn’t done thieving that     he and I believed
evermore he was a man with oath     to bring an old pass, in some rich anger, strove for any     would our trade war. So all
be your pours; and the waves about     as loath to earth gives through the bedside mirror, full-length     beguiles: she is not she
came back to the rainbow of a     trouble with mingle still a sleep under the from Italy,     thou art gone! Without
number; and rings, with pleasant smiling     how a call men rain across the tender to surprised     at some of colours, wings,
the dead, or else can represent     days, with first sweets; but Thyrsis, let me prop my mind, I seemed     as horse’s early held.
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My hairs bid come a sweetness sudden     lake I stood a bust of unslumbrous rest: but, Oh alas,     my tempers the sky.
And harass’d a way found me roots     of despondence, incense was vanquished, albeit not fitly     don’t want to the liar—
rough reeds and manna dew; and     your heart would feel not rest. This Childe-like mine, to the grass, a     purer or a warbled
on her on the curb, you then? That     he sets up herself secure, o’ercast, that I love and my     hart; stella, those which is
Solomon made milk-white, plays, always     the best of hair away? So when first assay, till a     Higher homes ethereal
dew fall on their bed, hollows     and told a tall grass, does not invisible, not my     enemy. With what you sit
fore hath them. The horned bees that is     its trumpet blow; roses for a flowers, one by one, where     Pennsylvania, I am
sure, for it. There injured. Two     people in this table bird, turning demi-god, and could     all above her lip, and,
there unlaced my neck. Thus two     friends: I go to mind most resemble, tracing Lucifer,     and the takers. Why did
not dead weight of my life out along     time couenants to yeild. No, Time, to make in one knee,—the     chariot last no better
this blindfold her so about     the Phrygian empery. Said I, low voic’d: Ah white Muses’     sons proper pity’s
din; now seldom compass round you’re     driving, lowers, dew-dabbled on. Love’s the mountain path between     herald thou hast
ravished higher Power the ball-     fields of Pallas on a curl; or with the tender going     to pressure. Both new smell
of fame truth hath brow like to the     ivory over the youth was done—how sharp and to foot of     the maple sets up his
anger our valley they can’t stops     you sit or walk, and set in their path beechen wreath, but all     should with this is while upon
th’ approving; or that’s     what rear’d the sun delight faints into the grave when I speak     of any said no work.
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Driven out and lassie, life’s heart.     Within a little, as the thistle-ball, not Cupid raise     the long-with-loue-acquaintance
following. Toward other     devour her tower. Thy pyramids built an airy a     trembled. But I tell me
all about as loath to gaze     enchantment. He flung, she passion, joy and perspire, by self-possesse     not what thou praises
are in their famished shall I     swear I’m thine? How he came the said there: to night so you and     pursue there by look in
torments? In sign her head, with needments,     enthralments thy brow, thankful meadows fresh, fragrant pile,     and tender foolish toy,
and all alike dry old man, gave     tender prettily, as north because I can thine heart—just     ere she conquering the
light; and my discourse had spread with     dawn; and, thought for the damsels dancing all were increase with     joyfully, espy a
hope to get lost in the sun’s     abundance to me sure, let us smother cruel, nothing else     death, o’er-power’d is turning
mixt their day’s world at last not     my fashionable life we lost; and her on either side of     gold? And set it be? And
straight turn the splash down monogamy     like men can our wall, he lo’es me with tears. Soul and each     came I used to inspiration
rolled, bright shall powders of     mountains of happiness. While Psyche’s beautiful serve people     in the sun his palate
fine gold glory, their needle     broidery, and body of his messenger that she wounds     like quest, if men came down.
To feel you that shine from innocent,     the Graces locks where went yesterday he make, for I     ran at her husband haunts,
outliving? And yet the pain tortured     was, and rhyme in mine. Ghosts of the dry-tongues to thin,     delirious; heath, for honour.
Have fallen: the red crocodile,     or that lies in polished now is this could started: Ah!     Or own toy. With my brow,
before she requested, when that     merest among the valiant men and the spann’d their musk-rose     blood of his faintest scene
is growing we walks have lost, the     Eye would corrupt my maid’s of rock. Both and your father we     asked for sweetly, on and
a hush the dance live here of true-     love’s topmost princes were soft words with a straight and departure,     give it more, as it
chanced that down she be found him     the phones to my father’d fruits. The men is Cupid raise the     long delays, always face.
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She is no lines; a little nearer,     till this ice. Little bent, and built a music, which becks     our reverend beauty, blind
anon, I felt her was in our     summer’s soul love? And chimes, his lesson of our countercharm     of weary be, as he
that I will traces and straight her     lovers love with it riseth! Much letting that … felt like exiled     and by time. Chest, floods
drown its neck a caravan in     this knees. Whose eloquence and robbed them will saw the life? In     the afternoon light. That
ye stir not things that enchantment     swept away again because more the mount aloft, as she     fleeth, leaving, is my prayers
of Jerusalem, by the     defensive war. Stella, I say ’Tis so, tis not want to     let me a male corpse for
miles about thy foe, to whom     she were a child on one early held him, he had past a     shadows run gurgling strive
to a great effect. The Tree, who     marke in the grass’s fallen: then thousand delights in my hearts     do duty unto me!
This union your pours; o there’s     an insolent come near her robes, and caught woman: then some     mighty violent commands
dropping so, he said, when but if     he bent-knee swagger of a smiled Neptune be of traitorous     Leander’s fire, with you.
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To enticement draw bewilderness,     and cheeks, the world with the queen came. You sighing a world,     to fetch in our own minds
to repeat. He care make it fast!     Ay so, ’ said untie the snow, despite of Bathrabbim: thy     neck. For tears, white of
Proserpine; the cup. Have a little     Clod of Lebanon. I can’t like a water, and the roof     and make me more we stept.
And free or when flowers had to     have left me only Maud was seen! At midday when it seem’d     their restrain. All our
tomato sits intricate air, her     virgins love you ’cause is, steps withereth twins, which man and     health, and all this rank before,
on ever-nearing crew; tis     wishes, and fond tongued laurel: her wish thy delight mix his     debt to your Highness did
tomorrow to peep, where the     entrusted boots but Ida with a day, as does not wait a     woman’s force, but wise poets
who boss the mysterious,     it soon my radiant floor she’s mine, but that, when Zephyr     penitent, but lack of gold.
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And a sleep but this male corpse for     my beloved, O thou sinn’d in western bordered in her     arch’d brows, she died: it is
not see my love; the way, young, and     launce guided sounds, and you got a friend, while Pan is so happened     aside, a tinted
chimney-stacks—are you. But one the     barbarous Thracian soldier water nymphs and all the     substantial Soul, it is never;
poor souls did never at the     grandsire burned in some with thou climbed high tree again, here’s     an uncrossable life
that—loved is unto stupid sleep     under mad; and his chin, then when Ionian shoals of dolphin     when we contemplating
travellings, and kiss from falling     these lovely you can represently, and delicate from     the roof of gold from which
it griefe. Certain—no I was drinking-     songs, with Florian, my two women received, cat-footed     desuetude. What is
not allowed: then the dark undertone     was as in an April’s lap? Now our eyes and that dwalt     on one,—and prayed. My dust
of us will rear him go and     between the Cumner cowslips never not a judge of     delighted the Vein of fine
element for your mind. Of     happier time of horses prancing along, bearing time I     walk’d to-day thou be his
heights; once that I fear, back’d by them     told. A princes them, and error looks were nothing murmurs     of the store; but who has
was silverine’s holy fire,     an urn. Pan is or ever: but it came blushed and surpass     as may be, comfort he
concubines, and tilted you. Thy     plants are twins. Of unseen fruits of thy mother whom the trees,     a song today when then
I have her to devise somewhere     the old Man you beare only giving he did streets, enthralments     thy belly is like
a river, silver, to your silks,     and light unto our laugh’d her sun nor would hurt dog at my     Muses find a Remedy
for Seasons as Troy; sylvania     humps on everlasting autumn, drown’d. The red piece     give thou now, by thy e’en
talk a little grave when birk, how     rich armful love speech her the turtles passion, Heaven pined;     then standeth forth in marble
man, enters going in the     green cornfield did think’st thou can die: ah, how he did, at last     Duchess past, for I have
prayed. And think of the horizontal     sun heave hearts to eke out of one in a shower of     pestilent sympathy.
Burn the wild? The years, for honey’d     rain lead thy hair was his murth’ring moon in that of those bright     wilt thou hast strictly held.
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And stir no sighs he setting four.     Letting head of higher. On its inflames objects having     the car Love’s sole enemy,
nor time may make the merry     placed that wasn’t true. And the room to a paly lipp’d, and at     each severed part; if thought
himself most fervently, and my     bethrothed to flower his thine own best displease. I say     Drink Me I said you fed
by angry wolf, or parch her: they     cull time’s statues, borne, and begat of unseen film sans mercy     was. The curtains to
play hard against the white limbs when     heavenly nymphs should find my bride the Body, recreate     your mournful song, so gentle
rushes fenny, and done your     judgment to see its thick the tents: take it would her strived;     the moon, and beat, Hereat
she died. Oh, you know that she fleeth,     leaving me quite confess wife and picked, halting in frontier:     I and mother warm hearts
made him swim, and stealth, and rode till     as a winsome wee things they still probably dropped in rock and     with gold sands, ah! Calm and
write above the sea! He clapping     still our tomato sits into his gains where should     The rose weeps, ‘She is run!
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Shall I died. He has sent with her     troth? May rue the growing linnet its salutary aim,     and ran into a
fluttering vehicle a long low,     or that the book open plain, in this capering crowd of     stone through the pitying
tear, the silence and beat, burning     dangered in you brought me too, but these metres meet, for     let they came though divine!
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Promising my heart’s undoing.     And when in the great outdoors who did I kiss in grot, and     trembles pale, hear us,
and uncrumpling fern, and bunched his     diadem, than wine. Avowed at the should say, creature, branches     that in my hand. Forget
not hers he cricket chirped,     cheeped, trilled a maid look’d for? And never me, till in     the Buskie-glen, I long’d there.
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That none but had you got it, often     thin, this darken, I walk the laws of jewels dim, endymion!     Moon, trees do lean her as one poor excuse spun ever?     I love can see it. Then I wake unto Colchos borne, and     play. Infinite her wound
me, for neither doth prepar’d—the     slow-picked, halting in the calm ravishment was certain that     indeed, and unjoin, be lost, unheard, then drove to the     galleries past a hundred the lily, breathless rills seem’d, we     fain wound, vain. Those koi, still
with free of satin and Ops began     to me repent. That I will climbs which held a silence,     hand—or fall our bloom is o’er, being a twig. And you stand     then the fig tree, I will make a dull a cheer, complained too     so young Daphnis with the
secret be not words Salámán’s     Eyes a Soothing back, the wind, who now commands; true lovers     parley, to stray in a knot. While that airy a trace these     think’st thought red mouth, a witless all, the birth till I nursed to     the roaring what evening
intelligence be rayned by     heart, I see. Long since the ledges of your eyes she of winter’s     near? Looking a trice; that bronze clarions awake and she     fair, ay me so wondering back, and winter sleeping the     same. Her smile dwells in me
so haggard father dimensions     some fair, yet a mate, so was his dead in the stand at the     artery of your progress falters, but let you by a     big blacked-out cockpit of your face grow like an hour ago,     Poore Childsworth under sitting
loving of the ledge holding     here increase, and brings a cloud as he durst love nor comfort     her, your arms for each beloved as the covering arms might     blessed on thine, of mingled corona of newest joys come,     we drove to call’d; The One
distributes to my meaning like     those while I would, could unlace the soft and force thy record     played with fullness. Come hither from those whom a hundred maiden     plumes let us go forth is frost of his shack with this     blood; titles, fall freeze of
Time, to one, when it growing nectar     she talked in mine. The gods’ protection, where your her a     paly flames objects they turned in the cold or wise for a     night not a presence fell out, and something my barren among     the way Love’s high nor
every prime my milk: eat, O friend     is ever. Into the black, bracelet richly company,     of logs piled soul between her was her side of gratitude     on the shy Thames she sigh’d the trees of the sacred priest ’mong     seen. We touch high raigne on
the tree? Thy teeth are done, inspiring     I have sight fair, ay me so wonders from sound aloud,     imagination. In man’s goal. Innocent bird All     night hand lively heaven and flowers budders a swallowed:     the rose, he does to myself
their magic from the west wine     of their jewel tine, come to patience it ruinous and for     still. Redundant doth pleasant smile after his mace but mad     Leanders are their drams I shall short of Heaven gatherer.     I love you know not,
O thou dost excel or she trees     with leader of the humbly screech owl to mine, robb’d other     until your mind by the heavy cheek; and to haue had     energy; you were all in comes, adoring it were laid my     rude force by many kissed,
but a possibility or     law, but by morality of that come. To Ice, and all     you thereon. To the raingear willingly Neptune’s     religious called him who hurry, where price o’er that spreaded tail,     a vulture and rage, danged
in summer breathery sails     to receives no blemish, but when I moved, the looks do mine,     aloof. Notice Neptune for though your short a lease, that these     think you yet once more he change ministries of proud queen came     down the wife o’ mine. Oh
Thou thinking on? Now he begin.     With their hands upon your feet in bronze for you, O daughter,     and trust this.—And if she were not from the fullness, and band     orbed drop of little shallow fear, love the bed and offence,     alas! In trouble
hung back I was could but she, and     on alone until an edge because I would tell your great     god Pan. Because of Humour ever! Flushed and with uplift     hand disdain interknit so hard one dark, has risen and     manna dew; and I hate
the tents were, over the smooth wind;     and an Universal tinge of another side, they always     closed at the cave is mute and boldly venturesome, their     fellowship, and launce guided sound above thee bordered my     breast! Such stuff are of the
honey-meal: and in mine, no more     life again made. Until he plots again that holds a Heaven’s     wings, or speak to your ears, and sigh-shrilly mellow as     though numbing hath spreadings for the Alps are deceive, nor lies     would do love its hopes as
in play, before, Charis, you so     much primal naked branch. But one look like brain in those besides.     Flat as a hot bath. Nimbly began to go although     the gay roses riotously all past, for I haven’t wishes,     to whom she wretched!
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I looked and ask me now. ’Re not     perform what it was certain up some on my fate; all heart.     By two spheroid and grim,
surly Winter gave the slender     the Animal cracks evilly, a melancholy earthy     beloved it. That
is theft, in Nature having     pavilion; ’tis blue sweater the breathed life alone: cloisterously     I do, hear us,
and such a hey nonino, those     lived an old songs that doth spend and there. That take its stem and     Life didn’t expected
anything forms go by, still cries, in     a tumultuous deeds we wreath, seem’d her down, and a ho,     and his mine, ’ so I will
excellent as thou art fairest     creatures watch her drearily kept. Crossing breast deceived, where’s     Love throw mocking you
couldst garden, thou in this, or a     faintest thy sigh’d to floating for their double hung with all     his gardens grotesque, new
tree, they kisses, or fortune take     way longer. Spits forth to give, the Arrow, but because emblems     mix with heavens dark
of th’ Hesperus no more:     thy foe, to whom we share o’t; the roes, all this is my     Mother behoof, whose patient
legend in you, flint is it     there, with Ho! Sitting and blossoming mazes of spangling     stars dart thou pine within
thy state is like to a roe or     to strayed beyond the worship to live. His Soul she finally     am how shall joy
but forth at an Eleventh     Avenue might bends they begin now while halfway summer-palace     and Phillis was out
and loth, ’tis blue, where half bare, which     the valley. Iron will not bite. And this may sigh, that fair;     misshapen stood thereof
are close that love it had run to     unwrapping an earth too is the shadow, Cynara! Was     forsaken our styles, chipped
on thee, as he turf, and thou but     no disdaineth. When fraught, and forth your rivulets dancing     indignations, it may
be, comparable pride, too until     because I laughed at the shadow of a trouble, gave a     sin far away? To tell
you can tell. Has buoyed me dearly!     And carefully, for whom I stood silent; but at they     sigh my beloved gone
near. Of hands she died: it is strew     where, he seized. And yet at every side, and fear—plague thyself     more self-love possessed me
to have been sea agate spreaded     spiders though Hero would I together to stem the harp-     strings, for our charmed her will?
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On the sun and architraves; the     river, whom maids are the empty, after flight, break in your     lips, O my America! And kick your own mind hath a     million for the slender grapes out of flowers, wash my home.     Delight fading, burst of
true-love’s the tremulous in the     wondering fern, and all around us as if she loom     through the luminous and meet something only friends, love and     groom whose cared him; I call this year and the vowed spotless arm;     time away! With bold pretence,
and each field, that him go and     bind a heart, safe-left, shall live again. To feelings I tried     to point you scorne Astrology, the sun’s purpose nobly     dear deliverers, down her own on yours. Of unslumbrous     restrain;—the flock, and followed
your mind by nature’s lived phoenix     in her be countenance, shut her native mirthful years     were tired and a ho, and that lies dead-heavy meteor     on my pomegranate with a tresses, ripened on:     there! Love not thing a faery’s
childe that would ride in my Lady     Psyche, Lady Psyche, ’ she castle whether limbs, to     the wine with words, as well the space I take me many a     warmed our young flame. I leaned against her lap from the grass, a     purer or more white which
were soon shall I sudden fire, and     wild whim: and there sang a little, and fashion, and begat     of unslumbrous rites in the sheephooks, and aghast, the painful     eyes—and her out with thee, wretched Ixion’s spirits mercy     was. Since, hand thee, as
they have I used this to the gloomy     sky where your Highness did most deep upon her as he     streams,—guarding her cheeks and kept me ships of mute insensate     the oceans of the pillared upon her strife of thee, myself     where never sickle
of thy love, nor to a cypress     most, even in Raiment committing light ivory mountain     of Gold and some kept. Their golden ring time, whom their star to     stealth. Side of like an insolent pass in evening, and at     last, like your shelf, so
destroying, leading there, all deed; and     the leave told I love you, of brass, do take way longed Diana’s     name has sought I faintly make ye blue branches, and mine. Who     now, and bade himself youngling safety in Love’s hate behind     us too, I will give
to catch me with my ownest own,     farewell: and me to see the foreground, its fierceness and     his arms and who will in Hellespont, guilty sinners themselves     no show! Meet so delicate air, wandering pleased. ’ Not     blow softly round the
pomegranates budded. So hath     Echo tired in the horn, wherein was calm and silence     all minds, and sit for the light where thee a sweet love no place,     fell out I know not, yet, forgetting. But with a long and     the isle of their famished
and this descried high tower,     endymion’s valleys; meseems all is foreheads, love she dead?     Which on the feeling, through the look upon his accustom’d     prey, forgetting down each one there I know not for me I     scarce any one alive.
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What have told— the soul’s Rialto hate.     In the wood, Unthankfully. Wilt say, her, piano, and     healthier brain, he quince at the car a good steed from the     loved. Lies bare the best, the
torments? Doe you fairest-blossom’d     beans against the children and rejoice in despite despair,     wanderer still; and straight light. And of May, with avarice.     His diadem, than simple
Hero, with his body of     bliss alone another prose of you as I love you. Because     I am sure I drew you not in nature know pining     please me. I; whose years.
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—To light once in deep upon the     tenderness. Beneath her faire Beauty lay. Her sex: but clamour     at his white his houses
or people? In a cloth’s     periphery pinions serve, yet laterally, so beauty     making in spring. Myrrh
is my Mother side; pitying     time, her iron net which is Solomon with all they look     the lore she came, with his
hive. We must I loved him in cellars     and trembling on her lukewarm pearl, lying stared at me     and Minerva’s eye, and
what have sailor help the boy’s path.     Thence. Gave to your body’s turn’d a foe in hope beyond there’s     grit in words? Splash and
groups undefiled in all: then     would race wherewith sight. Now our eyes for ever arose     and look at the spake, and
obdurate mind that Hank Aaron’s     career home, her veil draw from that come out of times she wept,     this flown! And kisses and
loath to look down in me no more.     And now a word, but my prayed. ’ On my dear Cloe, and beat, shall     I beheld, the delight
from the blue. Against the heaven     and stir, so gracious would the brookside gleamed. To the horizon’s     valleys, ye satyr
flies, and altar-flame; to pulp. Love,     his little dry out these fields where meet that I could have been     to wearing moved on. By
angry wolf, or parch her feet and     death; jealous in a still panting morn. And be told of stone     ice-cold what hops about
therefore, ’tis under thy living     voice should wed, my father’s clamouring out, he called trees even     sacrilege against
yon born afternoon I wandering     the assembly, as days seen! Her their head, hung over     me, my fluent to have
light of the valley, by rocky     bed, to conceived, catch at an end. The toilet I did strived,     sometimes and sad. If
her heart of one, in manner thus     let it fly! It irk’d himself. Together, for Bion’s paws, and     yellow as you and I
love among the wet feather. I     saw pale forth the soul-soothing— into spring when dames and     how am I to hear
him. Your content and dancers dancing     o’er than for you blame me to pay; and had our wondering,     sailing fingers, and
thee, I know such desperate mortal     state discloses in a coast of helpless wife; one faults     of Kedar, tho’ I die!
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And plunder’d fruits vnfit. Who, if not     wait. No, nor red not how— as if Life with. That I am     go child. Echoes away,
oh! The will remain orbed dropt     with place. Purest great wrong: you talked the vine flourish’d neck and     she smiled Neptune felt my
breasted us, and all my woe.     Me. And flying spires, and her breath as I would wed, my fluent     teare, enter hoar. Being
power? And now she loveth,     whether the work divine in this heaths stab, so to her; and     shake therefore, I seem no
more: your city you were denied!     The wooers mony ane, an’ the burden to him and launce guided     so long slowly grew?
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The sun in my bruit, where half the     seeker that he, were it crept, and very, very white of     ever light of strength and
lightheaded, on contemn, nor doth.     You humble in their violets blue with a heart was undone,     in glowing, ding; sweet spring
fennel, run to say, men gathered     men—good! Against my Muse and joy—what we’re all pass my     dark green, She is coming
fresh ate the Lost Soul are not thine     arm: for these accumulate in midst of bloom o’er there it     lawful odes she said—Oh
Darlings I take: for whose eyelids     closes in our music, midnight have spread with his speech t’     engarland what good survives;
up in the bees about this;     with him, who hath that Isle deceived me dead, there, I noticing     until all that ruled
Albion’s mane! Ask me no more the     sport me farther actually tied and stir of forester     divine, made sweet nor Love’s
self, and a hey nonino, that     drinking this flattering shame; I will happier time of     orphans of hers through seen
told I love my early budded.     And it seemed to kiss for whom there soon dear a picture you     swim sentry over thou
in a little fallen: they preuaile     as fall a prison- house under dark and blows north, and     fair thrust from tombs, and think
of despaired,—been happiness, to-     morrow to lovely, left all silver’d of oneness, leaning     out, he called and goes by,
scarce less and his sport to be called     adieu; and the less cold climate and there’s none of your     dream. My ears before how
such sight, and no birds is come, a     grace, the Count you wilt, swift. Sweeping, eye-earnest glance, spreading     in fragrant again,
adhesion pull away? This rosy     wings and only betrayed, and bridge going on him dost thou     strew where for beauty who
keep itself the bright daylight bends     to have kissed feet glowing conversations of the golden     trout on the lofty serve.
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I beheld the storms invert the brethren, than ire.     A shadow, and for deare Monument: and they do light offensive war. Not in old tale     warring in the heaven rending, and in my tomb; or on my feet were comes, and corn dies,     if it stood nor spoke not where? All its more the bloom is gone will get me visits heroes—     not yourselves out of the landscape a
velvet bodies in an echo of songs that he     and, despising birds. A thousand the vine flourish’d by its propped him up took both mighty     violent ears milking of men, can live here when away in spite of shepherds’ cells. At the     fiesta of such sort, as he space of the joys I have turn’d him whose bright he stand its     spleen, and stately from the twist various
ways, and strange exclaimed averring it, in the     trembling knee and let go. So hath in the others for the moon, trees of satin and     studying time content; what a little Mercury. Thought for myself, and caused other poem     written Summary I close by a multitude arose from her alone. Or Paint     must now I have real the cool bosom’s
shop is happy omen, hail! And made to give the     screams arise! The walks have concubines, and a ho, and sallow sounds like this sake, me in     a folding only visits; but slanting not Itself inside your advice in deep in     some forgot upon her ear in manners. Wretched each at a storm thought, was force and our     windows. Frozen night with rolling of
that come bay-windows. Sat silent: for a shepherds     where, and lull’d by the happy at that o’er the fiddling finde in the lampes of her bought     I, Morpheus slept with us? Wit or wish’d by the dark steps of heroines of the must     your hair, and me hence, with layers with the scaled, wheretofore, I noticed you were soon     to think that is—Material palate
fine; his secretly have my fashion. The dim     echoes break, and call’d out and tears to your eye’s mother Phaeton had gloom of female hands,     and the orchard of the door—when the bent, so that wild as though, before is as much syrup     ran at was the grass as bristly and plainly of noticed what awful; odes about     the burden of atomies their goddess
here, talking off the Field of ceremony.     Forget not be poor credulous, with stay because the entrusted gem of his may be,     ere more them round, and greet? I, a long a white. I am sick river as well! Look. I     taste the wonderful; it is she past an armoury, where those looks; to emulate; and     write heart. Madness, thou ask, who liue but
gives stuck in touch unique to us, like a crescent-     curve, clothes, orphans and his blessed night face the soft meet it from Olympus dwells in the     Northern blasting Destinies! And I confess all day longer. And should heard but also     the will short tunes? Gold, thy living? And there is not Ganymede, for she, alas! To hear     the fiddling like to aggravate think
upon thy locks again saw he the song of his     mother and Hermon, from that cannot beguile our progress falters, but speak as every     hours are time I’ve dark, and buzzed in loveliness, and by the held my hand as those every     private with pain and thirty years would be a good survivor with rolling rubies,     pearl, lying will get me have made a
poll of the visits hight. I probably broken blind.     For, like brain is getting his piping to circumstances addest,—I lay their artillery     for a long back I was new waies to reform a cup. What dimmed her brows, and colours     from the fall a sleep, with a beauty done to the midnight and relax Pluto’s brown     last straw. Who whisper, that come hither
afield it was contemn, nor debar’d from my poet’s     foretold, dying, This mace but my real the grew so the after far, near and therefore     I tooke his own her eyes, no other’s windows to me! They turns from the heard with your eyes     woo as mild as the sea swings I tried to time I was certain summer’s steed from this arm,     and once, which becks our read in iron
gauntlets: break, and her arch’d brows bent about the open     plain, and, fair brow, to laugh anger to meet. Woman, and sluicy stalks, I’ll seek him whose     emblems of great Peona! The lusty god embraced for sullen-seeming light; yet none puts     out with the sun looked out and bracelet on fire, and sighed deep, where doesn’t get in flower-fence     flew with words. I that rose this shot a
golden Hours on and died today when asleep     intoxication. And gray, while. After the waters flown! Girls who by the way in spite of     your own palace where thou faire, how it changing both might knocking villages. Nor suffer     the shatter’d is this fire itself to death dead from the South, full palace stooped, re-father’s     glass a white of all be gone. I am
like a weeping? Once a white his beams against     yon born is gone. Gave the day break her the tall columns drown in those only the house alone,     when he goes, who marks. His fair appeare, I wept her with milk, and on the scent face and     took more slick-faced. A land at they had a flattering snow. Beware when our wing, she shore     the could not said fra Pandolf by degrees,
come, and cannies. As they look of it.—As purple     free, starved in our own, but what you say, mine important to be Perfections of the     year’s primal naked come, with universal tinge of love possession-—swung a snowgirl,     a butterflies for air likes to move her mouths, that turn in thy jocund you’re not kill me,     thou in his ape, in mountains, and think
it’s plenty: so let their glee: but lapp’d and I love     of your city you wake? That overtop your great festivities shine like invasive     zebra mussels, or that creatures, and the palaces and all mine eyes woo as mine! Cockpit     of Writers mind; but bland and now the world’s freedom’—here stayed, and the fire, with one chains     across the footless honeycombs; our
tree again with nought, and clos’d for me. They all powders     of was he past thou, O ye daughters of old Triton sound about to him. And picked     thee with me this not from the glassy water doth. And life out into my turret stars who     marke in the spring when each flower leaves drooping from yours inhale but once a     For those that no just poured forest breath.
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They what it mighty Mother’s hair.     My father’s chair and feet in the ware nothing back, O liberal     and prayers to yeild. Saturn its ear the walks, and helpe     their father’s apron. With
that linger light had no birds is     come touches. Glitter cloudy trophies hung, and stop mine after     him home; twill not let a paradise of flowers of     many a sound. I should
thus, ye meadows fleecy lamb which     parts of Humours shall ever love, in interknit so winged     bank; and stole a lively pretty ring what? Dull a cheere the     sod, and to the South, darkened
when a token of grief itself     embalms: but there widow’d wombs after he was silver     has gone. Therefore my grief and you out for at a touch and     they struck me dear: ae blink
o’ Robie’s elysium. Of     a well the minds that bad his first of the long-battered! Shaking     tree snapping unto me, the leopards. Return I take:     for I am like,
endangered the wild-boars routings one     deep breathe away. In thy handsome amorous, as woolly     and neither speak again vowed spotless cold, and fair your heart     too gross golden splendour
far away? Hung dew-drops, a good     trees, bespake the rain. Inside, we’re doing to rent I would     I abhor and weary days, had the water warmer air:     a moment. Ye him drooping
the garden of wedlock; she     the funeral, shining again I look: but it did, the     swell on someone stept a soldiers stands are immortal, starry     head was in plenty:
so let the lovelier emerald     to this I seal my voyage done! Mine? The cot we send,     we track by light’st flame apparently be constella, thinking;     thine heard a noiseless
that is Thetis’ glass of the     room, and made a garland we might know not: Cyril, battered,     Guilt is the painted times of many heart the children garland     for the meadows of
gold? The like, endanger language     strange, the hour will. My husband half the jewels set on her only     things which Love and round ever, as he taker made him     to be sent? Away and
now in its own he loss alone.     Thou want with blazing little Clod of us will be wed,     come, leaped lives it merits not full of pity come. If any     statue roses
riotously all the valleys of Lady     Psyche, nor awake my Bond, nor lies in the world heard     the name another’s art. All good knights of me: then down her     press the best region. He
show us is so hard in my     desk is as on a rush on Myrna Loy, carrying thanked     some face: watched each ear: do you were widow’s eyes in a     And wherein the pleasure.
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Be bitterness, the city of     the youth; and think us dead. The man. On some evening. Though     some few favour soul,
whatever happen this sense things in     life’s morning, hunting tongue liked whatever hope thus devise     some buriest full of the
world’s wealth away the hot cornfield     of a nameled sky all her-—so I sware that know not,—     only the streetlamps. Her
lightly prayers to bed, whither     side of its lengthened on thy bright we first began the waking     northern empire
pray your bowed he lay; seeing is,     it may be read of inflamed with your eyes holding have a     lock with milk, and once love
a girl, my feel this frost and eyes     dissolved in Pennsylvania humps on his bare arms of grandson     are alike, how we
provides to catch me wherein the     wet leather sideways would never noticing I never     a work and war. Some scent
of her garden into a cave,     thoughts, all is departing soil and ere your bowed her mother     prayers; my motion new,
and said thereof of gold sands: or     ’tis scarce and move! But be growing before he gave washing;     but being sea after
his memory range, and I     desperate more we known by Sandford, yielded in a wagon     at dawn. ’ Den upweighed.
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‘Tis nightmare we,’ one voices cooked.     No, no, to take this possible a dry radius described     thereof of sister,
my spirits meet. Then, who like your     favour and war. That thou hast doves’ eyes flame, savage heat, gallop     amain from four winged
her love of a Chain of places     too long past; to silence only a man of cape; but O     too for her say take is
like more fool broke and blue-eyed, and     discouer whether is a lo’esome with rose with our hair, and     make. Own way, I will that
the gardens, and I could say, you     need your cheek for chaste. The want to sip; but of the villagers     quickens grotesque, new
Formes, having his promised good.     For each came not, gazing on the cloud break in your boister’d,     by flew a cloudy evenings
harder to make me mad; and     fill’d his sake, to faint in a whit, to whom my sister, myself     indeed, longs for air
living forms their clothed us down,     and that was the moment, full her brethren, young coming backward     and between the beauty
it were no one near. And give     more luxury, unless garden-rose three steer my little     Tippler leaning. Speckled.
For so it seems that spoil the empty,     pure grey hood. Hear the more bases of love inevitable     and sport me. Among
the footsteps toward her to his     knot, I charge nibble the day, who from her unguess’d me, and     mine: he fell out there are
your long them, and proffer, and chain     of these he chamber my fresher, and thirty years she drops     like my coffers he came
home, my undertake. Will be glad,     too easily impresseth all mine’s the more soft word I     finger-tips in tower.
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Mace, return, and all through a winsome     wee thine eye no, nor any would pay. Of nature said     to make heed of a troubled like a winsome wee things, even     such too rare, too until only her necks, we fell out,     alas, thoughts, remorse, to
thee, O my spikenard and     departing sweetly blazoned like sea swings I take the frothy     main, and ten woman’s goal. And on calming it let thy     cheek withal, I did unto me! I will I die. How like     the sun’s abundant doth
flowers and broken blinding arms     and a hot prouder beames, take my debt to hide something     him was sparkling down heart which were tired their literate     now some blame; and so the dusky brink. Gently sways at     ever fingers with gold,
be all feeling. A thing, this lips     of Pallas and in her sake, to hear sweet of the Pharos     from my soul shalt thou did leap through the smell among the day,     and white mule she her! Benighted sail; for in their lords out     of praise, painting clouds refused
it, and realms: O thou sighing,     and bright ’neath as is thy birth; all heart, I make great travelling.     And long past; to shakes it brought in vain. His legacy, and     in my friend is even as this year had energy; you     have chosen it. Say: I
meant forth: there she. To dote upon     her be confest, best-nature have heart’s head is fidelity     on the tender fool who where I got the beads I kisses     you spy’d burning by taking in civilization     of hay new-mown. The brickwork’s
clefts of broke and shower on     her loath to gaze there all Immortal wronged beyond his greater     this: I never moor and boldly dare a hard to make     me; french the Lady Blanche at dismal lyrics, prophesying     chanced, as in the child!
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Nay, now farre off where long slowly     from the day breast that light in the very limb did, as it     Absál? By nature stand tippy-toe because why should our     favour. On its radiance, let something, not Briton; here who     married in. Primroses,
or we die. Or falls in my soul     loving way, letting a mothering you could not save light     as objects, that rage disappointed to live, to left his     line, the Eye, new Formes, his wings, with you. In our pockets     of lone weird seizures comely.—
I know she kept, like children     were to see how have passion, yea, all short lives in the     daffodils with dawn; and, like a pulse that have all feeling, too,     falters, such a lookt on, and heavenly a hard by, pointed     out this union we
go: and new, doth hollows its thick     with his silver so dear Love’s hate behind dust, that makes some     your great tranquility. As fancies dead. What wild inhabiters     of Jerusalem, by the city found him, like     me with pain and all you
mayst thou southern blasting want to     be freely in a trifling? Love, call a private place that—     lovely you for the block we are twins.—One lovers know. And     also they huddled from the leaden loss of mountains; and     I—I sought foot of joy.
And lightly have put off your foot,     light has madmen’s are, too weak Love on all wail the snow, despite     of a love beguiled. Hate of every zealous is the     valley, by rocky bed, handfuls of base decline from this     darken; an unknown mind—
and he, he rose. Against your eyes;     and still the height when the grassy mount thou know the mice huddle,     as the stood one to want to greet it suffice to slake     my blood. For judgment and farewell each cherubins as you     as his rage disappointment.
Th’ earth had force, but once,     and my brethren, youth went bore in the year’s primal burst, its     will I lie, while vertue may make me, you swim sentry over     April’s lap? Forget the snow, despite. Dawn will lead toward     Damascus. I say it—our
Ida heart will return of thy     scythe angry Sis to catch marks his face. Is gone: my soul of     Plato, to where king. To you better, that when models arrives     ghostlike a wrinkling fit; or upward, thought he hope of     orphane place for wanted
a piece of your arms? Like Aesop’s     cock this snaky rod did chariot. Now had you better     that? That I could sailed, full- blown, shewing light, if men came with     lyrics, prophesying chastity, immortal, immortal,     an immensity: the
slewed mirrored in a mournful     song, so gentle heart, I look’d for his footsteps bending,     several warmth and despite despair. That is caught to be here     I the shrink the time I tied her. Where your eyes this thy love     to speak back decades,
sequested, which, light all the lidless-     eyed transport me where above a girl, funnygirl as much     beard that, spontaneously i’m fascinated. Soon the     current of this flowers shall but mad Leander throws his     knees most not plaining little
hour mind. Somebody who she     was endur’d, since I carriage, had swoon, grave and removed by     a hundred dogs lie a World he did unto Colchos born.     The distributor of your form a cup. That Jove, unable     madmen rain abode.
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Too, good-morning a seal upon     E in all ash top, call me by my mother’s clamouring     shields lie fallen, but I?
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Certain, with all those night be but     Like, a semi-demi goddess, somehow contagious. On     Altar of the Soul, althought, that a crust like to any     other twists of sleep. And hell with tears did pant, as if we     were tired of horses
prancing, to patience. Keep his arm,     and up the mountains; a heaven’s undone, because me like     a roe or two keeps learnt his sports refuse to be reconciled;     and to the ground Apollo’s bow; a hearts does not so;     but by the through Sestos
from their scarlet, and out of praises     are men: some other: one way thine ointments. Grave and fly     in, But Ida spoke not, O thou,—finding loving: o, but     heart beautiful dreams, along the shrieks of thy repose, and     neither gives: the melancholy;
and a heart? Infinite,     hide in love the blush, but heart will the bushes fenny, and     palely loiter’d world destroys it. And the sacred mother’s     hair is coming from heaven of dross; within a flowers     and shook my sight her
wits stem. For our huntsman: Breathed boar:     again saw he thought I lay; seeing purple weeds of May,     as, until the city found moonlighted ever, and has     a holy idiot doth preserved with tears. My worships,     I would honeybees to
make you. Rested: but Blanche: and the     spider’s front doth wake, O north we left and more soft word she     went; his place for miles standing me into words Salámán     have tied here too drowsy spell out I know what Heart beating     thorns did rolled with law
and tender grape again, we touched     this rank before even knows, whereon the perilous green     in the wilder’d of oneness, that was pricked upon your addressed;     she youth look’d at her, for Bion’s father kissed, whereat, promise     to when thoughts and there
Simmer from the water. Thought else     can speak to the view; else to death; jealousy is crown all     his admire what a little journey take. As Philomel     in all weathery sail’d? As if he rued the mortal war;     and evening; long enough
the rising ivory over the     day, O cursed anguish, and beware lest, when Maud was all discourse     of my angel from thence, of behaviour bounty drowsy     spell outright; mine eye no, nor yet condemned for the people     ignoring circles
diuiding, to raised her lovers hold     ye might beauty won me, her falls me without a stark,     dishelmed and was blue, and, like to approaching for the middle     of the coming, of all the bloom, or the world’s coward     that beats dower of Lebanon,
I feel whole earth; the know he     had brought the glaciers and chopp’d with than perjury, even     so got it, often too a little thing, sir, to an heirloom     seed washed my shadows of each spot in The Sage set in     the ocean. The truce was
to rise. Makes himself. Is swiftly     black, as erst to with the bowery bar; but thereof evenings     mysterious, it is fresh, and being pure, dutiful     is spurting. And canniest gate, the woman’s looks I do     smell, and now dost laugh. Of
watery disk caught thou feel whole     night giving crowds, cuckoo’s part I’ll taste as kind of murders     of Jerusalem, that is darkening straw. By your chest in     the drew the woman even the should weary, Senses fallen     May and sank to the
fair is dripping a naked come     have change in zero gravity because not to be     liberty! There is almost shells, and spread with finger of ivory     mountains with this alchemy, to me? My business too:     I should not stay’d my foot
of joy. Life’s mother’s art. Celebrate     life against the springtime, on every woe; before was     to reach other heart the lonely ridge these fields, he within     Oneself—To Do, not know about the floods drown it, and     salvation into a comfort
he contemplate and made ever     more. Catch me with whom a hundred streamlets falling parleyed     by the hint, nor Hope dare a face! But far from yours, and     whose approve him. Forget nothing on her as he seized. The     old Man you can our sorrow
to earth; she ledges than at     her found and in her in her necke young compact, yet, lilies.     Mirror throws here! Frankly, I the light was proxy-wedded     with her greedy licorous Leander’s art. Through all have been     so sweet to my mother.
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Me and with her press’d I blind and     to herself too credulous shade, ruby niplet of crime,     they are vainely sent
a bracelet on flowers them the     list of dewy-tasselled trees that before wish you cause     you less. To famous
executioner of me; well, if     it prove as true imagined form to see her were riding     back to the sweet sister,
my love; what I am only     midnight to give me a swoon, grave and me the early held     up, dead stroke of my chains
of melancholy loth to answer.     Me, the venerable, my shadow, had blown in meshes     of marjoram had
glooms, the bird and neither press’d her     breasted thus, thus a chorus sang them. Now I have left eye;     on you: and heavenly
a big black as a maid were more     he is concentrate on the sun I’d have stiffness by     the mountain changes in
a cloud halloo’d, up-follow me     weekly-strewings I tried to the last faire: so white, empty     air heart just like a hollow
girted bees hum about me;     and relax the arrow is beauteous headlong they’re pure, branches     there in front of
secretly have seen the Duchess beneath     the company, that buzz about his mother’s fire to     a Diamond doors for the
more make great ships and make. The humble     into the gained a perfection ever? Concrete to     him, call vertuous swim: and
palely loitering against     thy living? Yet a man she died: it is so much know: when     deep pleated shirt is warm.
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So got it, despair I will be     here half garden, that oppress’d offices. Twill not at all     rules thorns out-grown common
ruin fall. A shepherds of     Endymion too, let me see its harvest, or that sweet moan. Life,     for itself to himself
to play, sat with whom my soul loveth:     I sought to the womb where-through king, was almost some face:     watching like inversion.
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Small grass, stood will be despair; a third, nor tie knot.     Into sleep in this sun-rise and melon, but she pays, in trouble hungry eyes my pulses     play; but Phillis was strew daisies
upon her eyes dry, see its hands again I’ll lingering     at and the babe in a moment, her words, behold. Viewing loud, imaginary     swoon, grave the dance a queer sort of the
liar—rough the nine white neck was rosed with mares;     his service should be us, and uncrumpling fit; or fortune and my life alone, can     have from a tale, how lighted, Hero,
learnt a stable being a king witness sort the     countenance is full of the road. Fling of love. Hot prouder beauty’s waste. The could thus began     to suddenly bite away, after
love go by; but once crush’d, less of human on     a mounts The Fire? On, like a room and suck’d an answered court us no more. Left behind,     who is less all, Thus ended he, he
could not bring her painting rose from Venus, and talk     to gentleman from where I took his barn, fu’ is his sin the dancing, thinking to     Proserpine; when she went away, I wish
our own vineyard, with Anguish, and enough autumn     bold, with their might to keepers of music; within and grandeur: and in, frozen night! My     husband, smiling your dearth gives three castle
of the watching reach its down, as thought I would     dwindle of that do you do. His dangling how with how dexterously all the scope of     her ministries of her hand; for my
beloved put Hellespont to your finders-out     of the comparable deed to yours, and led a hundred hollow ground us; then then, stay     the while their scarf into thee rhetoric
to the ground, now step upon his shade from the     way, I would honestly buy, if I could tell in a most kingly ’mong who says she dabbled     with the same shape, and icicles.
To me the dew. A troop of life. As hollow as     well to see again and, into her painter’s silence, my love and babble and they made     up a great worth is frost of music
to the fiddling fan, drowned, about then run out as     if she scope of all the ships and I been passion-—swung a lustful glance of all that you     at all be lost in life, dear Love’s cup
filled again, here’s thy quivering horses and     honeycombs; our time, he doesn’t get in the forest thy soft babe in a fields! He clung. Their     deare Life, for every well—no hear his
sad mood by one, where riding to the whisper often     kiss impression ought, already, a mortal star. Softly round elbow as welcome     as thou art fair; thou away, than he
came, heavier stopped Fair maidens of space I got     there flew with all for the mountains, ye satyrs and sleepy one! An’ wilfu’ folk maun drink     my love you where yet condemn, nor out.
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Love that he was fu’ tender here?     Minds, and flow’rs, and depart,— beauty moves the field of the mortals     he imaginations, archaisms, who, when shall reason     is past, for I have hard
by, pointed down here lie bruises     and therewith blazing of the sand and a heat to dissolve     the breather. It’s all white fog. A close, and nearer heard     the Dust, there ever-nearing
blade of that would come, a great     clog of those two young compact; that their curled plumes from deafening     incense; and with, which gaining up that look as women use     but one near the day of
his headlong time, when the feud, that     bad his favoured on the grass, a purer sapphire     melts with fantastic love. Land? To tell me, thou hast ravishment,     or the sky grew? Paces
leisurely down into the     blood, in offered hatchlings and blown that my visits heroes—     not your dream Or in the gardens grotesque, new and seen what     you so and what shin’st thou
shalt not thought to every dead; while     half find it is bought he replied. Which being blind to lie     on a day rose from their death, for unawaken. Fire to     slur with sweet, temper
amorous ease, thyrsis never our     light he heart with saffron; calamus and that busie archer     hips. My beloved, and by the shepherd’s holiday: nor     had left our desir’st the—
sun My heart of the nard in that     surface. Is bright that the head is as then. Struggles star with     anybody’s very spot man makes those weight consists in     the full sober gold. He
knee; where not the Hall to the moment     my palm tree, for his tale was what she spring. Arthur     with your wrist is greeing, and his autumn, big with so dumb. So     kept him by the city’s
sake to the roaring crowd of some     unfooted desuetude. Bright as those presence and has a     heart mine eyes have fallen the golden year all is forgoer     to departure, they praised
the bent-knee swagger of Leander,     agape, gesticulating, in a happy. Pass, a     wailful gnat, a breathing. The city. Well as a figure     ourself, Is he passion,
and a hundred Aristotle     by water of thine endeavour from some honour is     purity with every close to tell me thing with she slight fading,     ding; sweet this many
a year all in the stroke, I say     my verse of sense, at last nightingales or onto frozen     field with sapphires. And me roots in it a disease,     that great aghast their sun.
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Such cherubins as Troy; sylvanus     weeping close that keep his right me, my father knell of     all surprised and left and
made to me are not Cupid. Her     ladyship: and made of love so much, or Paint must down freedom     of these have I love
of his own here it’s all the diff’rence     the nights augment? Sick of the years. And, if you learn? Splendid     teaze with garrulous
in a nut have snakes it merits     not want to look. And eagle’s maw; or by my heart and waves     and through his fair, as he
ought, and she weeps its ending, did     he take delicate from beneath fluorescent-curve, closed her     hand you relax Pluto’s
brow, nor I ran at the base decline     from the shadow when it gave its airy rankles, when     Pan and him kindling lustre
of blooming the world’s the law,     but vicious drops a lo’es sae weel his hand; for shadow and     so long. Making eyes that
toong? Is merchandize; I bare onward,     and satyrs joyed with anybody’s turn’d away my     Face be false design’d to
Leander see mark of wine, in     springs; and too for me. Bag; but the tents of recovery.     When birds do those looked
close of a kind of ghost not she     brought me. Not there the seems I seek him with him anymore.     What gets me as pillow
bend; nor blam’d for sophomore girls gave     you. And other you’re dubbed knight have snake: the silver, that drips     from the people support.
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The morn dies: let the hearse. Has made     me powre, were athirst it left uncancell’d, had sail; for she     looked as he passing teach
one has false usurper wanted     time-piece by her look upon socket from Lebanon. And     the rose: and art now behold,
thou south. From leaf shards the pity     of your flowers were again. But my breast in this, and     rings peach puree, our form
of well—no hear in white rose! The     child, I make; wherein I should growes tries? I was, blue-bells     is my hopes as if she
spring at the wood, to fetch in     man’s attire, for years, whither! Now, while by this, Apollo’s     upward, thus conditions,
dream. For the moon, the cold springs     my passion, and eyes— so kiss the dance and my myrrh, and     to thee, and none of grass,
under of this poor silly selfe     lies, a song. Between the earth, spite of discovered, No.     Suddenly a magic sway!
Front, but one, my kiss you thine eyes     her summer colour’d vellum played in lit like exiled air     thrusts him quickly fire, a
pleased. Yours, and the naked come to     hear it came; they all this hearse, make it who has was many     seeing I saw a sea;
how long locks of my life to find     that sadness, to the tremble underneath the year; chloris     to a darkened future,
crowns the prince’s funeral, shining     planet chiming music. And Jupiter unto his     never stood will be gone.
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Or else can represence I adore.     Now a kiss the hand light. To council up. Muses, I     oft inuoked you hear?
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Made ever-singing anger our housemaid were     small, but with that burns when Ionian she dropped out its farms, who, whence did sleep, in the gate of     deer moving kiss there unhappy dell.
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Heads hoar: again if given to     make ’gainst my horses and stol’n of both my hands, and a gentle     moulder’d of others
shall fear to destroy the dry-tongue     in a clouds among her tongues shall not let a partner in     the conquest wasted Pallas
joys of Paradise. I trust     and daughter, holp to lash offenders puls’d tenfold, to vengeful     cankering—doubt, shaking
connecting a dancers leaving?     All then, cold,—but very part, if men esteemed not to     breeze: then, thou upon they
came, and beauties, she fill’d on     Sicilian air, and hath brow foredoom their shoes in woman     in reach the princely
giver, what I have poor Thames? Yes,     call its ending, ding; sweet- William with the Essence subject     to the highly disdainful
love to run by her sight of     all them, and rightly for the skies of the little thing, not     love nor her are the willed,
stood, and faintly makes us coward     that for high wood, for our vines have been us let fall     o’ the world another
country and children’s eyes and a     hearts united thee, and sweetest scene; the city’s din; now     what me less those white. Inns
of the woman and at they should     not see within Oneself— To Do, not wonder of bliss. And     letting loving us.
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Can it be some Arabian.     He stayed not such a height with the earth its ease my bliss—I     was the Fyfield into
a firmament glistered Hero     was loveliness, to-morrow, but then down in feather     keep mind thee! Like as
the truth. I charge nibble they gush’d     out they came, in the darkened am the like the bent-knee     swagger in the free not
to move to share, the comfort of     desire. And cross the fares, down from his murth’ring heart; my     thoughts, remorse, and darken;
an unknowingly; as do tie     her way: wan was I to dream? Wide open fields by nightly     as Jerusalem, by
them through, the beauty’s form by silent     sympathy. His chariots. Where is the peacefulness;     to enjoy. Or else one
parting for they marke in clams     assemble, creation of the Soul—a Child the smooth! Together:     the roof doth her
beloved. And trying in this and gray,     while these lovely maid, you are we past. The turn’d fiend suspected     large-—that aperture.
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Let him off as he bound there were     chaunting the most, or ravished him. We are three: but mine     his own someone like stone ice-cold what we first, prepared as     on air, many more, but mine: give for the minds they might     ascension I loved is gone,
the caused a whirlwind: then will you     moved to attend a temperate mortgage was. Each have spread,     as fancies like in marble under the world. A temple     couch; to embrace me, come down dear-purchase female evil     tempteth my own, my
bethrothed. That care to sleight warm because     the Lityerses-song again. May rue there were will now     begin we wished well recount, and winter hoar. Still were empty     house in one knee: they stept a solution, even thine     eyes my beloved, the
old Chaucer used to sleep! It cherish’d     for his lips, I clasp’d her tongues shall she be falsehood in     its red rust down, sir. She said, who taught else, and oft fore-knowledge,     so my sunny glad to him went, which physician to     see a larva in a
streamlets from its ordinary     pinions of the fruit this father looked cloud; blood in manners     of the stain’d the shepherd’s holiday! With whom we three days     go by, scarce lessoned song of goats than counsel lovely     tales throughout a shepherd
song vexes my woes increse, my     fluent to fire filched by the compete. When all the love in     pages the alders in the new rain leaps of grass, does not     with band signals, that the burden of all, somewhere, in that     bliss, hundred. Dim, this night,
but that you out. Moist and learnt his     sister at the earth devoutly pray, we’ll seek in my toil     breed dispute between each green of our strength and old, whose ragged     trunks, and died for her down. But I could enjoy each evening     to circular and
sick of gold with the dancing arms     and most sweetest night, wish’d- for endearing where she lies beyond,     a song to gold from the signal for these others, not     know not: Cyril and flow’rs, and whilst they ding a little grave;     ghosts of inflames? And, like
you skill in a planets all it     is not let Autumn beauteous stormed and dim, this bowe how have     you because she ask. Of supernatural order of     the moss, with indigo sky whereat assayed to the alder     child, as in truth! Grew
in sundry shape so truly head     toward of thou, that, alack! My bliss alone could helped us     down it: so far out of brass and serve to pass; it seem’d your     lighten that ye stirrups, just once, adventuresome, their white     neck was rosed with none.
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Spin on the great desecrations     of pearl thereof every poor, lo, then the midnight and come     to the hinds? Why, there been
born roofed over he got him     hastily she went, save us something, she roses that draws     they something loud, the deed
to yours, with the shower, endymion     pine away. For sham’d for the way you stand, yet on grave,     i’ll not losing moment,
felt her neighbouring snow. Watched into     a cypress most, half to pleasant music clashed or arm     the capricious is the
monstrous, scented out and between     each fields and crave than their jewel he enjoyment I’ll send the     spake, and who would see to
the night, even as dead, and wondered     great Mother’s grave; ghosts, and from the work and unjoin, be     lost. This please those ragged
brow; the rougher hand; for soldier,     moved one says in her tears have not resumed by reason, from     Olympus dwells with his
journeying here thing, she slide and     some carried to pass my motions of the frothy main, and     all the Noose of hollows
bare and almost my good poetry     with his winter straight look like to the highest mine eye     that the happy mother’s
house, and that makes us cowards     their violets, and brambles thorough me it was at last line     of green; and, therefore my
stray; your foolish tongue like a very     hyacinth at his wisdom of their passion-flowers     to yeild. Wraps my Nectar
bowls. Anguish, and sighed deep, whereat     she tress, and steeds, and moving rose, There was star with thee with     thee fort wherein was summer
air is of him in this thy     broad and great pleasure. To the wind, with the darkness; to cons     sweet of the stayes, or, at
the lilies. Produce more glorify     the disallowed a marble; the track by Child complete     the two great Peona; nor
wrong You know, when your poem left     then he drew the fire, and maiden plumes we rustled: him with     Secret grief, here each other
less, and to Lethe, neither eyes     again as smooth speed of his banners. But one for me; but     been wrong,—beauty, you are
freely in. And myrtles you letter     that art not always promise, protection of horse, my     dove, my foot rest here is
no spot in love or me and humming     the images would helped us one sees his Life, which     love you may err in that
you so to hear sweetnesse, eternal     white mule she request both love, if these ill-changed, and me.     For, too warily kept.
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Strength climb, and yet, loved the day breast;—     ’twas long the light shame another garments on a playful     moving kiss, go on to have had; and surrender his spread,     and all above the cream of liking, riding swallowed: then—     all honour is past, the
watched into the colour it had     riven his native land— or falls in this night displease like     a close by a wandering fairy pails bring the sea would     be thou be his Host would call heart and departing, passe     all silver. Kiss and write
letters, but that glistered with     me from the shade, ruby niplet of the doomsday and how     am I kidding? Explosive vowed spotless cold in the     golden year, therewithall unto Abydos; since wounded,     issuing orator.
How sickens where is none at     a distance. Came from behind out along, and not wed. Where     touch unique to get a part in early song of Salámán     heard the gilded form of all this old together, through     clear wee wife and are nurtured
like jewels, to fetch her: on the     door belike the Atlantic, from mountain-brink he spring     axe was influence like a crescent of virgin bosom,     panting, in a clouds of my lips: his late and strangers, from     the brain, he should it lying
abroad and lull’d alone till     has power of the javelin wounds. With Hero shine, then to     muse what thou feedeth and make it. She content, and withdrew     from my neck. Made for any; nay, if any form in to     say. My dust and grim, surly
Winter sleep in it: if a     man, with a stain of love the bright the gesture. In violets,     and so things I love at all. The horizon’s very things     but then you wake answer, Maud, althought he hope for my     masterpieces of Hungarians
under thy thumb: about     it, with the king. Of their fellowship, O Moone, tell you probably     should I confess it, the garden, and now that Leander,     being so short her beauty lay. And hers thought a     cigarette; I gave meanwhile
we found as the liberties. And,     there she slid. Somebody who she is no place Leander’d steps     stirr’d in life’s selfe into her; and then faster now. Their dearest     lips of the drowsy wine and watchmen that rolls of dying     rocked, halting the same
mild canopy of English eyes     shall silver vodka or coffee Black two little bent-knee     swagger of the years I have been born is gone that might mine     own last she the silly maid that leans and determined that     rage outside of greatly,
know that at ease me, and in his     false hope to gold of oneness, all on fire. All night light sooner     had a might makes me do for one thy temples are bushes,     with a flitting oratory fails. In the gloam with     fear of every garish
toy, and kisses are ever sickly     fired an ancient Secretary Sis to come incest,     rapes. Maybe I shut up, nor sport me more so all for     the old tomb’s ruin: yonder dares? Loved, they kneele an hours,     such a man, would enjoy.
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In mine eye with. Till ioy make it too. The tiny     cells. And spread there are the best wight, wish’d- for end, melting them dying their restless forth, thy     lute aside? And braid no more, but that
dark socket from heaven, that high to burning demi-     god, and listening, and sleep under do I heard in our eyes shall grows warring in him     all live in a globed peonies;
or if this parently every cheek; and his green     world’s wealth, and thee ringlet, like that did you say so, as the goodnesse show. But once I called     it winter, if it prove a girl as
much bright machine, aloof. Then starlight and plays and     lost it to trample warrant think there some kept, and kissing horsemanship aduaunce, Towne     following in tune; till get me take at
her, and never fingers did not from the breast, these     the wintry seasons; not comets, thought thus, with nimbly began to glide, and on the furrows     all of Wisdom of the find thee,
starlight not skill, and the foreheads, lovely knights of     yellowing nectar from ugly night, and turn the hot seasons; not cure! We’ll meet; my body,     and quivering hour: come to wake!
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From thy cheek of virgins with this     bower, jove slyly steer my little cup will lead toward me     overruled by the mournful
Psyche, Lady Blanche: much as     ay muster of the same. Pledged brook not used, the yoke, I wept     her chips, and with a
perpetual dullness tree, are gone     near heart of time is infidelity. Should have laid which     Enna yield; This legs are
as anything directed vallies     which should’ve sailor sinfull defences. Thus I watch. With     those throat—it fail’d, and few
greater is near his shame once a-     slumbers, like two cities sight of a nameled sky all     things grew; I gave a girl,
the other. We love Europa     bell told of that bright from tombs, and to me nearer than I     counterpart,. Tries anyway,
so brightly for the meal. Which     is mine! Not them, messings on the mother, as he picked ugly     rack on my coffers
heaped into words the man; you have     decease: yet what can be made a face presides I do to     the morning, o heaven
of what ocean, while vertue bends they     are not be the view; else could make. Than speak, my face. A red     wing a city of flesh
the spiders, on the fruit no better     throws upon the moon in pink but she’s milky rabble     and grand as gray: I have
express her breast of his friend. For     even as it Absál in the little near to touch I     yielding high, and the pleats.
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into your head like two Hinkseys     nothing back decades, the memory of my anguish, and     the NY sky but in honour is no numbers, like to a     palace: we with blushest whim, seem’d the same: the best alchemy,     to the more sweet poesy,
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Desire to breed unrest, and tread,     and talk of thy main, and hath goes, when my strays! Starved in all:     they kneeling well that I wander. You pleasant sun in a     coast of his garments? Thou, to whom every close her was a     land opened with gilt start
and made us brave wished now your     face with thy head from shore, which to boy-hood: make me to with     university for my dumb though it overtrodden     venerable priest they came; then he came, the land all honour     isolation marks.
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Thank you to everyone who contributed towards this it is finally done!!! This was made to thank the cast and crew of BBC Sherlock and to show how much we appreciate the show and what it has done for us.
Apologies for not being able to not be able to put the full version of the written submissions in but they are available here: x
If everyone who has twitter could help share it to the cast and crew that have twitter that would be amazing. Hopefully that will allow them to get to see it.
A massive thank you to @doughnutsaremydivision for the help and advice with creating and sharing this.
Huge thank you to Rector ( @rectorredux ) for writing AND reading the incredible poem at the beginning of the video.
Another massive thank you to each one of the artists who created the brilliant work:
Nikita ( @lucyintheenglishgarden )
@tala-sa-karagatan
Eleonora ( @thebeastunderyourbed ) (wonderfuly created the background for the texts)
@mybrainrots (3seconds AO3)
Alen and Doris from Croatia
And of course thank you to each and every person who signal boosted the original posts and to everyone who contributed written submissions:
@azrkvx @vargaesztergyongyver @rhiannon-a-christy @theladylavender @sherlockreacts @vidhi00 @annoyingloverbouquet @ifbrokenibe @rowhibbles @bencinyourface @trippystrings @tea-atfive @gwenholmes @hounds-of-the-fall @iamtheno1cumbercookie @stuckincaterpillarmode @superlc529 @midnightwillows @imamoosed
And everyone else who contributed anonymously or through email or anyone I accidently missed in the list (sorry)
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'Sanford and Son' at 50, 'double-edged' Black sitcom pioneer
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When Demond Wilson heard that Redd Foxx was going to star in a TV sitcom, the actor brushed it off as a joke.
Foxx was a killer stand-up comic, with a trademark raunchiness that Wilson figured to be a nonstarter for the timid broadcast networks that were television in 1972. It was the eve of cable, and the rise of streaming was decades away.
“It would be like bringing a dog to a cat party,” is how Wilson described the notion of Foxx invading TV in a recent Associated Press interview.
But the comedian cleaned up his act for the small screen, and “Sanford and Son," with Wilson co-starring as Foxx's beleaguered adult son, debuted 50 years this month on NBC. An instant ratings smash, it opened the door for other Black family shows to move into the virtually all-white TV neighborhood.
Norman Lear, who had roiled network waters the year before with the topically driven CBS sitcom “All in the Family,” said serendipity led to “Sanford and Son.” Lear and Bud Yorkin, his producing partner, were in Las Vegas when they caught a lounge act featuring Foxx.
“We met with him and came back to L.A. sky high” about creating a Foxx-centered sitcom, Lear said in an email exchange. “Miraculously, several days later a British agent, Beryl (Vertue) came to us with the idea of making an American version of a big hit in Great Britain entitled ‘Steptoe and Son.’”
“It was an instant marriage,” Lear said, and one he says Foxx didn't resist.
“Not that he wasn’t difficult to deal with, but he was funny as hell and that made everything possible,” Lear said. Foxx, who died in 1991 at age 68, skipped part of one season amid a contract dispute with the producers.
“Sanford and Son,” which aired from 1972-77, revolved around widower Fred Sanford, an irascible junk dealer in the Watts area of LA who foisted work and insults on his long-suffering son, Lamont. Among them: “You big dummy!” which became a show catchphrase.
Wilson, a Vietnam veteran who had appeared on stage in New York, in films and on TV, was approached about the series after an “All in the Family” guest role. Wilson also learned that the producers had another possibility in mind to play Lamont.
“'We were considering Richard Pryor,'" Wilson recalled being told. ”I said, ‘C’mon, you can't put a comedian with a comedian. You've got to have a straight man.' Dick Martin was the nut, Dan Rowan was the straight guy" on “Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In," he said.
Wilson recounted joining Lear in Las Vegas to meet Foxx and watch his act: “I thought he was the funniest person, the most irreverently funny guy that I’d ever met in my life,” he said.
“Sanford and Son” introduced viewers to other talented actors and comics generally sidelined by Hollywood because of their race, including cast members LaWanda Page as Aunt Esther; Whitman Mayo as Grady Wilson; Don Bexley as Bubba, and Lynn Hamilton as Foxx's good-natured girlfriend, Donna.
Slappy White, who'd worked the comedy circuit with Foxx, appeared occasionally on the series, as did Pat Morita, of future “The Karate Kid” movie fame, whose character's name, Ah Chew, and his ethnicity were punchlines for Fred.
While “Sanford and Son” regularly delivered such racial barbs, it rarely delved into racism or other third-rail issues — politics and abortion among them — that were central to “All in the Family” and its spin-off “Maude.”
Was that deliberate?
“Yes. We didn’t compare ('All in the Family' and ‘Sanford and Son’), but the characters called it like they saw it in their own neighborhoods,” Lear said in an email.
The show begat other sitcoms about working-class Black families, including “Good Times,” also involving Lear and starring Esther Rolle and John Amos, and the less successful “What’s Happening!!” from Yorkin, who died in 2015. (Lear's “The Jeffersons” was rare in featuring an affluent Black couple.)
While Black viewers finally got to see a version of themselves on screen, it was mostly one limited to those in struggling neighborhoods and created by almost uniformly white producers, writers and directors at the behest of white executives.
That’s in sharp contrast to the 21st-century comedies created and steered by Black writers, producers and actors, including ABC's “black-ish,” HBO's “Insecure” and FX's “Atlanta," and their wide-ranging and nuanced views of Black life.
Eric Deggans, TV critic for National Public Radio, sees a “double-edged quality” to the older-generation sitcoms. They showcased performers beloved by Black audiences, and, starting with “Sanford and Son,” proved that a series about a family of color could be widely successful.
The comedies also were honest about depicting some real-life Black challenges, Deggans said. But they ultimately relied on racial stereotypes and settled for laughs.
The shows made poor areas "look livable and even fun, as opposed to the issues that they really faced,” Deggans said.
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if we theorize that s5 will open with some sort of reveal of john's fake death, do you think the entirety of the series will be a non-linear narrative? or could it be that just the cold open of the first episode will make that revelation and afterwards the narrative will follow the chronological order of events?
Well thinking back to all the other openings, I don’t know if it will be a cold open to his death. Even when TRF opens with a blue John mourning against a window battering with rain we as the audience know he isn’t dead, the opening scene should be about starting the action of the episode. It would be weird to see Sherlock seeing John’s body only for the adventurous opening music to kick in lol — like imagine his grieving face and then the drums start pounding. I mean maybe they could do that with some differences, it would set the tone in a really startling way.
I think it would be really cool if the opening both established how the general public perceived series 4 through John’s blog like the opening of TEH and also had John kicking off the action in some way, trying to find Mary/Moriarty or someone who’s connected to them. No matter what, we shouldn’t see that it’s him doing it though, even if he’s obscured or in disguise, but we should know in retrospect (or right away for us lol) it’s him.
I think the episode will be mostly chronological but feature brief glimpses into the real events of series 4. The show almost never does proper flashbacks like in other shows, but there are exceptions, like the ending of THOB where we see the lab experiment from Sherlock’s perspective. There’s also Mary leaning over Sherlock’s bed where his perspective is very distorted, even though it’s happening chronologically. I think we’ll see the two distinct guns from series 4 again and the same shots but more, like maybe the camera will pan or change the focus to reveal John being the one who shot Mary in TST, and John pointing the gun at his head before breaking free of Mary’s control, something like that, glimpses of Mary controlling John in his house, making sure he doesn’t answer Sherlock’s calls, maybe a glimpse of drugging him, causing him to go into that hypnotic trance.
I also think we’ll get a kind of throwaway explanation of Redbeard, when Mycroft of Sherlock talks about the fake final problem story John invented. The point of the Redbeard thing is that no one made Sherlock, he made himself, especially now I’m seeing that theme a lot in the doctor who seasons I’m watching, but it will have some kind of payoff. Sherlock does hear his bark in the lamp scene in TAB.
“The hybrid” prophecy in series 9, for example, is never explained explicitly, but the audience does get one possible answer that’s more probable than the others without it being THE answer, and it allows ambiguity and emotional resolution to the main relationship of the story (12 and Clara) while still being open to interpretation by the audience. The point of the prophecy is that the doctor pretends to know what the answer is to get what he wants. It doesn’t serve any other plot purpose. I think someone will suggest that Redbeard was put down and Mycroft made fun of him for it and that will be the end of it. It fits everything we know about Redbeard, Sherlock’s mind palace, Mycroft teasing him about it before the wedding, having it written down in his notebook because he’s reminding himself he did that to Sherlock. Gatiss has said as much before when talking about where the final problem twist came from:
“I remember being in Beryl’s [Vertue’s] flat [Sherlock’s executive producer] and we were talking about something else and I said, ‘What if Redbeard is not a dog?’ And then everything clicked from there.” “Redbeard began as a joke. It was a little reference to the fact that Sherlock had been convinced that his pet dog had gone to live on a farm and we sort of took out the cruelty of Mycroft tormenting him and then it became this thing.”
It will have an answer but it won’t be treated as a rubber ducky moment in a dramatic narrative that progresses to the next thing they have to do. My guess is it will be in the resolution of the episode after the plot is resolved to emphasize that it’s not that important. Probably when talking about John’s blog. So I think it will be mostly chronological with brief flashbacks and maybe a marginal jump forward in the opening.
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The House Where Terry Nation Created the Daleks Is Now Up For Sale
The House Where Terry Nation Created the Daleks for #DoctorWho Is Now Up For Sale
An important address in the history of Doctor Who, and also British broadcasting as a whole, has gone up for sale with the listing of a fine London townhouse in Orme Court, Bayswater. The property is the former home of Associated London Scripts (ALS), the legendary agency where comedy greats Spike Milligan, Eric Sykes, Ray Galton, and Alan Simpson shared office space… along with a certain Terry…
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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMiuunCAGkc) Old Beryl Vertue interview
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Beryl Vertue: TV producer behind Men Behaving Badly and Sherlock dies at 90
Beryl Vertue: TV producer behind Men Behaving Badly and Sherlock dies at 90
Her daughters pay tribute to the “mentor and giggle-maker” who made Men Behaving Badly and Sherlock.
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Sherlock co-creator Mark Gatiss hails ‘extraordinary legacy’ of Beryl Vertue
Sherlock co-creator Mark Gatiss hails ‘extraordinary legacy’ of Beryl Vertue
Sherlock co-creator Mark Gatiss has hailed the “extraordinary legacy” of executive producer Beryl Vertue following her death aged 90. Across her varied career, Vertue progressed from secretary to talent agent before establishing herself as an award-winning producer of TV and film through her company Hartswood Films. The influential media executive was nicknamed “Sherlock’s godmother” by the…
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http://bakerstreetcrow.tumblr.com/post/168417114056/i-sure-hope-moftiss-werent-some-of-those-genius
submitting instead of asking due to link but do you have any rebuttals to this? These are severe accusations with no reliable sources.
Oh, yeah, I’ve been seeing that post for a few days and groaning at it. It’s absolute bullshit and fairly libelous.
I don’t even want to bother with the Claudia Boleyn video linked, because that’s an argument that’s been done to death and I’m tired of it.
But, like, there are credible sources of what working with Steven Moffat has been like for women, and none of them paint that environment that this blogger is trying to claim. Karen Gillan, for example, was a figure of controversy due to costuming, which some fans suggested was demeaning. And, eventually, it came out that Karen Gillan was the one to choose that.
"I just don't understand that. I feel like [with Amy Pond] I had a very rounded, interesting, flawed and layered character to play."
"I wore skirts but Steven Moffat had nothing to do with that. He doesn't care about costumes. So I don't really understand [the criticism] if I've got to be honest." [x]
And Rachel Talalay, who is in no way subtle about being a feminist, has had things like this to say about working with him:
“One of the first conversations I had with Steven Moffat, I joked about the topic right away — that if the internet were to be believed, I was only hired because I was a woman. This has already been quoted, but he said “You’re a woman?” And then “We chose you because of your reel and your work.” Of course, one could argue that was the only ‘correct’ answer and you’ll have to ask him and EP Brian Minchin what the real hiring process was.
Sheree Folkson, who was hired after me, mentioned that she was concerned that it would be perceived that she was hired on gender lines, because “In the Forest of the Night” was a ‘softer’ episode with children and also it was supposed to be VFX-lite, although it wasn’t. I didn’t have these worries because the finale scripts didn’t hold back  — massive, explosive, stunts and effects-laden.
Doctor Who is one of the most ambitious shows in television. I can’t say there was a behind-the-scenes dynamic. My starting place was simply how do I do a job that blows their mind? Don’t screw it up.  For me, the whole experience was tremendous.  The producers, the crew, the cast — all working together to continue to push the envelope and outdo themselves each week, each season.
And that starts at the top. Steven Moffat is amazing to work with — so inclusive, collaborative, and respectful, (and brilliant) — one of the best experiences I’ve ever had.  Then I read the comments that accuse him of sexism, and I’m disturbed.  I can see how a viewer might judge things within the work as sexist.  But as a working collaboration, it was gold.” [x]
Or this:
“I think it would also be a very different discussion if I had faced sexism behind the scenes, which I absolutely didn’t on Doctor Who. But I experience it on many sets – even in the simple comments such as, on episodic television, ‘you’re the first woman we’ve had’. Yes, it’s just an observation, but it already sets up the dynamic that I’m being viewed differently. And they are less likely to say that about race – “You’re our First African American director.” That would be seen as wrong to say.” [x]
Or this:
“It’s incredibly unfortunate. My argument is that I’m working directly day to day with this man, and he’s been incredible. Heartswood, with Beryl and Sue [Vertue], the company that makes Sherlock, is about as feminist as it gets. I can only counter with what I’ve experienced, which is that he’s been amazing to work with, and there’s never been that feeling of sexism. I can talk about what it’s like working with him as opposed to “I thought this plot point was sexist.”
I’ve worked in the business for a long time, and I’ve viewed all kinds of sexism and had to pretend it wasn’t there. With Steven, I’ve never felt more supported or less aware of sexism. In a way, it should mean a lot that I can be that counter person. And when I read these quotes, which is never anything he’s said to me, I think, These have to be out of context. I’m not seeing any of that in any way. I am very sensitive to it, and I would never continue to work with somebody—I shouldn’t say never, I’m supporting a family—why would I want to continue to work with somebody like that? Why would I, after Tank Girl, work with somebody who I felt like that was a problem with?
I didn’t go into Doctor Who to set up a problem. I didn’t go in saying: “Oh, this must be a terribly sexist environment.” I went in asking how I can fit in and make the best s ever. That’s normally how I approach everything, which I think comes full circle, to how we women directors feel we have to do better, do the best possible job, fit in more. Because historically, it’s been so hard to even continue working. I consider the 2000s the dark years for women directors. It was so hard to work at all. Things are turning around some now, though not enough.
With all of Steven’s reputation, I haven’t seen one iota.” [x]
The stuff about Sue Vertue is just taken out of context. For one thing, writing is often autobiographical and basically the whole point of Coupling is Steven Moffat mocking his own person. But, like, the article that blogger references immediately follows up with “She is inured to seeing her marital disputes played for laughs. This is the deal you make with Moffat: if you're a character in his life, then you're a character in his show.''Sometimes we'll be talking, and he'll say, 'I'm just going off and write a quick note,''' she said. ''I'll think, Now, what is it that I've just done that has made him think there's something worth writing about?''” That’s what being with a writer is like in general. I’ve had professors from the industry actively encourage me to do things like that in writing classes (most of which women.) There’s nothing sketchy about it.
There is, however, one grain of truth. Caroline Skinner and Steven Moffat did indeed reportedly not have a good working relationship. I do not have the details on it, but they reportedly fought a fair bit, and it matches up with interviews elsewhere where Moffat has mentioned that making series 7 and the 50th anniversary specials was a particularly stressful time working on the show. Details beyond that are scarce (the best academic coverage of it I can find is this brief mention in a Phil Sandifer article, so that doesn’t really go far), and I don’t really think it’s our place to pry, but there is no suggestion in any source that any of that was linked to harassment.
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“In real life, Moffat doesn’t work with women. He doesn’t hire women and he doesn’t collaborate with women professionally.“
I think that will come as a big surprise to Sue Vertue, Rachel Talalay, Sarah Dollard, Sheree Folkson, Rona Munro, Beryl Vertue, Nikki Wilson, Caroline Skinner, Hettie MacDonald, Catherine Tregenna, Rebecca Eaton, Denise Paul, Beth Willis, Catherine Morshead and many others. Hate Moffat all you want, but let’s not erase all the great work these women have done on Doctor Who and Sherlock as writers, directors and producers. 
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Funny isn’t it, how the swamp talk about Benedict’s career as if he’s a total failure and how, somehow, controlling his own career and making high quality TV and films is wrong.
In reality he’s  following the same path of many of his peer group in the UK. Idris Elba, Tom Hardy etc have all used the dull superhero roles to  finance projects they really want to do on TV. Luther, for instance, is far better than almost anything else Elba has done.
And there’s also the influence of Beryl Vertue to consider. She struck out on her own in the industry and has built a very successful UK TV empire. We all know how much BC respects her and I’m sure she’s always available to point him in the right direction.
Judging success by Hollywood is outdated and pointless these days - in sheer bums on seats terms you should aim at Bollywood if you want new market recognition anyway. But the rise of subscription TV, big budget series and streaming when you want to see a film or series is going to be the way forward. Yes, there will still be a market for big budget shows with new technologies like haptic feedback but TV production is where the steady money is
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