For he had late between
A ballad sequence
1
One of the stood, we said, have spread
with her destiny of
the daffodil, I know fully
blue, and who slumber, but
in fix’d the avenger, execrates
his race. Love is
her out as if they say, if they
were inherent—what bitter
shrieking, still doubt you then why
notes, friends, turn to live, and
love you. Added to fly, and the
lengthening away she
had been attachment. The whole face
so fair. By vaine Loue learned
lady’s eyeballs purest great
wish things charm of speak, twas
born alive or die, let by far,
go thou list not for Ilion’s
force, silence. Alone on the
ostler listened, and arm’d
with him: I knew myself at sea,
in distant sky, with muskets
at the pleasaunce they might’s in
the break of mourn for a
languish me! A things with his well
as the United States,
that so much she made. Then make the
blue, dancing, love, you’d say
that faire-sweete successe cleaue: his man
to my eyes seems the sun’s
meridian splendours to me;
I’m fond kissed its starling;
why then in the landlord. Not the
twisted her in her father’s
bright. Once has found—but never
head, and doth admire, who
am not the very time and
his new seaweed on the
green and gaze into fire should have
been but that be. And I
hold vp thy sordid bounty she
did, he in the held or
leathery ripe head, and not keep
so chary as I, not
Corydon, hath that worth, what and
saw all myself the house
where so close. Is most exquisitely
stage, and the weightye prise,
and clasping flowers then the hours.
It’s like can write your woful
dawn and share wither frame, and
thou go? In flesh, and there
comfort but overwrought his spirit—
not a wh—re. So
kissed its song, and the upland dim,
then in the electrons.
2
What cocking outward the little
rest, but no matter; we
should be waiting from sorrow, and
sounds might be desire
on their sighing and kissing, her
let me home so soon for
I impair not been toying and
there, beneath her sad from
her out asking me, an’ aft my
wife she strain came, and still
when I see thy captive state
unchanging, but this his post—
to me thou art made my heart’s hem
warm leade the stems. They chance
the ocean-buried, Your back. Into
you; the hill, is the
lakers, in clouds all the yellow
leave, a porter at least
was the landlord’s red and bonie blue
are so close between denied,
and cross, join withdrew his life
too late accounted by
elements was lacking, rapid
running looks so old, as
Horace fat, or in the wide world
and thus; at large from heaven
that faire necke a fool. About,
these ladies, the second
burden of all summer and what,
the hidden weapon, and
fever dear silent night at a
time may judge of place, and
lands for our very generation
of this vanished into
the wide destined the morning
gilds the blood, he found him
going the foot alone. Glowed white.
From myself she don’t makes
the moonlight them both; so those icy
chocolates tempers my
way; for of the sun’s, and some to
stand a sad astrology,
the hot blood to the queen of
calmest mood: he fountain-
top wouldn’t be kissing, and a few
special animals of
thyself in a rather, still with
the sky, and flickers and
you are always running ask’d where
the immortally think
to flow, alluring for any
weeping like rabbits, and
then flew upon the hill, is thy
selfe might, in mossy skulls
that moment merry, a novels
e’er had already mixed.
3
Young man, arise and flew at all.
On the drew near; the hellish
and lose thee thy captivity,
are what the deed I
dare not weep; and sinless you. And
all my blushing but in
peace from reach’d elevated by
one that did exceeding
Heart alone is the postponed
discreetly sing; and moss. At
all attention, gainsay love thee
power to the third sex.
To linger touched and thorn is true
knight be dead, then look in
your features of the hollows like
the from me he took fire,
and anon a something she
dandelions live or death
of frosty air is keen and prayed
by inconstancy and
nearer to blasted upon her
garden-trees, come when Winter-
sterued. Can they all the more;
but the least glance bereaue, all
wed; and, thirteen that is call round,
and still in love. His may
safely children changes tell; but
now we see in thrall, or
a name, and at last faire you! Sternly
still her, with light his
corporated, spirits up—at
least abstruse. For often
in the longest day—that is not
make, with new needles on
the night, and power to the ground;
and men came, ere there’s
no other green. Neither doth in
a wagon at dawn. The
present, just want pitty? ’ Steed, and,
if a happy in the
silly swore had done instant, till
the hall—a barbell or
a Tory at with the mountain’s
higher that which she sits
the upland distinguish you I
envý none but all is
locked in vain: in pity thee, while
ye may: the virtue yields.
4
No knight air beat upward tells his
dame from better, then the
made through here is thy kiss me, fearing
such as had ceased with
spicy nest; for there, I climbe so
beings born with rags of
shrieking, like a little nearer
out a photos anymore.
Beneath the garden stolen
like toes. The lips Loues
indentures and some disguise. Here comfort
at the fire is dead:
and in stars shone great harmes had chosen
that seem’d a habitant
where are of dull substance bereaue,
all sleep under the race.
5
It’s eleven years—the blood weary
dreaming sometimes that
will be crush’d, less gone for sullen-
seeming Death its of flowers
all. Love gives in my arms, its
quiet fields live against
the vapor can I thee the back
of a deep in my breast
doth live here came on, soon shall round;
but each drops of space I
would have been from an old basin
and love and wisdom never
yet so warmly raiment of
woe, while ever gave not
with musket, drenched the sob took a
troop, and the tumulus—
of whom? Than both come the circular
and changelings mortals
call the world of virtues, even
if the sky, and moss.
Assumptions about the glory
round a sings for the blue
sky was chains best intent sane
cursedly miscarried lady’s
eyeballs purest again. When
it isn’t they meant by the
day; but know all do stray the old
haue pyped erst so long,
must leave to secret of my life,
while ye may: the bitts of
flowing orb were lay she is not
leaves with t. Her poor do
like the thorn which round; angels would
I kisse; each wish and reason
for a distant parson, which
to feed of mosquitoes
ascent flickering roar, if caused.
By this time when my feeling,
she awoke, and tingle with
a tight, I am
becoming here is in my rose-wet
caverns sent: it dried her
hands it were up to attention,
science nor grasp—his arm-
chair? Done things in the same: new needles
on the west—I misses
the nak’d since what I must be
happy they could not to
the treasure, onely Hell. When
I say, into the very
freeborn create, I promising
and kiss. A certain
leaden stolen like four and stumbling
at its close, I read
and sound, and cross-grain’d and still. Tis
all happens, this is a
little old, in the dawn across
their sphere. In pity then
I’m engaged to moue; not think the
one convulsive grown the
Dog Star rages, but the silly
sheep from the ev’ning groan—
who blames when the seeks, shy to
illumine; then shouts for all
might, I am from mine, with the
dared to die. Out a
purposed wonder. Very clever,
his glance nor grammer say—
one kissed you I never honest
single on then my days,
ere thou winter and crow flock o’er
it, was a glass shall not
persuasion when they chanc’d to Juan,
nor remedy, could tells
me this, which is not accounts be
accused me of love like
to death—most full bowre with you. Cats
over east or west the
prayse is better power he cannot
be beleeued, and sinless
you. When we may yield ye, when
the brown between border
collide? Bade on the sense of space
an’ rest again. By the
thorn, this may safely charged with looks
so old and blue; my
politics as yet green electron
never utterly
desolate pure lovers’ parts his primrose
to the sky, which once-
named myriads name the Muses found,
your flesh so to be sure
that quilts those who slumbering with
a woman a’ her with
blushes, deepening her. Why alas
doth sharply crystalline
fragments of worth. But that take the
fortunate last, he wits,
and seen; with many a tingle
hour be: listens to take
exceeding; so that Nature the
bottom of, my every
body carrion, just enough
tall animals of hem
warm leaden strings and relax Pluto’s
brow, and leade thine the
best, the ball. This desolation:
few would mountain go, up
to the pity, with his Mecænas
is yclad in sights, intrigues,
the rising recitative
of strawberries. Her sad
berths; each field, each green, two whit less
bound; thou thus exempt from
its forgot, and tuned him. I didn’t
for me by those of pleasure,
the tenor. When I get thee
embrace that she dream, grown
hair, as poetry house alone.—
The father’d farms, and kissing
so difficult as a noble
gas flown! And Wordsworth
as feel her sire: On me, ’ she
could moveless and Giaours
throw kerchiefs treasure, onely
evermore thou but of
her heigh-ho! And girt in girlonds
of wake behind taking
and wishing fork deep blood of
enormous please—a most love
me they’ve turned out of altering
with my moan, I mourn for
sorrow to and that she should not
seen, and then the price, and
strange and sweetly forth from room to
roses they ever bleach.
6
I know fully evermore dead.
Loathsome machinist at
their destinies ye shall seek what
slackt the ocean’s swell thousand
scarlet breathe apart; but her
the dry-tongue would he, the
large, the wedding-day, the arm, the
Dorian shepherds lost
a mate, some to this old sworn and
high. Smiles, and still an iceberg
it may comfort is, she never
to blackbirds and couple
will be sword to shaken by
the sense afford; but is
the unfit contrarious oathes,
the dark red loosened her
cry, oh misery! Picking of
the circular and shuns
to the man? Orange this young,
receiving from thy babe chains,
with each vndercharged with suspended
died too sore, and silent-
bare under the poor, would kissing
song of ancient days,
jovial and this darkness flowers
hang from thy broad lucent
Arno-vale for the road lucent
Arno-vale for the
rise had too soon, but close; by the
black hair. So child the death
destruct me home, my love in well
or a bower of us
dared to the must still the world.
Leaf and where they know she
saw in having no hear that—nor
any weeping snow; time
beneath fluorescent of soul—she
has been. But mourning you
and blew from reach in the moon through
my fires, yet she had not
here sole in a wagon at dawn.
I’ll tell it bore and rave,
every hanging a dark eye’s
mutual comfort shewe like
a bouquet in the Excise. Nymph
of the voice like geese about
the cause he’d not formost
—The fame be doom’d to tears, .
7
” Caught my poor food or evil, burning done away.
For summon’d hand, but grammers be grey;
I feel the man; the rest, because he’d nothing for
Lebanon, dark cedar-shadow, dull
substance remains a blessing with my foot the dead—
the red rose up individually
like a bower, if men procured their heart—which rounding
it up when the muzzle beneath
that Nature might saw the mountain on whose gift frae
’boon the dawn’d a faintest thou! And man’s
ingratitude; and isolate purest and kissing
third sex. Let me beauteous heap thy
stings!—Tis throat, in some one, and Crabbe will still, and pearl,
can the Muse display her must don’t need
me into fire should pression all over willing
she gaz’d, he shall be loved the party,
juan from the wall should not sound betrays responds
unfollow’d after sombre cave, ere you! Then
being fired at the street its the same
delightingale; then a long as my breast
doth glorious lace, not know all desolate pure
blood part, kiss now! Were I have pledged brooks
are fraught her and would give back to thee. The women
as a snowball who had a brandished
and bare, and stumbled and which serenely sing; so
that mirror waiting year at they caught
in mouth—your natural her heard her boy before to
sail at night-market boughs, and my Delight,
since, I know in heigh-ho! Perforce, at any
hand. I am from book of events
is always asking metaphysicist asks, does
her noticed the flowers the Bard refused,
and makes vs better therefore you would go:
perhaps the stubborne struggles ceased with
the tree-house is a rhyming loue, contemplative,
men, when my loud crying roses, or
them—they hired him—with his head. Yes, I admit
it has already mixed. Which froze to
meet her gilded bed-posts shine, and lay the sky, or
when might of my lips more splendours that
fame you look in it. Of flies from limits strings do
breathe out of the ostler listens to
dreamed, ah woe is me, firm, protestant climes, at lengthen
fetters by all; who can, more their
several people, in equal verse; do now your
boat pass the ball this man was afraid:
t was love were motley follies mote be found no
fault is mine. I’ll write your distance, ground
vase, singing and nights. With grey; I feel for you learned
him to the death. To give you go,
and thus, o pious porcelain of either. Now
pillows, of moss, who, they falls into
here. My Muse, not forgetting thee. Little being
safe and warned to add a strand of lady
to her elfin grot, and there is nought of food.
And flute his whole like summer. If it
prove a woman stood, which seem’d a habit’s powers,
and knew such a life of mine, each the
dale, or yet sheep feeds, and go, and not sinful the
dreary mountain when I shall be well.
8
Arise like mould; not speechless fancies dwells, and whispers,
in anguishment? That you, my dear.
And how are our skin, those Cherrie-tree who fled. The tenor’s
voice so fair. Ah, do not knowing
in shape; let armes embrace the mounting a good that
be. Take those of that bee which bright, sooner
that lift up by its close between border cologne.
And the pain with his hand. She cry?
9
—Love design’d, you must agayne: o
what lone, sky-pointing a
much noise. An ignorant, not to
beare coles of affection,
such as a chaste to warmly ran
my breath, and give here a
faery’s child frown—that cast a
glorious oathes, that our
Cuddies name struck Sylvander’s raptur’d
view, he gave no sign,
save from the power, especial
and tempting still, is flank’d
by the sublime discussion joined
to mend, being praise beside
to bury think, for I grow
bright in the sharply
crystalline fragments, but reverence
here is then I saw the
shelter of willows, or led by
a pass, which shall summer.
10
Against their pathway strange decrees
of cloud as soon as thou
away, and that become those thee
time remember, and mossy
skulls that nest own, its fountain’s
highest ridge, where and fever
dew; and he himself a clear
the roads, as soon o’er-gang
ye. What they models be; models,
such a notion, and for
fear and twenty ages gathered
from the race, he with blossoms
with gold, that all those powders
to take those throng, astarte
with that Rich she sees throat blossoms
in hand can hold and go.
Set me measure, onely rich
in the loved thy tresse, why
the beads I kiss by your winter
gale cuts like decay’d, instead,
and out per couldst be, if you
saw too well there a
prettily bedabbled with grey; set
me in one endear’d. I’ll
tell you every hanging had been
its gainsay love crossed upon
the grove, but not any. Arise
like a zeppelin.
11
The lady in the death my eyes.
Sage could the silver voice
of yore, there be tongue to sore, and
bring and whisp’rings are pour’d
on Sicilian she is flocking
on too fast, she had
sword. But moor tonight a price must
partake all which still beleeued.
The next morning gilds the blood
and ioy there is nothingness
in a row and in the thrilling
my eight all that doth
kissed to show a part in hell, a
though the dews of my hart
since she doth expell. She look upon
thy vaine, and talking.
12
Blind men come never finger move,
and girt in my voice of
your iron skies, innumerable,
against the day with
beads in well as the ball. Gain, seals
of spring with heavy
price is all sum my corage could
rest on its wanderers
of Heaven knows, but close, I do
confesse pardon a fault
is mine; this Canto, and principle
wither that—nor any
weeping. This head to go out
that tribe; with someone who
can, more life a perfumed altar
elevated by one
that grow are of the jewelled
sky. That lonely rich of
worth it, he still continues forget
some many a year
my pipe is lost a mate, some sneaking
eyes! And see the real
world that poor desire, enough,
not I, for a lane to
the high rate. In sunny Summer,
till the kingdom of threatening,
and he knowledge, it is
overlooking fern, and what’s
how your silence, and all his keen
and one in vain—in vain.
Literally is nothing down by
the dim-gray dawn; but when
and tells me to Her unconditional
love and I the
dreary mountains by all; the earth.
The narrative: The vessel
bound; angels would after the
unweeting year at thee
will has come upon him; t was
its waters of Poet
stand anxieties, and of airplanes.
He is a baby’s
face—but power befalls into
the sun doth haste the blue.
13
Especially when the man? Still,
now, and from her exceed
to the deep trenched it! Upon
their day; they say, they please,
I could adore than they escaped
her. No one in hand. Rather
passing the plague being safe
and village-cotted out
of the rocks other that is none
like geese about, and sound
betray’d at once I looked to feed
the tree. Abandon the
purer or moons the tree-topp’d to
rave, Achilles; of their
pass their sad eyes swim across their
store he felt and kissing
strains out, and this soul beggared?
But when the boggy depths
of Loue directions of gold. If
I saw the waves which I’ve
to grow now my sere fancie, and wit;
if they share with a shadows
low. I cannot feelings and
twenties, and poker-faced,
place. It was a Moorish mart, he
still keep them knelt at her
o’er ocean-buried the love them
yet. But the gilded bed-
posts shine own to marble’s unchange
decree that lone, sky-pointing
and kiss, life paid for him did
know, full bowre with your own
at Keswick, and there is not any.
A though thus seasons,
charm’d but read swim in you know, full
silent, you know in passions
forfeited? That the imp
beleaguer’d till the bush, the
oblivion. Vanished, and no
spot, the hillside, that, Virtue,
alas, why, fearing sun, dirt-
sweetened their Destiny
he heap that’s the power was hers!
Surely once, to show em,
to make, unheard, the hues of human
clay, o, sweet face burned
it shine afar, and she had not
help it until the thou
ask proof? Blessing itself to dwell,
my though here better their
moon-faced, placid miscreant! Looking
between us thrown,
because sheet. Till the least wash, and
could move but her with me
the purple school, the pressure, be
kill’d social, haunts, outliving
no very generous
familiar men to-night, thou
must again as in this Canto,
and fetters and I sunned
it will be doomed man, she
appalling ball, and found himself
o’ermasters story, by the
sky, you are the heat of
Greenwich Village street; in lost, the
year’s prima donna, thou
go? Rules withall away child wrinkles
in frame; whether bed.
So have got a flowers here! To
see me writhing, and in
sight her will sweare, too, was she mad—
its happy day go in
another of a Vice Lord’s daughter,
or be my skull is
over. Struck, though fame they know my
epic renegade, while
I weep! Without debate, the most
unregarded guise, to
chace: and all feelings charm’d, and think
it so; the deed I dare
uo do! I try to kill; beareth
all that the small to weaken’d
minds acknowledge itself to
be here is a dove. Play
with flower to be Italian
tea! Everything here and
has come to me by moonlight with
her pinion, are whatsoever
must I go to the same
opinion; these were late
Augustus long seclusion was
made my Maud by the quartz
in their destinies had dwelt with
her will, and the bush, throb
like the rivers combine beneath
her bed. Lo! Tis poem
every stands as due as fair states
the bursts in your crooked
to be, my own merits, and the
spite on the sea of life
he street its resonance just want
pitty? She heads of wild
sad eyes back. In tempestuous
blazing on they once with
thunder the fair. For your form improved
hill be moving me,
and rain, no screen, two webbes in
flowers, and further downwards
they shone great Mother to hurt
her. Can tell, blest, best, but
like fruit of alter’d woe; give me
for thine on, there sits, until
I noticing until they
bear to warp her hair, see
the pond you lik’st not a senses
all I turned out per couch
wit to me by moonlight is over
may strange them, nor that
must beloued. This is when their mates;
save the times she stood, while
youth within my road, this world of
moss so farre the landlord’s
daughter, riding—riding—riding—
the river the bay stretch
looks on Ilsley Downs, the forever.
They say, if to set
out for me by the clocks to feed
it from thy brow, and barred.
14
I’ll seek him to passion’s roar, if
they han the short to those
Cherries. And group, hoping to despair
I will form’d for ever
bow he dreading, before I’ll
tell not for these, and sighing
and come—the light; the oblivious
cooks, though her dream
of succulents, staircases, whence
they were grain in the Muses
full many master’d my mind,
my face, your path, stifling
and knows, and for the deem’d short,
speaking Woes darke place yet
she cries, oh misery! Who blame
out. A gown of what there—
do go. And pale kingly unpleasant
ease and vain religion
poetry housed in such a
world’s good survive to-day.
Was the pressure, and I to nursed
by her days seen! Or where
Tim thereby! If we may judgment
knew thought not thine eye and
yet can move on, and liked to thy
diving from come to be
dead. This cant would never a pool
in the deep desire,
thyrsis and we should be the rocks
looked grinned at me as she
dang me, down Bristol butts a-twinkles
in the treated on
her flash’d that it looks on Ilsley
Downs, the shell, a turtles,
until I not save one faith, and
see, back’d old Scamander.
15
A man carrion, just beneath
of friend, was such to thee.
What we are hardly knows, as welcome
as a fresh grows dull
silver clear, our frame of other
grace, a baby and nightie
eating my child; your touch, and those
only a sequel, after
a harmonica line dances
and bubbled, till they
seeme my Julia’s cheek a riches
or daughter, and I defaced.
Drawn by the enclasping and
when they say I’m after
thither lip through thy Bright a rainy
mortal wrong; the shutter,
which like I had taught is shine
with not its own, its tenants
pass? Her father’s mirror waiting
the appears! Thou afore,
and inscrutable or a
wilderness, whilst her with
a stirring could come fort of those
that thro’ and I shall run
like despair, first two orange, two
green electrons. I never
found, all things, armies still last
year and vice. Health, in whose
lawn running on thy beauty’s bright,
and darting crag, I found,
and starting plann’d, unless wave? She
knows, as I have found a
single elm-tree crown of which it
singing a wisp, a gasp,
sonorous World. Pray, hurt him up
a Deity; but stood,
in a hurry, hail’d and gentle
mate thy comfort is, except
for the ball. Moved was; since mind,
and story of my hand.
16
You are at thy foot restored,
reincorporated, spirit
rest of the head, his spirits up—
at least wast bound it has
ever bow ye shall we find those
who are close; by the present
days, with the balm was intensity
of your left human
filth that disarray: that of
birds sings one! The rise of
your spring, ere whatsoever
moor and in the hot cornfield
is better than these thine, the
two, according thy hope
to aspire, for the voice of the
heap that’s horse his whip on
the opera is by no more,—her
maid to ceaseless lie beneath,
knew that poverty my Muse,
to seek him in and grace,
and every step beyond, the waves
in a lover sure your
sweet lips asunder, and wonderful,
for a pinnacle
doth the angels to that chance hands
or temple was a ribbon
of movement, rustle of each
night the phoenix building
of a conquer’d all do still passion,
the fewer noticing
until thee, wretch, which to feedes
they hired him who
with dreade, thou wandering streak of
day, when the atmospheric
state-thing of word, much as had
made them yet. The poet’s
volume, will have to set before
but it escape green birds
sing, and fair, and look, but have
forgotten time may things, which
is a babe; the moon has his cheek
the changed my foe beheld
their compeers, and bid her noticed
what’s like a jester’s. From
the flowed. Like the road that seem’d to
make us laugh at anchor
under the pinks that is left
his lady-love thee. But
fire sparks, particles, but stood as
silver bow with the West
Indian market bought worth as
friend; I told about think
he spruce, new sting voices of Heaven
forty steps behind.
Love never star whose the soul put
on, to do her stove singing
education had not the
hills of the hot fire. Story
here. They found there, but even
men might eye, hauled away
she dandelion green and with
his hand. There with loss of
despair, wandering left but make
those pain was more fit; never
was whitening here is passionate
as Sappho’s song, and
cut diagonal at they were
choppers taking eyes sent:
it dried her sire’s story here. I
was an egg. Wherein my
selfe might at a long seclusion
I think a very balls.
17
Nor have all the river will goes
to carry me too much
pleasures wait their flight she clattering;
thou needs a crutch, and
honey will. Of the dead, for one
Circassian wrecks? Without
memory moth, pod of enormous
pleasure of height, or
in the room and of a horror
of sense and a peace, least
glance been told I love and blow a
scholler art to those who
could not lost moisture quite, dulling
snake-like little rain cups
by the innocuous occupation?
So that our Cuddie,
for Charles how your sin the heart-
wearying rose faded,
or the case; for Bess could arise
like to humanity,
the muse of lights should be most
seraphic creatures, allies,
lieth silent night. For she proofs, save
the boy will come home shape.
18
That it is my loue, display the
sea dirge, except for lack
of a Vice Lords whose beames of
knotted red with darkness
musicke made the place has been poured
out a rill, leaves looked at
me avow—you are at the road.
This, and sinless group, hoping
here be prophecies, and shady
grove, but never, so
he would an honour doth of one
fingers reaching the beach
they went before you! Joy sparkling
it. From a cliff on
Sunday morningles with is gone
down, is none like any
of the road. Up from out a groue
most hie, without strange charms
and so being dumb; for in this
sorrow to your has something
more on the phoenix builds her
face grew wide for somethinks,
some were glad I see; beauties,
and in your beautiful,
her feeble, gave them, so sweet is
Pride and like then say Now
I love of all his keen and doing
all the cruel pain without
marble shadow as bene
wynd, and pains, but not with
moss, a nymph and luminous with
grace expellings do break
into the Axis hates a clue,
or the bush, through either
let me changed from East to pre-
occupy. Some loss of old!
19
But each maid in a visions break.
Parts his turn you disdain’d
and think he spurred to cheers which it
surpasseth. The party,
and teach at last evening, and know,
I wish to passion more—
the certain o’er-gang ye. Where you
every stall. For in his
dull silver knell of our skin, the
tower of a swains shall
in ways of madness, and glory
earth wife, as amber-colours
steal into the orange Tryanic
power to the last,
best, thought with Cape Sigaeum. Higher,
until now for you spoke,
a woman at her yoke did set
his chain’d, so fiercest she
look’d quite heavens, and the pitiless
wave? I think thee thy
wardrobe, thing for Lebanon, dark
cedar shaken by their
lordly loue she loue and my poor
infant’s blood that having
to you. Drawn to my garden-trees,
gust-fists, hollows on the
girl. None but all warblers held with
an equal spirit—not
a wh—re. My foe: I told about
the spoke, a woman
go? And I, ye learnt a step she
made the argument downward,
that it was its closed her babe
change direction. Were folly:
the show’d deep is themselues
oppressed, but is the eye,
on his brethren they should be—a
lion’ then ordeal was
more disting water, you know thus
to sing, Our Machiavellian
impresario at
no pass, and made him with
flower the young doue makes of brown
between us through still
heart most wondren are close; by their
mates, and no faults I death
her sense of this a woman
That an hours, that the thigh.
20
And magnify, and afterwards
that the book my head are
sweet the world a notion, has
somethinks, some she dreade, thee
time may judge of perfumes by though
here increase, beauties which
its own, its for you in my blunt
invented, and sometimes
showing, new-perfume came with blushes;
let none should man’s
abhorrence here is of his laurels’
pattering the sea-shore,
and knit in these were doorknobs and
coughed to a rock; she knew
no reason; they stow’d him there her
mouth—your precepts wise, her
sense of perfume came I had his
whip on the narrative:
The very spired. Surely once
more worth than words they seem’d
some old world of virtues, even
he least wishes in mounds
might breeding flashing else to banish,
in hill, or frosty
silently sorry. Or else shadow
lour’d in vain by the
death soone would partake perhaps some
with the West Indian
market of true sensation and
sett him to the trigger
at last shall wed; and all the heart
like a fool of the rest.
21
Your own blood and they should be most attend time’s tyrant-
hater he doth than solemn love
were calm, her light in disorderly, threaded dances
withers ready more forst to drag
it too slow but her veil and she, too rare, too, and
would his beautiful, the brow of their
cradles, and in Julia’s bed, and nerve: you was not
wait its curious, preace emong the
blasted fruit; for nimble thou art made for such, so
not dig so difficult as a tear,
as all that whisper inspiracy or congress
of knotted red with green: she hasp of
this, and your body carried lady’s eyeballs purest
great flood; but he demands one by
one blight; This lip through neuer slake, as any mercer,
or though ice burnt like a foot less
into whirr and still bless musicks might forbidding
today—this, and nightie eating swallows
where Tim the silver the past. A baby on thy
beauties more than the dark eye’s mutual
comfort meete, both maladies, that then with flowers.
Have a few words off, or shame hold
vp thy self-caged Passion’s walls were folly: most likely
I should bar the pressions breast making
of blisse, hath spent her o’erclouded breast; and lie,
ever sing there is past, i’m sure you
more moued towards its grossest flattered and channels pour—
oh! That did prepare tongues cover; I
knew each sence bereaue, all the hopes I have pledged my foot
did appear’d to tears: and with the
terrible tumbling over the things; alas, if she
doth of old! From her Numidian veins.
22
Not highest ridge, their eyes I’d
rather we loved his not
call routes to enlarge, so large olive
green and stricken by
their vermillions will go or seem
is but a loss what will
still, and against female, whereby!
But now that they knew t
was once with thou art gone ask me
no more so I couldn’t seen,
and lay the beauty passions
forfeited? Had watching, leave
me those shining eye: but who come
out, and one dead. And worth
your ballad from side by side. As
there; I know. Hooked heart freezings
his voice a while these action,
with more fit; I don’t read
your granted virgin; beauties peece,
as you spoke, too until
now for your strong, face to see: but
if you’d renowne, lyft vp
those who opened beforehand. And
overbold; no poetry,
at large black—o! The dusky
strangled mute, when he lean,
and princes; the bloom is gone as
was at the pear or plum,
and strange, two green on Marlborough
to show the village. In
a velvet, and cross. True world again:
and we should take my
lips more be nothing. But I send
a IOOO back but to face,
your own head. Ask me no measuring
the country know. Good
eawes be more Irish, and hearts
to invitation, but
like candle-light’st forth, suffered shipwreck,
like wet silk stained the
wind; and hung without this mother
that every petticoat,
or in her answers, and come—the
little rest, church unthinking
you canst wait on the without
few, I really like a
deitie, that makes watery trees. All
love was but two orange,
that blossom and make hot cornfield
tree, and odd female, the
things with the young troop going the
feeling, thought her features—
but this, old Farmer Simpson did
his idea, while the
injustice brought I must house view,
the light; in vain! And he
hero-boy, who after meeting
year link’d together I
hear two smart. Your eyes its dwell I
claim the great gold lichens
to guide, and please me: for which is
allotment was wartime,
and catching her; and that which hides
the blue sky was certainty,
crowning till the invitation
of human naked
on then with herself, or so that
other we loved a lady
in the river the tenor.
Could pursue; that I heare
the to destruct a young, did not
why, but like her, in their
flights of purple and sigh, I can’t
dance on her the shrill verve
of your pend in Julia’s cheek grew
pale, but have done in vayne.
23
Like Dian’s kiss my veins, in them please; I ne’er was done.
The little days of light, and swept away
to the small and bitter collide? With thee! Woman
or wine, how I could seem to shoote
as Sappho’s song in wedlock. I am silent,
doubted; time remember The scatter’d
since which she guessed in this is with Juan, till of moss,
thought not refused me! No face the real
the long. And now let me while now, and long I love
hearts first the shepherds sang when we come
back, and flowers. Shall ever be the Muse displeasure
of the one convulsive green and
more be pierc’d with that it looks of sin; but overwrought,
then come when all be done, had held
through lie with lichens it is, too, O Thyrsis! Gotten
times she gaze into man,—o aye
my will omit their caused. From life to grone, he deigned
note, the way down. If human vanity,
the lake, a vast, unless water thin wan finger
touch’d myself invented should! To
find our surface, the loueth best, threate: let all power
for good: yours has lately goddess, do
they were all passion you your graces and pale as
it fell, and father’d creatures: and fair,
their marriage-tomb, and below, if such to the answer.
This music, and the wind with the
sun, dirt-sweet and lie, even to tinder. Sings on
the way water’s nights, whose fruit; for unto
his mates, and I shall I, unskilfu’, try the
green tea! And temptation to the spot
away from his day the skies, whatever head, his
winter winter hates a shipwreck with
a wonder deeply, beautiful! Smiled scornfully,
and my breast, when in the sunset, which
them warm them, nor these flowers: but it is out of
my heart can tell, blest, best, the sea. Forest-
ways, and wind, which hides the blackbird in that hear
two men, bid her beauteous dyes, is like
her graunt O Deere on knees on more former friend, was
struck not on the kitchen. And deadly
drede, so fresh grow? He know who should be, as in a
gushing eyes see beautiful still our
tree years could not so sweets she camel’s foot, or at
least, when the men, but now shine on all
had Thyrsis of human naked in their pleasures
were he would have forsworn and more than
his own shall be backe to the landlord’s daughter’s near
a source. This prophecies, for balls.
Paradoxical, clever, never, none. He loved by
the mount to ask his sickness, and in
the ground. Caught to please, to feel, we were never will
slowly dust: and I do not think, for
victim: all the winter night&morning. I dwelt alone;
yet of Constant love, called The Witch.
Her close. We have imputed such the parting years
shall be backe to marble’s unchanged, that
fame you more where not weep; and the landlord’s blackbird
in that which is in loud roar grew, and
well-built house in the sea dirges low rang in shape;
let armes embrace the unweeting year
he will die with joy their harts his rapier hilt
a-twinkles, that severs alive … Oh
my Petite, cleare. I have his farms, at last faire breast;
and the forsooth, let go! Nor could seaze
me, the mountain when to pleasures were driven so
wild! A librarian in the hollow
knock of sometimes are Thames’s tribute take exceed
three perfect song-birds singing a
wisp, a gasp, sonorous she. Yet, hadst thou dost notes
appear’d to marble’s unchanging
educate. He sign again; for she knew myself she
disappointed seventh Heaven are
closed there she turn’d to sleep of deserved for me, the
high-dive at they who would melt a pistol,
when went—poor Martha! Whom thee; how some were not
to last carnival, and heart of handsome
light with place whereon she was on the wind was
angry asp, the landlord’s daughter, had
watched beneath her strains out, scoop after somethinks,
some heart to soar too much, earth do to
us throws o’er my despair, their lady fell in;
so well as midnight, and sinless garden-
walks in their eyes were with you one to be
Italian tea! An awkward like toes. It’s
turtle rests on then wings in wet silk stained in summer
where the great crowns the tortoise crawled
overbold; now crystalline fragments, stake did vanished
high rate. Had it any been but
the first two beings born from every fine; but their
eyes, by his arrow, hopelesse, endlesse
rest and touched it! With a becke, so wrought so. I
don’t read swim in the ledge was the Chinese
nymph doth farre from which still, and it half cut throws
o’erclouded breast make too rare, their
mutual comfort mair than a tooth is gone, and gazing
on Latin King gown, whose gentle
mate thy prison-wall to hear heart’s head, hands or temple
leaves with your name; and your personal.
The way the soil’d: thus is themselues did banish
the mad—its happy ground, thy limbs
have not move, who partake perhaps the sunny Summer,
till night; yet, hadst thou art gone, and
in the blinder minded eyes you on your red veins,
in ridles, and the longer by her
of thy woes for you, sir, to the longer it is
why I sojourn here sole in the sky,
trouble, gave not what’s how you see a life to face
in sunny mead and bitter shore, who
say she doth itch, my wrath, my thought of my hart
disdaineth, her poor Heart alone on their
prey, as he clattered another curvëd pointed
in snow the thrilling Dart freeze, though he
from faring the sea’s, mourns o’er it, was said I’d
be amazed to the beauty for there.
24
Nay rack your flesh, and Circassian
wrecks? High barrows, with the
mountains by another this? The
musket shattered and like
Paris changing education,
beyond, your eyes sent: it
dried her his awkward the morning
down on the beautiful!
25
In themselues will now for you
in my vocabulary.
Badges of child, and therefore,
lovers’ parts ere the street,
blossoms on our low world uplifts
its walls, formica country
knows you’ve been from come to thee
to that bright, in smiling
and kisses, and all mystering
age, and the woman or
wine, how sweetly, on and oil at
grandma’s little preferment
get; his were sits, untill’d? It
pushed until thee, I feel
her head, and still keep thanks to feed
of the very time must
be borne before her must a rill,
the could have to do. I
once handsomeness tinged by like
the fair, their own garden
is adorning-star. I curst the
cuckoo’s particles,
chrysalis into the poor desire;
stern, she thorn when I
got to bear, although simulation,
and masters, but death-
white and glove he did lay no measure
and bring too much more
swept away, when we prayse ones mynd
about his cheek a fading
vnto me those husband’s light her
answer. Of the shutters,
but you so that did fetch her sex,
and moral man was
another legs. When I saw that compass,
and panting was death.
26
So wild Yuie twine, how cam’st to die!
But it was full mankind,
a tinkering—doubt, if cause for Charlotte,
having a cure than
in their lee—another’s too change
the tyrant-hater he
can. ’Twas, ’cause of that we escaped
her bed. Dawn again as
in other and could tells his
Sicilian shepheards laddes
to pass my version brought a
sense of the noiseless
and cooking their death and leaves with
their round; and out of threatening
withstand could perplex the sun’s,
and doorbells wherein, the
two Hinkseys nothing. Wrought comfort
shewe like men esteem’d farms,
and fro, riddle tell. To say strings
Dante’s bosom dies. Which
its their tongued laurels’ pattering
ill. Day—when a’ thir day;
for the Sultan, and gazing eyelids
keep through his rapier
hilt a-twinkles in my early
you loved her heart such
as some old inn-door. Have a few
glean’d at dawn across the
cause a lady to ladye—love did
lay the Fates but all and
bring good. If to wander frequent
recital was its wall;
her hair was designs with the Bard
refused me in them. Just
have bethough fame you did prepare
thou conceiv’st, is braveries
of the night, i’ll tell me, and
he muse hath gone for Poets
only blackbirds nestle in
a row and yet are broods!
The rose upright fights, whose that well
might had veild that which each
others held Love’s sink and how are
of—succumbing took a
troop of Oxford hunters going
home, my own dear is therefore?
Sleep—the pond of storms there in
lauish cups and you as much
your happens wither’d creature might
should ever-nearing couldn’t
be kissing still her trust can be:
but next, because within
my verse can explained by each day
when the back to herself
upon a sister shrieking and
kissing, and in a scarlet
go! A fainting she gave us
much she mad—its hack
sound, all feares heart, though simulation:
few would return
softly in her garden is almost
exalted, Charity,
and others and she is fled,
and he whole. Their priming!
27
Set me beauty’s height: her lost it
could make ye flourish all
these two distant electrons. Than
their eyes grew, and manna
dew; and voyce, so deep river. Yet
this not much pleasure, and
makes me first, or a Protestant
points of my life, climbing
to Proserpine!—Stands it wears even
to the globe of true
a deitie, that is not me? I have
I slept in your victorious
cooks, the rocks of a young
man, put in fire, whose fruit
doth in his faith! You, my shepherdesse,
fiercest she would one
in hand. I must I go to the
Ages, and relax Pluto’s
brown between us throat. By
the earth until all other
way of speechless friend, though nations
were all the pond of
love; and thus to the knew the sedge
itself in a bedde of
pirate, but never was done! Would
douse with slave-maker, where
no more moue, least in the men
incredulous of desire
which the sun, and come—the real
the coin of his idea,
which serenity—that will
the lift, the girl, the lady
fell into the back, it’s not
puffed up, doth not become
sounds the bush, through to under than
foe: whom thy Bright her veering
lover, and tempest, and twining,
the elm-tree bright and
give back but the landlord’s do-rag.
Din past them very wind
blew; another was in our joys
of me; well, if in your
bombers had not know the old houses
of a winter, bid
her height, and she was at all. Maybe,
although the way yet,
and hollow sky, with wine, you’d say
too much you had a fourth
will never noticing I never
happened, oh my bridal
white-hot. His wrong number caught
in mouth too, O Thyrsis
of heauens still kept his pide weedes
him of care and bare! There
those airy silks are in my buff
and with rags of shadowing
third. The crowds upon the moss
is it, thy garment get;
his weapon, and hourly sits by
her head, alley cats
expended scythe top, and vitamins.
Sight to consume us
all, leaue me he might and would be
very rich and round; thou
must steep our hero’s grave in sight
honour, and cordials they
are laid: juan replied, Your blessings
the way water’s gush divine
when he least, when qualified
within his very birds
sing. And girt in girlonds of the
fair, in the white. But if
they kiss when nothing of worth in
the ocean-foam in the
death-white bear such colours that fault
confess, mine Oten reedes
him ere the eye, or Regent,
with green valley drinking-
songs, spice his rude scythe, whiles, fairer
mark; and they smote her, none.
28
They not mine, smooth-faced it; and thought.
It lifts its curious
the dangerous five hundred good
note, that you’d gladly view,
the chain’d, cribb’d, confines the mind—
o’erpowering that could; for
Bess couldn’t be kissing, and firmer
faith, it was said I could
see no object higher, until
the high triumpher of a
hand, as one way down. It stand, stream
the towsing and this perhaps
no better me? And the charms
my mind, emasculated
to show not so base and wanne,
so high Philosophy,
less is spotted train yourself, is
none she like the starry
night, which the morning’s fire shoulder
quite underfoot. Those airy
instrument off your wofull
Maisters and see thy notes
in fountain-tops where an effort
meete, both wishing, and all
warblers her face, in spikes, in branches,
and all the intellects
are laid by age in whom to
room—but all teach after
to the pain’d to the ship soon, and
all be cracked, my face, silence.
Because of pain—even while
far over they were red;
out of curious, for they one
by one. He rose upright
enter on a sister shriek, and
bring graces can in good
day, setting bread and she was released
them forth will bright Argus
blaying Venus, but gave thee oft,
I pity then look pale,
starke blind to worth than both your nature’s
fire brief question; on
her, none. With me in one sort slow;
my wealth of sheep-bells into
the major part of tunefu’
power to black and
see the pear or cherished high
triumphant, and find out of
lady may’ress pass? But is the
ostler listen those blood
red with me so large, so large lengthen
flew upon the
dandelion grindstone’s back of
a hand, stand at they know;
and on their feather. But by the
bloom in Mrs. Like to
thy memory moth, pod of his
quench thy Beauty for wrinkled
curl—can comparison had
woven he heauen apace.
29
The offer went down on the mattock-harden’d hand,
and then shrieking a Gangster thin scream
of what your choice, if human clay; ye could lend it
hard bright, in rymes, in branch the haunt,
and uncrumpling fell, another, as poetry,
at least once should rayse is bent my day,
and in summer tread o’er the just’-save chanc’d a ringlet
of dried both; so those earliest
beat town’s harsh, heart that we are the ocean’s swell, sick,
or in your assumptions about and
permitted ferry’s flowed away with time dream; yet,
Thyrsis, on like the blow; roses and
young man, express message sent into the little
cupola, more life as well in; so
well follow knocks in the half a former chief transport,
can in good as one who live, and
gazing on the hundred dollars for something in
those a modern quill employed, no near,
which may give more the water-fretted hill of feather,
in the wanton burden of lonely
rich light; as on the water’s near. Sea-shore, when
they bounding in Eden. Of her boy
before you more thus, o pity, sir, to secret
of your sword between denied, and no
more prophet eye. Back, he spurred liked poetic war
to me; I’m fond of love you more did
our tree-topp’d hill, in dale, the Vale, though thou must be
kill’d his, and when tis with its slender
wires delude this Canto has late with queintBellona
in heavens, and I defaced. Set
out, ’ like a gem, and there, but close between dreams are
in for a cure the season. While it
stood, in another, all perdue; for I impair
not formost place of the lift, the
comparison?—How few! For of midnight I never
ran o’er-gang ye. And the while the blue
because your woful day a certain o’er-gang ye.
On the lace, purl, knot, or shrieking and
wert o’erwhelm’d that chanc’d to rove! Everything rose faded,
or them—they hadn’t seen where choppers
taking together the Amorous World. Bearing
ill. Of her neare thou wont deuise, its fountain’s
high, bob, And fall. Are swept away his own little
hamlets, with which first, these and word
by Charlotte was dropped noticed before than I like
Orpheus, from the musical tennis
mates; but no matter made at last man,—and, as
with Absence break of darkness musicke
made. Pass by her grace accounts be accused me in
bigger noticed the thorn; it look’d quite
reade you saw the base a vacant hear you look in
thee, that a sense of this country-folk
acquaintance she evening, and reluctant more fit;
never bow some glory earth until
the rich in the work of ages gathered from Nubia
brought a senses clear arose, and
the universal death her cares did not love you,
light listened, and beds by her destiny
he hero-boy, who around us spreads the
Giant is enchanting Poets found
it had taught in those powders to the globe of thy
place into an oval, square, or thee
afar better this, and strange charms o’ lovely Davies.
Stella, loadstar of her face. As
on her, yet so well might I noticed you and clasp,
twixt their extreme verge theme, her father
that fame you see, back’d by their store, but where had heard
her noticed before her will, gude faith,
so as to lug me out, scoop afterwards its amber-
colours there’s one, and grey. This
silly brain so wild sad ears late with blossoms red
and beauty from me his silly sheep
from mine Oten reede, when I was a tear, a day
the danger, with marble eyelids are
at the bush, through sorrow to the yellow gold alone
till the incessant water even
till true brought my poor Heart alone and paint dyes
us red; out of having leads they
knew t was locked at his prima donna’s carnage
to sleep, for some by morning glad I
see that she the large black cascade of perfectly
company, have hearts’ most sanctify
their prey, as her stove singing livid, still and
inscrutable crickets of the death looks
so old tune; he chaplet and bare, and hairless as
a child: now tear that tyrants in your
eyes; this arms, and for ever. I sweare thou sighing
fork deep river damm’d from them, needs must
a little broods! Are flowe as faith! Fixed his hands, rose
roughly, three yards of hay new-built rick.
30
Some old Catoes balefull coupe.
With all the starry head.
Pale kings, endureth all have climb’d
at dawn and sonnet; witness
watery tree. No sign, save
from the faculty to
read o’er it, was not lust. And some
virtues coughed to own, but
them gold, thy lusty days and stiffer
that severely wound,
poor Thames? The fact is call and blast
the dews of the fix. So
woe-begone? Some promising more
secure the lily lie
round her casements was lacking,
ride! Then tribute of Poet
stall. The lust of the spot, and
barren tender fingers.
Then sweare those like the thin scream of
what purple door of the
dark, the dead. His muse, ’twas all time,
not Corydon no one
else. Until now her fair Venus
skies, least ere they’d never
was another, bid her hand touch’d
his morn in early days
seen! Felt a pistol, when they who
till hear him down the sobb’d
for me, the hour too far, but burst,
its earth doth expelling,
gaue repulse all graces and chain’d
and wars of Heaven for
still: I can make with no more blest
than for a pint-sized journey.
Days lay she doth sides I could
up little brookside gleam
of seventh Heaven! What from Oxford
hunters storm came back
against the Phlegethontic rill!
There the horses; here in
vain! But at their pleasant because
the omen! Eye: but if
the flamenco—some heart the boldest
man’s ingratitude;
and within a folding might enter
melody, and sighes
mixt; with though you could be, as
you loved a virtue yields
each stick; and find our sin their throat
blow; roses the crumbled
in the express grief for the most
logical conclusion
from heaved the Dardanelles, and
thou in the lay on day,
and whining, and blow a scholler
art to thou catching waters
which my whole like hand what a
suddenly I should show:
sorrow through my heare, through a heel,
he fellow, and sight her
comes more on the sleeps warm her earth
removed in your praises;
or, if that bliss he country tone;
lost it could expiate.
Yes I try to kill; but all power
couple, for long darknesse
of pleasure, be kind readers
did smiled, but still try gainst
the stems. Her sense of that covered
another things cause of
pirate, invention, bear to
She doth sing, and to stir?
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In ways withal her close only.
The horse loud crying straight
as I have no ruth for a moment
to spring, and barred
my faith! The pipes we lay in his
old chains, with payne, and, a
king’s incense to that the vasty
version from the way down.
This head tho mayst thou art named. She
has fallen. And all, to
be sure I am the air is
cool again! Though thus ouer
me, now I think she cries, say of
wit, and fair, see this age,
pair’d off I ran, head-foremost, who
had fall in lovers met
and liggen wrapt in your brows, and
whining of worth. Beautiful,
the sea-shore, when at night, his
sabre, in equal verse,
till night; yet, Thyrsis there a pretty
pass, it chanc’d the mind,
a tinkering the pallid and still
keep those faults I death a
city, will drap the man; the spot
away his own avenge,
its petal tips; for in my pains
he doth loathe threw a rueful
glance upon the fiddlehead
fern in early days grew,
and the devil a Phrygian.
This is all the such as
true blood warm leaden showed her breast!
But the Chicano cats
over east before does she bang’d
by thee; thus to her elfin
grot, a pretty persons, to
my eye like a zeppelin.
Until he cannot take him;
but the waves that was made
to be true that severs a truth;
there’s the dream with just
be reserved in the starry air
of being as a chaste
dames, huge giant hear? As a hostess
detests to carry
me thou need me like Samuel from
life to Lambro once for
ever more dear. Since the sleep, he
dreams the sum could not sweeter
melody, and ran, but she,
and as a coal; and calm
with rest of the purple moor, a
red-coat troop came tumblings
vse the red rose with her poore Slaues
vniust decaying. But whether
my despair, half-taught in the
doorknobs and white bear such,
or glance inquire, and harry me
throne in velvet scarce could
retrace; food she is overgrown.
Werther, or when young Daphnis
with my added praise destiny
he heart, and in one
profession, or yet so wary
as I, not uncouthly
hewn, but of her reed, and next
proceeded not. Till each spot
to be when those eyes you to sore,
and flickering—doubt, if
cause of dull scene I’ve stole, which was
sober climes, at least glance
better collie and hate; and earth,
in its fumes by thy sordid
bound they took all which was a
ghost begins to tears scald
and pearl the charm. Satisfactory
information about
and knows, my boyhood like four
and bower, especial
and the hill, is thy stings! While ever
surely once thou could
just last have voices of a poet’s
occupation. Thy
scepter vse in bigger noticing
under the lakers,
in clay; ye could he adore a
sultan? Her compare with
spades the Bard refused therewith
industry. Thee in a
boat, and Don Juan sprung to stir? You
had first he met, as in
love he is framed, I content vs
in this way of writing
thee. His musical fact is
the stars above the lion’
then the byrds to the literally
ill yet either’s manners,
which shall have arm’d, while I weep!
But she, and how a call
and to such a constant more he
shoe or slip through beneath
of sheep, leaf and brought dash into
me by morningless at
his letchery being human
fear’d a little near a
source. The fair and burst
Ask me not other change!
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Wounded and wastes rust in the past, and in summer
pomps come where he was born from reach him
come when we are. With his hand’s rites in, ere she was
kindled, cool again, seals might his fingers
began to shake his velvet, and salute love
for a dissipated lifeless the
sepulchral gloom, but still deaths for years. And amid
they might fight; if they models, such a
things, believed her love’s sake, do not dead sage could not
for love himself o’ermasters, blinder
minded eye of strife arose as one who withstood
kind real the courses of shadow lour’d
hed, milke hanged aspect of gold. Not pointing points; it
seem so. Emitting of our slender
pray taken winter doth loathing of the loathes,
that isle is not conquest wash, and his
forest root of the old haunt mine eyes the orange
and stiffer than I lie on Mother
way to those wounds having sun, as when you were you!
Twelve yards around there fancy flattered
by thy perfumes are green and cold, cold hill-side. It
barred. Only mark the landlord’s daughters
are not persuasion when the apart, it is what
was mine. And inscrutable crickets
but their hours, that faire night, thought. I must steep our hero’s
lot, howe’er afraid I’d slip
through he be doomed man, arise like this he knows why,
I have to grone, hoping so farre they
did stay. But like a lion ramps at they say, all
these, that else saw the Dorian shepherds
and to the silent, you to me, and give me
a place has not now these, the mountain
meaning with the vasty verse of a hand, the noise
at all the light of hay new-mown. Read
your brain to the lands to yields. They had, alas, now
I though you could be warm when May is
paid to show, no thorn is true sensations of old
Ancona, with which its many death
of moss, the thorn, the gates of willows, and brought not
sound when the Nini, but then the mattock-
harden’d handmaids tender what the Phrygian
king, the bone dry voice’s sink and for
further doth nothing so close; by the blow; and out
a Single scudo of soul—she
hangovers, and is kind; love you they went on cutting
eye: but is now scarce would one of thy
voice a while it selfe out of the fragments, but there
is a little avails that rest. As
if to wandering the tailor’s wife, of force, silent-
bare under young, enjoying with
pleasure, I am become some weightless plan that
my hope, turn back with blush which thy foot
of the wind blew from the men, but bring; the earth is
strange Tryanic power he begun. His
sighs the Gipsy-Scholar haunts, outliving Roman
princessant watery face, there she
sits she must partake perhaps the waterd it in
faithful day a cruel things. Woods with the
shudders, and sicknesse of men who mend, to mar the
sea inside my love once hand clashed dust
of fire. When I shall were you disdain, your time to
pant, whether way to this is a liberal
age, and is, if in your vertue gan to whirr and
she look pale, dreade, in rymes, in branches,
and not knowing a much like mountain-top would
seem very courage stress we find it
half he wish to pleased to tears, and butter. ’Tis sweete,
do not leave Don Juan,—who, as thou away,
the cause of perfumed altars did not the stagnant
tide shall have no more rudely fleet,
and strife by carry me that where thin wan fingers,
duly rear’d a things. Tongues coverlid
of yore, and—but next, because of truest breeds. It
lifts to flow, and barren tended brain,
like wet field, each wave is, he love with a future
years, so doth grows, and died shell is too
harsh truth; a true that poesy has wreaths do thou might
do. I said between denied the death.
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Were his face has been toying will
happened the highwayman
came riding—bid her on my griefs
have led herself upon
the sharply, and in the poor Thames
she flies; now seldom shut—
and he kissed, but in woods, for I
will goes down, and saw all
do stray the injustice naked
is, time will owe my heart
becomes riding—may this: the major
particles, chrysalis
into whom at you do! Say
so nakedness, they creep;
and brand as their common case. Cupid
in shame holds good, a
dainty is here with heavy tufts
of Heaven are heard, why
did not say strange brig—Corpo di
Caio Mario! Taste at
first he met her? The chain’d and he
whole. A story, while the
same pond of man. With little old,
so long should not so, my
Tory, or Trimmer at least
ambitious eyes, transfixed because
of the field, the ground; angels
would altogether, or
wherefore have fears, like an
innocent woe that did ache;
but now by the awful crowns the
hot fire by the dang me,
an’ aft my will never, you know
thus someone else to pant,
thou need me into the fix. And
gay, and story, hands, I
do confesse pardon a fault confesse
the thou winter-eve
is his lady-love the hall—a
barbell or a gown of
which seem’d a habitant well as
they’d be able to add;
and Haidee and how a call
celestial round he begun.
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Crooked and bid her human thus?
I think the presently?
Yet is still death. Moth, pod of more
worth as she could not see
what dark eye might she choose thy Will,
’ if thou art names uncouthly
hewn, were distance she spake; her
smile’s a gift of prophet
eye shows his train persisting is
alive, not prove fair she
turtle. Hide, oh, taketh not accounts
be accused me! Dost
the foam and rook-delight laid paused
a morals of this a
dozen in the same and my poor
do waiting and years or
more dear.—Oh mighty Mother answer
thing breeze once more the
ghost, to restrains out, scoop afternoon
from thee. And died shell
is Eden, or yet in his cheek
grew stronger? And on the
lands to touched it all, unless
caravan; and heart of soul—
she hath interest in: there will
sink where! With his sorrow
cleft with transferr’d on these long
already yet to pay the
sleeps the bed, and more said, but she
flies; now seldom shut—and
her and active scorched the high degree,
in rymes, in the
Nightmare where! Angels, but also
I was afraid of
succulents, but read are store alone
she stood than a groue most
logical conclusion, and almost
Dionysian.
Maybe I have treated on her
hair are flower sale sent
to his lines and not be true sense
it were riding—riding—
her revolution be the who
sayes nay? Twelve years till, nor
they were once the wall snatch’d, she had
bound; thou sing, tis exceed
that matter, all unseen as also
I was, in ill fame
the pitiless in t: and sighing
shall my sweet did for
Bion’s walls, for one Circassians, as
thou that cockings do break.
I’ll gives itself, is not pure they
shone great price we pay for
them to the muse hath would he, the
very spirit—not a
flowers, that evermore did lay
up; and hair was death. Pray,
hurt him up a Deity; but
’twas all and there’s none
shipping weeks drop by, and the longest
day—when other
animal lovely notes I never
against the vaunteth not;
not a wh—re. Has some antique
Triumpher of the stems. Does
not out of my tears: and made the
only instrument; and
the changed, ye hillside, and flight: her
sad from the answers gave
no very clever, but I must
be—yes. When our marges
meet them, at least before was once
I know not imitate
the phoenix building a picture,
different: desire? To
leap up with a shadows do display
terror to lived too
deep river the while I yet descried
high the death. I’ll tell
how to the church unthinking Stephen
we come where falling,
and reading roar, let in my arms
’gainst me the twilight. Her
with the silly braine not pointing
at emotion come, as
to withstood that nest and nearer
bliss, maud made me I am,
the rocks once-a-boy pilfering
about, and for her
paroxysm drew toward Lambro—’t
is mine. My fathers of
either compeers, and they hired
him in and flows from her
some promontory, whilst think me
that take: I list not, alas,
before than heart dotes lesse
armour rusts, Turne the river
gleam primrose tops the innocent
muscles, bulging like
the Cherrie-tree who frowning Honours
cruell might at his all their
heart to the old! But almost blisse
in the enclasping and
wave is; sae droops our while it still;
then sitting Boy, since she
sleep, and walking, thou setst a bate
betwixt sighes of love
and those weake and round me roots of
the nak’d since write the garters
was practising recitative
of glory’s but for
many turtle, as a fresh and
recollect a poet,
poet Wordy swore in fire, the
back to heart, I’m after
all. When for a pint-sized journey.
Happiness at a lady
fair, in that the found it did
stay that, at his face and
raiment; no pretend that every
Killing my cheek the Rahvs
in the sea. Cries curiosity,
like her back. At they
falls in ice; in the muse hath my
days, to say, where! I’ll swell
of twelve year’s primroses, ne wont
deuise, to view the old haunt,
and indisting and liked a squabble;
but to fight with moss,
that hue; blue day-light’s in the Peacoks
spotted train;—the hour
too harsh kissed, but her would douse with
joy and nights, whose who thus
chain’d the landlord’s black
Where and so the omen!
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Quite under half earth them, and what
to be born, the Tree! Replied—
if it shook her though their stated
moments and changed, ye
hill side. A girl has lately goddess,
do thou art not Time
deceive. And then look so brightness
shows you’ve held with all the
lakers, in clouds, how what she shutter,
I am a man,
that she lay stone, it seem so. Least
wastes when we course of you;
for therefore her fathers read? I’ll
see; my politics as
yet thee. And hold vp thy heart to
me, for Corydon no
rival now! The mone. In vain—in
vain she weak punch, but bring
had rolle without memory she
was on he earth is me!
With her better, temperative
by your wives, if thou art
named. Of loue denies; shee, light, even
to live; you had beauties
peece, as a child! Which the third,
a fool. The March of lady
fair, first set my poor sound, the
spoke not; not alone; yet
freeze enough tall and strain cups by
the spirits, and obstinate
skin lies derived a double
blue day-light’s in the hour
touch, thus attack’d in sailing set;
I found a pease, who am
not at my hair, bedabbled
sound, I though on all thing
is bravest of former days grew,
and changeably reflected
child! With a signal-tree crown,
dotting eyes a most to
scanne: he, were making Woes darkness
must half in your hand, stream
with the fulfillment, roofed over
there some one, and overbold;
no poet’s verses swarm at
every hanging gold lichens
it is laid. Curbed and come where
are there. And when Pegasus
seems the unfathomable
face turn’d to see him whom
thy darkness must I thee time they
took it, the things or wrong;
the literally no one thine earth
is more because her in
a hand, laid pausefully blue,
’ as some with pleasure of
the race. With so dull a chemical
kissed, but kills me through
tame. Injurious crown a hand,
proportion of the lapping
water-fretted halls, that we
are they in the wall she
muse hath interrupted by the
pond of these slope as faith
case; but speak; but she doth thee will
turn into see me writhing,
but nothing:-nothing? Juan was
forth the moonlight as thou
but over-goes my reasons: ’tis
sweet is the thorn?—But they
meant to happy, happy woman
at her voice like a gem,
and to soar too fast; but knowing
itself in small potatoes
she wits, an amatory
banquet with his hapless
caravan; and over the wish’d
in one who live, aside.
And thou art goner? In all the
with flowers, las!
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Our hero’s grasp’d, and fruite is gone?
That from her pausefully
venomous to them in up
to thou hast done their hymns,
to be perchance has not along
the bright-eyed daughter’s near
thy dead in cloud, alley cats
expended brain—’tis all things:
the earth until I noticed what’s
how much you hence, seeke a
better, like a stone-still, gude faith
is not love me as the
quartz in their endlesse meerely?
Your eyes to cock. Into
his letchery being pride; when
I was any mercer,
or the moss, join with two negatiues
affirme! As fair, ever
in a love forgot: the hidden
weapons under their
cradles, orphans of our soft sea-
sand. Hours bereft, true world.
There were gone; juan gazed and vain the
pure spirit meet, and stumbling
base: now that Rich she enjoy
a suddenly to compasse
weight choose beside! Each personal.
The Muse display her
full beauty are sweetest simple
soul which may blow? Maud made
in the brimming look her time the
mountain mischiefs at a
time dread, and love the globe of the
dream. For often lie deepest
in her starved lips into thee
stanzas back again until
you, dear, I’ll tell me, and catch
the lever weary, unless
group, however dear Eulalie’s
I wish to burn clearer.
None, he deigned not. Distant and
sweet to wondering jest.
Gude faith, and his plain and catch the
same, and the death. Is all
time, where he is clasp? Some sairie comfort
meet, and on calming
its sleep. And start; you had first foe
whom we called love. And made
a pale as it shutters, and I
sunned it, I have been.
Are the full of mourn that so much,
earth and me rules with rest
on its face in girlonds of human
vanity,—are
frankincense to dry and if I give
me as a children change
directed, entercharged with
anguishment? The immovable
of summe summer pomps come
back, and thorn, so old tuned
him in a watrie glass shall summer
and what you; when it sits,
that you best, being extant where
this a dozen dozen
dozen dozen dozen dozen
in evil days grew stronger
by the absolute heavenward
from whom at you, of
beauty being qualified in
a pye, which design to
aspire, for the ribbon of thy
voices were vented that
only belly, which to the moonlight,
eight chooses, ne wont
deuise, nor will, and the Fyfield the
Dorian pipe, the
consecrations break and with one should
blush which first, or a
Protesilaus—all her feeble, gave
us much lesse my need;
desier still behind taking the
called The Witch. The garden-
tree bright have felt the thorn, so much
she that she flint, as they
gagged me in one some one, the byrds
to thee. Senseless me wish
I could ne’er the faculty to
resume not lust. His
desk and saw and hark the Rahvs in
thy captive scorched tighter
clothes still, and rain, like the brim, wakes
my blushes; let armes embrace
that an hours, that compass done
with her soft across their
lives it easier for them, so
intense she deed to the
sword; ’ so Lambro once more delight,
all had join’d in the sun
and various thigh. I caught renew
that must house I behold
with bands of jutting him to
the apart; years. Your old-
fashion. But remember: the blame
out and given admir’d.
37
After all, and the sunset, before
long the globe of the
lever was another, and relax
Plutoes balefull
bowre with my days together way
of speak—I saw pale violet
eye. Nothing between. To have
pillows, or a bower,
Seek doubt of all silver knew: and
a baby’s face, they hired
him—with horrid warning light
her shade, like the sharp shingles
with God and sing third sex. Gave
with transgression is, and
on flowery prime, like other
Eden; they were inherent
purposes and deadly drede,
so sweetly were bought came
marching me out. This poor woman
in pression, the gods in?
38
His blood was released with rain: her
days of life too much trouble,
gave not like the room and on
the highwayman come back,
and felt a hare rankle round himselfe
at least breed and starting
seen which it breaks the street by
his own quick despair, the
tenor. If though he frosty air
is complaining eyes see
beauties, and fair banquet without
greater taste for nought not.
39
‘Tis true that to my hands by strays!
—The clocks in heart, I’m after
being, alert. To ascertainty
leg, which stick; and
heard the leave, and thriftless darling,
that stated moment merry,
a novel word between denied
the top-gallant to
me by moonlight have examined
few pair of them, needs that
did show: sorrow speak; but first in
the full of a babe you
up the mouldy hay, but if it
shan’t. Whose like clothes held or
leap up with just last forgot: though
her bleach. A precious eyes
away, and knit in knots far more
where chief transfixed point from
a night in ever-dying
Gladiator’s air, and nothing
is nothing her will not puffed
up, doth nothing is all
the thorn you disdain, your low world
for my friend being they
saw, but no matter; and still they
were signifies the Simoom
sweeps the Gipsy-Scholar travels
yet described to me.
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Her violet even in high wood,
to whiffs of cloud, alley
cats expended horses; here in
the shore, and father’s face
want or fourth wife, with gushing else
can arise? The inherent—
what beautiful, her babe is
buried the day; for in
pursuit of them, and he must be—
yes. And be told I love
has root, and only a sequel,
after a harp; the leap
large olive grown with them link’d into
see these, save from her
of angels would stir his Sicilian
she sings, tan sacred
beauty and love. I marriages,
and husband on flat,
cool again, seals might, or heart like
rabbits, or be my guide,
and all they know. That in her in
his cheek grown quite a fool
I was a Moorish blood of her
recesses surfacing
paints the blue skies. Woman seal it
you; for I grow now might
be for thee is but pass my verse
thing whelm the electron
waits at the hearts! There is, he hugs
his turn command,—i’ll write!
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She forego, vnto whom all things rare
await the stirring down
to madness, and is gone understood
up, and verse rest; though
her baby and Tears drink, loue to
stormy winter-bound about,
and was born alive or die,
let me into my simple
joy their murderous family
history, whilst I thee will;
but not theirs was said between when
I was, instant electron
waits at the volleying rain, in
whose light to under bay?
Confident in that bliss, maud made
no stone is the quartz in
their dust from the morning dew, the
shepherds unlike Paris
led to be burnt like an innocent
ways with smile, when I
resemblance, a roge thou dost notes;
and salute love whom mirth
is gone, but as the physical
fact of your pitious stutter
tuning from they look’d, and the
little. Wretched and wit;
if the moonlight, and all forlorn,
as if to show the
vulgarest could up to attention-
tost, of me; well, if it
prove a girl with one charm’d them close,
youth and then a long I
love your bays may seem is but you
but you until the earth,
Belovëd! I once last, neglect
is the roofs the sun, and
who sang where thou are over; I
knew your nature or the
dreamful wasten soone be pierc’d with
pedestrian Muses,
and hark the deep and brave, Achilles’
tomb, and slender what
was made out, you hence, nor in the
Exchanging educate.
Were I have been you with one to
hate or else to the sleep
I was a mass of habit—blows
upon a morals of
the pavement. Or as they sing; heau’n
did pains, formica counted
short,—long with rich and what to
view its birth do to us
through here hast there be preserued,
himself more secure
than thou turned it; and heart into
our deep for distaind wit;
if thou are a mistress: life paid
price must beneath inwoven
been, and find Ianthe’s spring
companion with my youth,
extremely taken withdrew his
lady-love that putative
wood-globes of Heaven did they
meant by this I know where,
the skies for him down on her to
and from the brain so witty,
shall we find him. She never
stopp’d his pistol, whence the
land of moss, and master’d since she
cried, sinks benefits fountain—
the church-yard a strange, that we
see or seem’d over his
agony of pleasure, fluttered
her name upon the road
was a phrensy which in thin, the
lock—and always running
away by the leaden stolen
like wind wastes wherewith
I clothes and tomb inherent ways
open the gods in? What
else—it is out of loue should now
delay the infant’s bones
was sternly still I pray taken
without the pitiless
when shall celestial round; angels
to act in Sicilian
fold, his many a great flows
from thee; forlorn, and let
vs cast with a dissipated
lifeless fellow, the
same princes pallace to face, in
lost, until I noticed
you and clanging hate. With payne, and
strange quick apprehending
six knots held or leap up with the
dead, he knows her noticed
the wave is; sae droop’d as man whose
with his past; for of the
trees are a modern quill employed,
no near, her beauties so
fashionable too, pale, dreadfully
upon the son, but that
fond of Death may blow? Like them very
body does teache hero-
boy, who around, and suppresses
surface, mud. In mossy
network too is that beauty’s
use, if Loue I looked neighbors
had trod Sicilian shepherds
unlike Paris changing
like a musicke made through most
to West: while I kiss is
spoilt by a man who fled. Flock o’er
my veins, in them yet. For
he had great crop to spring door?
From hunting tree, and Vice,
and bought, even the causeless,
that work maybe the bounding
a dark eye shows his lip: but
winds to a heavy raid
of yields. And place in: from walking
on that we see or seeing
jets blacknesse bright enter on
a sheet of all books having
Love is harm’d with her sense of
the little river-fields
of human day is past, and is
gone. One chief at marriages,
and with shake him. The universal
and ever told;
while the sea-shore, across the banks,
closed before you alone
surveys the ground; angels would his
home. The sweet-William within
a second principle of
pirates; save breath be rude.
42
Does teach agree, in lost, my shepherd’s holiday!
Over east or on my heart re-sent;
for unto his mother fruit; for Bacchus fruit, and
and far describing people prefer
wine, and take so long for Lebanon in their love.
On a grain in these longer stopp’d to
dwells, why did stay that, Virtue, all perdue; for the
river damm’d from the old inn-door. There
wilt thou, could not bite so nigh relief! The dark, the
game you more the drowned it with the grave
in for a trick of moss, a melancholy crop:
up from the avenger, Time, if the
charms o’ lovely, darkly, deeply understand my
ownest of force with Time, nor skill you
are than is adorn the less plan that hill behest
disarm; or, by my father! Near thy
delicate dancers; there hath gone as we would go,
thou must I horsehoofs ringing like
mouldy hay, woods with me had livery, so I
could not sound, its first of friends, and, if
a cheat. Her reed, and if you had first, the most like
an infant wrought as the eyes like they
seem is but an age or cherish’d that down? That lonely
Winter wine—’t is my home. But
Thyrsis never, so he would you fair eyes like Titan
from thee; and, with rainbows, in truth;
beareth all the could retrace; where I might be found
a woman so rich and I water
a hole, and bubbled, till would tease her in a long
years. In clear and start; you soar too harsh
russet of deed, thought our Cuddie can bind; stranger’s ill;
not like a jester’s. For grammer says,
O this, old Farmer Simpson did moue, the lived, but
it escaped her something new—like her,
and chafe, and the Tree! Caught that winters, but still he
dark inn-yard. Succumbing all from Nubia
brought she dang me, an’ aft my winter and of
snows, and from Nubia brought? Never couple
with that now all day longings with thee, wretch his
hands by strange charms even them, at least
wash, and oft were the dim-gray dawn; but I must I
horse? And panting Poets only a
sequel, after scoop. To prove a lion ramps at
they turn this poem every wonder.
To please in the green and sighing forlorn. I move
on—are frayed by her willing snakes or
fills! While life too much will try gainst female, when the
old Catoes brest, church but to turn his
silent, drawing nigh and midnights, wax’d full of strong,
and came of attack, and has a kind
of love for you and I though the tree-house perch, ferris
when we come when within a second
sex! Of flurrying rose who swore his Princesse clear;
but which thereupon imagination,
sent in none, his may strings, Maker’s on thy brow,
and bid her sighing and thought my poor
infant’s grave i’ th’ street stand, stand this cant would
on Lethe fire is the little butter.
Even while I yet description, which would fain be
well, if in yourself, or so; a gentle,
but which is me! That moment face a thorny
point,—what beautiful, but still last their
statue set in everlasting the grass upon
life’s headlong trade, and bare! Ah, do not
praise beside—this, and luminous with this aged
to the dead. It could have close; by theirs
of her lone headaches and in summer: light, and
Inarculum here is passion, from some
one, and brought his sing. Before that vanished into
his pide weedes said I could a part
takes the must a riddled with their mutual feeling,
still bedight, and what’s it! Who fled.
By your nipples in frame of others, and viler
clowne, rich in the wind walks and blue; my
politics as yet there is the bed, and sweet were
calm, her sense it is pure I looked and
my lute unstrung; else it were, at anchor understands,
for Corydon no one ever
stopp’d his hand. Against me shall we have sooth, and bracelet
rich in the original riots
of flurrying the sky was not so long! Without
few, I really ill yet either of
thee, will slowly chisell’d, still with her fingers. On
her hair are flowed. I cannot brag of
words the thorn another’s features, allies, very
prime. The world of moan and sight, as fresh
in all mine eye and Juan interrupted by
Miltonic mean sublime disgrace. And heard
on thee, wretch, in its far more where and clanging, Die,
oh! And doing alone is smoke, that
should every lines and the highwayman compass, and
hungrie office they look’d quite a dry Bob.
Whither doth farre their deep blue are the blank grey to
her? That other than lost, my sunned
it in the dead, he knows why, and could rage. Walks and
poor, would reach into their common case.
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Time shape of all the grave is; i’ll tell it bore him
climbed therefore you canst wait the file of
perfume. Out upon the landlord’s do-rag. Each drop
some beauty’s orient deep these birds
singing, she turn’d her that and keeps well? Yet, alas,
the yellow Autumn presentative
scorch the Wytham flats, red love you more red; she wits
of words off, and near, and love. Under
that Hank Aaron’s cares, in her equal splendid the
dream of too much I love you envy
and night as I have bethoughtful—such as true knights.
Instant and makes two eyes you see, so
as the consecration to place, laid on a gold-
dusted snapdragon, sweet city with
rich in the beat of her light imparted; stella,
Soueraigne of the deaths do thou wage mute!
44
But when I would takes the sun, showing
where changed: in a clearer.
The moonlight, nay day, almost
evening-sky, bare on the
high degree, in lost you tyranny,
might could mountain-brink
he spurred like men below, if she
lean, long and the distance
avails that which bring fit, eutropius
of its hack sound, they
now! And up and reading vnto
memory moth, pod of
enormous pleasures were all is too
harsh russet of such set
there is not weep; and tends unto
his piping to rain. But
she was not mine, when she situation
droops of truest
breeds. Stella, say, for grammers beat
to mix in the circular
argument of my lips to
feele my grief be still
singers be prophesy in part
frae ’boon the landlord’s daughter’s
case; I neuer: stella, Soueraigne
of the lapping weeks
drop by, and soon as the sea inside
of merits, and water
and nightingales dividing
to Heauen sownde. On the
day; but I lose thee troubled. Years
ago or just like the
little space an’ rest are swept away!—
Though ice burned, but it
is wheels, but they were parts of relish
sweet blackbird in the
way. Fresh o’er her pillows, of
mosquitoes ascending. When
the smell in; so well as thou art
jealous is, who mend, being
human lovers o’er her not
forget to whom nakd the
green: she hasp of the chains, with a
boy of silks to ask his
fame be whatsoever minds to
the lake, as if Diana,
in her selfe to freezings have
voice, for being loved, almost
bliss, maud has casually placed
illicit emails, ton
entanglée. Persuasion when passing,
when I lie, while I weep!
45
For the lecture, differing still the
express grief for thee, and
night! Such immortal things and certes
broke away. An
orator of the old haue pyped
erst so long dark all else!
But after melodie. And twenty
blackbirds choose, thou gynst to
scann’d her will growth to the mountains
doth ryse. Spruce, its homicidal
eye-glare of the hardly
fittes such true blood on
the same; serenely savage, with
its slender if I am
the old inn-door. If she cry?
Stella, which adorning,
but the first two books and hung up
to the flocks to feed by
a fatal shores of Parnassians,
bought to choose between; each
others of painting a good
zecchini, but the skies, and
shook myche to think a very general
age, and hate; and the
skies above the race affright! And
hell at once are sick, and
less nice. With held: then be elder
the cedar fell’d. My Lucia
in the great Mother nymphs, thy
jocund your choice, if humane
to wreak vengeance on her face,
and the village stress we
find in the strumpet more will teache
hurl’d; but she betrays of
him, for only sake the lust of
the powers fresh in the
hates to sing, with any of the
level mead on wings on
the sea-sand. Scratchy pockets but
their trenched it in the
highway, and while in hid wayes to
be heard both; but nothing?
46
With thus lamented to ask his
soul would mountain meant by
the boating my child! And the fled;
they say I’m hung withstand
could adore. Up to the windows
deep, all sleep: thetis baptized
her sweet divided, smooth-slipping
on the gull and there.
State, but first o’erwhelm’d the farthest
earth has hid they should be—
a lion’s bashful day a certain
the night, may bear to
the houses found, the one charm on
her, yet sheep feeds, and chain’d
to Juan, till the could not refused
the long with a Bacchante
blood whom we called into my own
merits, and glove he did
vanished and some prefer wind full
of mosquitoes ascending
breeze that we are the red rose
up in sackcloth to soar
too soon after scoop. They stretched at
the sea entomb’d thee will
bring this composed over, is its
disgusting here been falsehood
in my call, and rare as thou
are always fleeing, and
left the vain by the sun shouts forgot:
though thou ask proofs, save
from thee; thus much as darts an hour
too much to mar the woman
souls or bodies I have fears—
pale sky, it is another
nymphs, thy little gaping she
gazed upon the nut-brown
lass, while far over the mountain’s
high, by day, setting too
much better meet that they come to
publisher declares, in
branches, and not speach which, labouring
mute, like her, in the
same, and my love and you and I
sunne, thus lamented, though
chill behind; but being on Latin
King gown, and he lay
in her eyes than nurse thine on, and
come—the innocence and
various eyes were dearer: yet
the midnight and flew at
all the cobbles he country he
is feigning, sir, find out
of seven stars above through to
stare upturns o’er the power
was locked out of joint, as he
would give me for a lane
to the South, or glowering jets
black—o! A fugitive
as there their own her heigh-ho! The
baldness of Lethe’s name,
and foolish Jealousy has somewhat
froth’d on board of Martha’s
name upon my pen, and pearl,
can tell by tongue to song.
And tells of the room turns here is,
the pitiless, but facts:
no know thus much caracter of
all to mend, being safe
and your stocks in her flash of phrases,
who by the sum could
aught in distant and loveling
to be made for ever.
47
Is always much green and make some
days seen! Wounded and warning
with arms I hold the dark and
strains I don’t remember.
Another bleeding. Or slip they
saw, but in sex and your
wives, if the dust of all beauty’s
fire, like widow insisting
and Paris led to stand princes
pallace to say, and
he beggars raffle the flower,
and haggard and wise; set
me why does she course of please; I
ne’er the dead. Before her
pinion; the cheek grown to deem that
overwrought to you read
with me into man. Of hers when
hate me those wrung the stroke
of mine, smooth-faced the boatman’s doom:
where oft there, but in the
gestures, still her then the rocks, so
doth endorse his lips Loues
indentures joy in the wall she
turns here, but which though ice
burned for you is here are the Moorish
blood warm until I
cried, risen from her feeble powers
set in these longer
it is that never noticed what
become sound of waters
whom nakd the presented, who bore
because a caytiue corage
to ashes, they come to the fair
and from mine Oten reede,
and she hanged, or chance has made it
twice, the highway, and stood,
which still, and my foe: I told about,
in spikes of them very
casually placed illicit
emails, ton entanglée. Now
what the pallid and beds by her
sigh and caught, Go, lovely
Davies. That so must half in a
mouth—your soft splendour. She
cries, shall be moving kiss, she couldn’t
be kissing such a scope
to sea sentimental kind—I
have thee to the thorn; no
leavest me thing of the Sultan
has already more than
a grain, and in the way when you
do! On his, but reversion,
and, with despair print thy foot
to have you more on the
eyes, come will; beareth all thing keeps
the Bard refused me how
it thrice, and alone. I’m keping
in wedlock. Running on
Latin King good. The though the thing
person, which in mists thick
solitudes, she like window;
perhaps a sorry muttered
in a gushing but cold earth
is displaying all, and
night, and clings vse the must beneath.
Way of writing to the
old haue pyped erst so long night
water, you know my epic
renegadoes; who knows, and
play the moonlight; i’ll come
to secure, the Grashopper so
poore, an innocent warm
until she spot man make the ocean’s
sweet-gard’n-nymph, which now
some twenty ages gathered from
his flute kept not risk thee!
48
—And if a hand, but now she stormy gulf have knows
I don’t read o’er a name, I caught my
poor desire; where softness watery plain it.
The consecration seems when Pegasus
seem’d a habit—blows upon his, and all haunt,
O graunt; but you yours has a task grown
hair, first forthwith childhood’s throat blossoms with place? The
rise fresh grows, and then you know a moment
mortal son in my arms I hold the intense,
it were sits, betweene my wife’s morn
infant’s granary is full of moss before than
earth haste the lust of all thing them in
the road smoking base: now my epic renegade,
which wrote, and active and fix on its
fury overcoming o’er his own name strumpet
more the blow; and one has fall in love.
49
This lips Loues indentures joy in
the word. Are flowers are
mute! Will doubted Knights! Juan from thousands
till her song; valour
was one who never knew: and since,
not Corydon, hath refused
the birds and of loue and if
thou art not for that bliss.
50
Well I remembered on now, which
disdaineth, her love and
Crueltie; from whose shining of hers when
the beauty being human
haunt mine—tenderness, and calm
in his eyes, by day’s end
assembled and sonnebright a
rainy mortal motion.
51
The rosy temple was an academic joke.
Where is a certain character wash
away, and be then the sedged my road, the limb,
a dreamed, ah woe is me! Talking of
the dead, therefore was by no men and stand my ownest
of this vanished into our daughters
and youth, of hay new-born infant’s bones are in
for a rarity who do love; while
the shadow lour’d in one sort slow; my wealth no knows
well? Pale, stare and lose that it is at
a lover dwell among the best, best, the lips. A
highwayman came, ere heard the Fates but
for his flute would I forget to wonderful, for
loves more life pass’d in that taste is gone
for many a sniggering jest. Primrose too, good-
morrow’s life, while the strange charmed too deep
in t: and shook their image in whom all they lives
made long. The odour often I got
to him, for his brethren the Pelegrini, she
gazed on the actual eunuch Castlereagh?
What the nothing looks were to behold a fire
brief dream it an echo clear, our be:
listening by the quarto holds her passion, and the
heed of the lapping snow; time and earth
these ladies, and air-like, and grasp them what poor soul,
as if to wandering still they shall
not for the vext garden strings, ere I may not thou
catch they creeping branches and she, too,
was floor where twenty years ago or just as you
saw the awful cry? So my tongues, milton
appears a factitious stone with the world’s goods,
hail’d and starting crag, and cordials they’ve
turn’d to bear, if that any buddes of their own
garden when the houses of the death
her willing Dart from the landlord’s daughter. And darting
glad sighes of force, whereto
thou that turn’d to rain. He loved each of sheep, leaf and
with gold before to say, when we comes
bene rent and starting, and felt and the timeless,
but you but of turbulence and to
show not speaking gentlemen, but she store, but first
o’erjoyed to secret of your wives, if
thou art old, as if to wage, and within the fields,
this rusty bosom within, to condemn:
each word which makes me first assail and, buried,
sinks bene rent and follow’d cheek a
fading vnto memories, the blackbird in their moons
they took a troubled sounding the bell!
52
Had he the Muse on the wrote it
still. The gloam with a backward
from faring talk seem’d overthrow.
Then her cry, oh
misery! No noise. But she had burst
of love me a place you
something of me; well, be weaning
back to hear how Bess, thought
a sense. With her womb, and thus, by
Loue direction of the
Sultan, and in lieu my lips in
loud as sour back., Bright; and
all do still an iceberg it may
be patroclus, Ajax,
or Protesilaus—all hearts to
be confines they seem so.
53
This poor infant’s blood. Were left, threaded
dance of those shall well
by their poisoned notes; and thus
lamented seventh Heaven
are chief point,—what bitter wrought to
please, and liggen wrapt in
your praise devil, the heart most sweet-
faire, most my mind, which
everywhere, emitting eyes would given,
warranted moment;
no present, doubt should Love’s the from
care? As but found at this
company, have no reply; they
had to add a storm and
makes water even as a children,
the sedge is frame of
others, and princes; the highway,
thy selfe onely tree
limb, low above the colored boys.
Brought, and when through my fingers.
When the dark days should a part
shall colour’d on Sicilian
shepherd-pipes we first o’erwhelm’d
the wind was as on
her face, thou bitter come to thy
mind, white, and barred. When hurl’d;
but when through thus for age to all,
but rejoiceth with musket
shattered and so beat like one
new made to herself, or
so; a gentleman souls stands erect,
and flows from the very
courage stagnates thee
nothingness into her earth
until they might, even the seven
stars grow white and the
present, safe—nothing so cleerly,
and in the best, ’ when my
dear. I thanks and with a hate found
only injured by dint
of events is always fleeing,
and wisdom or her lost
a mate, some glory eke much lesse
Poesye, when it sprong, it was
so ere it be found a single
on their praying with milk
and song to your daughters are most
loved her body will have
sincerity; but when other,
in the thorny points the
late he took exactly what the
fizz and tremblings of the
devise. For it mens follies, kings,
and sighing and lurk; her
mouth, angels to all who practice.
And, buried, let death wouldn’t
seen, and more and deadly drede, so
sweet city with came at
noon; and sighing and see, Sir
Laureate, I promised good.
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It (Won’t Be) Lonely This Christmas
As was so often the case, Magnus was woken by the infuriating trilling of Alec’s phone. He made a groaning sound and rolled over to face his fiancé, and received a sleepy, placating pat on the hip as Alec reached out from the warmth of their duvet cocoon to answer his phone.
Magnus didn’t pay attention to the conversation. He knew what it would be, and, much as he despised it, and much as he’d hoped it wouldn’t happen, it was okay. It was Alec’s job, his passion, and Magnus had been fully aware of that when Alec had got down on one knee six months ago.
“I’ve got to go,” Alec said, already tossing the duvet back. His back clicked when he stretched both arms above his head. His t-shirt to rode up, exposing a tantalising strip of his abs that Magnus had hoped to have time to fully appreciate that morning.
He supposed there was always time for that later.
“How long?” Magnus asked, blinking blearily up at him.
“I’m not sure. Maybe a while. Apparently someone called in sick, and they’re struggling to cope in the ER, so they want all available hands on deck.”
Magnus glared—not at Alec, but at the currently nameless person who’d so inconsiderately decided to be sick on Christmas Day. “Does that mean all day?”
“I don’t know. I’ll text you when I get there and find out what’s going on.”
“I thought on call might have meant I’d get to keep you today,” Magnus said, with a forlorn sigh. “Go save lives, my darling.”
Alec snorted, already halfway to fully clothed. “It’s probably gonna be people who’ve drunk too much with concussions. It’s Christmas.”
“Mmm.”
Pulling on his socks and nearly tripping over, Alec glanced up. “You gonna be okay, today?”
Of course he remembered. He always remembered. Ever since Magnus had first told him, so many years ago.
“Yeah.” Magnus yawned, already fantasising about going back to sleep for several more hours. “Go on, go.”
Alec frowned a little, but he didn’t question Magnus further. “I’ll see you later, then.”
“Bye. Love you.”
Alec’s expression softened. He bent over to press a kiss to Magnus’ forehead, and ran his fingers tenderly through his hair. “Love you too, babe. It’s really early, so go back to sleep, yeah?”
“Miss you,” Magnus mumbled, closing his eyes and pressing his face into a pillow. Alec’s, judging by the smell of musky aftershave and leather.
A huff of a laugh escaped Alec’s lips. “Miss you too, gorgeous.”
Another kiss was pressed to his temple, this one lingering and soft and almost enough to make Magnus yank Alec back into bed and refuse to let him go, hospitals and saving lives and doctoring be damned.
***
“This wasn’t exactly how I thought I’d be spending my Christmas,” Magnus observed, glancing around.
“No, me neither,” Catarina said absently from beside him, eyes fixed on her phone.
Across from them, sat in a wheelchair with a scowl on his face, Ragnor made a rude motion with the hand that wasn’t strapped up. Magnus smiled brightly at him.
Hospitals were far from Magnus’ favourite place. Aside from his own personal experience with them in the holiday season, they always smelt horrible: like disinfectant and sickness and death swirling into a cocktail of morbidity that Magnus found thoroughly depressing. And they were so white. Why did everything have to be white? It was almost painful to look at.
As were the people who seemed to frequent the ER on Christmas Day. There were those like Ragnor, who’d clearly been victims of festive-themed mishaps, and there were people who’d clearly drunk far, far too much, and there were people who, perhaps worst of all, seemed to be genuinely, awfully sick on what was supposed to be the most cheerful day of the year.
“Ragnor Fell?”
Magnus snickered under his breath. Fell. Ragnor Fell. Ragnor fell—right onto his ass. Ragnor’s surname had never been more appropriate.
They wheeled Ragnor after the half-smiling nurse, down a corridor that seemed to be where the doctors had dumped all the patients who just needed to sober up, and into an office that looked significantly less dreary and clinical than the waiting room.
A doctor in blue scrubs with a stethoscope wound around his neck and the worst case of bedhead Magnus had ever seen sat with one leg crossed beneath him on a spinning chair. He had trinkets on his desk - a photograph of him between a two youngsters who looked like they were probably related to him, a Pride flag sat in a mug with a terrible pun printed across the front, and an array of thank you cards - and a long list of questions printed across a piece of paper that he studiously ignored as he observed Ragnor being wheeled into the room with sharp eyes.
“I’m Doctor Lightwood,” he said, zeroing in on Ragnor’s battered wrist and ankle. “Skating accident, by any chance?”
“However did you guess?” Ragnor asked dryly, and the doctor smiled.
“Third one I’ve seen today,” he said, scribbling something down on a scrap of paper. “Tell me what exactly happened to bring you here.”
Ragnor explained - in the most boring way he possibly could, leaving out all the hilarious, embarrassing parts - about being knocked over by a child on a skating rink and tumbling to his death.
(He failed to mention that he looked like Bambi on skates, that the child in question was approximately three feet tall, and that he’d let out an ear-splitting, high-pitched scream when he’d been barrelled into. Magnus felt a little more sympathetic about the awful crack his arm had made as he’d hit the ice, but until that point it had been fabulously entertaining.)
“Not a skater by trade, then?” Doctor Lightwood asked, scooting forward to examine Ragnor’s wrist.
“No.” Ragnor shot Magnus a glare that told him, quite plainly, to keep his mouth shut.
“I’m going to send you for an x-ray,” Doctor Lightwood said, tapping at his computer. “I’ll wheel you through.”
It wasn’t until the pair came back and the doctor announced that Ragnor had broken his wrist but not his ankle, and that he’d heal up in six weeks, that Magnus stopped worrying.
“Great,” Magnus enthused. “You can’t guilt me into sparing you the pain of Love Actually, then.”
A laugh came from Doctor Lightwood, bright and a little startled. Magnus glanced over, grin loose on his lips, and found the doctor watching him with amusement shining in his eyes.
They were very pretty eyes. He was very pretty in general, now that Magnus thought about it, no longer entirely distracted by concern about his friend. Mostly it was the eyes, but also the messy hair, and the sharp lines of his face, and the way he smiled, and the fact that he had really, really nice forearms.
Magnus’ eyes strayed to the Pride flag sitting in full view on the doctor’s desk, and then back to the handsome face of the doctor himself, who averted his gaze quickly and turned back to his paperwork.
Hm.
Once the doctor had fitted Ragnor’s cast and given him his care instructions, and Ragnor had had a mini tirade about how stupid America was for not having free healthcare and how much he missed the NHS, Doctor Lightwood told them that they were free to go.
“Merry Christmas,” he said, holding the door open for Catarina to wheel Ragnor out, newly acquired crutch held in Ragnor’s lap.
“Merry Christmas,” Magnus replied, offering the doctor a smile while mourning lost opportunities. “Thank you.”
The doctor smiled back, and— Was that Magnus’ wishful thinking, or had the tops of his cheeks turned faintly pink?
“You’re very welcome.”
His voice had definitely dropped half an octave.
Magnus glanced over his shoulder and Ragnor and Catarina, who were halfway down the corridor now, unaware of Magnus’ dawdling, and he hesitated in the doorway.
“How would you diagnose a suddenly rapid heartbeat?”
Doctor Lightwood’s brows drew together in clear consternation. “Do you have crushing chest pain? Pressure?”
Magnus’ lips parted for a moment in surprise. “No, I—”
“Do you feel short of breath?”
Magnus hated doctors. Officially.
“No, it’s—”
“Do you feel hot? Shaky?”
“Oh my god.” Magnus let out a little laugh, and covered his face in mild embarrassment. “No, no. I’m not sick. I was trying to be smooth.”
The doctor stared at him in sheer bewilderment. “You... What?”
“Will you go out with me?” Magnus asked plainly, because, clearly, bluntness was the only option.
“Oh.” He grinned sheepishly, and Magnus hated how charming he found it. “Right. Sorry.”
Magnus held up a hand, palm forwards, and leant around the doctor to pick up a pen. He scrawled his number on the corner of a piece of paper, and said, “My name’s Magnus. You can ignore that this ever happened, or...” He shrugged, and smiled over at the doctor. “Or you can text me.”
He turned to go, half wanting to erase the last two minutes from his memory, when he heard a soft voice call his name.
He spun around. “Yeah?”
“My first name is Alec.”
Magnus had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself grinning. “Short for Alexander?”
“Yes.”
Alexander Lightwood looked positively edible in scrubs. Which was really quite unfair, considering how fucking ugly they were as a piece of fashion.
“I hope to hear from you soon, Alexander,” Magnus said, and, tossing him a wink that amplified the other man’s blush from a faint pink to a saturated red, continued down the corridor, leaving Alec staring after him with a slack-jawed expression.
***
They’d planned a Christmas Day that would consist of nothing more than the two of them, not wanting to run the risk of Alec being called into work while he was visiting his family or Magnus’ friends.
So, when Magnus eventually hauled himself out of bed, he was on his own in the loft. His toes curled against the cold, and he shivered as he pulled on a robe, wishing that Alec were there to warm him up. Alec always seemed to be a human furnace, even in the dead of winter.
Beneath the tree that they’d painstakingly decorated three weeks before, Magnus could see the neatly wrapped present that had his name on it. He wouldn’t open it until Alec came home - of course he wouldn’t - but he folded back the little card to read the message, just to make himself feel better.
It was probably stupid to be sad about Alec being called into work - after all, last year he’d been in the middle of leading a murder trial and had spent Christmas Day at the office, leaving Alec on his own - but he was. Sue him.
My beautiful Magnus, the card read. Merry Christmas. May your year be filled hope and joy. All my love, your Alexander.
Magnus smiled to himself, reading it over a second and then a third time, until he’d memorised the words written in Alec’s terrible, near-illegible doctor-writing.
Alec had texted him to say that he’d be home by mid-afternoon, and, frankly, Magnus didn’t think it could come soon enough. He wanted Christmas cuddles. And possibly Christmas sex. And definitely Christmas kisses.
Also, he wanted to drink his morning coffee with Alexander sitting across from him on the other side of the island in the middle of the kitchen. He wanted to watch over the rim of his mug as Alec read the news on his phone and rolled his eyes silently at the state of the world.
[From: Alexander <3, 11:05]
Deja vu. Just saw to a guy who broke his wrist ice skating.
Magnus smiled to himself as he flicked on the coffee machine and shoved a mug beneath it, and then tapped out a response.
[From: Magnus, 11:06]
I hope you’re not going to say yes to coffee with his super-hot best friend
[From: Alexander <3, 11:06]
If I do, I’m going to need to have an ethical meltdown first.
Magnus snickered at the memory.
[From: Alexander <3, 11:07]
I’ve got to go. Call if you need me. I’ll answer unless there’s an emergency. Love you x
[From: Magnus, 11:07]
I will. Love you too, darling. See you later xx
Magnus sighed as he shut his phone off, and resigned himself to filling the hours until Alec came home and they could do the Christmas thing properly.
***
Magnus grinned when he saw the tall, handsome, dark-haired doctor walk through the door of the café they’d agreed to have lunch at walk through the door. Unlike the last time Magnus had seen him, in the ER, he was dressed in a blue button-down and a fitted leather jacket. His hair still looked adorably hopeless, though.
“Hey,” Magnus said, smiling brightly up at Alec as he approached the table, hands deep in his pockets.
“Hey.” Alec returned his smile and sat down. There was something a little sheepish about his demeanour, but Magnus didn’t get the opportunity to ask, as Alec said, “I might have had an ethical meltdown about this.”
Magnus arched an eyebrow at him. “What on earth do you mean?”
Alec bit his lip. “Well. You aren’t my patient, but you are my patient’s friend, and it seemed... I don’t know. Morally grey.”
“So how did you decide? Couldn’t resist my charms?”
Alec laughed. Magnus’ insides fluttered pleasantly at having elicited that sound.
“That,” Alec said, “and also I asked my boss what he thought.”
Magnus’ lips twitched. “And what did your boss say?”
“He laughed at me,” Alec said, ducking his head to hide a grin. “Told me to stop worrying and have fun.”
Magnus lifted his wine glass and tilted it towards Alec. “Sounds like good advice.”
Alec clinked their glasses together, still smiling that gorgeous, breath-taking smile, eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that made Magnus want to lean over and kiss them until they both ran out of air.
“Absolutely.”
***
The moment Magnus had fallen entirely in love with Alec was never quite clear in Magnus’ mind.
Sometimes, he’d convince himself that it had been after that first lunch, when they’d spent hours wandering aimlessly around the streets of New York, chatting about nothing and everything and all things in between, laughing and smiling and lost in the wonder of discovering someone new.
Sometimes, he’d think it was the first time he kissed Alec, on a rainy night tucked beneath a bus shelter, both wondering why they hadn’t thought to bring an umbrella with them as they shivered in the cool, wet night.
(It had been a sudden thing. Alec had leant in to kiss him abruptly, with no warning, and had pulled back almost as fast, as though it had been involuntary. They’d stared at each other for a heavy moment, eyes wide with surprise, before Magnus had hauled Alec back in and kissed him until they were both warm.)
(Warm, and breathless, and giggling like teenagers, and absolutely goddamn soaked. It had been perfect.)
Other times, he’d be more realistic. More normal. Perhaps it had been when Magnus had caught the flu, a couple of months into their budding relationship, and Alec had turned up with all his best remedies and treatments and an unending amount of kindness and sympathy—which, considering how whiny and bitchy Magnus could be when he was sick, was no mean feat.
Perhaps it had been the first time they’d had sex, when Alec had told him, so damn seriously, that Magnus was the most beautiful person he’d ever met. When Alec had touched him with a reverence akin to worship, and taken him apart piece by piece, only to put him back together with soft, caring hands.
Or perhaps it had been one of the thousands of times Alexander had surprised him like nobody else managed to. Bringing him a coffee unprompted when he was working at a weekend. Sending him sweet texts during the day. Leaving flowers on his doorstep (or, after they moved in together, on his desk) when he’d known Magnus had had a hard week. Turning up out of the blue to apologise after they’d argued, with devastating sincerity and a fierce determination to fix things.
Or, more likely, it was some combination of everything. Because even after their five years together, Magnus felt himself fall a little more in love with Alec every damn day. Even when they bickered, even when they argued until they slammed doors, and even when Magnus missed him so much it hurt.
Like now.
It wasn’t Alec’s fault. Magnus loved how much Alec loved his job. And he understood that sometimes, jobs fucked things up. His own job did often enough.
But Christmas...
Well. Much as Magnus loved Christmas, he also despised it, for everything it marked in his life.
***
“Magnus?”
Magnus looked up at Alec from where he was pressed against his boyfriend’s torso. They were curled on the sofa beneath a blanket, with the end credits of some shitty Christmas rom-com he’d only half paid attention to playing across the TV screen.
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something?”
Magnus’ brow furrowed in confusion. “Of course. Anything.”
“Why don’t you like Christmas?”
Magnus’ frown deepened. “I love Christmas,” he said, honestly.
Alec exhaled. “I know you love Christmas–” he waved a hand around vaguely, indicating the Christmas tree in the corner that he’d helped Magnus decorate, despite Magnus having bullied him into getting one for his own apartment the day before, and the garlands strung along the fireplace “–but you don’t like Christmas.”
For a moment, Magnus stared at him, eyes flickering between both of Alec’s, before he said, slowly, “You’ve lost me.”
Alec sighed in frustration—not at Magnus, but at himself. It was the same sound he made whenever he struggled to articulate his feelings properly.
“You seem to love all the stuff around Christmas, and the spirit, but...” Alec shrugged. “I mean, last year you were out skating with your friends, before the impromptu ER trip, and this year, the closer we get to the actual day, the less enthusiastic you seem. Unless—” He paused, looking abruptly uncertain. “You’re not dreading spending the day with my family, are you?”
Fondly amused, Magnus shook his head. “No, darling. Not at all. I love your family. And you’re not wrong, exactly. You know I told you about my mom?”
Alec’s expression turned grave, and his eyes softened with sympathy. “I remember.”
“She died on Christmas Day.”
“Oh.” Alec took a moment to digest the information, and ran a hand up Magnus’ back absently, in a way that probably wasn’t intended to be soothing, but was, nevertheless. “God, I’m sorry.”
Magnus smiled faintly. “It was a long time ago. But that’s why I was out doing something last year, not sat at home celebrating. I mean, I do celebrate, but I try to be occupied. My mom loved Christmas, so it’s... I don’t know.”
“Melancholy?” Alec suggested.
“Exactly.”
They were quiet for a moment. The fire crackled behind the grate, heat emanating out to combat the chill of winter. Magnus tipped his head back and relaxed with his back pressed to Alec’s front, his hips comfortably bracketed by Alec’s knees. Fingers came up to play with his hair, tugging and teasing and stroking. He exhaled, letting his eyes fall shut.
“I love you.”
Alec murmured the words right against his ear, as though it was a secret, and Magnus smiled.
“I love you too.”
“Do you visit her? At Christmas?”
Magnus hummed. “She wasn’t actually buried. She wanted to donate her body to medical science. At the time, I was too young to be able to buy a memorial or anything, but I bought a plaque about five years ago, to go on the park bench we used to sit on when she’d take me for ice cream in the summer. And I don’t usually go visit it at Christmas, no.”
Alec’s fingertips rubbed gently at his scalp. “Can I ask why not?”
“Because I’d just cry and remember the end, when she was sick, and I want to remember all the other times. When she was healthy, and happy. It’s easy to remember that at other times of year, but on Christmas Day...” He shrugged. “It always makes me think of her in hospital.”
There was a pause, and, even facing away from him, Magnus could practically hear Alec thinking.
“Do you want to go now?”
Magnus turned his head to look at him in surprise. “Now? Right now?”
“If you want to.” Alec studied him carefully. “It’s not Christmas yet. It might... I don’t know. Make you feel better on the day, if you visit now.”
“I’ve never thought of that.” Magnus sat up a little. “I suppose it’s not going to hurt.”
Something flickered in Alec’s eyes, something Magnus couldn’t quite put his finger on. He followed Magnus into an upright position and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
“Now?” Alec asked, pulling back just far enough to meet Magnus’ gaze.
Magnus nodded, and kissed him again. “Now.”
***
Snow was falling by the time Alec came home.
Magnus ceased his tapping at his keyboard (if Alec was out at work on Christmas Day, what was to stop Magnus getting a head start on a few things?) and turned from his spot on the sofa to look over at his fiancé coming through the door. A clatter sounded as Alec dropped his keys onto the sideboard. He lined his boots up neatly beside Magnus’ on the mat, hung his coat up, and dragged his fingers through his hair, which was steadily dampening with the melting of the snow that had collected among the strands—because, of course, Alec didn’t even remember to take a hat, let alone an umbrella.
“Hey, love,” Alec said, walking towards Magnus to drop a kiss on his lips. “How was your day?”
“Fine,” Magnus said, curling a hand around Alec’s neck to stop him withdrawing too far, so he could kiss him again. “I caught up on some work and reminisced looking at old photos of baby us.”
Alec arched an eyebrow. “Baby us?”
“Mmhm. Back when we first met. I found that photo we took right before we got caught by the rain and you kissed me for the first time.”
“Oh god.” Alec laughed a little. Magnus picked his things up off the sofa and transferred them onto the coffee table so that Alec could sit down. “That one where you look gorgeous and I look like some kind of mutant?”
Magnus rolled his eyes. “You do not.”
“You’re just saying that so I don’t make you delete it.”
Magnus shrugged, and leant in to kiss Alec’s cheek. “Prove it, my beautiful nearly-husband.”
Alec pulled back to fix Magnus with a look caught halfway between mystified and highly entertained. “What did you just call me?”
“Nearly-husband.” Magnus reached down for Alec’s left hand, and lifted it to press a kiss to his knuckles, right beside his engagement ring. “Because that’s what you are.”
Alec’s lips quirked upwards. “I think the word you’re looking for is fiancé, babe.”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “I want to emphasise the husband bit.”
Alec laughed, and lifted his free hand to brush a thumb against Magnus’ cheek. “You’re so cute.”
“My biceps say otherwise.”
“You can be cute and sexy as fuck at the same time,” Alec said, and kissed him warmly. He stayed close, nose brushing against Magnus’ and fingertips skating against his face, as he murmured, “God, I love my job, but I’m so glad to be home.”
“I’m glad you’re home, too,” Magnus said, voice low. “I was running out of things to do to distract myself.”
He knew that Alec would understand exactly what he meant. What Magnus needed distracting from. But he didn’t bring it up, didn’t push; he trusted that Magnus would say something if he wanted to talk about it.
“Well.” Lips caressed the shell of his ear as Alec spoke, breaths warm enough to make Magnus shiver. “I’m sure–” Alec dropped down, mouth grazing against the sensitive skin of his neck “–I can find a way–” he nipped at the hollow above Magnus’ collarbone, and Magnus’ eyes fluttered closed “–to distract you sufficiently.”
“I’m sure you can,” Magnus said breathlessly, one hand coming up to tangle in Alec’s hair. “But there’s a problem.”
Alec pulled back to look up at him, eyes dark with desire. “Oh?”
“I haven’t had lunch yet.”
Alec rolled his eyes, and let out a reluctant laugh. “Of course you haven’t. It’s only three o’clock in the afternoon. Why would you have had lunch?”
Magnus swatted playfully at his shoulder. “Shut up.”
Alec sighed in an exaggerated manner, and stood up, offering his hand to Magnus. “Well, then, lunch first. Then maybe presents. Then I’ll get back to wooing you.”
“Oh, darling.” Magnus smiled cheekily as he leant into Alec, one hand resting on his abdomen. “You did that a long, long time ago.”
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