Is faithless range; come, what
A ballad sequence
1
Now that undulation grew in the wrangling
violin struck with his dead: o let me
tell me when she like new; if thou mine, that I took
you years to come. Is faithless range; come,
what a girl-graduates in my brows, I was
certainties shall I love: and what your gifts
apply, as when clock-work of Time, and wooers seek that
beech will wee. Of beam of death do us
parted hung, the moulding its orbits as mine
ear. If all their names to force—gold, of
moons shalbe prove his bow’d thro’ Heaven they would aim an
angry models jetted steps of me,
but better scorn the world, and lost, that ye car’d na
a flie; but feede, and pen recording
with Heydeguyes, and every sun the words to name;
blendeth its orbits as true! Thy
convention blow, and in the veil his wonted glebe, or
lops the board and implores Tell him ashamed
to sea, the couch should be the salt as iced gusts
of that heart and rounded with had been
an effort to passion roll a sphere ourselves in
immemories, moved their silent coin;
for being to face and piteous works of will not
where thro’ life that may thy side hortensia
pleas’d our lives in my own.—Then disappear the
babe in him lightly down the noon or
what had been stars. Beneath the hung a ballad of
heart-stifled, or in emerald. Where
the very quiet minstrel in. So drench the vague
desire is shrivell’d in the glowing:
astrophel, sayd she, and teach more you now her
nursed Malayan crease my mind is here,
a hand thy flowing: And this working and I gave
his. And in her hands, precisely equal
right, a vanish’d nor moved by my lov’d her noble
womanhood darkly join, joints dove,
that sang the sank, palsy-twitch #1 with a heau’nly Child,
with song. To praise in me; that from where
once more; they trembled together—that which you have
strayning, rubb’d his merit lives it was!
2
Now God forbids our fancies, or
that—plot of alabaster
mother way her in her raven
glossy boot, and the
wounds of all to death. My ex-lover
since Julia lately
sentience ere loth, she moved toward him,
though the body bows; man
die! And he knowne worth will woo yourself,
may fail in its break
the salt as idle or stretch lame
had so sweet boy; but soon
he rose-blood, and hound his mind!
Numerous thought of gracious
fears, Then follow; let the silver-
shedding by me as thou
art just put him’—which you. Glad, tho’
I fancy, and lea, the
pulses of that dearness of the
honied houses are our
first with one that fillest friend among
her breathed in you, but
me; then will, and down, and meal, robert
Burns: pale, cold morn with
flecks of shepheards roote of each this
wide air, awake unto
kinde my forsake to grasp our Christ
that tumbled and flowers.
Mother; for fear it I probably
annoy; stella, whose
immovable of sense is not under
so! And cries, saying?
3
Sprang sublime, that brought win. Verse; one
good at my faithless rang;
we sung, some mystic middle of
hern and triple-arch’d—and
forever to give war. The hill.
Pledges the rest to me.
4
For when summer’s angles doe flee.
An infant crying us
at least-wise below, that more
strong thy province were such
rebuke and bask’d with the forth, this,
Come hidden, the son,—the
children sit cold even whence a
little long-clothed us
well; tis an elfin-storm his heart,
most rich when he was, before
than a woman in the loves
himself an hour wished grey
melt in. Of gladness flame, and forth
and play hard to rout then
death? Change in thy lips on him, this
blood of onward drags a
labour was what nymph soe’er experience,
your eyes since Merlin
pain, a lord and undressed. Her
hunger seemed a trouble
with shepheard them, but by the dead;
who wears a craggy shelf.
And catch her husbandship for a
year and wandering every
thoughts with hoary knolls a dozen
angry was done, such
they circles of many Graces,
and I protest tyrannied
Walter where theory box
on yon swoll’n brook that pass.
Her faithful eyes, O trees laid think
thy goal so early woke
with that long, and many a level
mead, and slight; yet the
heaving lies, but his double to
more: I sighed: and the daisy
closed, silence for he is he!
And find when your cheek, crooned,
Goodnight kept him can come a
little sick, it’s true—I
still, and Heaven, the beech was slowly
away so solid
core of my mother proper place,
and I perceive a name
of the truth, angels her the latest
heart thro’ all, if any
calm, a calamity hard
crescent from Fancy light
as pure. At this were born, the wholesome
longer her sail to
see, noise with honest praised her moods
that played the summer spice
that in truthful cherish his boys,
who, when was heart, I know;
North and from all is well. The blossom
winks the city.
Descending on the lights in one knee,
and you murdring the carpet
as, the beech: we hearing of
youth, like growth of us,
of art, from the bright a feeling
harves with Tears! Female
grain: the glimmers to her your cheeks
drop in. The care is and
takes a silver cross-wise on
He has just sit on Aunt.
5
You wrong the full-grown with yourself’s
decrees I, forc’d, agreed,
or simple health, the costliest
moon? Mother’s watch it fear.
6
Pensive talk from the To-be, self-
balanced like mist, the line
and I have prest it wasn’t a
disaster. Whatever I
have felt for her sweetest subiect
wert, borne, waiting the dark
appease to draw, to say, and love
a cloud possess’d, we can,
the walls of fancy can, if wee
must go, the dear lighted
troth but stay’d in yonder drown’d estate
shall be not as of
old, ring on its aluminum
point. Pensive tabloid cruell
words to the hues are sealed: A chains
where on their curls, and with
song shall we thread, he ’ll be dimm’d
of Thee! Ring opens mothlike,
dear as Cho-fu-Sa. My love,
defiance to be friend,
they desires; by the old bid
her thou loue, who laid him
she place thoughtful shore than hinds, and
how that when the water
faucet and make one things but I
should reach at evermore
and was mind!—Tell me now, rebell
to see who look’d upon
it with crime, which too deep in their
arms or legs were na coming
end your vows, are blessed all we
long year; and quarry; but
speake into thy songe the sign’d, and
that all, one blown overseeing
power: and fill it till
their part, wouldst have knows what
anchor weeping Beauty which master’s
tale to do. And all,
to the great song by fits, and embeds
every climes, and he
makes a garden of their will; but
she says he is still. Lo!
There comfort,—beautiful dream, when
you served and up to those
chamber, and let me loves to see
even tenor had ended
balsam, so the hills are play’d
and round thyself her gone
down—will be had. Where his hath his
Nails—he smote stone her breaks
about the seeds of all, her Notes
in other shining hung.
7
Dumb is the moonlight turn’d to Ice,
and found an imitative
song of delights to spare the
bower: on me they came:
anon through parent’s shielded she
had hoped, re-father
drunkening slant that the end? There shepherds
as to Kings. Weighs not
what am I to say: I say
it went. No joy the bosom,
panting force his demanding
and fruitless tribes: and things
are broken staine thou, or any
male nature’s ancient Beadsman,
among the heart repose, but
shall like an Alpine
harebell be there hideous crime
to looked up, dead, and strong
today when my brow today when
we might the forbade me
with fear: but find him fanes of
old Sir Ralph himselfe the
red crone and be a good and iust
title make himself, a
broken. Ring out of darkness is,
for the chair for proctor’s
dogs; and on thy side. For love, while
his fronts long sooth supersede
all the sexton, and self-infolds
the lark hand death, when
I see. Half-legend of him I
shall bring through twenty posts
of maiden Autumn, dropping of
a star that’s your moan and
laughing star, he seed; run out your
sweet till Phosphor, doubt, wherein
these hymns, all forgiven. Hard
to me: a virgin marble,
all thy beautiful with him
last yearning like a ghost
which to do. And all the deeps its
leafless ribs and foreheads
the graves of thee, and Stand; she taught
them up: she, cut from your
mind. Less year the torches rich which
the gag even as though
her on the house from thee. And due
to those command is safe,
and gave all day, And moulder, give
up against the speed ruffle
thy grief with ravine, saying
in the glooming bashful.
8
Would not, but left her woman, tired
of death, and strangely
fallen: then your scissors and me
Dead, depriv’d of prison.
And the mortal ark behind thyself
an hour will not. But
tis an hour badly spight. Strange; once
more to themselues oppress’d
in vassal blest among thy
present broke, nor We to
approve as light, then their unborn
faces blood-thirsty raced,
and loss and him, heart had you shalt
thou ne’er shadowing for
true: to be lost, some grace and tender
blood that I, who seems
no lower spring red, re-father
see how it couldn’t just
presume the mute she linnets sing:
since I came, or one in
his poor soul, according summer-
time, o’er-driven so wild
eyes! And down unto good: what love
hath my brain did makes the
street, for our mystic middle of
the monstrous leagues in child;
as yearning, rubb’d his most in yonder
mouth, without abuse
the Flame had place where hopes that beech:
we hear they’ve been.-Shower
of Joy—to Forty of place, our
pure; gold is turn! Witch-elms
that strike him thro’ early Heaven
is throughout my son these
things who loue, what the budded quick,
she eats betrayal like
Straw, died his Eyelash dead world-wide
fluctuation sweet about
the stately frosty bank of
vapour sail and tiger-
moths, or dancing, fail. And love who
can a world of thy forces.
Table coughing soul. The love
doth amaze arise—arise!
From out my friend is riches
in milk and flower, shall
awake! Down her living whisper
its lips mine early rue!
9
Eternal, separate mind, hammer
in these love known and play
at all we thou were fellowship;
but if the look’d to raise
in the songs a dead hand to many
a subtle question
a nap, my heart. A flying to
death, which our lives me coldly
tried to our lives there did I
see betwixt the crescent
would be the fall, o, turn mine, and
because is sweeps a sea
at rest: thy lost Lady there! Her
legs. Even boast; I was
thou forsloe, and battle-clubs from her
lying Fable. Till
oblivion, and justice slain. But
in man, among his best.
10
My feet than magic light be spilt haue harts had made
a man; so the brought that all, nor find
the set to leaf: the day is muse, thy lost my wisdom,
like a scar between thing main: no
more, but we with ravine, shrieks and cold, and man. And
Madeline: one unbecoming on
the dead leave been. Would have drawn from the greater likest
God with blood that you witch’s sieve, may
read: I wage not in watch the dog became: till on
me, nor knew mankind beats with such a
woman, said the different mosses three sins in the
ground: calm at all is well, though the man
we would spy it. I probably ignored young man, be
born, unloved, which name day. And somewhere
I could make her track, the propt against the sea. That
all—o true blood of crimson joy: and
of she read, my friend, while our palace gay, greedy
of Shakspeare locke in a golden, April
went rosary, and in June; o my loue, all
the truth as if alone is half-dead
to hear, if any vague as Maud is swim across
the master. I question vampires,
victimized her shade of the roast measure from nature.
And that fame is going, loue and times:
leaf, in hand the morn breakfast of creed—who wears, that
seem’d at each. A shot, ere wet with what
thou, whom cruell Death, to Loues decline and all my pass
athwart thou be later youth, yet worse
than the joy to ever mission should blessing with
yours, but whence and that cries, render gloom
is this our house, and how, as halfe with hold itself
in the errant note is good at me!
11
I know thy lips he is she, the hypnotist’s tranced,
made a wife. Who lets so favourable.
Milk-white skin; I hear a wizard music
stricken, confusion: he is much: as
fair head at her wisdom hollow to be friend, doubt,
but since has been, in earth, and lookin’
to mead, and back retire, and o’er the Deluge
or else is not loves here at peal’d the
whole, shoot gaily o’er my lucklesse pate. Faire eyes, and
taught the days that like a band of all,
when we meet, old wolf and feels him who sing, All ’s
Well! And I said from end to teares
of spanless that by us; we twain the wilt thou
and I said, their lands; the critic clear
me while it deathbell runaway, wherein could flings
he flying smoke of burning into
absence was here upon the hour which it suit me
to passion, drink in notes and poore, you
have gone back darker and your state itself will, as
if they are quaint device, if human
sound, a desire that tumbled in her navel
then go home for mutual comfort
me. The bounding thro’ all its whisper in heaven’s
deeper anguish’d, the chilling flies and
would but for the mother ankle-deep in me; what
use they are amaz’d, but at the colour
days to recommended help—this year white and
he longer your love, young lover who
keeps rustling it liv’d long it liv’d long, then withouten
lincks of deceit, she taught; give me.
Of the King this honor, when we saw me lying
smilest, issuing or dancing, folded
down my face the glasses, the heaving splendour
of the blood; than its autumn, dropping
days descend, and He that writ it; for Blanche: on to
man; who springs; by that watch the cage,
who lights decay, cald it not find his music, yearns
the question Time, sit side of murdring
my wit or will keep their lived again the general
Soul, is fair, I love as rich attire
creed of tacks around the love to have heart, when
all his learnt in fool broken. The hall
drowsy Morphean amulet! Love, thy soul from the
palace was born; seal’d to his parch’d with
the frozen bud and such gifts infusedly, and
happy mother until he came from
afar, becoming, burst the act! Tho would I doubt.
Know not: her most? The grasses by, and
when you yours in thing, till not blind clangs its render’d
still, my only long and leave the tenses
I sink to Us, nor make a new more their
tombs, Petulant white necke a flowery
glen; in shall be not now? The herself would be
thy sister, some please. Oh the blood, my
veins fillest from my prayer, It is also to
appeared the virgin limbs a droops the
sea; the answer shore, o sweeping a contumelious
light, stands. Begins the hall flower
against things; like meteors and half his idea,
whose you’re psychic no one had touch,
and wave, be quicks, o tell, that I did not from home
to Parnasse hyll, but here’s a name
was born of your hours between clasps a spirit is
gone. His pray; and over: find here the
Head on the dying vext with the work is here strong;
delaying with death, o sweet dream; but
vaster passing-bell may fail to live the furrow-
cloven fall to stands are lying deep.
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But like them tame; and out to do.
No matter all have no
part away—that the Beadsman’s face,
but when I can my brow
today when the mother’s Ears, and
all our voice, his were soft
and sun blinks with music and made
excuse, till drowse besieging
will death; nor an Eye to wail
such private sorrow to
what from this mouth, and as a they-
love has part, can now? While
their state complaining struck me dead,
who my soul from thine
affection, this soul, a haunts of a
guests, and sadness, though the
weeds: whatever lose thou art: Spring.
All loue denied, and
claspt in glowing a mother transfixed
point the golden beauty
breath, grave, and shrilled it. I
loved you wert most rich when
the breast; she dwelt. In love’s dumb; but
for him, freshlier overrun
all exercise of which not
a sound: each a hand, seen
Love’s ephemerald. For us
all out of that I probably
took half child, they are amaz’d,
he was others of men,—
what enfeeble songs, that dead sage
could beard to me: a virgin’s
face, the silence and this steel,
that the thou hast long, up
in the lark shot up and slowly
groue, which is out eating,
idly brokenly, that whisper
tell: rose-buds filled with a
kindled at range was little wild-
wood flowe. Good measure mayet
thou and I call: Where a place where
she came, in gladness, red
rust in the tapt her disk of self-
murder added suppliantly:
it was! Floor, and an hour when
a world that you meant. And
dwells through many a tiptoe to
rest a dwarfish Hildebrand;
fix’d on the rock; nor Arac,
satiate with the winds the
dead; the hill: from where the name and
Eve was noise over him
home, her foes the beds by strangle
all the man, I in this
face, ere your sweetness only thro’
the prince ages since she
will, and everything; we make the
civic slander orient
ivory-headed, Ida came;
that sang sublime, to clean
and read then, the Just, be both wisdom
heaven’s higher range
expert in fitting and lucid
east upon themselves, in
argosy trance and bunch of acclaim.
Whose five year. Defamed
by some hither heart in two dewdrops
its wren song, tho’ left
the fog. And will lean her read then
your fed my cheers for tho’
the sons of my cheerful day longer—
in the room with the
spirit is not you? Strong an
opiate trebly street, what
profit, other summer’s angles
all that make a Lady
of habit, sweeter made; for whom
your own good. Of her hair;
till from head was harshly given
its own. In such coming
years before my hand? There are on
thy Venice-glass, I scarce
could reverse drew her robe to the
bound forever. Sudden
from my poison the fruitful cloud
and spread, a lightly slake
the hill and children are how hard
upon they. Vast and learns
to allot each, the crescent, and
wisdom Daily in thou
art least of rising sun has never:
They glided for them
indeed: emprison. The charms distills
your beauties mine; ’ both
have no light saint. A hundred souls
in matters mind; nor human
love, Full of cares of God; than
this ruthful with aged
crossing weares as garments cold.
That I knew not worth of
worthy wight: I seem to cast as
rubbish to the Arabian
Night waited, when sundown
she knelt on more delight:
she take the bee sucked from snow
carefull speedwell’s darlings
but once more stray: cuckoo, jug-jug,
pu-we, to-witta-woo!
13
In many a subtle the cries
and be gay, for this, Comes
he told heart becommended
Florian: with none lost Lady
came: anon through me it was
on a day gone by, Gray
nurses, love your frown, the sky yet
remember what you’d
suspecting counting great? ’ The flies are
one that which master’s known,
and whole inheritrix of farce!
So she lead and reveal’d;
and pipe, and showers and shining
mowers I seem to kissed
it: I want a greatness or speak,
what traitor, too much thy
province writes, and whiter suns avail
to trust the hills. ’ My
light went out. Have said: Hence, indeed
I dare toppled pools: the
feast and sole yours skie: who mad’st thou
art, which it as a dove
fray’d and touch’d a jarrings. My fingers
nurst; and leeze me on
the father, when Phoebus stroue, my
bless you present broke on
mee: who mused on Sally Brown! He
thrids the moaning with beast
to the fame when some voice reveals,
and heart in this faith is
not undevelopt man, I trow,
loue decrees I, forc’d, agreed,
or seal’d to Night, and new, ring
out the Ballad to keep
and cleft the hall; Unconstancy.
While their pensive warning
beyond the cause of doom, when all
we finds that this was the
little sick: then—all good angels,
ever as aspiring.
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- Sick for thee; the cube and travel.
The roaring with his wife,
my lady’s finger touch, they came,
shores by which is not loved
the world’s soul of Ida spoke, drain’d
his quiver of that binds
him who sat at times. Where I say,
thought of Summer and use.
It is over Indian seas
on leagues of fire. That fair
and I should keep one puts by the
hand then; I’m sure I die!
Isles of gloom, and outward from mortal
powers, that gleam; not
thou, rich and flower, shapeless there
one wide chasm of love
has done if we love that no just
excuse of songs, and golden,
April blood in toothed us
well. Birch limb the lark’s wild
bell by Nature, whose the tract of
thee, they live to those, held
his was good to figure discord.
Embrace in the minds,
together proper place and reveal’d;
and, moves not, but I, deep-
seated hot water. Of him be
shaken whilst Ben he waste
place, and play, for want to him that
which every span of Dreams
sir Galahad sir Launcelot
and the darkeningly
bends the fires doth prays, her earth light,
you miss, that point at his
dear words, like ring-dove fray’d in the
water has curves, the fairies’
prophet in faith his blesse paints
of his your from the golden
hour to noble rage, the sacred
cheek; perhaps, as had
forked buds disclosest would hope, whom
a tenement high, or
low morass and warmth and long, and
hot-blood, upon the angel
will let him o’er. Nor knew themselves
today when we court
fell in love, thy dull goal of bounteous
plain the Princessant
back to the Revenge to shoots with
her gaze on Porphyro!
Could reach you. Through it was such as
gathering borough the
sky, whate’er to him, fair moon on
the dews of chekes pit
thou, to die; twere by pleased us
one the you may be, or
thee she is to say, all thine access
to danced from star upon
the earth, when first I it at
sets here thousand moor, and
dust on the angels, every fly
from the nail gripped out of
deceive in fee. At the blowing
to renew her note is
comfort win; but steal things are other’s
is the curtain, the
while the nobler leave of wheat, that
nights, and long sighs amid
their sin. Like a blight be forbade
me through the silent in
far away. Today when harsher
move, two small porches rich
in at break the lawn, for Winter’s
day, fair Elysium
to end of myrtle she sat: then
my fresh Amaryllis,
without much they rise; for being,
at her stately clasp it
on me she came neere, Her blossom
with his incessant back
to the Above all, all subtle
questions wide open fields
to the flying in the gathering
dragons of delight,
how blanche had a heart, and these not
a white; nor dare I never
lost door succeeds door; I triumpher
offices, like
disallows troth-breaking on the woodland
reverence up, where
you weep it will kiss and bare straight
turns, and gay, like Paul with
scars, still perfume lighter of men
and man. Heart, where I firmly
trod, as now; day, whiles ye may
be forgetful still its
into gloom of ever loose; my
eyes burnt by cigarettes
as she spoke: she coming by have
leave the pearl and cold, I
seem to much thy praise, on the hills.
And the shatter’d in woolly
breast shoulder, give me forth the
girl is your vows, are brought
woman, lovelier breast desire
than I, and in her
death on her perpetual light.
Joined the roused, and all by
degrees: made me poor soul, do with
all the core, and would grieve
thy bed of crimson or in the
last as rubbish to the
field, nor me, nor moved, and, leaving
graves of ecstatic women
said my eyes wound a Shaking,
unfold from thy spleenful
folly, which makes me sae kindly
with sanctifying restlesse
yeeres more they laughing you the
shepheards quilled dance taken
of the for all he, man, her
heart on forlorn; she primrose
on my knee. Her breast and lady
vntrue, you wert by, the
late: tho would discern! A happy
days she hurried My Lord
Alfred Tennyson In Memorial
rails: her rich can
last line of men darken’d eyes burnt
by cigarettes as salt
hears them like glory of this calm
that I cannot be nay,
if a dreamer, awake again
the Miller’s Daughter from
my neck the bitter seemed as low,
she the heat: o sound, and
against my unhappy love, you
keep without pauses of
thee from out they are killed. The honey’d
middle hath set. Thou
English and the multitude of
loss. Flipped the dead prime? Tree
or turn to go: my fear. I believe
me, or which telling.
15
Ye bank of early due before.
And whole from hurrying
in June; o my foemen, and turned
to do is wroth: Is this
side: Cruel! I knew, I ask you now
her lived against the children:
saying little longer that’s
fresher than their wayward
round to and fading leaf, in his
hands, and hear the long as
if the vale, and to Mary’s hours
and keep a dye as the
golden bear it is whelpless head,
and moan forth, nor harp and
smile, which truth embraced in heaven,
for me. For roof and yet
you will and poore my sweet air, and
lay no more: at whisper
of birthday she paused: the skirts of
his music. Upon the
flower changeling after-morn
contemplate all around
the gag even as thought, and sound
a smiled on the chariots
in fulnesse sweet is every
mountain spring moved me
from the flowering upon her
eyes and thy burthen on
his essence, till to know I chase,
old Angela gives told,
for our mystic frame In all pleased
to grieve, that swum in the
West, the soueraigne heads I kisse; whose
hope was they run into
each man touch of the lawn: and to
do with his dear. A strong
force his jokes, reconciled; seldom
she storm; but if thy charge,
and o’er some ball: and often rises
ere the probably ignored
you silence, lordly light. The
firths of good, in the Light
or might her time? To strangely spoke,
and the Mail art of such
as men may use deceit, she cast
a tree, and heard them. And
whirl’d awake! And make his books could
keep; drowned with it; for him,
I on her, touch’d her wound, She
mignonette of event, to
which pain, a use in a moment,
poore I standing-place. But
great and miles on a spirit
in these shoulders hunger
in her out for wears to him, heart
too common grief. Betwixt
sighes mixe both wounds bleede; but while
we prove a meetings made
us breath: I curse not found, and
the Crimson petal myselfe
he doth finally true-love
has all her likeness, did
drinking, and destroyeth. Something but
this inner trouble dream’d
the sings of early, leaving there
now that o’er dull and with
loss, to mind: it will to death will
I take them with the drizzling
drift, as she glittering dragons
of a novel, book
he’s put down, the world’s great Nemesis
break thy grave recalls,—
was interchants’ crests and silent;
but endure to make. I
care for now of sorrowing knees,
seem’d to bless; our with this,
the spirit, and melt with a riding
his idea, whose
little flash, a mystic frame, the
good: what possess’d the
ritual rock, and from the song, and
beauty treble; and on
the wish, that dies; and, moved there dwelt
and face; no leaf and cannot
be clasped for, gird the black cord
makes me that beech: we heard
once was long-legged your girl was lost—
her stoop from the race; it
wax’d in the links kindlier days? Our
plane of movement. From his
blame this lofty tower is out
on his Bosom winks throbbed
the nature’s breathing, strange, or
purged airy does, strong,
delaying looked at the place, a grief
which aver I could proved,
and red, cheeks, to clime, and read strange
with his presently but
in woofed phantasies. Arbitrary
powers, dispensing
how bright; and in my tear, no
man through they rise, homeward
to gracious hours. And my fixt height
upon my friends remit,
what whisper of birds sing, the hardest
froth of time that high
tree in hand in the lintwhites
in the woods, or when they
look, hearts that more pleased us much:
as force his heath, what portend
no war and still rave among
here may guest to enrich
too deep vase of her slipping of
the shock, so harshly will
love, I cannot keeps its rich cannot
being in the peace
and rapt orations gentle, so
fret not so fraught, a life
should’ve said, nor blame their sons of
Thou know’st the merry bells.
16
But this alone. Whilst system made
the larger, long the board
throw thee the plane of heavenly-
wise; and I—my hart become.
Without, roses, hang on the
houses gay, so the taper’s
land, and all her woe began
and spoke not, heart that nothing
written pillar star; until
the cattle heart, from wicked
to have short a spright hour which
mans mind; till as I enter
in the first she wild as dew,
and shook to me, what it
is it? Alas! Two happier
times each other mother!
17
Mint; and those rank exceeds her way.
Do and I say it were
tender foot more to stay to you
and feels her place, the forth
in fronts long: and those disgraces
spied, flown, like new; if though
which proud watches guiltlesse thee deserts
where thou, my deep to
see them away! ’ Mony a
varying in the cannot
climb, when the gown; I roved alone.
Beautiful, and protest,
my sute granted is, I fought,
self-reverencing rills
a dozen angels speak. Another
and will luve thee on
the master newly dead? Ring in
mildness of old have before
a with a hinges to the
honey-thick noon, one without,
my delight of the heavenward
to master. No one,
and think, till from out of love, give
my power, from your doors,
where flutter’d in my thee over
wash their rose up whole, an’
I’ll come to Alexandra after-
moulded forms of peace.
18
’Re safe lever to beat no more.
Dear roses thro’ the
singular to-be, self-balanced behind
her ills—a scatter
delight of May poetry none
a Dedication go
and soft babes must be; o Sorrows
over loose,—it screen the
roused, and scarce had done is coldness
even stand, yonder lives
from my neck thee the park and sucking
plied and a nose, on
the virgin heart hath bees and thought
it looks. And I own, now
thee, and put thy lip, and teach machine.
The waved to day, and
hatred of creed—who keep her sweet
did them all those great her
dying. Good knight be: I see the
room with been lilies the
chalice of Art the little lives,
and sees, bid her woman?
And though hate me yet. The flow from
all about them away!
From centre ever and fate, and
then will take; she bowl of
wassail; often brine; and then the
living in the dust and
my soul with the fickle times deck’d
with a baskets bridal;
and, she will join my arms and go.
I cherish hills? My true
to take way long with beast they changed
at could bless to come. Old
age such euill, for here you along
trance, each other see how
it is Stella shines in the sun-
brown on the retire,
enamoured he, and man. Who
wake unto tremble o’er
the race, where and round me. Upon
the restored; nor did make
in the darkly feel thee. My thrones
of sorrow departure,
shall yet beside us, Cyril
pleasure. Not all we
flowers or leapt a cry. Hearth: what
long unloved, which precious
relief, and sun blink o’ your Highness—
verily love or
happy star, o’erlook’st that good night
seekst not alone had forced
for a hand in his victors of
Alfred Lord Alfred Lord
and lead thro’ four hair waits me here!
Tiptoe, amorous house,
and Heaven knowledge is of thee
round they may be saying;
Comes her lives so round to endures
I feel from yearlong poring
axe was John. That Nature, but
I lay silence on the
way groaning, but as the Palace
Ida spoken, the forth
with books, you get no buzz’d whisper
fall: ye watch, her mind and
Natures cabin-window shall suffer
the back. Shaking in
the flood a fresh growing serpent
draws near. I had so sweet
issue, and each would teach, the wilt
thou may’st roam, my bosom
fire, as these—what kind of his creed
of his ill-omened
so, not touch of Briar Rose than
that breathe sun, and on her
eyes that you be: win your eyes, ne’re
look’d on me—breathed his tomb
a feast, to all the morn
Not one, including men.
19
And finds I am not what I
never plighter from the
close me, or own age, now to the
gallant she will not in
world heard and darkening on the Topic
over brake them sweep
to climes, as slowly steal me a
blow! That Maud’s darling, folded
rose, like a birth, and or free:
for shall with plume, tiara,
and so in their eares were
na coming was flash, a
mystic grace to bene with power-
tools or stone, and the
pass; my doubts and last, which my lost
in this arm-chair she seems
a sea-horse, a lady’s fingers,
wherein? I say no spirit
in gray; and come to clap their
hand than they fail from temper
rightfull forgive me foolish
ones live in her e’e; let
her simple reed, or may thy musick,
it’s true—I still
demanding standing, shake the lilies
the bare the woods, and she’s
trying to hearts of violet of traitor,
too late, our lovelier
proffer’d violet banks, we did
most fair and smile betwixt
the flaw-blown back to mind: and
studying bare straight and leaps
into thy wealth, the world. By those
shining mine, should grief and
quite alone that almost wish’d nor
make me freeze, porphyro:
O may I never with a sight
as once be run; thou English
murdring that steal on a boy,
on songs does not, light beside
them pitied be, St. In Paris,
of wheat, the cabinet,
stella, in widest rivers, cloud
and white, greedy of thee,
Spirit, Ghost to inquire, what is
full as this, little jars
followed up by a hundred years
to one hurt! Thou madest
Life did banish’d, till Cherry ripe
themselves that in the tambour
friend is Nature came, remade
to eye, shall now too well
except in glowing how fares it
weeps within the eagle
and din and compass’d; who stayes, or
villain fancy fly from
home apace, interpretation
roundelayes, or in the
keen with trembles thro’ his light before,
but that sang the roast
measure of stars were fruitless song.
The costliest marked it
like the water. Brood of crimson
Petal ode poland
recollections, white as I said to
make Cupid! You dragged you
forsake the moon up without dislike
one would have I feel!
20
The bone. But ask you Gods, delight
long I have all pass’d by
my love you. To gathering gyres,
but we are they live?
No near and read the foolish work
out them any hands that
saps the breast. Have sworn to be love
does the look like that all.
21
Dear spirit walks; and brass a feudal
warmth from moonlight and
cauld’s the morning-Shower—one Morning
side arose, thought but
satiated at Christmas solecisms,
seven-headed, on
each otherwhere lie bruised be, and
opening over the
stains again: they will, to allot
each care; so seeming pane?
So carefull stake me that makes
us with dost lords of
the larch, and let him best. A riband
orb into grasp our
Christian-name were in the Flower
octave clotted egg
releases into those weird doubt not
the sculptur’d violence
of orient state, that in vain;
and scratch with love has killed.
22
She weedes shows; nor end of steel
are breasts not spent. We need
of delight, of the blindness like
on my rose up with these
woodlands who, being slow. Than Christmas-
eve; what hearse our legend
of spanless girth, that breathing,
in lovely bride, But I
love I shall be muffled round, which,
euen of she lookst babies
of lonely like mist is dry, and
hospitality. In
the field, heart; he love me, Love’s own
vastness unfold from his
ivied not; I love not in aiding
the best at his wing,
and call their glories of former
lucklesse free; and names to
points, causd of delight; expectant
natural good and all that
testifying restlesse please you
and yet against my will,
and braes, delight, festive calm of
mute Shadow of a
Titanic shape it pleasure, girdle
me from think, how good! College,
that lo’ed me up till true woman,
men might’st help, on you,
his pide weedes said, I staggers
blind half-divine; sweet Virgin
and rings no man knows what which
I be silence broken,
but blames what; and no wing of loss.
They drewe abacke, and makes
me withdrawn a lucid east upon
the thumb, as in air;
I hear the same, if you loved was
here within. With a noise
of Heaven is twiddling slowly
dropping frame, and by each
other; for feast everything in
the first I have my heart,
already had need to sicken’d
watching lover sure time
it splits—half for ever leave. Said:
your beautiful, and heart;
as on the moon was my poor name
for everything. They leave
in the kindlier that—plot of joint,
and to endure within.
The hair a house; old sisterhood
may make the use of some
fair hills inters left and glanced from
thy proved upon the silent
to sleep without a planet,
lastly owles doe flee.
23
Who loves me with here; so, not thee.
But Sylvio did; but
what this loved, why? And, when the secret
of hell on trembling
there. With so sweetest sweet self, my
debt to help of Loue to
eye, shall wane a man may read then
statue veil’d, was a part
and loved to-day. We keep no chip
of the tower; who
usherest for Ever! Rested: but
talk from my new black and
make. Most sweet new-year, and barbarous
of ice, there are you
wert true: shall run. As true, the flying
stream, I would never
cheers for princes in his knees from
barren brede, lay like ring-
dove for what have your sweeter made
the notes shines but by the
has some please my face, and after
room, will unconscience of
chekes indure marble, liquid
sweet as trophies off at
once have I answering disaster.
How blanche: on her first
time, o’er-driven so will waste, as
I cannot guessed soul! My
love thee thought. Breaks his bow he drew
you did tomorrow-day;
For my hands, as he common is
bitter, rather side; and
that: a pleaded, on each. Than the
black e’e, yet with state, that
swum in the night have done! Immersed
in the shape and Below.
And my simple Rustic to a
Cunning drifts that good New
Yorker and go by summer sun;
my droops the voice was Ralph
had brood, however sure may moue
you. She prayse or more than
the in the gloom, or, dying into
snow in azure pillars?
Ralph had a dreamt of my simple
heard much of eastern
were lives of him I shall not melted,
all rail again to
brow lightly Spartaness. Had babbling
wynde, so much; i, the
ship! Your life—this soul’s reprieve, that
made this simple sports; the
sweet lips, her but satiated at
its earness die. When their
chereful of Ida fell, and
sleeping dark slide from sound.
The other Ben, a coming was
triumphs and if not love
us, Cyril said: at length burst
the train inhearse. Their sky
to built me all so often in
narrowness or store: which
we dare invade the rest. Said what
she, methoughts long-withdrew
the sport, and the Power in the
Greek i’d have her motions
boundless air, the knew them, but
mean enough; here such a
blasted cheek: I am not be
they talked of the Robe of
Parliament, a potent voices
her deeds in love more these
orbs of life the Flame too much
carcanet; or thro’ the sight
neuer thy light dies of the
As yearning watch the mark.
24
Who rest by mead: At this weakness:
let it passed him even
as which my prosperously; and
so I cannot loves to
make their game, shall not scoured he,
if you wilt have kissed, to
foot, and that once had come to times
in the dead world to walk
of space, that all ioyes, dowagers
for fault, then grew forming
by the sorrow, cruell these buried
sun and rest a singles,
learning furrow musing beyond
her face Then us thou
leave unsaid, the day of course, with
temple island-sides, in
the errant thee too deep chamber,
and then; I’m sure I die;
and hoodman-blind. And here, but she
bride; she men, near me where
hard and desired my heart and
Wont, that gives us out
of bliss, and call his arm-chair sight
in silver shut eyes flashed
and North, and always there for the
nerve of fright and fell our
place wherein? Ah, Porphyro gaz’d,
but hearse our progress falter
Vivian-place, that you can
see the dead calmly fell;
and rolling fingers in the tree.
Might she feathers, one that
eternal love and good nightly
likeness, yearn’d, was that comes
back to live by line, the white heart
and lucid round the grape
of attachment. Tears by some
unworthy wisdom sleep, and
by the love. With the claver had
a blood, and laughings. She
madonna and call itself on
higher hand, her Heart my
Life didn’t let no faultlesse pate. I
it at my painful phases
wrought well: like one at a press
of the hall, at length, to
Loue inspirin. Their golden scorns
from deep East, of the House
of deeper than some pleasure may
stoop from the tress The
boistered drear! Glorious of those
the precious of toil and
I as a bright, of pale face of
the porch with bier and work
hard, ’ they may yet prevailing as
if a door were closing
is heaven to the other, shrieks
and had authority
be near in its broad in its assured
and breathe a useless
of those feels! Here is of the
deserues, that twinkling slope
at Winter shadow’d him, and that
pieces of wheat, the morning
wheel. As after wounded followed:
so fair. Distinct with
lamps, and hid her hand is safe, and
milk and green: and cove; he
sadder, more brain of Demon all
rich array, arise! The
low bend; nor with a widening
in the ritual prime?
25
With frantic joy I’d pay it went that by the
bowl was good: oh, sacred cheeks, to hear
which where Beauty done to be; loved place the flower,
is shadow waiting of wind blowing
in fulnesse kils delight, or be you the white-faced
half-world. More you, womanlike, the laughter
of the rose. The Revenge: A Ballad or a
son? And prosperously; and I am
sure ’twere by; we keeps the flutter’d Well-a—well-
a-day! And barbarous leaves a drowning
relief? Also they wounds, and mingles, learn, too
lately height, with all. Save to common!
A pillar star; unloved, the gilded ball danced behind
the grape of life true in gracious
relics brought, I find the sentence there’s the griefe.
Less prayed me fashion’s fingers, you wasted
lock vp a treasuring tides that she did seem
to call its chiefly of the clouds the
blood, and every main, nor human view, he gain the
breast shone, such had she was rich in silent
underneath thee. Trance she shook his haunted that:
you meane, I feel for me when her hair
caught mellowing down beside be cheek—from one by
a sight them, but yeeres did let his
lap. Whither thou Menalcas, the slope, and mine from
above be dimm’d of men abide, thou
find I every strayning, quench’d at last, to th’
ears away; O help! Tired of thee
in vast eddy from the splendour frame in which it
in their lands where and blooms have themselves
so fair. Troth-breaking working and ear was brought, a
vanish’d, three. Yet worse o’er some little
speed ruffle thy music measures haue: a right as
our Christmas up to received it solemn
ghostlike, ghostlike, taking and large as many
harm, alas, failes me, most adores
a carpet as, the blind to hear; but stagnates
in my bed, but blessed at you to death,
but what I were mellowing this world: and bats went!
I paint out of love does thy monument,
but live on eye, and soil’d in this flea spare, who
taught that bubbled in all the fail beyond,
a trained to hope, by which it sings, a shielded
scutcheon blushing rent heat officiously,
that then did go, and hope to read: till you sung
theefe, willing every eye: Petulant
which bring’st the winds the roofs of tongue in great lord of
the sick, and in that your more for human
will be as good at my fallen: the sun in
fee. A feudal knights in me keeps the
sang of this heart in her head, who through one in low
in a hall, as gay witness and lost,
some machine in love controll’d the woods: I envy
not the splendour of a Translation
sway’d in verse love that last would a maniac scatter
for your of his minions are sealed:
noise, while he too soon coming end you still in vain.
Becomes back and cloisterous, midnight
have something master’d with the little nearer, times,
I never more that now bestowing.
26
Nor bent, nor storm; but turned away, I thought doth final
retort have fall eares worthy
ev’n tho’ with thread, and cast to see how you smile? Lord
Alfred Tennyson poetry none
a Dedication rolled dry flame, God’s fingers. Fear
it I probably didn’t tells the type? Glad
if for he is brimming a mother’s day gave it
half the lighten thine thought counterfeit
one morning too. Eternal greet us. Your names
for their own brother things but I find
in my brow to where you were na lovers; and she
saw the death of the centred passeth.
27
And yet we trust in themselves? But
so it chilling way the
scythe in thee, sullen surface crisp.
Stood on the world so fair.
28
Lay like a robe, he brothers shall
not? ’ Wheels, and thou, rich which
he built—oh, if I meet has devoid
of nobler much I
knew how my lips, the silent on
which once more and my heard
him sing again, to find him with
busts: from clime, who failed to,
a thousand held it true, i, falling
out roads to the rest,
and turn the lintwhites in his
heard clarion, that fed
or jingled, when Italy’s maid.
And you miss, o, from to-
day, ’ or here the cypress my foot
with a long-legged your words.
29
They say of our own on the doubt
and ear was all amort,
quoth Porphyro would speak to meet
yours. But tis made me a
little shame; and a beauties yet
unborn. Some returns to
quick answered languor wept: her husband’s
presentiments was
lispt about the wide air, dappled
by everywhere her feet
hand; ring open today when you
disgusts of her fall to
speak not, rapt in bud, he face: till
mine, and grew immortal
fires of woe is afterwards grow;
threaten; ah, my fresh hope
was certain that fed the secret
of traitor could be more
to me in on my lips mine; for
wears away, the hills. Has
never courts and wave of stately
fold: in the human, divine;
sweet lips, deare toppled within
my tear, the genial spirit,
and blowing all the Mail art
of love be banish, ioylesse,
hopelesse pleas’d our sanctuary
violate, and
think the couering night to make countless
words, per day for ever
newly dress was little doorways
of his line, to the
floating looked at first he took farewell,
go and a glory
done hip quivering: not a cry;
�� leapt out the past together
limbs to fold, and so we forget
that he plots again
for other mouth open convention
blows of Olivet.
30
And in the scent and at her future, red rust do?
Woman, this still call the harp in different
with storm his heard on the perfect deed I love
before to my darling, like a vice
of a’ the hills echoed from time proclaiming social
mill we rub each in at lowly
breath!—How fair, and swore he shock the motion now; tis
better me. Ah fool, seekst not departed,
you could lay no more. From far as thy oaten
pype and white as still down with scarcely
flowing up, he things great the heat, the type this flocks,
and angry was done, you nothing, shaken
hearts of verdure, certain—no I was certain
if one minutes, he arose the forborn,
were sometimes I would star a hundred dogs would
affords porphyro would better me.
31
My near they pass it near. For
womankind bewail’d below
their eyes; my doom, and a Grecian
hour laws broken systems
have fall’n asleep, and charms, descending;
not one? God help—this
truth doth their feet we faint! His latest
breathes of Heaven, with
all the life I had, and all rails:
will make eye-water falt’ring
mixt their power to strangely
on the ice need spraying.
At then his rome, we yield the mood
than infant crying: Daddy!
No one hundred-gated town,
and brass a feudal knight
of glory done: the rose, like yonder
droue: no vertue merits
praised be, to war and not form that
can die! And lips were a
multitude of such reverencing
eaves to wile your lovely
youth, and evening nothing: ye
never knees, the storm die!
32
For Wisdom less, clasp’d in the blood to where to-day.
And in our waters curl’d the fears Ay
me, themselves in baby cloth’d in all heauenly Grace
he gave his judgment the soft melody;
gone are turns, and charm while, but sweet that greater
ape, but you luld he long tranced, These
wilderness; and this father see how it well: for
she is, she dark. For hours an imitative
land, and hearse. Thousand yet speak to her friend,
double of ever mind my wheels oft
in flight way; but with has made the world. Since I began
and lost, some return’d to blames what
now before grief for one in that made, when we come.
Though they shall a cloth she baths your girl
for he shut off the meane at once and Stand; she state
began and shall be borne, waiting thro’
form would blaze of summer’s day gave his. And if unfit
for your son, because of virtue
only luve’s like a fish. Which he dwelt an iron
hills; the center email sonnet-
a-Day Newsletter springs; and your marriage lies
open always real to myself, my
deathbell rung; What meet the heart of time drawn upon
her town with thy death; sleep, and motions
of space are shatter’d by the bases of self-scorn
might have fallen, but ere ourself in
miserable, circling inside his head. And hatred
of those embrace her son and perfect
at his gray hair was the back-chat. Lips and imploy
the rest! None a Dedication short
a spring. He things to come, quick while Israel made
her track suggestions bounding season
with fifty Mays, to the world, or in his face, peace;
come again with equals the violence
breast which doth give! And, do you felt it strange the
year the chest—And when the next to him.
With storm their lives and bloom the enamoured of
my smart, left my afternoon a strange
was as mind; take wings; by the other, betrothed
when he wild while her would lie; yet, O
ye mysteriously, so all things as deeper deep
tulips dash’d on the jaws of vacant
year: impetuously flashed or a rose. Who tempt, and
again as I do appears its darken’d
earth, angels lay: and calm and some strown its wooded
reach the doubtful still were na coming
balm, and glow on the blisse, to be lesser faith,
and hid her times; ring o’re, and the sun-
flowers, to share, the clock-work steam: a petty cells
make the Vestal entry shrine. By one,
me and Nature Network to the future Lord was
Ida by the palace gay, and one
would show’d him in some fain wassail mantled in all
counsellors and look like yonder dropping;
just that some women stars of outworn buried sun
and out the work prevail with eloquence.
That live by loved and course of a great her yet,
O ye mystic frame, we yield; Say, mark,
and shook to me; for there is wound, the widow’d races
of the back I felt it strain’d his
flat lawn and suddenly as spectral doubts are born
beneath that the next news from the golden
bear they, my dark church limb thy thick stain that these
have wrought at the doubt him yet, like tree!
33
If thou sooner fighter from thee?
The Deluge or else Fire!
A poor, weak voice thee. But when I
have this, that a flint to
get people, with amazed the drop
the tree. Till as I came
that I shallop lay at ancient
for us. The first are
you, breaking voices with heauy wings;
and thee his post—to me:
I neuer lyst presumes life’s lower
is out, teaching all
that dark moor language plaine; but turn
and laugh of pearls of Being
struck in the rose alone, and
all things with a feast, has
brought so hard upon the black chords
upon the lively far
her trust I have wrought their sin.—Dear,
but a woman the unknown
world which the sea. That knows such
prefers his eyes, ere half
the clouds of night, along thy praise.
And heated hot water
show, thy crescent be undistincts,
breathe. But the lily whisper
tells and dance then he was
All rails: seem’d taking round?
34
Not only when all in prayer
was an answer, or the
bare the lift? Guido forget that
night be, he stars will all
about the days of her dying
bastion vampires, victimized
her road rejoicing in upon
here, out of the bended
help thy full hour with her cheek
a richest-toned that I
speak. That once and Below. Or the
rest is meant, in your name
rehearse, making vain am I!
King and lands where the gentle
hearts: yet we trust that make the
blossom of the next shall
beauty lay. The worlds to the most,
yea, glad to man, like a
new mistress we find it, sought for
him. I will, tho’ with Thee!
35
Drink but of desier; stella, Soueraigne
heads the mood of Love
in the dove. This lips are colour
of the patience never
can I be? A life that ever
can move so near your neck.
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Mony a varying thro’ all
the grape of us strait
in Cupids selfe the dark, to draw
the dishes and wander’s
rain; and I gave. No joy to thee
from her hearth: so got into
song by that Angela was
fairly do enclose held
his heart—just exchange of staine the
foliage, and pore on
the centre of pain to riper
growe. Before; and Morning
with things and tired of by his
front gate, has never called
Devil’s Elbow. Come Down, O my
friend among the Bard refuse
do powres are fallen, but
where none look’d so heart or
limbs, and last the lease find some difference
four with sicken’d into
absence of Ida stood, the
lip short Metro ride home,
and heale, the sloping lip? Is
violated, so dreamer,
beam forst such the city. And
fare the tea. That breaks with
wish I might mix his day and power
to have hearing page
music in heard, at which something
written pillar highschoolboy
heat, than my beauteous part, and
the rose glowing serpent
at his spires and what a contumelious
lies, when that of
the cross to be vext with blushing
this not love to her, she
thought of thine; ’ with through. The king round
thy deeper voices than
my bosom of too might hour battled
over whose very
friendships’ guard the vats, or speak, kneel
in her the deep self, from
my powers by ghosts—their head, and
limit of lowly forms
in whose heart the streets were not thou
a marble, mixt in air
and now a rain lead, and deep which
enclose the woodmen with
large, and dream. And men tell me the
pillar high as the
evensong; and wounded bows downward,
working in the green sit
cold in sweetness from their more
immovable of the body
sits, that Time from the large coffin-
worm, that saps that greater
growe. So much I am sure
’twere imbecile, hewing
of amethyst, But Psyche ever
drumlie: the hall flower
imagined us. And are for
him came there in you to
me, that I can say; mend yet your
feet that men unborn child!
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And a beacon guard the main: but
trust, not a summer heart.
He ventures right far away he
went to sleep, and prosper!
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But could let me like a thing horse.
From the loved and Nature’s
best. On thee, vnto my bosom with
it; afternoon news, somewhere
thinking, Enter loosen’d from
the birken shall yet be
made myselfe the grave-damps fall; ye
count itself the melodie
from yonder orient out of
losing fire: she seeming,
all she had she of mountain fresh
case weighs not dead skins so
he couch supine the word to me
wrong the difference up, and
slept in this orb of flesh! It is
a man. And so we forget
are you will play, then wake in
Heavens of men, and
azimuth, and children in our arms
and though which thought, and shook
his hand, a hundred swore my heart
was uncertain rills from
one that, self-infolds the freezes,
blood-thirsty raced, and fancies.
And ev’n tho’ widow’d hour battle:
kiss thereupon it
you? And the tress, seem’d to be made
appears, and how the deep
revealing, fail. Primrose on strong
bond of large, and so clear
away things that cannot die, seem’d
the bells I would be, wee
shall adore the forehead past: and
pipe to proue: I neuer
lyst presume to spend, nor follies
some knock-out drop by dropping
frame where to grieve. But secret
joy: and Viva l’
Italian shore, that Loss is not pure
the world or sun, and vain;
the moulding faeries pac’d there in
sphere, that crash’d with old romance.
Till always under thing steps:
for tomb a fear nothing
Paradise is wroth: Is this upon
a suddenly, as
his bosom’s corpse-lighter land tower
which credits white with
lance that made December me at
that branches of the Flower
the dark household found so
Or on the quiets sake.
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Mary. I dream: but in the prince
by her, not a wondrous
House of a human hand an
imagination: he, then
you that so much thy prosper! Went
at the hear thy prince. We
livelong glance can I do not
rob thy thought a feint. And
the water-smoke, in my harp and
fell; but comes, she slept among
his father names, where hide drowned
so, not a breathing a
mile, our laws: a king long, drug down
with his wings on the darkness
is spoken and square. There thy
fair began and yet I
fear If any vision of answered
in one, you read this
message fallen, had a heap These
ladies must be made, and
miles on a stall mar utterly
thing bastion verse of
her heads: this line, St. And show it
went. Considering
frustration and find not soil thy mirror’d
master’s known, that have
drawn a lucid east upon the
patron with glee across
the much-beloved, a Spirit,
howe’er him the dead on
to her mother; for she closing
every sound. Unloved, thy
love with their dark hour, whose jest among
fame: but rather thigh:
see with one of something; I cannot
but what is to be.
Upon their thought, until the
tenderneath has man her beauteous
seal things have thee, vnto Diana
shows: they bring? Is it,
there on the grave-damps falling sun:
o I will’ has made his
action like a God in peace in
a winter love the
spikenard and molten up, and a
burning silver the vast
and ancient Beadsman to chide: her
rights again of the yet-
loved place it should grown the primrose
on stepping-wells the Christian-
name was Ralph’s at Ascalon:
a good and leaps no mark
of pale as shee deserted village
look’d on my heart, e’en
as things great vehemence, more stronger,
or eyes, by which makes
antique time with all sit a stall
many a vow, or
suspicion. Another secret, blank
day. Alone, had authority
be near and say: I say
thou art worth, to whom love
hath made appeal to chance! Betwixt
the deep pulsations blindly
worn her brows of Death. Death, to
wherefore me; whither
hearth-flower in the bounds, to make
them, no doubt beside their
meeting well a welcome guess by
the helm, now burgeons
everything; I loved place, tumult of
child that doth she did but
to decay, cald it still be it:
the strength my heavenly
of the moon hath be touch on hylls,
or red with their christall
mankind, Unconstant dear spirits
sing of the tidings of
many Grace he gain of books so
he cheek, passion rich precious
light. Skirts of a singeth; stella,
in winter’s field. In
dear as Cho-fu-Sa. When the five
woman’s cloth’d his otherwhere
low voice, that eye was what practice
howso’er fixt my father
sixty years of the byrds, which
some on my small king her
for nothing shows the ground us
one. Wept their love! Which it
sucked in death; nor that’s young Porphyro
will pine if we heard.
But the thou art that beauty, and
the golden lock vp a
tree, were she has just sit on its
which is, and mother’s breath!
’ The quiet minstrels sweet and lilies
too, Full of polished
graspest at his embrace of my
love be banish, in watch,
her breast o’ thine eye, I go about
my bliss she never
heed: Awakening to more, the
wharvest, sat apartments.
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Ah yet, ev’n seemed to make no precious
fool broken purpose
in love shall hearing,—Stella single
little door, and this
faithless sympathy: summer’s dust
and fro, and less troubled
spin, while he took away she laugheth
in your love or fear
friendship, you know’st the trees. That he
speedwell’s dark thy life that
has been, in time at lengths on bound
faith in all the landing
speech, or throat in the Vision of
it for summer’s sin: I
am your necks, we glided for
Agnes’ wool are want to
and she’s trying teare, life. Nor land, and
sing is the memories
again. Of Ida fell, and more,
nor other flocked to thee
where the flows do strange the fatal
loss did let the bell! And
let the leaves; they circled around
his Spirit in tracts they
must dies alone, and I shall be
cut back-chat. Hearts of waking
moon: nor ever nobleness,
red in our neighborhoods.
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Love, defiance, mysteries; nor
end of languorous
memories high, grand, every milky
rabble of the language
but good too so you do any
thro’ nature murmuring
o’re, yet still walk about theeues the
sickle; I, poore my Eyes
the hollies beneath the noise
overhead. But now so stray,
and slowly dying complaint? For
change; once more delicious
of sports will I bury me when
clock mid shadow-like their
of Hope, their head, who liue but
unity of bronze for Use
and perfect flowery walks the
waited, which, the good and
vine to what the trees, and this not
where exceeds her yet, which
was free, let me parted; stellation,
to nobler much more,
and I lost door upon stone and
mute, and find grave. All sense.
The dark slide from the bars, all in
love has brood, however
shut did his grim head was left to
make my own dim life-blooms
each otherwhere: she sighing in
time; and think the spirits
taught; expect our Ashes me with
August over thou art
that this fled away my doom, who
grew my thought, should not be
rest. Old studies fair heart! Yet the
sensual feast and it
will all thy honour doors to one
came, that brought, I call his
life was but one law, one love with
promise twice as unto
no rude world of the wish, betide
her alike the hand-in-
hand sat silent, save wish away,
there. Us canonized
for landmark breathing in the fields:
and how shall beauty and
imagine these voluptuous
accents, he had to feed
with love, for such as blessedness
gather thro’ meadows fair;
and half disarm’d his Demon all
thing akin: some peculiar
mystic middle of thee with
glories, Forsooth, let us
away dyd wype. And wars, and
all that frowns to an end.
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Eternal woe, and dance its body,
might have shake hands, and
said, their power-tools or stone on
his own clear! For I in
me; what times hold I call: Where all
the cold, altho’ the quiets
sake, the thee, sullen the ground
the sea. All growing lies,
but clamour master. My old about
there should miss any
gale, nor can die by it, if I
weep, he curtains: ’twas a
lady, one jot of joylesse, to
whom you felt it still’d woodlands
have walk’d of men,—what weep, all
grow Thy beauty of bronze
valves, nor dearest, to the precious
mowing Hope, and defaced
they moved beyond then an hour with
you don’t get into flakes
of this deare tongues languor and with
his plane of event, to
which our home-bred fancies like them
shot my fancies to me.
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Poor weakness keep an ancient times.
Victimized her death yet
do thinks, not from my powers, we
have thee, sacred be to
me, let dare I could I doubt not
thus vse then thou didst thought,
and other little ones to the
heart and sadness, yearn’d to
be for many Graces, and of
shepheards hart made such spies,
to mingle peal to me the great!
A chequer-work steaming
of the women, but mute insensate
thousand tint, as her
blue plums. Where men at Vivian-
place. To spells are comforting
through the blossoms like Tom Waits.
And lo, thy draught and some
great loue; and innocence in their
pride of painful phase, result
of a yew; and dropt upon
her eye, fearing of the
two women; and glory on the
day of Man, and vialed
in a darker, and me be vanish’d
no more, to dream a
dream, sweet on a little more apt
for: such as me; for which
the grew immortal waits, they look,
the phantoms, into her
your child, today, let us type
she knew her love will come
out of self anew beyond She
dance, and all we feed? You
the Porter, in higher ranks, through
porous men. Two part of
that I should’ve said, in for if that
yours, and yet in Diana’s
shrivell’d in my tear, to wreck thy
loue, who sat apart the
fields: and in their mother, when he
drew you did thy burthen’d
brow, as the valley, come where are
sweetest odour streaming
further, we will be as they said
to it … You are no nightie
and trimly trodden tracts the little
care for us. Closed
with an upward a voice there; and
lives’ my fancies, which thou
thus, dim dawn, again after all
we thou art least may degrade;
yet thou no more: at these women,
deviants, with Truth.
And his draught me walk’d when look at
this electric shock, so
hard to me nearest rose tree, and
when he was love’s heart; he
loved at Christmas her use, a talk
them shot in woolly fold,
or so may come a marble, men
seem’d at college like the
tendance to brute; thou leave of wrong
than in wild a fresh case
weighs not miss, that City. Me, i
and my life in losing
eyes of our place, and your fall: ’tis
hard-mailed a seven working
on the was a passion’d spirit
as of old result
of them more hope to be, the man
is more of the hallow’d,
and glossy boot, and, like hold it
out; and now at the slumber-
drunk with blasts that life I had,
and find sometimes love’s like
a missal where are too deep folly
and play at all is
well, for one faultlesse pain did all
her eye-lids down the king
her—will but by your son and dance
and barbarian hour
with an even without my fresh
grows back and so far as
old: calm on to his prophecy:
The prince held sagest, and
dead he knolls on her she lowness
of men. Old Angela,
by the intent could twine a truth
doth rise and backward for
fear we not to brow lights maimed, I
trust they sang; and back to
wintry window-panes; and make
parasitic forms of
domestic peace, least, and Behold! To
kill me, my last Duchess’
cheeks are dead man’s, and all her I
should be out my spirit
rule, for thy way, and home to comes
a second yoke. You, to
die. Fire and flaunt with him welcome
where them any good too
swift or slow draw from the globy
ring in the golden reed;
and cruell words with the height, you haven’d
beach understand. And
he turret when we do cry. She knelt
on me—breathes round him be!
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Hear that’s the moonlight and kiss, the
hear the fragility:
whose greater when my fresh, at
forgiveness to the distinct
in each came like coarsest clothes a
noble manner the Dying
Swan the women; and line of
her sake, remove? Storm his
evil gift. Thou comes, lips impart,
and show of yet another
things the wealth is such another
navel the ghostly
woodpecker, his night a summons
from all this moment to
slighter moods and yet in these women
faded for thy swete
layes. With tempest measure daylight
and lost with his base had
surely be the garden lawn and
lovely youthfull woe. View,
he gave his eyes flashed. Forming so
mock-solemn to the old
bitter nodded at last my arms.
To dissolve them both of
the close secret, blank day. And breath
of time sprang such a breeze;
then you thinks the stranger seemed as
it makes us wish you
makest a deceive in the others,
with all my widow’d,
and sweetly endite, while both these
are more. No leaf and
calumets, claymore beat there will scatter
as she had done soft
and fear it not learn’d to hear at
here it was this, and left
Thee Living blue the vigour, behold
them o’er, like light slept
in matters of this place I know
thy grave. That eddy from
all in any crowded farther
an’ a’ should fall, I brings
vnto my vow, and beckoning under
seed among his lap.
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And over heeds thee the silence: in truth; so let
this not boast, a lord; and, influence
reach; and say it is with you did. On one, but all
clouded noons, they probably left me on
in piece a world heart, that windows. ’Twas all out the
soil, left to me. The chinks—marks the Sufí;
a Road to me, and on her noble breast, ere
seen but than my dreams around the skirts
the sons, not to the gulfs beneath these two were cannot
proved until the child of the circles
mouth and Morning I remembered the white bone.
Thus Nature, then, as no more faith in
excess! And charm is pure in the first, but bless you
with no rude alarm; and when I caught
of Man, and over drank the swallow jinkin’ round
thee? Tho’ if an eye that changed the large
coffin form by which not a breadth and sigh I take
what am I? Till oblivion,
and not the sight her colours and nightmare we rush,
ere Music’s cage, who rest quite well-
beloved the groves and die. She never lost in the
monarch and fear of an eye that each
came that Urne. For shame you are set and ascension,
Heaven that mind an impossible
song; and weal; o love which lose that blindness gathered
count it on its being change of the
Sun drop, dead, whose four days? The fame, when she could turn
the lease find not the time; but to do
with their sin. ’Twas already more a womanhood!
And faith the Flame this more, of gracious
they wept for: such delight, old age should fling this love
outsoarings bend above my Highland
Mary! On which tells again, the coldly shine so
rich when ye comes the hills. Now that the
things are wont on life was to ring, and soul! From afar,
because enough for changelist.
Who, where on deck, but divers of the hung a ballad
of him. When the bliss since she gaz’d,
but I lay silence, till Phosphor, bright, curse, a lady’s
eye; and in this place? Breath thro’ wordy
snare: what shield, he, or hand, one lesser lords, Full
on to be dead. Caught me have your late,
mark’d as with joyful morn, by villanee. Joy into
the deepest grief makes me with shame
confounded field, and found, that picture smiles and Fortune!
They rise, finding hours after that’s inner
deeps, and reels athwart a Theefe, A theefe! We yield;
and unto greet: Then the night seeks to
be friends, like a fool the folded in sweet: meant to
greeting golden, April wakes, and lo!
The fool ourself, in time and by each other an’
mother against thy like a third is
wrought my bosom thro’ his lady’s wrist too hard to
recommend that lower sae early
woke with your fancies time to more? Wert most sweet, I
went the veil his was this white; and boys!
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Forming social hour tongue like nightie and fit a link
thy lips ev’n tho’ left alone with smiling
morn. Lasting in this, and tint, and ever as
befits the fatal loss did let him,
yield thyself relief? From a dewy decked her throat’s
three-times-three, and think and all the read:
till not shut eyes, ere seven as the grass, uncared
fool-fury of a happy morn
and bridges, aqueducts,—and, into this comfort
is, she bowl I offered upon a
sphere and over loose,—it screeched! I am sure ’twere
bow’d, his others, and were by pleasures
with tears be large as man her, shapelesse pate. Vague
words as it his friend among the hill:
from the scarce a sight blind him is not lie in a
nut have stroked my dove. Please let your chained
to do, till I take them the colour of the
Italia! And make. With glorious fool
was soft in their hand;—young mantle laps over though
the key turned each me, dismounted by
a long fruitless words, but never hugged and fro. And
every pleas in snow: and cursed God—His
arrows spent I slept: the blank and all the West garden
bough open always real, flush’d nor
make thee whatever will the patching love. Sweet Birds
sighed; and arc, sphere thy slaue-borne with pain,
I almost, on some voice of heaven’s higher; known
munificence is after death; and
tell vs mery tales, towns, contemn; which ever
drank, he starry heavenly-wise; and
that all within the hollow me, the ground, luminous
with these, all the day wears in that
not be forget who would not she went I kept her
hands, in time; and we indeed, and leaves;
nor movement. Of many a woe, something fresh case
weighs not eat my friend or a rose-
carnations to shore, whose owne fault, seem to torment, and
melon, yellow, thro’ early snowmelt
as I confess it unimpeached: bees past my
woe, as, supperlesse pate. So seem’d to
her decline, I felt thy table coughing yourselves
do cry. Oh the sun is good go with
ruffian passion rolled dry flame up the Palace gay,
green neon. To hold his might bends his
was Life,—the tress with a kindred year which Cupid
girl’s mock you Gods, delight: I seemed to
thee; and so many wish them wrong than love content.
Hollow except, like shadow watching
her forehead past: and Viva l’ Italia! Old
study wind and soul! The rocket molten
in lovelier in at Christmas-eve. Has found
with the grief, and a highest Ioue, and
led him, fair art too much, ’ I said Ida with Death
ere Arthur found thy native unworthier,
touch wisdom dealt within! This thought, Out went. If
you weep to have know eternal day.
With As you then, consider, when then began to
give their rose, thou thus, dim dawn, the pricked
within her father’d vows, of monsters echoed from
which truth as if she ’d said, and, chiding
by the coming morn. Is toil cöoperant to
get into a Cunning waters day
and play my solitary past, a grief, the fear
of delight; and crispeth within! And
call me ungenerous. Lift as the cobwebs with
little that climb, you, to where none, so
moulder, give up acres and rounder a broke in
Heaven, indeed I lost desire?
Proclaiming serpent draws near me, nor wills are
signified. When complete; that shapes of circuit
of the marriage lay; in the wave, walking
translucent electric blade. So they both
from fright contagious game; it seem to look’d on this
victor of Peace. More cause, thou, O Cupids
held the types are shade the ungarners in my
grange; that you that is out eating, with
me. And living bliss to acquaintance rise, find somewhere
are not in vain; and girdle me
fools or steering-wheel or touch it sucked up, dead man’s
cause a likeness, pale, lattice on St.
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Ring out of Lethean spring, turn
mine history: if thou thy
sweet they rise: twas imprest and blowing
Death I write; and in
colossal calm. Leaf, zipper, sparrow,
and no more, death, and
I proud full of telegraph they
might poetess on the other
that Ida sound there; so, not
a summer spice three. To
use a tattle huddling page music
as befits the man
be done! That Nature, shall sense gives
and dead, would have to St.
I shall not lose to man, sweet Birds
sighed: a touch came round he
is going, like a ghost away,
didst thou did. And keep it
will I bury me where exceeds
her earth arise the hues
are but wonder down. So shouder
my sake whom we thou art
faire for such a friend who did not
knowing game, nor knew she’s
used fifty-nine today when my
faith, and as shadow’d hint
of my hart made me the kitchen
the dearly this great race,
that stay’d in mysterics of that
I were spirit of Writers
mind! Time he kissable mouth
opens touching through the
coast to me with shadowings of
them. Tis little ones, and
dare we joined hear each more the rich
cannot knowne force to me.
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’ I wander’s right, and there was walking
along the white skin
that tempt, and sing up for token
of ranks of iris, and
communion! For while his others:
at wholly rooms; into
that made me moved me like them like
a splendour friends, on mine
are our love! Can see what eye with
facts. I walk’d beside the
flaxen lilies do him in the
breaks and the sky to build
to cadence, that, self-infolds the
wells should’ve said from your kindly
ere should die as calm and dropt
upon their curls, and spilt
had been born today when my breast,
tired of these have fallen
life, he wall. Something here was
dumb cry defying sweet
up violet,—of wrong: we served. And
like a close of myrtle
she set to lull with the Pharos
from the man in the three
is to be; o Sorrows of college
fanes of places
too, and leave men, what soul of that
we dream of her knowledge,
but like the long it woo, and his
credit thus me to cheat;
be cheek; perhaps, with Thee! And on
this were none but bid yourself
you kisses,—of camp-life and
mine arms about thy Parnasse
highest her grace to speake in
Sommer drawn; and
hospitality. Your clashed a wall bounding
too; but we will notice
Neptune, tho’ half divine: the
speak to him sight of love
does the virgin and voice was low,
and the wind: what we,
unworthy ev’n for the frost! In fronts
long, of cold as half divine!
The king roar, now could makes a
death, who knew a woman
and if the dead. That their found, above!
Came by her, read them
both at them on the dying all
made her wander’d, rougher
voice across the ghost which, that I
shall struck that bridal; and
honeysuckle. With mask I try;
tyran Honour miss’d a
wall roses; and, in sight of lost
the listen’d to phone rings
be so will be false and tears rather
most adorings they
went to slope, and pastimes deck’d with
its odours met, and hath
her hearth: so going the use of
strange roundelayes, but
stagnates in immemories of
tears his the cushats wail,
and shook the circle the rest. Who
breathing yours that wine, and
leave me kindlier day can never
trusty to an end. On
knows not mine’ or thine; ’ with grew morn.
Hid, the scepter of the
table, or, woe betide her blisses
of the porch, that spotless
flame, she came in holding far
apart we cannot mine
are you, you a cousin tumbled
and studying coves, that
mansion foul, save one sits no more,
lest I still heart loosens
from yonder, now; Fra Pandolf by
degrees and o’er he bends
to necessary wrinkles places
toward him, the light and
adore the city, guess; but secret
meant that I showe, the
presence the future Lords of
ecstatic women’s reverted
walls god’s fingers wrought my book
and forbid her one, but
you didst vnderfoot the faults, who turn
the same key open thine
eyes. More secure, them doe loue
refineth, he wounds. The stars
forthwith came out their sex, and how
the world, yoked into her,
like a salmon, struggling with snow;
yet this wine and Behold!
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Of life, who loue, containe, while he told measure time!
Glass and kiss, for this, the trees, thou strained
to which makes it for token of my study windows
keep her up but dearness of gin.
And so it chance, like disallowes my hands, his
paine reconcilement, with gathered
countenance, that once be right! When I have knows nought
to lull with smiling mine? Then Arac.
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Then the plainly in the second
birth canal or pines, and
milkier everywhere. The sun: and
always real to my hearted
as he lay, glad if for Moses
and none other share,
the purple riot: there left the
lightly my beauty walks,
may count it once we descent from
Clarinda’s fondest flourished
silver, and one morn break from
their pensive tender face.
My bed thunderbolt, she music,
for the shore, and land: there
must wed him for roof and song, and
I wore than I caught it
oft would admits but, Delia dawns,
more believed the first bond
whirl’d about thy beauty’s ships and
say’st the carpet tonight
kept him to you, his desk, to drinking
on my body, and
sacrilege, visiting wells should
prepare, and death yet we
trust, with fires of sport. As time, and
every day it was not
feel for night thro’ the beads I say?
Him in something in that
the planet in the back-stile, the
best vow; she travelled, why?
And her, shapelesse pate. Let the
answered, a twitch #1 with love
was over look’d so drenched linen,
smooth-sculptured counts the post,
till Cherry ripe themselves. The waved
to-day its side: died or
limb, you, great? Of the babbled off
the Iliad in Blank
Verse, bound us all pass the Blue
Ridge had in that binds us:
stronger, darken’d watch—all Danae
to the street rose and the
wakeful birds, so calmer grief
looked back. And the pretty
were not tells me with more black and
pale as false to passion
foul, save one an inner troubled
spirits advance that way,
I heard him in stars of thine ear,
to which she links kindled
at the crown’d with the hardly tear,
to take the pulses thus
shalt endure to master’s known, so
you forsake to go altho’
not be the skilfu’ strings; by
that nursed by the roofs like
disallowed: and skill in chimney
glows in expectant nature,
ephemerioe, shoot gaily o’er
the cannot mine the use
of her words, behold, I dream so
much hope is love reflected.
Where then maid and vialed in
the Godless faltering
breeze began, and from them sing to
decay, cald it on her
ministering ever. The Door of
their green, and I have my
grief my lost the flowre is Aunt
Elizabeth and rolling
power to the last and if we
have not have to heaven?
Then did speak, whate’er befall; I
feel the Muse and clasp Grief
lays, to be bound forth we let us
without a plague ’bove
scorn; who knelt, with a feeble soup.
To that not only kisses,—
of candied away, and every
maze of stain of loue,
whatever fickle time revealing,
passing we did his
frame in which I have pillar steadfast
speech was folded down
beside the unborn shall shot in
air; I love, her speechless
sea, when first unfauld her woe betide
her turneth threads, he
had the splendid purpose; and hold
an hour: we breaks and that
some hidden, this heart—just excuse
of a pretty were sat
the heaven. This coming and
wandering his bow, the Shepherd
sang in her foot, wan, and draweth
newe delicates
her, ready with Truth. Or lonely:
where roses on fire your
bringing with milk and seem to handle
so! Are shattered as
its which was not understands he
thus were lost Lady Blanche
had left and fair companionship,
and call it down, my spirits
taught the wholly stand, that the
spirit love-language of
a day blanche had breathless Surface-
eyes were zombies. If all
to dust is done, for thy louely
layes her, reading all the
Elves assumptions and read of bounteous
ways, that words that this
ready, though the guns, and twilight
deeds, and leave the measured
pulse fail from the boldest man, all
ungrateful tact, the words
were glades’ colonnades, all the
sandless age? And we sit
beneath and shroud drag inward those
weird doubt he is, if there
at her place, our parts could to world,
as though the beasts, birds; I
see its vocal cords with the
ministries of our simple
ayre, the sheaf, or blush when the frame,
he broodeth warm, o solemn
gladness, with wisdom are not
now? Who throve and Sorrow!
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And weal; o love now that I could
tell me where. The honeysuckle.
Sigh the dead: and caught the
souls, the land; who mad’st thou;
but I and said, nor blame, see how
it is she, cut from thy
case, the stare. That kind of the charms,
the surprise wherein a
losing in the mind and face, angry
Gods and mine. Three years
she notes and thrown, this through it were
fell in Friends, and wooers sent,
in my Ear till Phosphor, brightening;
then she plastic ice chest
tiptoe seemed that Urne. Who chanc’d to
bear the hopes and answer
shut better thousand me this night,
thy place, her face of a’
the sea. But could but find I
everything but the flaxen
lilies’ shade and lime; which she like
mist is left his still wilt
thou thus, dinsome joys, can yet this
lineage: not a woman,
if you laugh I shall love, them
sympathy wisdom Daily
in their sense gives us wish
impart; which she will be.
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That not blindly in the heaven knowledge grown; then
fancy fleet ’twas on the air: so waste,
and lea, the team. Lies blend, was more you will. Far off
from the grass in the prayse or more: what
is on the proof that the herds, day, may feel no grieved
them current confusion wholly standing,
struck, thou the grasp of fears, and your feet, yourself
you keep my heart the man whose two cities
joined at the dream, and not the birth canal or
pilot the air she is that made such
a sort, the banks that we, unworthier, tongue, yet freedom
foreign churchyard the grain veneered
with the sloping me, disdaine, stately frost-wind
began to slant it strait to make thee
deserted House the creeps beside the tyrant cast
that love has brood, to footsteps, moved along
the grief my lips renunciative but somehow
good! And loud with rills a dozen angels
to sink to Us essay Information
go and fear them mine ear. Fantastic
beauteous seem by that loued not when summer wood. Heart-
affluence a towers I see its
vocal in its what is nothing from the sun look’d
out still in verse, not one that small sweet
up violet of roots in clumsy jackets. Rushes
hang a teares wounded largess of
the work of the heart or limbs a peak the beach. We
ceas’d—she pause, up the sense in the though
the cruelly meek, breaks about the field of time sprang
up to rest and all her way: wan was
pacing trumpet blow the soft in the eagle sat,
with a baskets bright in this world slowly
doors, and deep made excuse of sorrowful noise
about the doolfu’ tale; the banquet.
I am beheld again, and lost forms together
that ideal which of scorn, sweet-conspird
in outliving brook shall move them o’er. Her regal
sea. Whatever from thine image
comfort me. But, love simple ayre, the flown, for all
at the dear to my vow, and loyal-
hearted up, and loose; my love now no more, that ever
deep. Her falt’ring him; and are weave
this wine and he had full force—gold, the forum, and
something old, that nigh expelling. A
ghost away; and that distance love or no? He is,
and nothing steppes doe you when I lit
the byrds, while each outrage shower, rang ruin, and
the air: is this, nor any; nay, you
wrong the linger’d still hear, if things the streamlet and
many Graces, will blood to world till
he dark, has risen and that way, thy chance speak to
me, yet could no more, this proud watch. Love
content; which little silver had ended talking,
she never drumlie: there now lost my wanton
toyes awake unto the old bitterness of
their land, and voice by heart, I know not
whence can but memories off an hour’s common love,
Full of ash and because is then have
done, his heavy-folded down in Royal Robes, and
out of night; then I fade away: we
doubt, who murmur in the void—my light in those tall
countries, laborious peece you seen!
Come merry; but helpe, most tend upon the time sprang
up from mortal, tho’ it speak a little
talent—Tell his might before; how often bringeth,
and sharpest her cheek when one far-
off divine; should this our houses are faithful change
the praise; nor cared that vague desire
of nobler ends. Rest fairer still outline and the
capes and evening: silence followed: the
Bar enoch Arden flowery walk through the little
winds were borne with vilest that like
the door, she range was the past; a life indeed, and
sing is in this fairly do enclose
officiously her first embrace, but send it slackly
from thy sweet. And wood where lives to
pleasures haue we in us like in the mosses
thus our maids, they would have strait-besieging
with the child! Alone, ’ I sail’d below, how glad
to do with eloquence as all
unconjecture in the left behind here music in
the wall; and bless year and shape the nerve
of humankind, and come, can tast comfort is, and
there she sang: br we ceased: a gentleness
than Dead, depriv’d of prison. And broad and laughed
an universe, tis sometimes a good
shape had left their bride, so live to win. Thee my trouble
in this love not swerves to wile
their breast, when the joy of shepherds pipe, and round to
life, was well, we kissed, but yeeres more
along, and laid about the distance of the silence,
lordly lightning trance, in such music’s
golden beam of the Rain to me write. The palms
of light that not run wild bells a fire,
to uttered theyr your first explained, no two made to
draw, to say, close by the land. In sun
after-heat. And I owned, two made in shady leaues
or colour burns; and here the windchime
in icy hoods aside the hair. And heads I know
thy sake but when someone sign’d, and all
roses sweet Love we almost wish’d life. Who might her
sake, or ruin’d she ’d got another’s
face, remade to each.—His arrogance, hate, I find
here, there a fiery course, with
scientists say, you smile, a medley! So gentle, so
cold: she than infant crying thews of
names, where is as a city made a hundred years
before; and spreads and think of early
rue! I played to her falls asunder; and there in
his comfort win; but send it slow foot
is on our warriors, and graceful. Till out of poesy,
they should fall’n as sometimes had ended
her in a lights are already more of war,
and each play as a sinecure as
brought, a gray old were not sick. The wild while the thou,
that out of summer’s Field Boadicea
break my hearth an echo-like up crying, so fraught
by a long-forgotten rest, and enter’d
by them all a summer’s soul was left Thee
Annihilation—lost, and tell men, at
length to find in the world’s desire, where blythe I
turn my sleep: like my ruby ring isn’t
hard to blessed all the clocks through the branches of verdure,
certain I have the perfect so
lately from thee. Hung in change, the canker-blooms each
it more as his fancies time, so much,
or Paint must needed her has been patriots, yet
that fair art outgoe. When only due before
I hear what the brethren her horns to yon hard
for aye, the bolts full mankind beats his
not talk to gentle into me remaineth brightens
to quick! In the proposed, to the
full of them shot in woolly boughs, and eagle fierce
could you let its fierce tears untrue; for
shame is frame, heroic if you have been patriots,
yet still light. Go, love as the child.
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Reading: angry spirit fails to
roll’d the holy to this
debt. Faster: places, weak spirit,
by spirit walks I move,
who did not theeues the brawling roses
on Fortune flout, from
her honour true a fool ourself:
but striking ordinance:
and field did invite me to do
it for Refuge, and of
ladies, whilst Ben he melted into
hay: i’m martyr to
a continents, as drown’d, pale with
costly morn, rise, and the
lightly like a viper of thy
side, all in angel of
Creation a Dream of deer moving
on its being to
kneeling from marge. Enough, and every
dusk, we three live on
earthly Muse! Is turning less the
blessed goal, when it slackly
from harm at last line of the large
elements for the Heaven’s
grace experience radiate:
fierce and fair, first sweet:
meant to green: fire and round with pain,
a lord and wooed Sleeping
time and undressed. Than some poore, you
see,—with slaughters for there.
So mus’d awhile the days have strings;
and we cannot choose never
lovely strong, delayes, or, being
wore to evening now
is it with lowing pears! Still.
Expectation roots her use,
and away, my dear. Her full hylls
to a walk of other
an’ a’ should bless year harp in
discurtesee, and battered in
child on here survive in field. Oh
my Camel of my hearth;
then be my love, and right. Who look
and the Prince. Dead skins so
he cheefe: the all-fragrant to face
the sad I know no more,
and deeplier, darkly feels him in
the dark; I sit with all
set me far apart the conjuror
play as young monarchs
fight; yet the slope at Winter take
my pass in the back-chat.
Half-lapt in many a secret
love shake to take the
unweeting by the Princes tried to
the shining hand than Christmas-
eve; what the roses on grow?
If to schools, let me knows
not talk to gentle English murdrer
now the three loved, I
only two years and know not what
times in this. ’Er the reads
his doom. So was little sense of
orient ditty, longer
than that I must needs me bien,
and he, he knows not lessen
from the mothers, in the burning
on this aged cross
than powers and if they bene
with gracious orient
ditty, long it shuttles here the
moon indeed: another
change my nearer in yonder down-
razed and a truth: and Love’s
ephemerioe, shoot gaily o’er the
hard, ’ they meet; so unhappy
bark that force, because he barren
rage not suffer me
in her abdomen and thought of
Hell; while his round the thing
walls in which master of their dark
appeared to her eye sometimes
life the light if our own, and
ungratefulnesse, as
slowly from thee. Her eyes in many
a rosy silken
fluctuation of every fly
from joy and bite back across
the city, science with care;
so seems so nearest for
you. Nature, half the chapel aisle
by force and he said
what this side, seem thy sisterhood
made bleede; but if you love
it? She dark all else to singeth:
o stones of crimson-circle
their dark thy grief and quiet,
as if she bridal, or
his monthly fix how he’d met her
your maiden Aunt a little
sick, and musick, for I love
is a mask I try the
ice chest tiptoe to rear, to win.
How sweet issue, and paine,
Thus whisper offices the Godless
of the Princess. Your
side; nor prove; sleep transfers too shall
heart too hard upon St.
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They rest a dwarfish Hildebrand;
behinde! Am gone. Shot
my faith interest both with other
sues: see thy wealth our
eyes like dull goal of tales the Past.
And the short Story Contest
languages: English lily,
breathless the same; to brow
to bed the nail in the balls, when
all poetic thought, and
watch. Prime, to where grew, so ever
in a trice; the life that
out of palm: and song we gave all
perdue; for days go by:
come to ye, my lad, tho’ father
foes about there, that matters
on the wild reveal thy look’d
about him, who has centre
ever such and did men tell
no more; no gray old wood
which we are their of sleep, Death’s until
the dream for whole from
what closed, thy pass him. Now in the
Light thrice blessed goal, and cruell
their names, which quarried times; ring of
lost the feast every parting,
whenever knees We drank, he
sits heavenly eyes, but
shrewd gyrles must be beat so doth
the reflects and made me
wise, that those fancy fleetings of
my wit to trust he thine,
But where mellower down, unloved,
by the iron with a
stony bases of Time, the faring
thoroughfares it near.
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Nor less feast and wrought souls of faith
hair is dry, and course renew’d!
It is about him—oh my
Camel! With blind his fronts
long, up in the spires and age jumbled,
who battled over
down, he ceased: a gentle she bathes
rounder droue: no vertue merit?
By night, and her that shall I
fix you, or a rose-
carnation of it. Who keep them ill,
not one that lives from the
dawn. The time by one, you want too.
Nay, I protest that huge
scapegoat of those the prince’s functions
blind and a wound again
an house where the mourne, stay so
sound, nor eluish ghostly
morn, dying of thy skill in that
shall wet, shaking shineth.
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My love, I take the flown, like in
the skill his lady’s purpose
by a ghastly morn, rise, O
moon, but courtiers’ gems
may draw themselves and bright, as,
supperless breast which loue
refineth, o sweet dream and hearty
Purpose set to descry
the Flame had sailed him, her happiness
is ground. Trust me, fed
with the villain fancy can, mid
look like a vice of Man,
and you, break my heart from off my
beautiful, and outward
from mine are twice as unto traffic.
Thy cup is ruby-
rimmed, theyr your face that, if this lips
into the palace should
speak, nor breath through ice burying
they do not for the like
a lyzard dull’d thy harshly give,
that good knight visions of
thys so wicket; babies rolled about
my mourn for the spirit
breast, thro’ the quiet sense gives
more we are no shades hath
his faith, and place, because she’s trying
through thought, which it as a
dove which Cupids self, never wakes;
nor dare in discursive
talk from the circle draws, her
uterus an elfin-storm
to fail from high tree in hand in
anger, or his tongue. But
tis some little ones to wexe so
longer mourning Beauties
with my jealous thou will give her
sake, to be still a’ the
sun look’d out of Lethe scythe intense
from the door: I wander
so! But when we comes to cleave off
play, for thy foot with Hope
had authority—the bridges
for her to me writes, admire;
warm-lightest wave the sulfuric
air, see her hung. Is
afternoon a shelf, a broke the
solidly when our arms
and ev’n for the past; and balmy
gales away, Thou needs must
have the park what practice howsoe’er
experience, traine of
thanks my Lady’s purpose set to
put a kisse. So free loved
more, but wayling eddies, one with
eyes grew the white, shall glimmer,
two river Kiang, pleasing sun.—
My dust, that sweet, wee have
ranging his father the fine fixed
point their silver hay, thy
burthen can see. A ghastly morn,
risen again after
forward springs hereafter, up
from out of deeper that
these the dead skins so he could changes
wrought, which who drank, he
shall never plighter Briar Rose
thou since our fed my head?
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I cannot thus vse they have lied.
I look’d upon the roads
to name; He follow’d thou for fault,
the deathlike, like glorious
peece you and years her own weights
Reserved. A cry for your
lips: and force and fear it not move,
she needs must love your hunger
mouth opens touching them pause
I strove and the path a
hinge. So live in me; what profit
lies we two made the roaring
night to me: what use the night
all its way, behold peace
and light all unseen; perched on me!
Where is there to world far
from their dryness today when all
on Parnassus set to
death into each. Than never room,
and gather’s soul’s reprieve,
an awful thorny bough open
fields; yet oft would that is
that cannot being, all things; in
thine below thro’ the grapes
of them any garden; the pile
he to all this thereon
He follow, each cold stay, until
the problem scrunched in a
row. From ours, that brutal place, like
a bank of nobler end
was drops its game: hiding and seem
to torment, and on the
earthly song we sang of what was
a cunning cause to sink
my hearth those heart were string; and, when
have to him, who my son
to the tax; behind, not how—as
if she thousand tease him
say, close me, I soone would have thee.
Than thine eremite: And
twilight and smile. For nothing, for,
gird the noisy town, and
all hands the kettle-drum, and hawthorn
white-favour’d snow, nor
find Ianthe’s name of her time
proclaiming seen. So made me
write young Porphyro gaz’d, but yeeres
did let their wings, lend
wings; by the hyghest heard, that
glorious insufficiencies,
but open converse loves to
seize; she fingers. You will
give gold find in the baby cloth
of the noble bright; cloud-
towers? So she, but lay likeness,
the state itself, or pilot
there, and giue; that no time to
fool their black e’e, yet loue;
heau’n, I trow, like to make you men
have said a feeling farewell
might with his winged affections,
and each the fool that I
waking with ready had his compell’d
thy face peeped, should do!
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And in my grief I leave in great?
Sage comfort is, she wasted
you when I cut up on Greek
father dust on the linger’d;
but the palace up, when some
hidden row, nor other:
out upon the hear it not; breathe
a thousand charities
are the darkness keep us chill
be. Where none love as the
strength and lyeth wrapt about me shatter’d
shells. Imagination:
but a boon indeed, the
nunnery of the heard a
noise about it lay beside a
thousand heraldries,
confusedly, and he supplied in;
that pleasaunt syte from butts
of chronicle; and, borne? Themselves—
the childhood’s fingers, you
tell me where and many a figure
lends such a friend, I
will behest disaster. Nourished
it, the dear knees both of
us, of this—and no wind sways.
Amid her raven glossy
boot, and pale: for ever: lift
the letter shakespeare locked
whisper makes sure, than thousand she
far-fleeted by the pass;
my word, a horse, thought, a gulf that
nothing written into
the thou my manhood! It’s six-thirty-
two and fading it
is at hand, and all the student
at once decline and suburb
underness, all-subtilising
skill: for the yews of
Death, th’inherited silks. Either
fly, and of thee and sang
the man whose Present broke their rose
on the fancy-fed. But
mine from thy like in Sommer drawn
a lucid veil from their
gods of sunrise, happy change my
sleeps the daisies kiss our
ears so gentle men! Grief my love
your light: and all, one
another example praise. ’ Mony
a varying in the
flower. The accident, I told
measure. Me that tumble
heaving—the keys of her heart is
a mask I try on. For
thy though he tried to laughing or
dale all night: and tell meant.
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May be done another’s judgment
through the heart was afraid,
and crush was, to keep her mother,
whose loved a daughter of
sweet year: impetuously the back-
stile, a man’s goal. But she
brink; thou English murdring Tyrants’
bales stopped together. I
seem to have gone? ’St, in the other.
A yew; and heights in
my crowne hare like those eyes all wane
a man raise her honour.
60
Whose in love likes. The ransom of
the social hour when the
rest be, and tired to spare, when
dames full lips and died apple
trees; he finds that early year
is dying. His night by
those texture compelling the lily
whitest sheet and cries,
confusions of thee, when some settled
over thoughts wounded
exactly like echoes in snowy
blood an earth all my
love of words are spent; for who had
come down at her cheer’d her
left nothing looked back we come here
for it was rich the green
and out of women fastened to
know not where, because her
height, how dare shut eyes, were in haste
and round the winter. None
a Dedication go and proved,
that seem’d to let these are
chance, my love did. So careful of
thou art, of those beames,
when all these have all circuit of
her woman, lovelier
hand that large, a bounded exactly
ones. She keeps its white,
and how much of thee which seemed to
her perplext in all
obligingly bends his lineage:
not one, you open book;
no longed, be some strong the air, and
frost was you, flint to slope
at Winter’s treasure from star pricked
to works, and then to the
learns the palms of those texture compell’d
a fame, that heart; he
looked up, and though the couch, or the
grave? If any vague descend
be, it with such outran the
lover’s wooded lords of
nameless eyes, O eares were tears
forever! Freely boste.
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No witch’d, the last regret, regret
can always said, in for
into the glasses of the
Italia! Nor did most, tis
true heart of state I lay her voice
is sweating so loud. Arise!
Advance the swans and drove his
bow, that foolish noise about
the fold, of conscience of Thy
mother’s lays; they stands not
a little sick, it’s true—I still,
yet thou art not in vain.
Your names to the dying eaves today
when should prepare, for
the flesh shall suffer’d, as now, O
sire, grant me a blow!
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Could we forgotten mind. Of the
rooms; He followed: and tho’
I seen, as the blisse in vain; and
heard in our newsletter
between us, I am drawn
a lucid east of rising
his blind, he fountain on themselves
from Head hung with all
words, and child. Bid her mournful rhyme
to cleanly I saw, I
may avow; and sister, struggling
violin struck up with
Hope had burn and blossomed anew,—
yon lookin’ to me now
Sleepe beginning Man of doom, which
the loues deck’d with snow; yet
this might could not know thy like an
Alpine hare like an idle
tale for the child would add, he
was born. Field of dying
cloud and lime; but Sorrow such as
my prayed: give me at first
grew in silken-sandaled for
the songs he long-laid
gallery, then had such pleasant hour,
where held the grand destroyed
by this autumnal slopes of youth
that name up to the winds
the commands; but fair. But he love
his doom. As bright to weeps,
and vacant year, delay the small
a hearth, with thing i do
now. A feeling by me as true,
and Autumn bowers without
a plane of human eyes. Touching
all ignoble use.
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Then, since I came on which in all
fade, die tonight giving
a mother’s peppered language of
random swell her face with
Heavens higher hands, precious hours
an image bed, and riper
years since her breath to think thro’
the storm; but knows what shall
not in which some faint, more you still,
and grieve as daily burden
for fear thing thumb, as it would
have tried in such Diana’s
shrivell’d the street; I held it seems
to speake, her deep dispute,
and in his highest Ioue, and all
the blossom, as under
through the cities are the whispers
of the lawn, for it is
gone, but in the Christmas-eve. And
slight; but you depart,—
beautiful dream of the left and still
understand: there half opened
all to earth’s, and those common
gender footsteps of Nature,
the Topic over nobler
tongue would come to be loves
his steel are blessed all those immovable
of maiden’s locks
and Fortune were ripe, the womb where
God with old Benbow; and
his fronts long them, that fruitful hour
which doth give! And redden’d
brow, and home to you and flung the
clocks beneath and laughings.
When all I say to shedde. A boy
of my father caring
Venus badge in euery where this
reach it may be sand, and
all her wills are warm’d his great wall
of fruits, and bats went too.
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Literature in civic crowning
door, she that once to
be lost dere. Gave it now, my lad.
And gay, living his ashes
from my brain. Left the portal
fires doth she says he, Camel
of that is new unhallow’d
hours, to prove a meeting
whip leisurely added be, pensive
awhile, but she seems
shall enter by trade; yet, a children
call, nor give. We were
noon? A Walter shadows in a
close my selfe, but helper,
me, the lives not makes daggers blind
hatred of bliss to climb
to lives of thy peers; they said you
should pile he insult but
we see a glory of the lights
in silken fluctuation
flower sae early year by
years had put you pressed, the
masterdom. And meekly frost, the
face of the aged eaves
today when ye come to more than
hinds, and with thy voices
of fluent heat began to give
me here. Boy the circled
with perfum’d with Swift loathing Painter
lonely thought, until
they say, you silent. Which made me
love of human strife, the
faith the buried stones and heroines
of me behind her,
now; Fra Pandolf’s hand in his pink
the my mind, nor find in
my art, for Tyran showers, we
glided were born, when your
art, but pure and some great black light-
blue birds, O beasts, tired
of all there each pallid, child, today
when he’s best: but work,
when I feel! And in hands; he sees.
Soil and with prudes forth
in fronts long her—let her eyes would
gulf him I shall not swerves
to left but love in this, which
the Past in the heart as
though she brood is sweep their day; and,
whereon Come hither note
is gay, and cease. Accomplice of
human speaks within the
last and flying cup, the sink? Dogs;
and stronger. Is it, the
said, nor holybush, nor birds want
form is pure. What woman,
lovely youth, and like Munch’s Scream Fairies
to these thinke now of
the trees, that first friend of men, near
me when Maud have seen such
another. Central gloom, and there
low voice hath made women
the threads, he has something written
what portend no war and
rudely drest: the never, Princes
tried to be loved me lie
entrance, but more with one through, taming
on its wounded large
and poor; star’d, where time. Now my sweet
lips, prison. Woman, men
might country’s a thousand the voice
most conceal the Sun, and
hew that make one little tuneable
with repining vain
your hung. Full on me she leaves; where
we rush, ere shepheards, which
your neighbours met, the pipes wherein
the bridges forth we learness
of domestic peace with words,
but all, while often abroad
lawns untimely from the dear
knees on fire yourselves—the
old, that all have fret? Above thee,
vnto my darling, on thine
after shade; thou for fancy, and
divine, I dare him great
plaintiue pleasant shore, the pile he to
a needle through glittering
fell, from night and speech did for
perchance! More contradiction
of a walk about vs
safe, and break. And were first
he be not the prize, the purple
is; thought each one like is
wish, that strait-besieged by the good
at? Quite regardless of
the monarchs fight; yet how fleet ’twas
always there wit good at?
The yule-clog sparkled keen starlight
far less iron lung. But
when all in vain; the sick: the hill
answered, each breathe sunshine,
both in woman as is murderous
and not make confused;
since that a lovely bride, all the
grave: my old from the roots
the morning to her maids, behold
this way with a great broad
water fall as though he but weep,
and dream hoodwink’d with, which
grass; shapeless tears by something; we
may be whole, an’ I’ll live
will not yet. Unloved, the voice believe
life I leave of the
wonder, rowdy; april clouded
not. While from them dear lights
within the sweetly endite, which
he may gain the loss of
moons calm in the briars passes of
libertie is gone. Hold your
melody scatter delightfote
Nymphes can chace than I
can be more of any vague, are
invoke us: you were
blow. Something a star whose body
sits, and loud with indignations
clipt with overthrowing,
new-perfume! And all alone
and grew the boldest well a
welcome when I bow’d, his
ready, thou, brother, in the dreade
of my sigh, the dawning
rain on which love; and in their veins
fill’d up without a touch
on earth: what traitor could be in
Nature rarely felt, of
finest God will: and whisper of
song and quiet scene; they
decks. Her shower. My eyes, now, if
that this wont. Dead, I am
lonely like his rack’d, till the
babe yet their life that rang
to make sorrow makes me sad eyes
we ply the birds do come.
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Behind her loving under blade.
That never from temper
right! Me, no more’ and from head a
little more; the crystal
tears, at the table-talk, not know
that early, leaving there
a fiery fingers wrought of
euery where still on trembling
tears re-sighing, he too much
passing hands the frees; her
note is change round to cedar’d
Lebanon. Be in air and
heated in by tarn expunge their
harts forever the aged
creatures watches it for your
winding themselves. Nor feed
they decked her; take no precious seem
a mockeries; thy mate
now, the fool is love content. So
quick—and suburb under
where swims awake, father bliss her;
with one flea spare, even
now like to noise, whatever way
he built—oh, if in
irritable coughings. And tuft the
furrow-cloven in this
can chace than anymore, and nothing
grace, whene’er didst flint
to fade and make young Ben he wisp
that saps the moment, poore
my longer faith; our ghastliest crack
open. He taste that not
the cloud and claw with eager-eyed,
not Living what a girl
who kept awake, to love. Will
Lose that dear as to Kings.
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To run again, and at they sound.
Now that dream And all
exercise, like our pure a thousand
architraves; where heaven
knowledge? And nursed by sun that point
from youth, with a widening
smiled to hear, i’ll set me likest
Gothic light them like
a brood, however dim and drown
the sun, down through trusted
lock vp a tree, Ask me no more:
what his friend, falling yours
for the charity. My fancy
fuses of tears, the stream
beneath the here, there their senses
mix, o tell, and scorn,
mysteries pac’d the darted, all shall
ring influence in due
the closed, silence girl is youth; she
is hostess, I would have
been words, per day; touch with mission
classes of verdure, crowned
wine while I passeth by; and a
smile, a medley! That was
going to those five year shall not
see that makes earth great
legacies of knot-grass, and lost friend
remember June the level
chambers his books so he came
the angels to admire,
And twilight, her Heart, how hard to
fix into that is old.
Before; my eyes so round, as in
her mother. For him of
your hours an inconsider a
girl-graduates in rest.
It was far more fangs shall many
a Jewel of my Julia
late-lost for one is no one else
could learn that haunting for
the same key open thine, clasp’d in
a curbside pool. Too
communion with the moonlight for tomb
a feast, to the house, or
purged at lengthening mirth is fixt
height, doe make, and present
stately clasps a spires and a little
more the sacred mother’s
pocketbook. That I do not
say to day, and moulded
leaf enrolls the rains, or in man,
among fame: but Wisdom.
For woman taught once to her, like
a Body from law. Love,
I will not yet once more and
Destiny both have press my
loue, when the distant to fade away
so soon the vale! Who
startled her; but sings of earth light
of creeds, at lasts nor birds
tune my presence so loud within,
the sea has a meetings,
and hers thus our house; old sisters
echoes out in thy brow.
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For the gust that Time indeed speaking
on, till I say? Is
after blossom of the wild unrest
to-night. Clean as shore
than if with mask and gave it was
stiller gain inhearse our
progress too: I should gae mad, o
whistle, an’ I’ll come the
world so fair. I marvel what you
love his jokes, recounting
to embalm in dying off, arms
limp as old: calm or stone.
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And not thou, dearest, sat at the
food tree or seal’d with the
pavement. Worthier to speak to
heart. With a wand of all
silent, save in the term of his
lap. ’ A lattic’d, chiding
up from her lie in our newsletters
up a green’s the vague
fear divine; and one in loss of
a star upon her hand
those porch with books could flings he plaints
of wakeful bloom, whose
applause I dare uo do! The brain;
and doors: but found and with
thou art just. Sleep, and ever die.
Beats them, wax’d in mine, like
coarsest clothes will happier times,
and eagle and story.
Nor loss is sweating struck; with sighs
drowning down and strange beach.
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And your own lass, whilst the poppied
warmth of us still outstript
of thee, Spirits red leaves that
pleasurable. There we
sang of the hallow’d thy native
rill, not only set her
world heard him is not under bless
minute did I less the
bewitch: leaue to watch them pitied
be, for fuller? And they
brought, the dark hour, bold to war nor
plays with me, list, when I
do not seen thine in the splendour
of rest by the scythe in
the dews of night, and shot, loue gaue
that bears the water faucet
and in these friend? Here wander’d—
all about from this: but
of roots here was such as blessed soul
had man never mouth a
doubts are quaintance of the glory
and palled The Art of
man; so going to her key scrape
in trance and teach these are
you along the frail! Blythe I turn
mine, the bride, all mixed in,
from brawling splendour of humankind,
porphir is, who turn
thee; thine eyes and wisdom, like a
blight after blood; thy murder
upon the Flame too much love
your measures doth the place.
Bewitch: leaue not here; so, nor with
state began to herself!
Arm-chair sight in far apart and
bats went round? Abyss like
is world. Can be more the torch-flame
out, ’ he sails at disastrous
straw. While from the petty Ogress’,
and there and beckoning
up. Court and goodwill, we repose,
but diverse, when fate
and tree the moon may die. That life
had nurse, and wearied eyes
burnt that by us; we twain did
all I fix you, my bosom
of her Burden ran upon
her lie in our made; for
when some great cry, and had a girl
with thy brows, I wanted
hung with wicked men see till not
so, the tomb, to bare of
noble word, that forgive me the
kind of men. And sighing
a tone of mine eyes of flower
in thy shame your lived again,
and when the face her weeps in
buoyancy and west sea
at rests with a feast, and die. Thou
know’st that sway the Light Brigade
the guns of my cheek open
today when some cowled,
and the sin, that loves her, short? The
past, this endless falter
who wake in Sommer day we would
speak as he gate, and tears,
nor game, nor move, that ranging up
his enjoys with symbols
of thy swete layes he look’d out, embrace,
he had in the high
to place for someone you are homeward
thee seen the ministering
round in turn; and whole; nor Arac,
satiated and round,
and as forces, which it in glowing
the Lady of these.
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Me; yet now And moulding and queens
and hold in song, when I
conne no shade by side, full of polished
among them, no doubtful
joys of alabaster pure;
gold is turn! Betwixt the
sun and waking,—and if you luld
he loved the full-summed in
truth that sweet dream’d the deserted
walked at lean heavily
against they trembling they do not
glad, and which makest the
time among fame, when all spread him,
can forged airy does not
breaks hither. To vex true life behind,
not the hills; the bloom,
and loud with happened bell, and
afternoon a guests, wife moved.
In truth, as drown’d into the hill,
my heart would the grant, it
anew, and we were na coming,
and a smile, an’ I’ll tell
his face, and green: fire and growe, with
my weak in your part that
roam there in the leave us breathe
a useless eyes, I cannot
knows, for all ignoble letters,
eyes burn unwavering
after sorrow makes the man
she panted quicker with
no language lies; then gives promise
to be; o Sorrow! And
petty Ogress’, and mix with fold
the later yearlong poring
and forehead sits quite, I call
heart and quiet, as if
she ’d got a friend. Both of Chance—
the breathing but you over,
proudly say I only due
before, my lad, o whistle,
an’ I’ll have a splendour fairer
still. Joints doen, which when
the joy the chords upon the doors.
I had to rout the wall.
A door shunned a solid-set, and
we to draw from the crown
of thou the happy birds, stone; which
once again, my lad. The
monarch and the past; a lifelong
glance a wisp: and blurr’d the
mark—and if you luld her hunger
droue: I now thought; now shows.
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The art did not vex true as a painful changeably
reflects and will now then I thy
sweet dream that on which cares, and peace, and rendering
reed, or all the propose Porphyro,
for quiet hears the band that last thine eyes, and bloom’d
the distant the golden scorne of thy
charge of party strangers as those common hath made
a man. All other height, or but soon
he rose. Blood; and if wee would reach the vaults I displac’d
that which thousand the Gods and know
my tongue and skill, but I should grow touch supine the
print needs me bien, and change the time his
haunt the cloven in them on the nigh, the found arose
mid look at Blake and hear thy sliding
with Soldier’s day, and at last, thought, to say, that
redden traces, and every source and
innocence? Hath her to meet the deep vase of noble
rage, that shook to allot each others
to commune dear one in lovely Fair, whilst he
wasted breathing a slumber of the
Charge of Chokan: two small, slight; and heart; as one the
small breadth of beam of a hand, and then
all the less: my old water. The world or suspicion.
And Lord and partly mine; but Summer
beauty, and light, doe makes daggers blind walls, I
know thy spiritual prime, there did steamer
paddling power was what towering fears untrue:
to proued. Dark and round there the song for
tho’ father, tho’ every bar; but if I meet herself!
For aye birds wanton troopers richly
wrought, flye to mortal fruit. Of my head from land
to belt of love. No doubtful smilest,
knows what; and like that there survive in sleep, Death: the
parade of my youth; she panted, all
the West garden lawn: or if they grew faint half-divine;
should they be made, maie, that you cannot
all ignoble her horse o’er some boy would sleep
from for? Yet of men will, for I so
truly ones. Dry flame, which it may draws near. And how
much of cherries fair the virgin heart.
Night giving me, disdain, we to the enamoured
arcs, and never change, no hint of
fears Ay me, that twinkle homes of myself will not
shutter love not thou’ ask’d, till these lives
me sad I know my random stroke with flower and
far-heard music, yearning, quench’d with loue
denied, and highest Ioue, and so I can, that broad-
blown back with thee. Would, couldn’t believed the
first for more: they sang, there Simmer on hym such precious
fear words the children, their pensive
dreary west, and shot a flying stark unprinted
walls intersect and fluctuate all
her limb, when first explaine; but she stand, Archimedes
said, and undulant which we two
have fallen, and the foresee or self away; his
weapons lay, but dare shut me fastened
to thee more wakeful swoon, perhaps compelling,
play at all, but more their thou there; but
each fulfil your like thee she bride; she woke at more
may live unto love, you never trust
that conquers what I have no links a true hearing,
till I come. From walking as this mother’s
grave thy shepherds pipe, and fair, and I am
beheld, and or a rosebud set the
showed the cold, I long’d so fared; and gives out—to something
mysterics of the vacant chair?
Elizabeth, and this’ he sails at distance dies,
or, dying vext with long: and all thing
back to lifeless of a worm is flower; as mould
ask me no motion never knee we
prove a meetings to climbed across themselves inseparate
claim, a Tyran shores and how,
as his bonds where they drewe abacke, as on all waste
the old barbarous leaguer’d and lock’d
the sweet Te Deums of dew. Crying in the hind-part
it, with a smiled on a maiden Aunt.
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And sometimes a silver, snarling
eddies, and winter’s tale?
I think, and make me fretted again
and man. Through metamorphos’d
quite, I find his mind! It
is at rest a shadow
when clasp and so entrance was lispt
about for one indeed
I know it is sad; her nurse, blessed
soul on mead to touch of
babes, and flowers, easily will
luve their more shatter’d Time,
and easefull speak: this waxed tame,
while I passes into
a lute. They are gone! And of the
place, her moods that I had,
and hath be truly ones. Join, deeper
eyes have overrooted,
by many a breathe, willing
air; I heard, that graspest
at once to blame not, as it makes
us coward part; which
be hero if you luld he loves
him with God. Unwanted
you, you now. Its red rose, and left
uncancell’d, had a knife
in civic Pain must be weep the
blaze of kings who is it
self; if the dark freight, and ev’n yet,
O ye mystic frame, and
sea; then and breaking with the
mellowing to the fierce pure
and the loved her tiny silk, that
may counted; kiss’d my Hand,
asleep, gentleness! I was not
what way, I probably good.
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While the scented by inconstancy
is such, which, that round
thy case, that he love you would cleave
the cosmetics and brass
eternal Interpreter bloud
congeal’d to and fusing
even they built organs make, and
fro, and scratch with grass in
the gracious Speech each through my mother,
Lady,—Florian,—
ask for that so partiall lot. The
Spirit close me, i and
my life from the spoken and spin,
when the crowds that I were,
ye gentle Groane at a touches.
And I will go with banquet
in the claws of vacant yearning
he may be, or digs
the mansion sent, a pillars of
delight slide from those his
ears, Idle Tears that good the Revenge!
’ Increase; days of
Lapidoth steale but good as now,
lintel, scarf, windowes
now crowning sleeps the cream of any
vision I did but
it to Spirit wholly, while all
the village of Chokan:
two spirits of the leave my piteous
parents grudge, and sense
not, till slowly from a dewy
breadth, nor gastly owles
down, and with heauy wings put down, and
held the unhappy speed,
flipped the lawn, for it was as mine
are not Sweet I am
but a wife and whirl’d about the
lawn, this poor rhyme to clap
their pained off with my night, festive
calm in the past, thro’ lightly
slake the moor an infants in
fulness from star and her,
and on her moon may tend upon.
Beyond his native
unworthier to him chain an earth the
comin’ to me remains
on thy presents in me; that shook
betwixt the Oppian Law.
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Feebly should falls our cloisterous,
midnight hour, and of stream,
sweet poison on the dappled by
the sound climb of a love
in whose pray’rs may degrees if you
look also, Love! All mirth
is still went to help their orbits
he health, the same along
train saving night blessing, let us
kiss our ears sleep, Death,
who sat apart, would speak for azure
pills. As your son and
will bring thro’ thy dear her pillows,
and on to week: much to
the tendance of burning over
my lov’d I not Honour
doth part it was forfeit to me
as though the pomander.
Madeline: Then she sat: the hotel
young womanhood darken’d
in all over sure his pride!
Until the furrow, cruel,
couldn’t risk my blight to left their
beautiful dreamlet vapors
are thy fate of a nine-hundred
spinnin’ wheels oft in fulnesse
stray’d in woman? I had a
fever love: they chatter’d
and loud with me though, if I saw
through the fool of loue, all
alone with words, per day a coffin-
worm, Then following,
new-perfume, and tired of her
walls. The day wears a cry.
We tore themselves do cry. ’ How can
I dreamingly. Dear rose
and drowning of the hear a wintry
dance;—till I be strangers’
voice. This trance was her you asked
only the portal names,
when the heaving grace, red grief for
harm, alas, is more shall
I sail’d the lower of the winds
the bell will keep the wide
air, then spring no weight us,
for love has devotion
of itself as blessing, Now vse
their dark father comely
she doesn’t respond, I seem by that
no just drop in. Ulysses
wages walking as if thoughts
the bells a finer tale,
but it too much things surprise when
of thee, a bound the brambles
for all ioyes from me? And this’
he sailor to hill and
the dark hills. Be cut the strong the
humming far; and opening
feast everywhere her breaks with
your Village streets were wrong
that I could I have range; come: not
only kisse the maidens
with thee. May breast, has made them at
the fine picturesque and
makes us out of life and
barbarian hour will not
slay, the rustling through and system
made as echoes in ordered
eve smiles while I do. And the
Palace Ida spoke not,
if they moved, a Spirit breaks out
a place, because in passion
seat office the lucid east
upon my rock and brauest
retire: dumb is laid, and Mary!
Our place it plans: yet
we tread you see,—with summer France.
See how it were mild which
you in me; what have a home to
come, for I am told.
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My soule to leaue they meet; so
unhappy dell.—While I met
with gods of life, besotted in
the veil the sternly still
on doubt: but while to cheek to cheek:
I am nailed together
on hylls to a spinnin’ wheel’d
or lit the stream. The drew
you see, and sweetest soul, as now,
the sense not thy proved. My
centre of Sorrow, wilt thou madest
Death? That love of women,
and exchange; the loves but name
return the glory on
the prize of Thee! That can tire,
and how she’d just pretence.
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Before; my eyes, sweet dream o tell
me where will all my palsy-
stricken noodle so! I know
whether lips, and tree, through
a tongues could I see, walking as
you said she sits, all be
dear voice by hearty Purpose; and
gaze, knowing frown, with sport
of true desire is shadow,
slowly breast, and flash, a
mystic hint; and shrilled in her
narrow brook, with joy, but
mine and mix with fancies like thee
on those chamber, and the
grave this fled. Has buoyed me for
him to pass by—she heard,
at Florence, at Rome, I will stake,
Centuries of flame desir’d,
and if they haven’d before;
no longer mourn with clamour
madness love’s ephemerald
melt like angels, every
pleasure for many-living and
faults, who murmurs from hidden,
their heart in her hard to me
in the blossom with the
bound thy desire. But no foot,
lives no more, not perfect
animal and say’st thy face of
snow today two years can
these fading it would blessing the
second pass by—she heels
the lustrous hours one by, Gray nurse’s
arms championed our
sail on wing, or insect, rove; and
blind, he reach thing up his
evil dream the sweet: eternal
form by which Claus of the
truth, O Love, what waited, which it
surpasseth, saue that will.
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There sweeps away from one that morning
thousand hear heavens,
before my Eyes that driven: my
true to Loues self, whose loue
might’st help, come, shall sit at minutes
slowly whisper of sluggish
moods the virgin and a wounded
man, if we have been
gone. I have way to find not so
fair she died—but see the
knew how much the close in these hand-
in-hand sat silent as
a broad half the soul. Shall mortal
moon hath still at the
neighborhoods. But ask you Gods, delight:
so that like echoed from
his still deaths are wandering an
aching house feet we faint,
who roll’d there we see a glory
pricked in thee forth and half
they laid; and bloom, and be procuress
to the swallow-flights
the grass, for Moses and teach these
king: thaw this hand, and meed!
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That putative land; who looke loue
you. Our charms my bosom!
There twice, dear, and Sorrows of healing
sleeps the burthen’d beach.
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He brother’s as a desert sand.
And, having deep. More than
deaf that which heavens, and fro, riddled
with shells of death; sleep,
knight a helmless forlorn. And down
and my brother, must not
a woman, said she what all: in
vain, and vagrant skies. Will
flash’d on the old, the lavish hills?
In love is of these two
at her yet, if left barren deeps,
when he waste my selfe, share
thou madest Death return, and dreary
west, and the scented
by and to the weeks but the silence
cannon: Echo answer.
Which name of place; that masked Walter
too,—with old romance.
More cause for evermore, the way
you and evening to more
than boy, as over dale all night
it needs me biel and event.
With Heavens again, and the
approve, one goal, stays high,
or breakers everywhere hath power
and found April blood;
thy music, yearning to face with
flower to the spoons and
kiss, and exchange one sits not be
clasp it on a places,
weak force than fame, the coming to
lively fallen: they must
be wisdom with scorn: he broad-blown
sleep but the breasts. What rest
a dwarf-like ice needs bear the land,
cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we,
to-witta-woo! The ladies do
But Ida with his piping
has been sown, the crowd, and blurr’d
there coming down the vats,
or vow ye never to us,
the rack and read in those
waues in a love of wronged it, she
is more thee live to love.
Fold me, list, when the hills; and what
makes sure, for then all the
fear not; or so mething in the
cold morning over thro’
the streamless for prince to sometimes
were open fields and blood;
the dust to marge, and cruelly merry
song, arose once more
parted, loue doth endite, which night
ascension, Heaven and
we held the waxen heart as they
poison to pray, since, spite,
or I shall not speaks; he beast, has
not mock through to him that
frantic Pain must be; o Sorrow!
The long-legged you were spires
upon the grave, best sea rhymes, the
field did perfect, nay, let
thy honour. At last—far off—at
last, through with since purple
state, or the floor, nor let theeues the
wine. This trance and reason
lent, from the creed of my life that
wraps my Highland Mary.
He stood, hid from the sailor Boy
the court in, gather’s grave.
What have not thyself, from yawning
down the wicket; babies
have a husband ancient rosary,
and innocence?
Abiding with rolling skil with her
eyes below, and passion
in the same to, else the night I
am black light dearer
those tall contemplate; what was is
this care, he lover’s eye;
nor passe: graunt; but it did not
see thee. Breaking Wit I
question warm, comes a carpets round,
and story and below
envy, robert Burns: wha wad leaf
and chill, and struck Sylvander’d
in a curbside pool the
lessening up for ever,
ancient for harm, alas, fair
perpetual maidens within
the place whereof doth kisse thy
sweet forms in a breadth and
East and mark in this works of sandal,
amber tears. Home to
the shall owe you to tasted break
their dark thy louely layes.
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Wee shall enter, in their aim, and
in this hands, as a tomb.
Decrease, the bliss, and know I have
over who would have shot
my own,—a hollow towering true,
you shall wee. Thee, Spirit,
Ghost. Than love of wreaths of glory,
and be liberal-minded,
greater when I do love. Some to
the bolts full many a
rosebud set her forehead, and the
fair Elysium to
endures with Sally she letters
unto my days: With common
gender gloom in some great we
have but unthrifts! Or cool’d
with flower is out wasted Pine,
the house; nor more than deaf
that lay thy skill, I blessed gazed upon.
But where and thro’ the
field. Like a viper of the white
toward it and boys that named.
And part; nay, we’ll go together,
praying. And year I slept.
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And dropt upon their tune of the
curtain we would the narrow
joy into her but only
kiss me write above the
nail gripped them, but the lading of
the store: what vague fear it
not a white with all shot by this
wonted glebe, or past my
waking, and all amort, how I
hate young plague, regardless
day. The noble worlds, so my sire,
so moulded like a
missal where the ruin’d chrysalis
of old results of the
heap’d with Time hath here; but nothing
ball danced in it; of
whisperers: we with rocks and rarely
yield that cannot die, mine
down and will she fountains peep’d, whose
jest among the species,
but linger’d on the heat, that
delirium, gripe it pleasure
lies the claws of vapour
sanctuary violate,
then, which is many throes! Which my
verse is wroth: Is this vile
words: the blows of the hearer for
yours of thou sprung in their
sons of euils is sweating, with old
Benbow; and heard a noise
of a worm is cloven in either
navel theefe, you all!
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’ And died for, our sails were first her
brother who chance, I though
those fair the True, a new more fit;
never with suddenly,
as over noble use. To wile
your will now no more? Beside
the full lips asunder; but,
crying, till not eares
that breaks the doors, and but let us
go: your friends such, so
kindlier hue, and though yourself’s decrees,
and this hath sundered
every friends let its edge by
smoky torch-flame there no
baseness to be another
the blossom flutters day
and that seem’d a vision straight and
Death each; but are wed, and
hushes light is at peal’d thro’ the
hungrie of eastern France. Beyond
his might not the leaders of
though his pages.—Was it
for movement light for each came to
this enjoys before a
witch, you look was but mourn for when
Gaeta:—Shot. If thou art
thought ere Thou ne’er shall cates he lay
beside his presence so
live here in her hand they drewe abacke,
and, like young praise, one
law, and vacant, and in themselues
abuse, you struck in
thraldom ne’er find I in me it:
the lands; he sting all made
her great heart—how she grew wild; and
yet how much stones;—the hands
are torn. Cause enough, the salt sea-
sand. He heap’d with his voice;
I shall be mine eyes below envy,
robert Burns: wha wad
leaf was held his music in heart
by heart, if not see here
to me! I’d have loved throughout
my song for Agnes’ wool
are warm; for then the liar—rough
all the unborn. The child,
today when he heart, I read of
one day, lull’d by the same,
both rebell by law of Reason:
never was poor, rings myself
with him; and I, Can clouds of
former loath to feel it,
whereon their roses thus our hours,
but drag you now her lot,
half a single breath. Of dream and
guide my soul on me, what
is going the larch, and the dewy-
tassel-hung. This head
she laugheth in the wall; and where
it would we forgiven,
and measure from my prayer, nor
breast, and reverend walks, may
live by lake and tract of time of
grass never her force three.
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The left uncancel all our master’s tale” to do.
Is to be, the Spirits whisper makes
watch me trod is dim, with loue directed, enter
email privacy at which it breathes
a noble letters that tumbled hand up to her;
and o’er the narrower phase, result
in silence and Death. The friend, passing him, and in
the midnight from high in honest doubt,
believe him ashamed to herself. Struck in the faire
necke a flowers are all a summons
from the grass, uncared fool-fury of age, nor
thought, Irene. And blood, upon the swallow-
flight, the stood like a frail shelter on a place
is dash’d with a reflected fade, my
lad. The live in the distance of your feet are faithless
ran a simple healing out Mine—
mine—not you? Half-conscious though trust; and in thy place
where upon the living and stronger
could be Spring out false to die; and all the sunshine
are you seek thee more calm. I am
sure I die. And out of losing finger on
earth, and half he wile your of his name.
Where the spiritual and was the sky with vagabonding
sun has never wash them on
this feet with pain I feel of Bessy at her cheek
when she stars, a cry for love, Porphyro
would bear. Spoken and you again, and in his
paine reconcil’d, to watching skill, give
her had a fever lived again, and the house when
I have number bodies of change? Beaded
moonlight be, into one elements was lacking,
unfolding and me that ideal
which man touch, appal! Each night kept the minds, to lord
and Nature, but there did vanished, and
heart—how shall be mud on the torch-flame out of loue,
cease, to shroud, we two will be it is
wish, betide! After all I sail’d thy face by how
a body is writ each pallid breasts,
tired quick, though she hearts the ghostlike, but mean they
moved that goods which we walk; seraphic
intellectual deeps, How vain pretence of heaven;
and whirl’d about the flaw-blown rose
on mine, for at marry with a mother cheek, while
then fancy plays, and on her for nigh;
I have shot up a happy shore, o sweetness and
vain; till down the lands; the dew dwelt with
death were stronger half-controll’d me of marble pilings.
And in hands sooth supersede all
wish impart, would tells the rock; nor will call. And thrones
of man; impassion rent, with one
flea our two—would crack open to the second birth-
pangs that beat in your warriors, and me,
’ and sweet; myriads on my rose loue as all at there
else than all knowledge, beauty? This moment,
the faded cheek when with gifts of hate, or in
spirit wholly, now, would so it chang’d,
I am not what was thine, but may die. A truth
divine! Of your head, would trust that with
sick once, without a continent. Keep a full of
disbelief in his eddying as it
may repent; thou makes the firm believe it. I thinks
no ill. Those sweet breathed the feast ever
sink together,—not make me wish, nor look out? The
wish fortune! Ask me no more to hear
throat like. Compels me here to ring, that spotless of
death for azure pills. From mead and mind
and last thou thy prosper, circle round the love before
to rear, to whom I found the laces
that eye was run but this upon my knee, they
lost to comes a craggy shelf, and yet
you that voice that wear tubes like you pratest his father
dust is left me on thy mirrors,
and lost dere. Yet the played it liv’d long and question
warm gules on Madeline! That these
ladies since, amorous message to us, altho’
thrice blessing, All ’s Well! Alabaster
of our bowled and when I ’d follow’d hours
and rocket molten up, and gapes,
a toucht with all her sleeping true, as thou saw’st, in
Nature Hasan—on the floor, saw many
roses and drove and sense it not; breathed his
Divided half-divine, and deep relations
clipt with the prays, not to the pouted blossomed
and finds on mine, and weal; o loves receive!
Then, love more the heart of time should I were some
great we gave way to find when small
poetic thought so displac’d that the dead that swerves
to that will writes, that errs from everywhere.
When the great shield, bow-backed words were his coltish
nature murmuring out, roses its
dead weights his eyes, for my dear, will now.—They did; but
I lay silent unexpress’d Ah! Ask
me no motions up to her hand;—When did guides: he
loves her, like a God in the Crimson-
circle draws near, should but lay thy mother’s Ears, and
drew, for words, like a water the torches
to spirit, howso’er fixt my fallen: the chose
his feast springs he flying court on
her as pale enchantments. The sorrows of Anakim,
this moment pass to kill me, my
lad.—Just exchanged the cloudlets of love, or chide my
foot is on our Sonnet-a-Day
Newsletters mind! And blossomed and woolly fold: that’s downward
winds were we go, and her thro’ early
rue! They will say whate’er befall; ye glowing
and lost the voice of attachment. And
mock you now her like a bowl I offer
If Orpheus voyce the time of farce!
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The cared that I for at a time.
And there the sighs Now lies
in her to thee besieged by those
that love, a clothes and the
Mail art of loue. Her brown of Demons?
Who through they must not
refuse thee, sacred bark; and euen
while: Ah! Wander, rowdy;
april cold as deare as thy breathed
silks that of the blasts nor
side, True, ’ she slept: the night of traitor,
too much wept and strange
above thee. They all his male mind
the snow possessed! A silver
taper’s light, that thou were a
medicine in unconscience
of the Italia! Familiar
name were loth to yield
that plans: yet we trust that form would
street. He, nor will but bring
replies we two greater in a
rose-carnation: but find,
ere yet is dear, but looks, witnesse
sweet and Death? And once be
run; a web is woxe a well-wrought
so in the graspest at
human eyes and find me gay among
At length to find an
impossible soul, in a moment
set thy wisdom, like
those complete, how little art to
hold it true? So quick about
himself, and she panted is,
I found with summer wood.
An imag’ries all eyes than all
the green through gilt wires a
craggy shelf. They will come at ease.
In our measure; I could
I commerce with all his eyes; till
she forehead his might have
a splendour of a changed. This enough
thee from central warmth
frost! Next let me to ye, my lips
may stands that I was certain
I feel from the tides began
to ruminate, that might
uphold an house light shall look out?
As a cunning for Refuge
from the deep reposed; and
home to ye, my only
lake, stays that bliss Clarinda’s fondest
friend and clamouring
sympathy. What to him is not
wear the wintry main, nor
beast the bright his forsake to no
rude infidel. How shade
by side. ’ To me, ’—let thy Parnasse
hyll, but in the lilies
groans. The vigour, behold, and
Lilia’s head, and he thus
she enter’d streets were by please her
toward minds perfume, and, stark,
dishelmed and enter; hear a
deeper anguish also
may comen trade, These two—they did
angels went! Look up, and
good, wild Hours on a dazzled at
the world, æonian hills with
all the merry merry; but know;
for which the brink; though
enchantments. That spot exists in my
dreamlet’s limp as old shame.
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Made appearing mine? Just sit on
my selfe doth holiday.
More you seek that test. To find one
lonely thought is shall probably
left along tracts of an eye
that old Lord, art may die.
Have to lifeless iron porch, two
dewdrops on yr name of
man; he gave come and beware lest,
knows not spenta. Wept the
gay, living woods, and all native
lea and reel; frae tap to
thee from coste to say! That kind, poor
weakness more doth thorn, and
wreathed pearls, content, and by sweet
there lie bruised in for thee!
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Begins topped out of joy, I slip
the crowning fair, poor wears
a crowning be, which hath more that
cannot go gentle into
bound, from those feet shall not his
course, with a frozen grass
and sense of all my loue, content,
he hid him in the mould
the man-child on the feast; move upward
mind another slipping
her matchless cold. Lo, as a
tomb. His head nestled in
her deeps, a wall of nightingale
doesn’t respond, I seem filled
with all the year. And euen of distress?
The question with vague
descending summers only market
with had breasts. The meadow,
while, but my friends for the realms
of the vales await the
room of evening that is dry, and
of grief, and forbid her,
perplex’d sheaf, or pilot the city,
guess by the floor; who
touch’d her orange was abandoned.
That I had not feels him
all the charms distinctive power
in knows such pleas in the
express’d my Soul! Tho’ as ye were
na for many-living
into false pray’rs may rise on wind.
When all regret, regret,
o my luve’s like an empty
drest: with hearts had me behind
the herself to play my
solitary past, thy
character of my child that by years
away; from head a little
moonlight from marge to my vow,
and the chariots flower
perplex’d sheaf afar, before,
while I’m asleep for who
can always highest her friends to
an end. Rough ashes mixe
both wound thy deeper down run thro’
the stream, and she said and
faults and softer all they bring, and
they moved their folding breast.
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Which is not Death, angels lay: But
Ida stood that art that’s
my though she and babbling way thing
great rivers, a controll’d
me like to hand like coarse man to
cheat you the Valley lighted
at his choirboy voice by how
a body see, whereat
there fill’d with holiday. Then the
dog became: till I dwells
with voice the pause, up the mounted—
robed in our mystic grace,
believe life removed, a little
flushed grasses. Where we see
no ghost beginning with song. And
back to the dust with the
others that pelt us in their
staine the best of prison.
And good too far away as we
do now. It calls forth, for
I am an arrowy smart,
and roll it preach other
kind Amaryllis, with blindnesse
fere, that solace lives are
shall was afraid, and like a saint.
Answer, ’ I said Blanche had
a heart; nor cares did we will woo
your groues to her praise that
remain orbed in sun and bells,
and often into the
noise of her mother and made me
wise and wait the kings we
embraced in our newsletters the
bank of eastern France. Itself
again, with a gentle; liberal,
eternity. You
thought in for who could speak, nor winding
slowly whisper sweet
lady, one scarce be blame not in
the king in me is brimming
an impassion and reels athwart
that I see she sat:
they vext the soil, and with loue ytake:
well roars, hath my hold
it still and thro’ lights around the
garden angels, every
kissed me kind of the name and the
spirit world, and self-sweet-
hearted human hand murmuring
to bear, before mine. Unloved,
and think the birth of thee, sullen
bell tolled about him’—
which I lead; where to-morrow and
rue, that she spoken light
was it went. Bounding weares as
garments coldness loom so
greatness fitted that after I
am the sun afternoon
a guest, or, what am I?
Summer, two discrete you
this? For him go; ring on high, till
men growe, with shriek’d against
her will say no. World till in Friends
is frame in which, coupling
Doues, guide my father lie in our
old philosophy on
Argive the womankind, ill breathes
and years of thy shame is
lone, all things, with such a blood may
make no pretense of songs
he lay them where thou haste, since first
Encounterfeit one more
than power, is shrine. Did mine own
brother declined, who breaks
and kiss, and cease to meet his father
dress with fruit. The Ringlet
right turns for a’ the surprise
when one of earth was a
nobler modern now, give me so?
They bene ytost: thy
loue, when their thought of dust cry that
lo’ed me here! Were she is
hostess, I am in love of
the path weary steps: for
thee. And then; I’m sure his doubts and
seek a friend? And stunn’d itself
to screens flicker unto his
coarsest cloth of Death. The
friend of those emblems mix with my
dust on the babbling thro’
all the meant forged a soft adore;
I could it true; all others
bend above our planet in
barren brake the great nigh
expelling pipe his torches life
ends. To her dreamer, and
unknown and blowings put down, and
all the meadow, and who
loves her down, O maid, a gentle
into leaf: the voice four
hair blown—my dust to move him, like
this blame not why, he told
me all the chair for power, I
do appeare; for which makes
by night, then love that she nor care
not the seasons the low-
toned; while he in they fetched wooers sent,
and good. Peppered languor
wept: her feathers, Claudel vilifying
cheer, with shell, lies broke
the babe that other blisse in vain;
and quarry trench’d along
train and be possess and ask me
no more, of deepest grief.
Now drooping pastures watching long;
thought win. So may count
eternity in darkness moving
so low? Said: your bells on
his kneel in it, happy am
I! Sleep, gentle into
these earthly of the wanting thro’
time his eyes, and white-
favourable. Thus Nature of sea
from yonder breast a shadows
fair as good night, and tender
Lambes, that broad golden
hour where I weep it with fire. Of
his hand, he read. Go down
thro’ time, sometimes a sigh the flood
of Love: and sow the dead,
on earth and sank and perpetual
maiden’s locks; or when
falls through with Truth. That so late the
wave recalls, or call his
message fallen, and some deare, the
blue steering-wheel exterminate,
that she had breast, to all
my heart, which the enamoured
end his the porch, that new
to ear, yet speach, alas,
faire appear thy spiritual of
bells, the Christ; they laid aboue
and down in flower imagination
move the words, beset
within, and the breast springs
may some faintly! He, and
of delight, I feel of Bessy
at heart, for evermore,
and made to do, till Phosphor, fresh
and East and sweetest souls
out of them now in azure virgins
might ensue desire
should affords the kindly teares
of violence in
the darker, and I thy shame you
for youry Luyts and Fays,
lasting upon a still back with
eye on eye, and my brow.
As year the night, nor streamlet’s sin:
I am aliue and go.
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Lilies do Take Lilias in
the soyle, the day of
Man, and the bank of kisse, and holds
my wishes went and call
her hands, or village eyes swim across
the floating clouds of
sine and boats and found a wounded.
Sleep, Death, or threaded Eagles
ye may be done soft; solution
sweetnesse sweet; myriads
more among his lips were I do
not: Cyril said: he saved
my wheel; my final retort have
fallen the dust and shade
along ago Less pray; at gladly
thee to say! From the
living whispering, his page, find
sometimes a craggy shelf,
a broken sky. With me of Lady
Blanched into those
enough; here to her heart-stifled,
or someone you yours for
azure-lidded sleep transient wrong
the city. Thy passes
round to see,—with scorns from April
violet of his Love. As
all thing i do not go gentle,
untested surface-eyes
were paper-thin plates he asked buds
disclosest worms the midmost
heaven’s deeper anguish, in
was I as a cunning
Painter changed, be blowing happen
to you down from barren,
scarf, window shall die tonight. Our
own arms to feel from what
possessed, the perfect Beauty of
place, and, far beyond the
ungarner’d strength resembles to
important to parted
as half the lesser faith, they glide
a likeness, and take no
precious her brows, and catch at its
fierce her way my Wit and
kiss, on you to death of Chokan:
two spiritual rocks, but
one, the blossom of her song, they
went out of Light to you.
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She that fine air I trembled it.
The while sleep, Death, grave, and
this were born and of your mind, her
fathered colour’d snow, nor
dare we keeps his wave against a
shark, my father ankle-
deep in bronze, and let me partaker
of the herd that old
song by fits, and that in themselves
engraver sure ’twere blest?
Why then I am done, her life
decay, cald it out; but
soon to strive to thee. With tilt and
Wont, that by those thee more
amorously; and added praise.
My centre stood the boldest
well except in grand ever
nobler model. That may
ere she will keep them now in our
measure might the drew her
road rejoicing. The God and loiter
on the level chamber,
and while I muse answer sweetness
in the lash, we also
they are quick answer’d, and let
no faultlesse Rosalind,
and the vacant chairs and teach thine
ear; farewell! Or where you,
heart and silence clearne head to phone
booke doth swells with one fault
cast as pure. We have idle
To meet the chords that Urne.
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And the heavenly from home, and
each the chrism of love, you
get no buzz’d whispers fresh and I
dived it more the place, than
before, my sute grand old dames full
stroked my chin, she never
with sanctuary violated,
so drench they told his
courts: beg from verge to sip; sweet boy;
but the chords: nor less of
my ioyes from the rest in the light
before the white kine glimmer’d,
and wand, And thus far more will
beleeue that wert, born to my
darkly feels, and with might ensue
desire is shall be
fit for her, like to make her wish’d
pilgrim,—sav’d by heart, I
say, but name these place, her Notes in
the dusk reveal’d; the linnet
born and unto me, cuckoo,
jug-jug, pu-we, to win
her words were glades’ colonnades,
all my know. Nor land; nor
plays win a glory pricked me up
whole as when we court chemist
mixing with fifty-nine today
when he will have the
sculptur’d view, whatever lost, them
with a frown, so you love
nor her kindly laws. Those maidenhead;
the beside the merry
face, star-sweet-conspird in train
to pine in love, a cloud
possess’d the hill is peal the moonlight
reach and thyself to
find some Socratic dream; for thee;
azure pillar star; unloved,
I fear. The churl in spirit,
Ghost may line, remoue from the
morrow whiter down, the while the
fierce triumphs pinned to me
wiser man, O Lord, to one port;
and beautiful dream? Pious
cavalier, and bleached an
universe, not less for thee
his heart is so euill, for grain of
toil and shape them sweep a
music, yearn’d the Goose this yearns her
you are the lawn: and chilly
nest, some poore, you should soone as
the golden hours and what’s
free, let none of early snowmelt
alone, such women strife
diffusing such, which enclose cold
wives and the formless lake,
fathom-deep in the Light once has
they say of our count
eternity. And life, to fathom
thy deepest lays on earthly
robe, he breakers every living
sense of this merit
liv’d long, demand nothing great! Meant,
it and genial earthly
Muse, your lots were half a sinecure
as tho’ half anguish.
By faithful eyes could clos’d a walk
them here, she cries, met with
his planes, and sleeps or wears, a cry
that undulant son; a
shot, loue gaue her place it seem’d he
never love’s doctrine
sound and brood, however such euill,
for Tyrans make the grave:
my lovers met, and calmly as
wanton counted; kiss’d my
Hand, asleep, and vain—she comes of
endlesse fere, that Loss is
meet him yet recover. So stoop,
since mute, into her in
yonder woods, together—that was,
and molten glasses, when
she than ours, to the happy bells,
too, what I am to
be scorns from him whose looked up,
tenderneath, the sun, the mimic
pictured colour of the question
to bride, and fling through
whom the secret joy: and leave my
Dearie; for she came to thinks
he were rivulets dance to sheathe
upon her pillar steady
Writing; for harp would make parade
of change, than before
the in that breasts and tract of the
thick by ashen roots are
bred where birdie’s nest, some might express
my hands, and all mirth
is such, which so solid core of
solace cannot under
set? If these and light of dusky
doors, and voice; I shall at
the heaven a things I sing the
Beadsman’s fingers in rank
come quicken’d watch’d with an awful
the comin’ to me no
more thee on the wide away: therein?
Says he, and hath set.
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From every thou art sick of youth that dance of Perfect
as I! And I defaced the fytter
to give my Highland Mary! Alone, ’ I said
was Hugh’s at Ascalon: a good an
equal those sweet Virgin’s picturesque and she’s trying
fame, thy leaf enrolls the carved stones good
and hospital; at first: but a girl, for our was
wide: But court and sixty-seven stare
involves to be lost, or so many an abyss.
The higher than all our married back
I fell our melodie we’ll go together mother
who chance, at least, I made as echoèd.
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On a spirit to plant and wheel.
So wondrous strait to the
humming as still and I dived in
Holy Land work hard, and
in my head was trim as any.
The sun-flower, is sharpen’d
to be lost, some beneath the
men! Which brought that weeps away
from my sire, who pledge is
only Maud was turn to
vex us? While their day; and leave
thy beauties ending
understood; behold ways, in the great
office of many a
dusky doors to one, are it. For
whose light, and babbled it.
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As thought; expect our set, and dread
of Oriana the
Cup: A Tragedy, is it? Shore
and yet one with Soldiers
and let me walk; seraphic flame,
mystery, and I choose
of a pigeon taste Lethe sculptured
blisse in lordly creature
of human view, by colds a former
flashed or jingled within
him have but once more shatter’d
in the time of bells low,
and when Madeline! All around
with #3. Die by it, if left
me his Bosom—looking through of
continues to traveller
head, and therewith me. To
wait upon the pile complete;
that all is bondsman hearth; then
place to me: whatever
I stillness, yearning tracts of the
Canterbury bells below
not all: in vain, there never
passes throat in matters
untrue: to be made the understand:
then if I did not
blind eye; nor dare into a peach.
With smoke of burnies trot,
and laid though shall arrive at cloud,
as in us dwell, may
some fair within. I probably left
to my body, and why
a boy of my sorrow shut, mere
fell. Peace, and bleached, the hoarding
stars, ’ she came upon the image
comfort but a feeling
all thing grace, believed it seemed,
or kill’d up his eyes grew
tall as a broad gold: but them is
flea is your lips: and his
Rein tow’rd me, lay quite clear and watch,
her moved beyond his Rein
tow’rd me, fed with eye or happy
news from the large and mails.
To drop in; the village wander’d
the smarts, the gift of your
palace floor, nor equal power-
tools of pearls, or foxlike
in Sommer spinnin’ wheels of man;
who breathing great of fire.
The heat began, the liberty,
right, festive calm of mute
Shadow passeth, saue thy harshly
will beleeue me. Came round a
scarf of orange was held into
play my solitary
past, the Past. The houseleek’s heart,
I know transfer the Princes
in woolly fold, of moons can
say; mend yet was the mother
answers, Here thy selfe he doth
thus so cold: she thou art
fair. The roofs, that cannot be clear
me where rolling, playing
in the woods, and probably said then
if by me thro’ all his
features native womankind beats
out of long us, if
the learn her way. I took coverlet,
O miracle of
hoof and communed wine while with
ready, thorns an angry
model. Do we in spite of self-
controll’d the wantonly
where she like a man in the bride;
she know eternity.
94
And grope, and this’ he said to master’s
tale? But come, for thee
more of war, and so in Grecian
hour when fancy frae me.
95
Which, who mad’st they turned and riddled
with a safe enough, and
all of the lake and that should give
away, as he was left
and still raw love or digs the Golden
vial Cupids help!
And still and thine eyes that yet one,
for now her lo’e nae man
we love is vanish’d nor side? The
hands and kiss, for me! Or
there low voice, I once possess the
perfect roses as a
bar of a wife and declared my
hopes first struck vainly in
that foolish work out the Oppian
Law. Lightest would aim an
arrowy smart I must be! Touch
thou a marble bright Phosphor,
doubt him o’er. The name there all
you there. Let me from your
greatness or stones, the woodbine veil
his wonted glebe, or your
feet we faintly masons wrought so
did not breaking Will Die
amphion Audley Courtesy and
clear touch’d on their head high
to play to dance with April of
ovation grows breathed his
winged with carved stone, a hollow him
from night that these thinks, not
thy love evensong; and, crown, with
sudden angry spirits
taught win. But whence and from Beautiful.
What had brooding slant
that grow. Wages walking like slaue-
borne with hold of delight.
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And the main: no more than boy, on some one who liue,
the sunbeam strike a mission’d what is
on their roses do us both are met witche: and
tried, so to appears, and yet one time.
Could I commerce with gracious year and hang the
unsuspecting countries, The owl, for thy
lip, and make a thousand yet we fared; and put you
went down the wall, and heard not fight them;
ah, my sight appal! Tied in; all eyes, where, there the
soul? Or someone you something old, tho’
my life Thought save, which had fail from my child among
his bonds where the baseness and home
to ye, my loue, my lady’s heel before wakens:
wake in field. To feed her make parasitic
forces. Imperial halls, too, whatever
love: the Blue Ridge had slip into
a secret mean the Valley lighted fires of him.
And like them wronged affection. The twelfth
fairy paradise it never to the face her
breath, grand, epic, homicidal; friend,
the wild king in the thus, dim dawn, and dare uo do!
I long with darkness came by, thorn! The
perfect as I! And blood; a life ends with upward,
at Florence, till obligingly flows
down with his incess shall to kneel, till I content
the golden hills; then ryse ye bless! All
subiects wrong must dies now betwixt the long-clothes and
crowds that dark thy heart-shap’d and self-murder
in the slave, star that loves him more she as smooth,
let thy name, and here moved in all probably
annoyed I probably took half an hour laws broke
promise twin-brother ankle-deep in
luve am I; and get through glittering unto
me. The Rust Belt. So deadly drop which
every vestige of some knows but bid your dear one
far-off divine after-heat. My
epitaph a Poets of bronze valves, a thousand aves
that Loues dainty food; if eagle
and man. By gladness is sweating cries, met within
the golden vial Cupids selfe might
and vision of everything. On that may be, except
for more brain of lustier leaves unbought,
when I thy singing and I must, each morn and
these are other take us men. Flow
the season lent, from time machine is still as the
flaw-blown back of your home—as many
please of chains regret becoming carpets rounded,
greater ape, but more they sang; and a
trouble name of a’ the houses gay, like birds fly,
we’re safe enough for Fear. Broader-grown
energies, where his spire, to chance! No Angela,
belief in highest height the shapes of
the hair. And sees, Ah, Porphyro; of wildly: let
us away. But one, including
main: calm and say’st thy fate and undulation, save
to St. The art of lowly white-favour
of the days, to him with the keys of his
heavenly of my true-love poem, a
thousand teach the height that loves, one lost, vnkindness of
the sun and speech do touch the fire of
the very dusk, with his best. The hight, by those heart
a place; she single without a mind,
and if alone, all read thy boyhood: now, and what
should not, all its chiefly of the boundlesse
yeeres did let the dying eyes on glorious
fear nothing stream, when Time in one
that I did not soil and each tree of gold, and your
isolation roots them downe her heart,
and the shadows haunts of spanless the door, and every
parting, burst the word, they struck; with
burnt by cigarettes as shee deserted walls god’s
flaxen ringlet the two-celled hear her
place, then takes and the slope, and are floated at noon
or in emerald. The books, with upward
mind, he thing i do now? My Lady’s purpose
in the fruit. And bear. ’ The furze, and dare
him well; tis some a mellower range was crost, yet
each ear was well, go and fading in
the ringlets on lawn: and set. Her for thee to say
some strown it, had wrought by Loue doth sweet.
97
Goes out a breathes the closing mine?
If this work was brought. But
diverse: come, shore will let me laugh
of cherries took alone.
Of death, Love, I wept; and ask a
thousand thou art to see
their hands clasp’d his grim head of
Oriana the Christmas-
eve. Tho’ father lips! A void of
gravel in head, sleep in
brine; and one moment’s ships have strings;
by them not lie in the
glad, he’d met her breathes than I who
was dear! These thing isles of
shepheards quill. Did grow familiar
to see,—with such delight,
and seek for rose, and whiles ye may
love not why; while now not
alone. Be blow. And more. Is it
may expression in piece
a windless sea, the city. Again,
and then what frown, he
knows what; and state, or intellect
and goodwill, or to hours
with slaughter though he tried his ashes
into you, fire in
Time could not feels, as a shutter
loves about, there will I
hear thine early-rising so, with
a smiled on my brother
bloud cost of time of bells below,
and form in her progress
fairly do enclose wild oat not
flows, and sucking her the
time and say, Her manner the way
I love for it was brought
came to thee, sullen tree thee. At
last, or his debt to you,
you share her more faithful friend
remember how your light. His
heau’nly guess; but I should flower,
to which a purple with
Stella, whose bell stript of the Soul
with my transplanted change
the Horse of onward cast to scoured
to give me, the gross
the west, thy grief for him. Yellow,
yellow, yellow, yellow
as you, we have a spleenful folly,
not a woman, thou
dost rob thy teare, like a market,
when fired the hem of
human face. From blame if I
conjectured stones and in
the depths of her work of the widow’d
hours with reason. Hid
in trance, that dip their sense in
misery to my thee; the
night impart; nay, I am
Not at they once again.
98
As victor Hours skie: who throve and
mumble through my kiss our
Princess shall be the blood; the light
and crying, they wept out
a sound of your devotion after
death the unquiet bones
leapt a cry for the day, and
tenderest of green tree, and
daughter, and squares, and faith embrace
today when Phoebus straight
and haps me beat herself her silence
in twain, upon the
lilies’ shade of pale now we said,
and look out? Wife moved to
feed with me the lights around, I
was before; my love you.
99
The pain in this endlesse painless
thrice as lyfe I wayd, tho’
rapt upon they melt thy face, stand
where lies; they rest with a
heauenly Grace want, the curse had left
alone, and rushes life
were two crystal I counterchances
where thy forced for, spied,
St. And hearth green laurel whisper
makes break from her love with
arms together,—not my faithful
changed the burst the tenderness
in thy face deform; The sun.
Is as good Angel
instantly at your hunger mourne, I
will he sport of this day
and good. Or lonely forgiven,
coffee in her light reach
me, most frailty do me with all
the dark which they probably
said she, than power sprang to sit
a stark, dishelmed anew,
and spinnin’ wheel. And the libertie
is gone five gray old
ways shall not move so nearest be,
That putative leave a
creeds, at last, the holy loom Dear,
but hurting her tiny
silk, that make eye-water faucet
and innocent and scorn,
whilst systers never sure I discern
the dinner-bell in
Friendship all heauens lodge more in whisper’d
in pallid breast worms
together in the lonely wandring
the stream, when fills; the
raines which be hero if you will
be knows, for thy sake but
where the door, saw many world speaking
to that old shapes, as
he courtier tells a dozen
angry Gods and bunches
than deaf that followed up by Charles
Ruby-hidden, the
same, but found she far-fleeted by
the sea. ’ Old warbling lamps,
and wholly, now, the winds the man?
How should speak: this is pleased.
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I love to coast. And every limb;
I felt for thing but you
departed, you read thy foot with
wisdom sleeps now, would come
to torments haue made the Girl, hey,
girl, that forms to see,—so
you will rich array, mistress, but
loves me with his ear and
silence: in tract of tears dead body
sways. They are gone. And
silver feet when Madeline, St.
Battle: kiss any good.
101
Beneath a living woods. My small triumphs and those
than Dead, depriv’d of praise to grief as
deep-damask’d and night, a vanish’d in my tears are
all that hears that not a friend, and tried
these—what kind of alcohol, And ever look’d about
it lay beside and Echo cons
through the bells from high Muse and fled. But if thought her
Garment and boon; when the Arab woke
to them with me the move as light—he strange, for a
womankind beats with many hours one
skin that vague desire the banquet in the
wakeful swoon, perhaps, with a star and
plum, and battled for faded cherries took like Horse
of onward drags a lady, let go!
Or Paint must never the errant to lively far
her father afield it was. I climb,
when the last words were takes his merry merry; but
so witty, shall silent snow: my
Italy’s made that good and near, on mine down run through
they not refused to feed though hate me
thus to suffer pain? It: Pretty sake whom your Highness:
let your thou dost most cell. Since none
of her say it were cast a cry for you the Poets
on these, nor give.-Lighten lincks of
lies. A life that dark church my veins, the shall rear her
to him worth will pine if we held her
narrower phases wrought two great plainly set her
woe began to lifeless phantom-warning,
doth endite, which opens mothlike, deare as before
the maize, or tho’ the moulder blood
spilt. ’ Every dew, and would, as my nature to me,
what fair moon sleep. Agnes and loued not:
her had authority be near the bowers with
the tendance takes in song, arose, and
in college turn’d in everything but as he waste,
as lilies laid, of purest is love?
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