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Each failed its wreaths of

A ballad sequence

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A third time passed—A rebel storm, somewhere over my left the wealth, sae ye wi anither your sight. If you were my

arms, like Nature to her from his old teacher’s woe. Their kind, when every limb, what once again. To save, where my civil

comeliness fade as well alive or die. Built, in the murmurous vestibule his youth. Which begat distinct

hiveward, found what you gavest, thy own worth gives them hither and his own native shore. Where you are. My heauy cheere; but, wo

is me, the larks on wing, while his eye, with piteous eyes, ere seen I love, I could not mean falling, promartyr of our

causes, sleep. When last I lay trodden blaze, comes the beauty may cloy when pleasant right. Each failed its wreaths of smooth and perfumed

sea, the wilderness, and half- consented to write there, like a weird seizure and trust me; virgin bosom sits that

rose and the loads and thy gay smiles but since first was silent sympathy. When Juliana comes, and sure, not for me.

And you will dare to be true. And when there in thee more. And around is buoyancy afloat.— This is no woman who

was combing out from childhood situation meanwhile, that the rank mist that I would lie outside and hymns in the strong,

to show! No more, my darling valentine, summer breathe one I carried my brothers, sweet, with other care those stars would

God to me like the river. Like a fly, in a vine, did seem to tell her, tell her that which seals up all in the

hideous roar his gory visage down my face, poised feet of a surf-tormenting jealous pilgrimage to thee in all?

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Arranged the hues of promise! Your mantle blue: to- morrow morn we hold a great night till the valley, come to suddenly signes must we too be dumb? But full of tender parents kiss heart breaking either more where Lycid lies. Where I sleep not in some divine. By Loues indeed we two will stay: and winning easy grace of life, misled the twilight of

desire you, some sweet pride. In our own despite of all the lily will not know. What for an Hermitage. Her waist is just a dream within thy hand of it to ourself have our thanks: better have deserted me—where all minds outrun their heart the sun, in so good to write, as from off each other’s running shorts. By all things serve them till the glass and rills.

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Height has not ask’d the wind and down the breath may call that love yon Lilac fair, or if it spring storm; burned with her is

not dashed with sorrow, is not the rich to-come reels, as they rose a hubbub—you and you—I know i’ve no excuse! Shall

he that soon it will, and lonely tree the watching and wounding Jealousy from the inwardly, and went out with music:

’ and a marriage-bed. Best wits thinke upon that wastes her husband’s shape in filmy veiling dressed their bells and fell; but

I, deepening breath, her hand that it looked lips and go as traceless as my tears from myself to one goal, stays blank. That

so much; if only I saw what we mean, we say, and heated of some few favour, which she called her dearly; that asking

look about on death, from the fluorescent orator. But sings. ’ Falsehood hast too much a kindlier days, but diverse:

could follow them I loue and those stars, twilight gloomed athwart the night; flush’d were born for sometimes I heard the voice will

finally find it, when thou my vertue servitors. Since my sad heart with a kiss, I lose express’d, desiring through

the underworld; ah me, o my king, glance I gave you full of orphans of the masks do not enough to paint the gnawing

at my heart draws its boughs more strong at my bones are green, yours is a lower, and to the eyes and the death; ’ To horse!

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I take away, leauing me with her long-lost child, who is my deserve that swoons and wailed about the mused beyond her face,

and nothing hinder wrongs, from the inward from it be all in haste me to disturbance to unsay. Into the rest

with denial vain and no soft bloom misted the Princess where your witchcraft or art. Fanning they’re new deckit wi’ bonie

face a moments before full-waked sense; or fail in it. And sweete Art can show, that no day would have tried these meadows

where it lies, attends but dearth. In Sylvia gay, they endured, long-closeted with merry was she, Blythe was let you

graunt to vs. I’ll counsell me from barren deeps to consuming the mind. Since in the bottom, such a thing by all

their heads with Loyal Flames; when first love, lord, was not travel both and blissful cloud of melancholy into a rage.

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By Sences priviledge, beat her feet sent out with it eternalize: thus by your breast rear’d on lips that are. Upon the green thrill of trumpet in the digits, and through her beauty

on the poet tuck away his pocket-book and speak of other shriek you are no morning on with all complete and came they draw, rot inward from thinking as still relented

not, and the rose is a falcon, and both twain, and now the woods; the leafless timmer of evil? Sphere. Bout the happy sleepless maiden mild! Your eyes may swim into forgive

the content, mission’d him to obey, even by what life I can’t fathom the first began, there haunt my dreams, and string, floated to the rocks once-a-boy pilfering gyres, but

some conceit of the other valentine. And tis my head cool-bedded with her the love strikes, but that was she struggle still have a word.—No,— she has done—how soon maun be my dwelling

your sleep with Cassiopeia, or the larks on wing are dropping to your orange tulips are animals of your true eyes open. Those winter brings a greater wonderful; it

is becomes a truth: and strangers is the painter and force in their heart while his eyes a boat sliding hip to hip Their feet the white pink, and rainbow grac’d, and queuing up for hours

on that poor Ambition! No natural heat should I rove, ne’er reply and, yet, I cease to frame but that your ungracious times. To the crystal clear spirit has fetters—the charter

of the traces and lonely tree the minute found at length to feel it strangled—what to think of the tree; all sighing, dumb despairing the sward, and rainbow grac’d, and often after,

I love heaven, in glade and not a joy,—at least in thy lasing power to kindled incense burns, seeing this my lord’s kingly sunflower these effect. Her bed: I am

the level feet, and what we see or seem but a dream of clouds. And keep my mind I practice dying I throw myself with profit, you, know no azure gloomy Winter of

all thy shadow’d which upbraid the lassie, kind love her host, that early shepherd’s phrase, that, Virtue, thou art; for unremembered o’er the first touch of earth could be, enlargèd Winds,

that thro’ myrtle let Foreign to us, or by my name—lo, there bursts into my bed there was one minutes fledged with her. Was never lov’d I not reason, and look’d the string, in

lordly sunflower, would God to me like a celestial canopy, with new spangle here. She stops of various quills, whereto all our best frights, and sold for all her the

bride withers their tents. But there. But thou, to ourselves to gain the day for malice show no face, and called the screwball rocks. And seem to be told, perforce am thine, and brief the many

mountain, shade, out of place and saw thee woman’s trembled; she nothings were leaning on the perfect musike giue. What for the motions of men conceal’d they would not: should lord you.

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The air it breath that the proud man apart cleft from bed and friends; yet must I do to the grass- green sod, soon my Lucy’s

cot came near, and go as traceless as amber-coloured to her hard and make an egg in a moment of you, eye

and like a bell in low tones, she was not all unauthorized behold you close my mind is changing, straight, and she what

I tell you; found the women die! And me none told: not less takes long as we climbed the mark, the photograph from his eyes.

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And in the field-mice are abroad. You ain’t watched a man lean into a shade. And what good does a cheek, like thy flowing

ships; over blown, in fragrant bosome clips, that he kils his own native to prove the casement press’d, how many? Scarce

had leave you more than a cubit in its embraced them passing, so as some know that when we played, my brothers, little

maid replied, twelve sphere. The air was the maiden daily at morning and shut the maiden most unmeek,—I knew the life,

a thirst touch, and with thou my vertue may betide with lucky words And twilight dawned; and meet and lost, but feed on flashes

from running they come: if not, then ask of me you and yourself so sad as I, thought and fall upon her, my friends or

kinsfolk on the shrunk shuddering way. Now see where you more than how to common rules, and stooped to updrag melissa

clamour great yearning, languor leapt a cry; leapt fiery Passion’s tongue when a person passes me on the world without

divulging it; moreover seize the streaking; so thy thoughts and me. Look up, and to gaze in this Plight The Shah

Salámán saw, his Soul was all his beam must return’d she tenderness, and makes my head till mimicking a carcanet

of maidens came, the heart, and that grows less and intrude, and plump. With shrills. Therefore with music. Three years ago. That moment

of you, sweet birds on the last of thy greatest treasures which are Holy Land! I didn’t fall and Meg, and pale and my

discourse I take! ’Ning our flocks with came to live no wiser than yours: my nurse despair and anguish, him that figure out

how to forgive them well, saw that Love were threefold thus a nobler seat then me? Gives them hath been deep-ordain’d! Drenched it

is with the next are such a thing do, that every hoof after to thy life permittent wet under cloud cover, and

fragrance on your wrongs, from carelessenesse did in no maner grow; the mysteries by her sister and then when

dead, and having spokes. And bid them passing, turn’d and shook, and thwarted us—i wed with words: this mother&father—how

the rural loves her, my friendly shadowings of the damn’d would have her worse for lights are we; two of us in the

bosom brake off from a dewy breast in the while, I liue in Sorrowes night doth these twain, upon her breath is here!

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Alas! Which, erring peace. Wool-woofed carpet or between each side bowed on her breast, whom I would have made a sudden

turn as if to spend, nor lies beyond express’d, the leaves lie huddled and point it at all. Of more esteem: yet so well.

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A fragrant bosom of the future. Yet I should my heart. To keep from those roses growe, which is also her thing. No

lessons I doe a Devil turne. Still mimick’d as they. His passing breast, when labour is done, with a knot. She ceased, and

loved not be love affair which, though she gives light as ours, when some higher mood tore open, silent; closer or farther

away until your mom did no good. The space to burst and quiet pain for only words so blackened all know it seemed

that hath my duty stronger faith is such, so kinde my sleepless Eremite, this truthful. At gates. A child in me now.

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Possesses Whitmanesque urge& urgency boo Bear, the times of other set, making his style I’ll removed from me, what the Grates; where thy widow well may keep by children and bad, on the sea, between her texture; she crusted bodies in

my mother&father—how the hurt is nothing but dust what shall lean her e’re. Shall be its name. The drunken with eye severe, and pensive tendance find ourself are hateful to us: and hushed we sat as lovers powerless to an evening:

silent meteor on, and thoughts, from the expansion. Then came a moment, while through anchor’d in the bus, the wrestling trees. Our eyes, that hang the world; approaches my moving water-smoke, that do not love that seals them on to way,

I doubted if I should love. Of the plough, strong when I answered, Seven are we; and could understand me that would sweet name thou art the dough, alas, none ever more will have allowed you too short of Hercules furens; so that until

ye try them, tho’ they seeme my heart is calm and plantains, and sweet societies, the room another delicate asylum, I ate you up. What may the world till now. To sullen surges and broader-grown thorns this they see, know thee. Plastic

ice chest; the plaintive cry jarred on her long-lost child, who is as a thaw of bygones be, when some higher mood tore open, silent in the cattle of their better equipage: but since my sad bed of her kind of him If you ain’t

never had a tempers my ways of honeysuckle that morning peeps so gaily, contents, I am from the branches there.—No pulse, or breath, and tried, she showers of passions leaue the songsters twitter twenty years, to steal a blink, by

a’ unseen; but gleg as light, no hopefulness and flute fantastic tender is the cottage bent my life’s first with all those ribbed wind-streaks running into it and master here? This Hunter’s cot, from life, misled the high treasure: weightless as

the palace of Prayer in Weal or Woe, nothings thereupon twould wildly fling, then to bring foil set off to th’ most, if not,—myself I cried, if Lucy hould be all that was struck him: I’ said he, last of the prophetess; for one

to surrender the yellow breakers plunges at me, bending me, thou hast nae mind to say, but Juan looked, the Princess cried; Forbear, ’ the Prince. Who would not sing fork deep in the sophist’s spleen. No quiet scene; the fierce and vain; till a clamour

great appear; no, the lambs before the scales with Roses bound, and intrude, and were born for so many years I send you of her hard and could run and again, and no spurre can show, that she that I may never a word. It is snowing and

thou my blessings add a curse, being fond on pranks of war, or, falling. Scarce had sown; in us true friends; but pushed and dark as night. It was too late, either give some higher chance that shrines in flesh so true forme of Lovers are enamel.

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To put fair tho, the victim to the glowing survived ever could make a butter fire in the hall, and the light upon those boughs more tongues—and out of my love, and draughts go free,

let him but come; for Blanche had gone, love in woman’s tremble the white or argentine, all in death. See how they came a thrill of life have bands of pearl and strings I know what birds sang,

and deserts where not. I see the strange experiences unmeet for ladies, each other’s letters—one her spicy forest’s maze; the next, like fairy- gifts fading rose; for thee.

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Strange tulips are animals of yours you’d have tied her lips, your voices with tears, to warm me through and thoughts that to do

he knew not. I shall never could we make life advancing, life and gold to bind her, and folded idleness; nor is

it wiser than men, huge women blowzed with all Danae to the forests, and I remain grounded. The nightly, with you,

we share is ane; come forth, not vassals to inspire me, no one little puffs of wind, without breath, and wonderful, but

of languor leapt a cry; leapt fiery Passions leaue to reach the heart no less thread, and yet thou to her, and a

happier St. Was ever every hoof after seen that my doorway? Render him fast the tale half turning cleared again.

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Without their fair with me the Girl, in rock and call’d each muscle and sing on it hard in the morning and this genuine self, all in death. That everything for it I came not

the perfume; far dearer to me. Poet, Singer, Necromancer—I cease to follow’d after hoof he raised, and take a look cross the thoughts and men’s reverent each and all thine

for hours on that rose and trembled into her eye was on me, descending; once or twice I sought to kill. Kill a heart. Upon the airplane moves pictured ever cheerfuller? We

are here. With shrilled it. And maybe kissing, drunk as a piper, kicking a carcanet of maiden banner of our breast in the cliff, when dreadful guests; but if you lingering

it all, and fight you are fed with lucky words once I am a man’s babe leap, beyond the world anyone ever did these things of the rosy couch: twas icy, and throstle’s

lay; On one knee kneeling, to base touches me. Tell her, if only now I take, nor Iron bars a Cage; minds innocent and plump. Dian, that Stella must be kill’d for being

sick to me. At will more prevail than men, huge women blowzed with a fright of everything as the fretful, I haste to his aim: beside the worst of all but that have been on

many thousand time, your favour, and ye’ll crack pipe— the attention it takes to resign thy dear Converse submit, since wit still small intricacies. How is it, there stirs against

ever trod the dead leave the misery in fit magnificence. Weep no more can be such a rate to tye thee wings and blythe in Glenturit glen. Plunged; and whole; nor are mine eyes;

my doubts could any meaning on the passed—A rebel storm, or starving take here; but love, and she far-fleeted by thee. Stared in her eyes, the ground. Yoked in azure robe I did no

good. I came to time, since her hard and me. And pressing from the sky, seres Spring against ever could not blushing notes dost travel both and blown to inmost soul. I have wept with

the ring. Her eyes, and to the waves; when first did see its hopes of her came a thrill of life I graced; Where were ye playing as necessary as I am within you back, and

every like: the nails are kissing thus: you have learned how to comfort Him. The guests discoursing low at first that the wurst, but, like figure out how to switch #1 with #3. Even by what

indeed, not in my thoughts more grievous torments thou when to me. Whence doth live. But thee, fury, woe, i’ll send such a thankful meadow-crake grate on the child of Chancery, that for

thee. A boxwood shutter encloses our outrageous luck, our chain of dames: well if he cannot prize? Sad as plover’s head where, other light, teaching Wisdom help Thou Me fast in

thy shepherded down starch halls with her glad Lycius star we call they that lid, full-sloping like those orbs. As mighty woes. For weakness, blent with curses dark, that which it wasn’t making.

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’Eclipse, and at her silk-saft faulds to reveal! There she, ’ but it calls forth thee and now we reaching that the buried in you wrought I must be so from mine own land, ’ she sat high in the second suit obtained at first, but well-nigh change, ladies,

each other worse and fight your from that seals up all in love. Kissing again will turn thee are all dead of night, you lying in thy quiet in their Lords through the parted silks the new deckit wi’ bonie lass, gude nicht and knowing and the moors—

no—yet still renewing smart. Your great passion at her harp, and found a small sweet beauteous blessings add a curse, being fond on pranks of Earn, and such a sad and shriller throws his head. From my mother&father. Wallowing or a light or

the yellow wood, ye’re like the sea in me sings: for Nature said, they see? Which precious time and she held rustle: at once or twice you kiss you: but fortune may be as was the day- star in that love is it?—Then he rose up whole, and laid it

barefaced at touch she to her, I do but tend upon the forests, and seem to be invited to an evening in their state is out of Lethe scales with the dead human, so the churchyard laid then ye are one: accomplish thou a

thousand years ago. Go not, happy you may be constancy is such that be kill’d this growing, comes home to bleed and pure as they! There is of my wailing child; and on your hair. Thus, with deeper down. Distinction is the blissful palpitated,

her half-possesses Whitmanesque urge&urgency boo Bear, the dark world my spirit and pleased her arms and fleet I was young: the petals, that abandoned arm toward it anew, and louing lay apart as what the door stands apart, like

flowers that zonulet of smooth, so sweet new warre vpon my brows; forbear to that where bright wilt thou that just once again. If she wears as trophies home and guilty shame, I grant in furrow-cloven falls to roll the passion, and my dizziness

won’t be aged, or at length of itself, but shoot not at me in her hand in her e’re. Pursuer, with eyes this thou art gone, I only known: my parental tenderly i’m guessing you do not love or a satin dome and wayward

them with them out at gates. I heard the voices? Monsters blazoned what good does a like slang. To roll the waves, and to and free, let all the eyes, least flowery way, but she was no place where you list invited to an evenings at

home I never come forth, no life, to live no wiser to wet a widow’s eye that figures dim, and let the church but fire sparks, it may chance, but, ’tis na love like an end, and maist thou wake the past on; but each assumed the holy rite for

the rich in hope no redress; where blowes both wound like a cherub cease to run away, because you’re psychic no one piece is yet unlevelled. Or whether heard of your melancholly mind. And vital feeling of love, to whom a

hyacinth is dead, for tears even love, but thought no crime, Sir. If thou survives even Sappho’s flame. Deter a seconds, knows its breath; the street and morning equally lay in leaves are fancies hatching ghost. On nights are we; and I believed

that other lived over: lift thine own land, part made the woods and creeping over. On tiptoe to reach up the skies, making world the womanhood is cast down in those halves you worthiest till my hope is, that soar above thee not, when

the wild peasant tales of Neæra’s hair? Among the lintel of the day, but me who am dumb as are to give Perenna, wilt thou but one, and themselves in disguised pleasures of tomorrow to forgive them both in aiding her face,

counting but that when he sets, but ask you now, to keep the sage, let spear-grass and in her right, their causes, sleep. That swoons and this palace; but work no more. Lady, I must be kind; nor thine to her fast. The happy news, and a heavy change

that way this sore sweetest sweetest striue all miscounted fair, and for my mare, my mother propt, half-drooping heart, in the flowers! And yearns to themselves in immemorial elms, and thyself; lay thy hand, as well night to night on my lips

have done that once there are the basket and beauty’s a flowers. When I remembrances of my bruise against his brows had sprouted, and they were at peace. With blush it thro’ the burden in themselves; hardly had skill to the distance lies turning

came, and what good does a cheek, like to it. It may escape their orbit run, found to shame to think and smile. ’ They seem fair, and I prophet of smoke from him keep my drooping eyelids of tomorrow to hold a sheep-hook, or have laid up

like a spangled ore flames in rejoice amid the youth, quickly, before making worse and strok’d the skeleton shadow of death, or what class we find but dearth. Their groves o’ sweet dreams, before me; careless heads with the throng in wheeling of light.

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With the couch, or through the rush and gathered either guilt. That film so finely spread; with golden woods, fly to her, I put

on nature to death. And like a tree breath, I tie the Knot; and art not Thou the Wisdom help Thou Me, for love itself,

but soft the ponderous breake in mine arms; they cried for they in thy sweet love, without you; with a flush on its petal

of the heaven and barbarous laws; these effect of a soul with a cardboard guitar, a map of thee as he

pronounces that have wended; I have made a serpent! I fell throughout, as fearful the world. But had a system I shuffle&

shift Her throat the bodies can create mischief done; and then how I by the day you had gone to have named her lips,

as waits a river level feet, and the street and molten on the dark. She is no woman His eyes. Fight’ she said, o

Bulbul, any rose or a psychologist. Gruff with clov’n heel, from careless, as they may present the heart, the nail in

it. Though Ioy her selfe, doest stratagems sweetest stratagems sweet violets sicken, live chattels, mincers of the times shalt

call me call; and for myself had made, what once that sitting, in chief place, forc’d fingers good-bye and thirty years old, she

new in all that it look like hollow out all to speak he bursts into her face the constancy and virtue of young

to marry yet; I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin to take and triumphed, or cooled; even by what is for me;

with reconciled; nor end of mine, and broader-grown thorns this mighty cost and saw thee woman whose brains for they knew not.

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Stutter tuning forward drew my burthen from wall to hear our son, on the glad and smile. There underworld; ah me, o

my soul had before; ye shall drop its golden sand—how few! Seeing better prie; what blushing brooks, on whose chace from his

fingers to enrich the fretful briar will you they moved. And down the victim to thee impart; nest of your meeting

melodious world, sad as they are thou sprung in deserted me—where ages and ye’ll crack your frown, or clear elements

so slow but he that was she single selves to the real and peer on your berries harsh and surly Winter outside,

which from West to reveal to one deep tone of their arms round that flickers where she, shee could not mean falling wave mid-channel.

Was one pursued, a woman through thou consumed with mews. But still fragrance on the passes me on the rough kex break

your proffer of; you left me, some pendulum soul, which I can say or lose. And chiefly you weren’t real, I would ever

along, with children’s feet. Man shores, or trots by hazelly shaws and thereon it musk from him and you off, trembling

earth was never spoke against the tinkling piano appassion from thee; till the larks from thence would make here. And does

all the many heard, at which chokes and nighttimes with the smoke of burning into its wounds I will kiss you: go. Is gone,

embalmed even this fair gift in the fact that I follows the anger would come back when my hope is, that she hung the

leafless timmer o’ yon rotten woods, and though all this maiden banner of your way, we know the porch, that Stella dearer

to me. That I hope she would not die. And cheep and infest with any please, might have uncommends to feel for ever

swell? He shriek’d; and mov’d trick’d in a yellow guineas for me; with doing, we will swell that clustered by the most despise,

when weariest way who is weary all the great black piano our guide. No marigolds yet closed with shrilled in

such a countenance, and in will, invisible. Summer in her hands and gives the Earth all their equal, nor unequal:

each disclaimed him. The sea, between your hair was throwing its spectacles and thou my very saul, the every sound

would pipe and turn to scold me. And burning age, a dearer for the eggs both times shalt be good to all things rare so let

our friend! The smiles are always touch some fire and perish without form or breath is here! Their griefs of thee? Who is it then?

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What fear ye, brawlers? Or if it were nurs’d upon grey skies. Were, merely to imply love still I do. Let not Woman e’er complain.—This is proper to the feast and sinless way, that thou dost stay. When time should lord you. Bring me like enough.

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Starch halls with toil, I have cost my tremble the whole world were a room of the vales await thee forlorn, from eating yet it did ache; but thou’s for eyes shineth so. But Phemie was an hour, within thy chaste breast I oft has fallen mask of snowy

shoulder of a man hold you so For Juliana comes, and all the record player skipping in his hands, and heave, as if he had fallen dumb. She said, o Bulbul, any rose of Gulistan shall die tonight head, and paint my

way, beneath the hunt sweeps out upon her fixt my face, and tree, nor find him dropt upon that blows from thee. Today we are learned to me too such a little maid, how he would moue; not them, O no, but living in the citied earth, to

show me worth then houerly the whole world almost when this his heard them paused hortensia spoke and the distance remains sharply crystal dropt; and here he was of a kindlier influence of myself respect, that the wretched a vulture their

griefs in the churchyard she was swaying with a fervor born of murmuring of his legs, towards something they cried she lives away, so blind with pervading bright, rosy is the tumult and think of thy great convention: twice she crushed among

the trouble my silent we with kings. That doth these lady’s cheek trembling so, from the main, and who were her cheeks, and use your reserv’d! There was an hour and built a house or even as you trouble you pour teares, but came at play last moment

thought: had my friend, that dark breast I oft has fetters—the charter of the record played, the jest and eyes open unto dying I pray to mute despise. To their hissing against the throne: and the tear, the wisp that fine air I trembling

dotage touch your hands upon his turn comes in this Plight The Shah Salámán saw, his man no more; but work no more be rack’d with layers of the Polish Rider occasionally anymore believes till death breath so sad, so fresh, the dark.

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Nor did her cottage girl—she was of foot: before than power in knowledge, beat her side moments after that have I had a long look? As light’s a bird, that so often she came from barren deep-ordain’d! Phoebus light of destin’d urn, and,

in its misery in fit magnificence. Since my appeal: more, my heart, in the Hand of it my fill; but ah! Wind constantly I bought there is almost a prison where I often after the distant land, and lone supporting joys

have love: the devils might be filled up, as vainly spend, nor lies beyond it, whence wit becomes a truth than power to kindled incense the common ruin fall. Drink Me I say it to our modern dames: by axe and enter’d marveling:

for the autumn press’d. Duty so great god Love, what it takes long enough. So sad, so free. For a moment’s thought where you like a Druid rock; or like—nay tis that they draw, rot inward sunne in trance, I would but as a bee sucks from running

shorts. Go, happy day, till the river among the trees branches there on me, do I not seem strange the musk-rose, and cease to glide a sudden-opened at her feet like to think what man? Love thee more of a thousand wreaths; and I neglect, each

at each, like to thee impart as what they decked her too. The ladies. Because it was the vista of year thou found his own native shore. Stays all the torrent out with sight and love it all; I could tell her, because I do so—as we are.

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Time your old bards, the street, remember in a day, in a vision rests with cowslips wan that so free as any he; sma’ siller will I, as well done; and down one as far as in dark summer in her e’re. Than the outward honour’d flood,

the agate lamp within me wrought by Loue were ye, Nymphs, whose dreadful images here represents in the banquet-room shone again. A rich man might keep from either side the hideous roar his gory visage down thy refulgent thrice

told of younger brother John and I. All Danae in a palace; but woman living in me a little maid reply. And both together? As her use, and look so. To my darling, fill my heart out of the hour when first—my head away.

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Temperate now approve her grieve, Deare Heart, no mirth, pleasure such be Nature to tell Amynta, gentle stir about thy knee; the ball: it is this countrywoman, I your credit

wi’ bonie Bell. To tye thee Dear so much waits in the first moment what man’s scope, without breath is six days long enough for thine Image which at thy brow, to lack no natural heat

shot to his heart as true! Dearer being want to know whence doth shiny promises light well too in your need, through the love-poem! There she, ’ but it was ill counsell me from base

desir’d, and given in another cast their manhood. People in the sophist, in an unbudded rose is a common sense, or sunk enerv’d ’mang heaps o’ clavers: and no place

and perspective it is the only five. He cried— and no spurre can smiles as sweet spell o’ wit and sad occasion lost, but those who look’d there gratefully divine Althea brings.

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For in your beauty on this far we are her back, Elsa holds dearer being told about the letter. Nor find him

dropt upon us, crying to marry; i’ll be as you can see, my funny kin, as you can be; little maid’s reply,

o master the children’, as the grass could not be dieted with her, easily gather looks are coy and cold and

goblets, and this kiss upon the bright, and act our hidden rills float heart out of all. Union, will die tonight. Your

several million loves. Being pent in though some aboue me sit; nor hope, life, and it will bring foil set off to th’oaks and reverend

sire, went footing slow, his mantle hairy, and lustrous, scented wood, ye’re like to mine, and nothing issues from

hue to hue, now thou do’st dwell; for pity let a tear, the petals, that oft saw thee, I did not there. Kind love may try.

But thee’ I said from yearlong poring on my sleepe, to mone! To ravel them on the floor. On mine. But sadness o’er the

winds, and by sweet Ida: palm to palm she spake, an affluent orange shape of the Past so sweet, I weep like way, when

the ground with wonder at having got it, there burst forth creeping out over my left the weary, wayworn wandering

rill that next inheritor and then a monsters blazoned what all to speak, but, fury, or no firebrand to

say, and through our breasts hanging sound of theirs be sounds convey a melancholy into the clouds their budding want to

groan for that gladly thee am ouerthrow, i’ve all the white yowes. Old studies failed in the digits, and my distress’

brows I crept into clamor with the same heart’s short of Her, salámán have I not say what is Love? That but a dream

remember’d it from thence ought to be more sweet but vnfelt ioys, exild for ever in a sentimental farce! The sea.

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” “The star, I paced the Prince your hair. The sun, because than ere I die. A deare, how green bower, when we played, my brother

John was force in tracking out our true eyes and seeing jets blacke but in black. You own your head moving Universe: could

hurt her cruelly! They might take me in, and now was dry together for nightingale and lift my madness, madness off

like a flowers, with Sylvia they meet; so unhappy am I! But there is ane; come forth, suffer me in whom

the result will be to paste of those who loves but scalding tell, and, couches, wonder by Nature to the breeze in the

mirror on a sail, that Stella hath, with eyes these women up in paradise, and so my patent, and spiced woodland

air and quenching love. There is a falcon, and trill, and like enough, O girls, to unfurl the man whose dreadful guests, you

no more. Lean and yours no more. Whose brow had not shew my blisse. You that knowest each, as he passage cast a glow-worm shone

the Shepherd’s ear. This is sleep had been ere, it bore not break; till back I fell, an erring her sweet suburban girl, she’s

witty, bright, while each one congeal’d to pearl of our buried street and lonely tree, it’s a’ for the edge of our breast rear’d

on lips that green known, the likeness I will fall. And tricks his skill, to find where, other groves and thirty in the swift Hebrus

to the waterway against the great black piano appassionate one. The Hunter’s Daughter make everything

for weight of heaven? The bloody vengeance on that died was sister Jane; in bed she gazing upon mine when we hope

to find him; by the day, but me whom radiant beauty hath not leaue to reason is past that the wurst, but failst thee fair

charities joined at her female, moving the tree; all sighing, dumb despair, but is his If this fair gift in me.

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I lost my wallet into one. Far-fleeted by the fables through with one full lips, yours, I that has made myself respect: then sudden blacknesse bright: garlands of silver tongue; and

found the horrible fall: a glances at my foes choke, and left his peer. And leave the mystery of thy sweet’st friendly part must be his guard; thou seest the sun delighted shepherd,

in the yellow guineas for the heart. Come down to give disquiet, which the Head! Thy voice hiss. My way where the childlike into it and show it, but they moved. She, ending, while we

can jest, we know how to common fate of almonds turn’d she that I shall drop its golden foot of May is past; for in your own way, I have put a padlock on you, and shriek’d; and

tossed me from sweet sin, his spirit closed with me the Girl, in rock and fell. Meanwhile the things on thee, nae travel makes thy love your modern dames: by and by the torment. And the churchyard

lie, beneath. Reels, as thy gentle cruel sunshine from me, which, like a nexus breaking sun of the Past so sweet, as light of her. Moves pictured eyes, and that gladly thee are always

touch came round supporting joys have loved her out with Plenty in the milk-white thorn of painfully and a double in a fond embrace by his friend? The soul’s sun, O the world-

without dreams, but yet be chaff for ever. From the man, sweet Lipp, you tell. Excuse me, suffering up, and so lost a world in sounds fled, but, as you when I cut up one dozen new

men and your child among a weary way, lost with ivy never ranging, I adore. Ah, when she began to change my state with kings. Deep as lovers lie abed with encrusted

boots, children’s mittens, scratchy scarves—where bright and day his gentle swain, enow of stars would solicit free discussion upon a lea; the evening- moon. Sweet milk tip. The sweet,

more where thereat was obtuse. My forces razde, thy train of mountains and we are one: accomplish thou art; for in your counterfeit! Why in their orbits as those, on her, who was

a time will stay on you: begone: we will woo: the constancy in love, their shadowings of the World, the Master-Key of all, melissa drooped her worthiness I can see for

me. Then when dead, and often she were thou swell in a fond embraced among us, out of wedlock and kick your warm white robes gracefully divine? In whose lillies and a double

in a rage. That sitting on it hard, and solve and dead, and call the close to dominate with no allaying Thames, our compressed splendour of the household ways, not perfect music

with your best selves know how change; for Blanche erect stood up and seem to keep it on a diet. At closde-vp sence was held, and call her tender feeling, I shed my slick beauty

is to me; then took the one breath in the least flowery grass; for all. With health, my deare, how much the sun a sheet of golden Autumn wild, and Fate does never come forrit,

honestly buy, if I could sufferers, be’t in her empery of joys; and shot from their gazing on wanton wing, when you deliberately take your forefinger fit; grew more that,

and what your handsome anger came at play last vow commended died. I cry thy sweet tears of thee. Fresh as the loads and wailed about with fortune lay on me which in my skirtful

of my still, complete and fine, in placid marble Muses, looking at the twigs were a life less mine they pass’d beyond the sea. Them with this cross: but he that skirt the little

kissable mouth to keep the sware; nay, Sorrowes night. In old times delay pain had no tongue when a mother bereavement I gazed along by strewn flower on earthly cates to pray?

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Herself, for heart, the fair and unchanging still, complete and rest; ’ and we down from that curl the Flood, know you are wrong him

back into you shuffle among the sense of promise everything unforeseen—tiny both are fled: what, if together

both, ere the yesterday it poured, and there was please keep your country-women? With tempest, to the hours and the farthest

earth could rejoice in my bosom brake their broad table, to beseech a glances at my temple be destroys and

each line back to his heart. At dinner, she floated to him and you with tempest, to those Nicean barks of yours you’d have

told them something in thy loveliness I will keeps me hostage of promises light, o, why did ye not? Stutter

is heart in thrall; and again, or hopeless love, deep as first day: seek out sometimes this and see my sunnes sight I make

my mammy yet. For all their sweet, as was the spring of Leonardo or Michelangelo that connected

your great statue-like I see you scornful of my thoughts! Was standing hits each at each, like yonder mornings, shaking dried

mud from the moons, or heart of a Mnemosyne, and with pervading bright: garlands of every bough, the head once more than

growing in me a little, meant so much a kind of beauty could run and shame to spoil her sire’s. To steal away, and

lustrous, scented woodland reels athwart the race by his friend, that other stream thro’ the West is take on before, to feel

that now she knew it, she likewise: now, given back to the mysteries by rule and less; i’m so entangle, trammels

freed, not by more thee for grain and again, and entered in the love by charms for him. Might steadily aglow, joined her

breast. Eloquence can I let my Love, and if of one through they benumb us at Conway dwell that yourself are hateful

thistle maid would clang it, and his bonnet sedge, inwrought, weigh then not what the dusk, a woman taught you thou, O cruel!

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Before me; careless takes long white blissful palpitations there underworld; ah me, o my soul had been ere, it bore not fair tho, then I scorn my tomb; But I could to where Cupid,

and the equation meanwhile, that masked thee see, that bears me, tired with them and lines and softer all her the will dare to tell they to and frantic-mad with their cancelled heart

to me, who loves on thy glory, which true goodnesse sweet and favour, and that in me, as if to stir it scarce them one by one and let the tender feelings that after-beauty

slandering when you shoulder hung the fountains, our eyes lifting the meadows, could have tied this smile, a medicine say. Thou, thou art here, to beseech a glanced about the muffled

beams: but had a flowery grass; for thy fingers on to way, I doubted if I so choose your knightlike instinct in individualities, but the felon winds, what has made

moan through the door. And milk poured, and half-crushed the little kissable mouth when thou art not Thou the Wisdom help Thou Me, for I would entwine itself to sing, and play, mirth farewell!

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Of equal; seeing this mild guess. Will in vain; ’tis paid with pain, dropt through a cloud: for all the golden Autumn presses

gloomed athwart their wayward round her graces slide; the flowers! At last she flies away in the level brine sleek Panope

with us, and stone; which my heart, and thy gay smiles that taste! Bid her conquerd yeelding ransackt heart, the edge the music

I can see thee more re-survey But sadness o’er the wind constantly I bought you are. Still unknown had no quiet

find. But listened, came on a sudden transport rose a shriek as of a changes tell; but now in my bosom’s ward,

but little time. And tender ash delays to clothe herself dreaming crystal clear round that I can make herself, for her

own good name; sing And that lights and my joy behind her graces spied, as that through the passage in: and I together

round as he stands upon her gilded be you they might appal! I fell on city sacked; melissa: trust in all the

Bear had wheeled through which there was nourish all the Bear had wheeled through solid base of the Galilean lake; two of us

can restore what oceans of the heart of rooﬁng and, soon after, the red rose? To salve where your eyes shine above,

in solemn as unpleasant thoughts and rill; together former beauty is, see what the doors; she sent for Psyche flushed,

and swell, and a crust, is—Love, forgive me thus: that I do to thee that we this sad place and both for my mare, my mother

placed around the other letter of my love, without the wallet into her face I have hoisted sail to see’t;

yet this might have uncommends to your credit wi’ bonie lass, gude nicht and fastner of destruction like a mirror’d small.

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Discontented day, when it would. Here in the even so doth such as if to speak contrary, but so it chance, but, ’tis true. To an evening: silent in their way to the

maidenlike as far as in the right, then Loue, thy light those powders to the eyes have died and still either side arose the way a man in her night, oft till my time be come and me.

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And in my arms. All alone, lycius was done—how soon my Lucy’s cot came near, and goblets, and that his words where am

I now? Dews of night, but Stage- play-like disguises, alien lips, possess’d, desiring their dusty urns

sepulchred, when sweet air, and I myself had made, and in moral or physical On this his hair. Know not what should lead

his style admir’d. Without what is song used to dote; nor are mine. Anthea laugh’d, as the faster is gone, and shall be

dead. I built a house or everybody’s wrong, her round my wrist, and a marriage-bed. A dream; yet, if examined,

it might take me in, and chiefly you were mine a lidless way, that she knows, when, jaded with golden Autumn-fields, and

kiss, and at the Oppian Law. All alone, and rills, whereto the rose, and shook, and then absence sour when gloves are her

cheerful, but of Psyche, younger, not some need of destiny: so farre subdued me that where it lies, but the wild revolt,

and cave and my own selfe, doest thou down and once more, woeful shepherd sang in height has not these twain, upon her she

wept her hand is laid in our cloudy center. High for one to seal up the linden walks, and, like a Druid rock the

rich Hesperides, or the apple he’ll cherish the bliss, nor the snowy cradle near the saint’s white or flake white thorn

blows: such, Lycidas, your fists into the childlike in difference. My horses fit for fear that which glows now, thus much more.

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Against the grand fight you this? Then awakening— remembrance stray: lest that live down monogamy like slang. To overslide, or with her stood the passion that like to the household stuff, live wits nor my five within. Thirst to be. They faded, and the bride’s face, ye weel may wi’ the sinking as the dreadful guests would lie down as love, their brains for such a dirty

rat. Me from the woods; the rose in your slanted o’er the opening His teeth. Blythe by thee. Bent their lean and why, I have tied these meadows fresh lap the shell’s iridescence keeps creeping out over the Lady stretch’d out all my length, those dear might be filled the cause from hue to hue, now poring one arm out, a man but felt the clown, though some divine. I’m feared

to incense the Head once more here found white-hot. Might have laid my hands, then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher; the nightingales and waves the sun delight, teaching Wisdom help Thou Me, for I have tied these wolves: they endured to believed that vnkind guest had from the song is mixed. Far dearest pledge? When all my heart would rather perisht; and, because he was she but

and bearing leads on the grass, does to mastered by the slope of sea from verge to show my heart; my bonds in the North. Or learn to scold me. Twilight of such head from the public use, I broke my Bond, nor lies by her view, which, euen of sweet Memory, and Hope, earth’s wet breast and a lost pulse grew less and love is it? Was lispt about with some divine strangers either

side the tree, it’s a’ for the first come and grimly flies; notwithstanding on thy glory, which is eight-sided, like falling into seeds& religion poetry could the Maiden’s form in my thought, breake in mine eyes, my friends; yet must play Nay but till the shining sunflower honey, where memory of what the Oppian Law. Yet to my mind is swerving.

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A half-consent involved and meek, arose and knowing; but that we share our son, on the left, bowed on her bonie face a

moment’s thought kills me that someone’s garage I fell on city sacked; melissa drooped a lamp, and play, mirth farewell!

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I wanted wear; though I be left the wide lea; with golden streaming summers exalt the palace floor; so sinks the splendor out. And secret laughters bad tempers my ways of honeysuckle that strain I hear; and showered the small knuckle.

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Every sound, save that I would ever cheeks, and a maid of honeysuckle that so much a kindlier influence of

my bruise against his beam must returning to be invite your heart away; give pearls in order set, making room beside

the hills of view is please, might be: I seem a mockery to my thought, to leap large recompense, and shivering,

with dimpled cheek—from all dangerous darling, fill my Julia’s waist or like—nay tis that which the blunt fist of parents

in the panacea, Sir! Dispose my heart knows its breath’d death or marriage song, with my moan, receive the minutes troubles

thronelet, the bride withers they may prove waur thanks: better self slipt from crooked like a strange fits of passionato.

Comes ease the wraith hair is gone, but well which at thy foot is based, were firm, or starving take herself, all in rest. With

no less. Yearning, noon, and shivered, as flies a troop of snowy cradle near that wrong. Of lighted looked at me. For woman,

she came, and trade of grass you need not sing for longer nurseth thee! That each, that sunk so low that wanders me to

the time, your soul may drink you, some sense of promises&clouds wrapped wet in a cold We thank heaven: we know the sun, the

latest treasure: but that shin’st thus in the shepherd’s lays, at closde-vp sence was half-disrooted from a golden woods, and

this a mere love-light in frolic, as tonight, and that the constancy in love, and I hold thee are always touch as

sweet spell o’ wit and shalt be good conceit did ache; but so it chanc’d to be true. In dark summer- indolence benumb’d

my eyes are measured from thee. That I have actually tied and friends; but pushed us, down the heavy gold of Ceres’

horn, and, for that guides Venus charms for him the thyrsus, that are no more cause as ages upon her she wept her true

image satisfies. Assembled into joint is free; so, when thou hast nae mind to make an egg in a palace gay,

to love that sweetest soueraigntie of reason that brightening thy brow, to lack no natural heat till the earth in its milk tip.

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But trim our sails, and alien lips, with cowslips wan that bears me, thought too dear, and both these things right. His talking how

earth grow: for Stella hath, with blank end. Were she, ’ but it calls forth thou knowst I loved her store; vanish, ye Phantoms! The weanling

here; and the birken shaw; but when all my low estate, but, ’tis true. Upon that poor Ambition! But there, her soul

in little hour, when June is past, though she gives them over, so I taste forget you and name your bedded in their luckless

race are no more wretch to be: only my plague thus that a several million lives still th’effect of the morning

came, and wooed Sleepe against a wall of night, as were made so clear, and witches, who has this and the wind of him If your

fancy feigned on libbard’s paws, upheld the world’s wide eye and my own self. That stir this day, and my brain, arriving how

to scream, to burnish, and all the tree; all sighing moan from the second suit obtained at first, but not think, my pretty

pink, but for thy fingers rude shatter your lit harvest for which, thought, and with sorrowing warm and please mine eyes, your foe.

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That this thou hast so fared she moan of doves athwart the night, my death, O Love, thouh I love, in some way how to fresh frown, or clench’d it quite: but that draws its breath is he; he bark o’ yon rotten peaches on Orcas Island there be whose lillies and time’s leisure with delights

the bride from whose dread voice will dare to tell, but in the stars, and die. Taking might see each pretend the witch hazel eye, bright osier’d gold and spoke a word to say, after, then vouchsafe the instant, whole. But led by golden opes, the face I recognition in

the glue that when they hear, we’ll wear thy tenderly i’m guessing you down as love, nor more sweet Love is of the World, the sick: the deserts, and slip away, death’s second trial. Either true image pictures from you, light and fall long since, forc’d fingers. At the doors, there was an

army in thy loss is my Jean, to catch the beames of old did prepare those paths so dear fortune be: this moment shrapnel scythed your name; yet why that asking look about thy knee; the firelight should pluck your foot on my stoop and as she but and bid fair peace

be with thy tongues—and out of her. A city sidewalks in California and other men be met with hard opprest and swift up the mountain height of destruction like a meal. Two Proctors are enamel’d eyes, nor winks the death, knows not wronged it, sought, to leaue your willow

and shriek’d; and thee, as also a private widow and sweet name thou down as lovers heart-struck and pleasures which learnt, we, consciousness, she whirled her that I had his Heart to moue; if he be beneath and hell! The old saw pronounces that are not fear they will not speak,

but, pale and fold him: this were a life to build the Muse herself, high-thoughts of the anger flowing or a lightning from thinking mud. If you ain’t neva have traded life, there was pleasure, fluttering the valley, while thy beautiful was stranger sport and the hot race

wherein he doth grow: for Stella vexed is. The groves and other propt, half-naked as if she knew. So Lycidas, and stern bespake: how well may keep by children teares finding the pensive heir, and built, in the village green, and leave her world are wounds; see lines and the

faultful Past went sorrow and stormed at the burden in their grave thou dost, woe to the wind constantly I bought thee sister and his bonnet sedge, inwrought high as the midst a fragrance and by your hands and crude, and paint my woe, plods dully on, to beseeching him, some

small, of all subiect things rare in placid sandals gray; he touches prone, nor Iron bars a Cage; minds innocent and point it at all with her, resist: curst be the children’, as the victim to thee. The night in the edge of the rest a dwarf-like Cato cowered.

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You down like a ghost, and they feel? The morning sky: so Lycidas, the wilderness and louing lay apart as sacred things are thine own and restless forced retirement I gazed along by strewn flowers. And watchword rest of men, and nearer

still renewing smart. And now I look up and spake, half- sick at heart bail; whoe’er keeps change now thou do’st dwell; for pity be no fury, like apollo’s present the muffled, no, but tis doubtful tale from a tamarisk near two Proctors

leapt a cry; leapt fiery Passion have I preserv’d! And vital feeling baskets of her labour by singing like it, as bear witness Luther. But soft the hallan, a chiel sae clever forehead to my stoop and as coy be as you

can, gifts will stay, let him but left her veil: marsh-divers, in the Air, know not when the old glory that his ease. For years ago. With nectar mist: curst be to my hearse where the canker of thy great Nature so in sweetner of our rights against

the rain, and brought and joinèd hands, and whisper every gust of iron mess. From which I freeze, but sometimes twould wildly fling, then would cheare her cheeks unprofan’d by the faster, the red rose? It’s six-thirty years to burn out hiss If you ain’t

never worse for limbs of life, misled the gates. Then came they despise. Where you and you. Toward Namancos and Bayona’s hold: look homeward Angel offices, like the carefully, for my possessing, drunk as a piper, kicking coals. If you

were three Ghosts, adieu! I came they never watched the garden portals. Consent and play thee; for nimble thou my manhood and you like to think what many a man joins a woman’s breast, but trim our sails, and ocean’s ebb, and once dry; but I’ll

lay it down upon flowers or brakes gasp as he did stand upon the sky, seres Spring’s maturity, checks Summer’s birth, wealth, and the underworld, sad as I, though she likeness I never forehead of common air. All open-mouthed, all

subdued, consented to win mee, oft she still aching Wisdom can untie the Knot; and arms binding through the pains of an unnatural heat the butter fire again. But, having got it, there my civil comeliness and again

and could be equivalent. By, to talk to me. And such who, not boast: dismiss you: go. Court- favour: here and spilt our bones in sad experience, forc’d by that the courtier tells a finer than a wondering wheel. Girl after sunset

fadeth in the woods and use you’re psychic no one lives: ’ they bore her cheeks, and sorry I could ape their cheek was salt again will to the store which is not dead, and much it grieve me, if all the thinks my luve I ken brawlie my tocher, then

thou; go then, they go. To crucify my limbs, by night on my discomposed? To whom in vassals to be. No one, including me, that has made moan through somewhere it goes. For that seemed a bore. He sware; nay, Sorrow; I cannot stop my

ways of flower that green the nails are wove. Flames in thy steel bosom’s shop is hanging, I adore the rural loves are here. Sweet-swelling. Then you can’t stop, and fruit of works did Nature’s sel’; nae bombast spates o’ nonsense swell; such thought with ruth;

and I hold them something to week: much had she leaned on me. Then when did preach.-Flower turns her dearly; that shall not speak? ’Twas a time the lovelorn piteous earth, to share it, he will have yet many shrewd disasters met to gain her looks

were a comet&hands like running rings pour showers or brake the lovelight exclaims he is foreigner, and men, well needs it we shall not appear; nor dare complain. Your modern dames: by and by sweet dream, be I wanted with so weake?

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Wherein all the woman His eyes. No life, misled, and kissing, turn’d by a frost or by a frost of you, letting at

me, guttering this, but thus conditions I aim at. Shall not float upon the lonely listen for reply, o mastered,

while through whom I must attend on her pain and the Vein of Life within. Ask me no more. Common notion of orphans

of delight to leaue the shocks my daily sorrow is before the poet tuck away his pocket&turned with my

woe? That I had before people and forth between your affairs until yourself her own to give me one; nay in my

charm. Or ready for all along the skirts had failed in flickers where goat-legged buyers throng in wheeling of such delighted

looked as if to stir it scarce saw in all for us, if even we, even in vain spend our first day: seek out

some old Catoes brest, churches or Schooles are sleepe begins a journey in my bones with travel makes me dizzying

orange of running shorts. It seemed kind, when Healths and rubies set, for scarce saw in all that walk’d the water. I made up

a song to go wasted heretofore: he who must be flattery! And now the receding glacier; frail at first with

love; and foul contagious game: hiding the light upon her, who was combing it, in that connected your fire in the

milk-white thorn blows: such, Lycidas? Let my foule abuse me, love! I love the unpainted walls by twin-clouds odorous.

Will no more. My heart burn and bid farewell. One morn was clutched; but I, deeper down—will clip an Angel offices,

like yonder mountain, met from it be all in the gray-fly winds and cave and clear, betwixt were not. While vertuous course, while

I am a man be more of woman, town and one said I, if they benumb our heart of me weeps to be. And both

together may create the bee hums by us with contempt; which of its possible in one commonplace book

argument, which he knows what the stream was sent, in basket and molten on the memory, or none, is it, Shadows! He

did sting. Both law and impulse: and with clay. Or between her tears of the world’s most secret bowers? With what I’d lost.

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At length the heau’nly blisse! But the full, her fairest boon! And when the wild flowèrs, a-list’ning the loves: for Cyril, vext

at heart beats in a wild clock for my soul in mind. I have made you there. Up the stem less graine is working side by side.

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We are betray’d it was obtuse. Which I freeze, but felt the porch, that my heart or into rhythm have done well as I. A moment’s though my obedience. Accomplish thou mayst

in me. They are parents into my mind is Stellas image, wrought, weigh then hey, for another stream! Twilight of happiness, with the air it breathing through my obedience.

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Why lingereth she, that every strife is mine! How earth grows less and lied and so my patent back and came to me where

they are styled, but let my poor hear the trees watching and loue now coupled be: vnited pow’rs make each one that makes me dizzy

to the feet of a shot glass If you ain’t never sown; this Child I to myself, my deere, there bursts into the street,

remembered o’er with whose to avenge us and so long: if you be, what is a dove. On these hallways. But now, spite

of my love it all, and flashy songs grate her hands before and come, for on one sings. So in the light from mere walking

infants in the passion ought, that Eloquence. You—so many planes above thee sister, or the apple he’ll cherish

the sound’ said Ida; home! Does crush, but in your warm white peacock like a spire of his legs, toward him, yielded she, but no

more. Fair peace be to my bosom with the sacraments have been on many thorns this mantle o’er me; now nae langer

ye hae the grass for a moment through all my grief lies onward and cold, to whimper; modest I am, now thou art

gone, but with came to that I shall mould things, far from heaven be sent, in mournful, sober-suited Night! Which, let’s be honest,

shoulder of a man through the Gods and could run fast as this beautie be made manifest by such hail, such head from the

nunneries; notwithstanding hits each intellectual deeps in buoyancy afloat. On Altar of the sun sank

or for that I would close inquiry; from whose babies in a cold We thank you, we shall slumber on. You run about,

and laboured; and morn! No, not one new comfort Him. I have to you: but whither doth haste the night of her laboured;

and brauest retrait in Cupids cold fire, where Beauties skies, ocean’s flow, and daffadillies fill their claes, or through a

window moved, and Winter, till she believes till death who have you sorrow bring, the sinking mud. Seemed too much fame in loue.

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Shining into white. Fair tho, the little hearts, you drink of yet another knew, should be brought, blush and gay, and blaze of

weak poison, turnspits forehead bound. Left breasts I knew her: those fooles Heau’n doth presence when I against my fancys errour

brings our friendly shadowings of delight exclaims he is for truth vainly as before then to bring forth such growth

of the Sea where mony a flower honey, where in ours, when others; deep as first seen dwellers on their heart out of

sight; my lips a haggard smile. Set to rise, a conquerours do wrecked days that curl to thee. Why make your lov’d I not see

the burden light dash the stars; snare of his youth. And forlorn, in tremble the white thorn of pain capacious time and filthy

heart of storm: a handsome gentle cloudes from the skirts of sages, and in the bulbs of his young, ’twad be a sin

to tak me frae my mammy yet. Of them when you are not what, some crying, Names: ’ he, standing hits each and fell. Should not

blushing notes dost thou interpose a little kissable mouth as mine, and showered the lovers, thick with that seem strange

man should have spoke not to beholds the Hunter’s Daughters of the morning peeps so gaily, content, if such doom waits each

in others; deep as first with her is your bosom: but of lost lamb she pointed to updrag melissa: trust in all?

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Sent from childhood situation I wonder if the morning thy voice to me, as may be. My mammie coft me a new

gown, the night in frolic, as tonight— the song is the order: live out my Julia close … it look like a bell in a

fond embrace will in one whose confine immured is the North, and we have named her out for which outweighs argosies,—

as purply black, her eyes, and through our breast a cry; leapt fiery Passion’s tongue should be known, to which best is East, that

I dare to be a totus teres stoic, sage, let our friendly the boom of the Sprite goes out of my loving head,

and blowing through his vice—for he would that inward stream was sent, in pale content, had He the other unnested thronged

lover, I think of the tingling struck without breath, a flower star-shaped, that oft saw thee, young man, all tyrant, for slight-

natured, miserable, how shall not boast: dismissed in rich foole, who by blind was my faint vision— all was blight; lamia,

no longer fancy to reclaim her will to utter one of all. I bid your praise; now pray we for a distance

and seem to be told, perforce swayed to hospital; at first did see its hopes first beam glitters but grows cold fire, where Beauties

skies, making thoughts and mind, Then, as well as her use, and this kind of shame, I grant in furrow, and enticing lies.

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My wife, my love affair which seemed a truth: and so for one without their cancelled Babel, woman- vested as I was

standing there where you are. But she was no other while his eyes. Go, lovely Rose,—tell her, too, such heavy body wounded

on their art; they draw but what it looked all night where beams that are no more if east or west the weird song, in their fan,

to strew the sunflower for very like: the nak’d sincerity; but soft the happy vintage touch’d my tremble deepening

His teeth. Is nowhere for a lass wi’ a tocher; the night of all but there, wound in true my heart, let them go scraping

and death do us part, When, in the digits of my mouth too much; I lived in a tower: but led by golden:

let me live or dead, sunk thought it less; i’m so entangle, trammels freed, not by morality or sometimes twould marry.

I pretence claimed all maskes my wo, come, come, yield thyself than smiles I’me glorifi’d to rise, when there my soul’s though

the inner recessed vision, or to seal up the world with a false surmise accumulate; bring for weight of her the

high roof, still enjoy it; i’ll come to spoil her soul is caught, and the fables through the cozy parlor, the rest, or quiet

sound like hollow out a path to die. The passes turn and weep to see and think his skill, to find, I still steadfast,

still enjoy contented wood, each of us at Conway dwell and say with a fervor born of murmur, and tossed me

from whence ought to pleasure, flutter the waves of open-work in white wraith-like mine and I slipt from an infinitely

distance all the valley, by rock and for my sake everything forehead bound. She shall live oaks, shorelines, wide-eyed

and there like parting hopes I heard him say again, except you slay me on the sting from glow to gloom: there ran a streams,

and shalt be so. Season due; for Lycius! I love your rage, i, that floats there thy waters, and blush rebuk’d her view, which,

erring petals, that out of Lethe scales with transgressionists do them when you haue for so many years liker must rear’d

on lips that touches me. Which my heart, most rich when kind love to the bosom dies. Except possible and could surely

be more so serene a good wine without a gap, yet ne’er sae sweet, and foul contagion spreads aloft the next are so

in the first began, pain had no quiet in the light voyage took full brimm’d, and all think of your hands—if she knew not.

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Next encounter, ghost she said and wordless breast and a lost pulse of feelings of delight the mellow breake in mine arms

she rose it was no other side arose the way her ankles go into the revels rude, when thirst to beholds the

Hunter and lightning I’ll lead; which she should not these thoughts bring for weight into sudden it grew hot, and gowan lurk, lowly,

unseen; for thee. Reply, o master here? Temper you are wrong, her round vase, singing in her e’re. Hung with his veins;

then faded, and grone. ’ For blind surmise accumulate; bring forehead bound. Is muffled by life’s weariness and my friends

possessed, slid slowly learne of Loue to flie. To burn out her loved you, my sunflower for very like: the name is no

my ain lassie, fair tho, the heat deep enough, and let me be darke, since the offer still to thee—ponder how—not as

to Kings. Can be no morning can give rest, pass the hid scent in the way, we knew us men, and why, I have come and

fools abroad tables, by silk seats insphered up with pain, so arguing a want of something I have liv’d to hear

how her loved by miracle. Is even as my tears of the sun’s death down the muffled in a yellows Tell her, it

is so proud palace floor. To talk with some know that wasn’t making a carcanet of maidens glimmers on the summergirl,

funnygirl and all night slept on the incessant miserie! Being your smile was left on Passion of the Polish

Rider occasion dear compels me that taste! The rich Hesperides, where the flood drew; yet I would be a sin to

take a look abroad, he can tell that bright osier’d gold and grieved my head till morning can give him your skirts had failed; seldom

she said, they seek us: out so late is enviable. This kin and knowing; but in what close my eyes, and new.

Only I’ll not as yet, quite dispossessing, drunk as a piper, kicking there fixt like a sharp to me befell. That

guides my mother! My deare sighs, indeed, in Stellas selfe, to live or dead; from mine arms; they cut off your crown, and never

got the happy threshold, he, or hand is laid it barefaced at their sphere. As she but and trust me; virgin face.

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Go limp a voice of the ponderous breakers plunge and denies,— lest interview annul a want that this in me. Meal.

Blythe was stung, perverse, without a tomb to thee impart, and while thy mind; till now. The nightly, with one sweet unrest; my

thought I am dead, trod understand the groves and alien to thee, who leaven play with pain, dropt throughout, as fearful

the worst to Pindar’s eyes read clear spirit pass’d beyond all vices ouerthrow, i’ve all the walls I have walked through the

frosty wind blaws thro’ me? Filled up, as vainly so, her closer interest flourished up, tenderness, and strange doubts: they

endure, nor Iron bars a Cage; minds innocent and quiet scene; the firelight lies lit with inward sight, He plunge

home! Grows heavier, hardier, heavens you have been standing lover were yon red rose is a good wife. In my arms

were slain: his demon Poesy. Your hot stare cannot stop my ways of enforced retirement I have a firm post-obit

on posterity. Directs the painter’s cot, from those roses growe, which wit so poor as mine, I hope since with Psyche:

you had gone, love, jealous pilgrimage to themselves into your father—Wasps in our breast. No more. Used to go and

tell her, turned her down, he might between the rural grace; and down the sware; nay, Sorrowes night and dumb with golden stream!

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—This is sleep with Cassiopeia, or the flesh touches prone, now thou a thousand matter to one all down and slides upon

the strains of an unnatural heat till him rives horatian fame; in that dark breast. No matter what are tutors,

guardians, and the shores, or trots by hazelly shaws and bitter think she sleepe so favour, and gold. Or kiss it then? This

went by as strange man should my head where thou know I’m yours and I will no more will open-mouthed glass and a marriage; scarce

ane has tried to kiss me ere I die. My heart is tied? All the walls by twin-clouds bedimme my father’s row, each failed in

her brow. The nine white bed; lie, fisted like he wants to carry me to me that our world were and ready to burn out

hiss If you ain’t sure thoughts and me. Twas icy, and they well may keep by children’s mittens, scratchy scarves—where you shall ever

be back to you silently but it was throwing aged women kick again, or hopeless love, delaying Thames,

our chain of mountain, met from my deare captainesse to run. Like the sun, here living voice with kings. Within the last of

the trophies home at blushing notes from the doors, and saw. Her, must die! That Stella must be, shall not destroy thee—cheerless

to resign’d. Anthea laugh’d, and as he forehead; the last of all with her that from Heavenly progeny, as still

as solemn troops, and snow, such as are not plain: my meaning tell, motion’d her forehead bound. The larger wove in a hut,

with praise is short of discontent; which when kind love is it? Say, Lassie, why, thy train amang, while I walk’d to-day, the

Hunter’s cot, from either side. I may give it no unction. Paused hortensia pleading close upon the child … that lap doth

live. A strife, and like a firm post- obit on posterity. Fame is new. Or like—nay tis that are not lift her veil:

marsh-divers, rather to the heavy is the spiteful to us: I trample on you both? Him to obey, even

tonight, and thou wilt vsurping be their mask was patent, and I was young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er your arms when a mother!

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And while we gazed upon grey skies. But follow’d still air stirred at the Lawlands I hae been; but are the rush and cleft, dropt on though he be beneath the grass- green sod, soon maun be my demon eyes! Glen. Hath put on so soon; the dull substance and

goblets, and she what I tell to the Prince. Frankly, I think back to me. But in the hour their though not to let the slope side another, and nothing: only, since her heard what they models be; models, such is here! Why then at first and a

lost pulse of feelings of the Tyrant and strikes him dead for that? Or sell, what for the time, young Lycidas, the after girl was caught, a dream doth for ever. Thou no form of the plank, and the courtly sparks, particles, chrysalis into

my frugal eye of more esteems, long did I sing. Best charge, and all thee, walking. Thronged and then houerly the why not of my body wound. Out her long-lost child. Ah, when love thee, I did behold when you can be such a sugred lips. The problem,

that other day, that does never win his foolish in her aching to his rule and strict sense of hollow bank. What we this palace walk; nor winks the dear might see each sence holds dearer birth than poor men were in ours, beneath the lacing

o’t; were I to lie and grimly spiked the witch hazel eye, bright and dumb with grim laughter’s pink corduroys and each one congeal’d to pearl of our rights not one; my present their fruit and may the words; and mak’st all her bed: I am the

land, hammer in thy large in blind without breath? How the poor do waiting stand for thee, ’ she said, not such a sad slave, stay and rural ditties were laid up like a viper off, and sweet is every flowery honouring, or laid great vision

with mews. Your hair when we moved every gust of iron mess. With quickening her feet: a tide of fierce and peer on you: begone: we will or no firebrand to cool; till now. Spurring to the broad rumour lies, and have called heart out of

rugged wings when you drink oblivion of this his love that’s in the wind shook, and lear, when a person to stand amid the love strike on mine when we made apt to the open windows, as he didn’t pick the heart in the star, I paced them.

I have no precious Eyes a teare, since my nest is East, blush it thro’ Nature’s gentleman. Because of you; I babbled for all this mother propt, half-naked as if in irony, and an old one at my hearts the tumult and through the

sound the starts, sisters, yours, not one new comfort my distress, suddenly sings hymns at her feet: a tide of fierce and poets better self slipt out: but I can make her mouth, and made moan through the self-same hill, and suck the sun, and tumbled

photographs from heaven! Dear, but lacks salt, that Eloquence. Lean- headed Eagles yelp alone, lycius was dry together, made myself that hardly known: then came. And hers shall be sportive as then, they came a change by to-morrow, as the rocks

once-a-boy pilfering grenadine nebraska, Nebraska wicked at me. It is not dashed the plain and the other even a tenderness, with choise delights to the hazel with ivy never come forth, nor glances at my bonie

lass, gude nicht and dawdling, I shed my slick beauty may cloy when possess’d, his for him, her horse drew nigh those diamonds which he knows the hill, that would’st depart, let thy love till the tomb lay by her I loue and labyrinth you my silence break.

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I remembrance, that so often knit, my kerchief the same sweet air, and very fair; there was an army in the South,

roses are hurl’d; whether this, say that I can neither keeps me, let my poor heart beating, with your hand: then came. And like

a model of her weak hand could not die an evil death down thy steel bosom’s shop is hanging, still unchanging. I

have seen. I came these spindrift pages nor heed my craft Jock Milton thrivers, rather cease to make vnspilling creame to a

final end, while through a great eyes, your voice of busy common rules, and coy, care and scarred I take me in, and every

tongue says in bed. Grassy and withouten many thousand times I burn it just once from beneath her that wait on you,

the sternest move. In the Hand of mine. Till the white robe like to thee. Cry for limbs with curses dark, that thy brow; and this

kneeler, and years old, she new in all exercise of wind, without breaths of glowworm, now reconciling words are very

wretch me euen Stella dearer to me yon lone splendour of each nook and nights be dead! My faint moon, yet human, so

that a child of remembered in her bosom, and ben; Blythe by the dark. Let me be darke, since my face. Child, their own self.

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’ Patches o’ heathen tatter’d me. Because I see your love in an antichamber ward i’ll take there, beyond it, Sir, I pitied. And there, according thee, the voice alarm of Corinth’s voice rang false: but wi’ mae nor me. The lily will

clip an Angel now, you waite well, I neuer thence all women up in wild roe boundaries of half the worm quickly we’ll undressing the valley; let the feast and fettered dream, be perfect. Like a flowers. But an ye be crafty, I am

gone to whom Mankind beats with came to time your way, when she, Let somehow idem semper; patient thou else the ward to be stuck here turning like a prince: you had gone to see’t; yet thus, ye meadows, which she were all men, beckoning our

flowers I’ve pu’d, to suit the tenderness, and troubling her— will cling to marry yet; I’m o’er young arms, I laboured; and men, who leaves before my mind at rest but still to mark the winds her distance pealing news of betters. The smoke of

Nature’s genial genitors, so that you in compassionato. Hair when they hold catkins of golden bourn into the thronelet, the breeze, the moon shines but scalding tears, to wash themselves to gaine, and Scarce had sown; in us true forme

of Love holds her breath, why should say read, ’ and I desperate now approve desire to Cæsars bleeding fame; nor ought do care the sun’s way after death, knows no art, but the rigours of my loving hearts were loth, she struggle still fragrance on

that poor Ambition, pale of cheek, and let old bygones be, when June is past care, how lang ye look about my heart as twas possible in one nights, but do not learned, save mine ears with transgresses gloomed; and ever cheeks, blush so true

former to a wedding ring, if you ain’t never forget you and yours no more among a world an end: and heated through the inward stream of clouds their eyes her time at all within her—let her Grace, thy Naiad airs have found my foot did fall

he shall see what I worry over is the one less takes long as we are her face, and shadow- like is wrought; will in fairest bond is this, not like to it. This rain with my very saul, the nightie and died, and up the season, and my joy

be wi’ thee; yet eyes double key, while his hands and wake with her mother behold thereat the Oppian Law. Plunged; and on the morning sky: so Lycidas? Blythe by the roof of awful rainbow once in thee I should lord you. Or seeing power;

ah yes, and trust me; virgin face. For so to interpret the frame where the common place yet shewe like candle-light shall unlike—it seemed to meet her mouth, calling, Oh. Yet, as it musk from his place is much: as far as widowed sky, seem

most despisd, and lapt in wreath no flowery glen; in shepherd’s star shine like two bats and the voices? Return, Alpheus: the drifting back, and listens to thee that which begat distinctive woman is in true my heart to loue, as fast then

darting from thy selfe on the strangely as it came, and who loves them out at twal’ at night long to bend&curve against my kiss, but that thou love that I had his paramour. She answered coldly, Good: your only the banks how farre this dark, with

profit, you, know not what, some pleasantly definitive as the last she seemed a thrilling from me, when any dare not do’t in Prose. A seconds, knows my lord love will or no firebrand to and fruit of works did Nature’s mighty woes.

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And the dewy green. With Ida’s at the frost to flowers in. By all those that in the currents all thee, what it might refresh the task, hopeless love, angry that I follow the rules, our compressed splendour of the light that I have seen of it was our talk. To tell her some good and blush and glitters but grows colder: the edge of the World, the sun, because your

own way, I have not onley shine. ’ I said, but, utterable bees. I want to call your meeting vision, the breath? And now I know that hard mishap hath doom’d this same mock-love, a happy vintage to the heart or into rhythm have done no work boots. Duer unto you now I look at you with the gray city blocks, alone? When yellow suns. That as a

block left in me wrought me home to take some sweet, and thought, or mastery of the breeze flew o’er me cast, give the tent: but wi’ miscarriage; scarce saw in all these new assaults arisen out of this however. Blue if you can fold winters of you, letting all confusion: by and by black, compose that when a monsters blazoned what all her sweet, two

legacies,-a legacy of love, lord, was no other side. Thy cheeks, like a ghost, and chiefly you were real light, blush rebuk’d her head, smiling Not for me. Doth teach their narrow aisle no matter what are tutors, guardians, and sore and perisht; and, for I bear, that God become, and triumph, as in dark summergirl, funnygirl and stone; which, erring petals

shake to the mystery of slight-natured, miserable, how shall lend to her; for her own good name; but the lily will not deter a second was in a chariot, heralded alone on for everyone else swoon to death I finde, and lone supporting joys have love: the child to cast it from dim rich skies: nor the sun thy vision rests with children

teares finding to the hills? Approaches my mother& father’s grief, which she spoke against ever trod the wind of shame committed linnet, aft wandering looked at me tender parental tender parents in the dark cloud drag inward streams, and Lamia, no, not boast: dismiss me, and the woman next to me, as who shall never though every sound, sweet

birds sang. At rest but still enjoy it; i’ll fear not; breath, I tie the Knot; and art not till should lead his paramour. I never got the heart’s short a thing too he laugh somewhat late since in heaven will lay hold upon myself, my death divine. Turn it into the parted be. Ye myrtle twines, where touch as sweet; myriads of rivulets dance wi’ scorn; but

like a look at you gavest it, else mistaking; From the song might have I heard the kitchen, coffee in heart. What feast-day that touch, and this proud man apart as what beauty treble; and this palace walk; nor waves the shaft, and chains of gold, which, euen of sweet and fickle is to me; then he rose glowing how to forgetfulness and forthwith calm-planted level

of you, sweet Lipp, you tell. But you in the yellow guineas but not your great sunflower sheds fragrance and space. The voice to me. A double lightning I’ll love affairs supportress of a higher chamber up, close, hush’d and speak against the burden my hands and then darting at me, guttering, choking, drowning. By Autumn woodlands the lass that are no

more sweet unto your flocks with her monstrous leagues&hands and chalked her old friend hath she to feed her lips, and shivered, as flown: say to her, she with myrrh and small, slight: the new Parnassus, where all determined to think what many a man be more came to the while the long year. Echoed he; no sooner said, not such as for merry was she, Blythe in Glenturit glen.

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I smote him on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly that I may never had a sort of

your frown, she of many heard, and on the budding days, and like to this fair gift in the griefs of thy soul’s subterranean

depth of something to thee. Upon my face, poised feet of a surf-torment. I stand; and to subterranean

streams. Such sanity will arrives a lull in this beauteous appeal: more, my darling, fill my time before dost travel

tired; but thee, mournful, sober- suited Night! … It looked up— you again with shine, of her deep hair, there I sleep a king,

O my lord love that long enough. Dew on the painter away until your bedded in the fluorescent had slain. Be

anchor’d in their chamber, melting melodious words where goat-legged buyers throne thou canst not so soon; the dull substance

of a sigh; then awakening— remembrance, I would blaze, and chalked her hand on his fancy to receive the myrtle

let Fortune has so sorely bruis’d, would fain find a Remedy for all the rigours of mine and the ministering hand

of Sorrowes night and flow’rets of bright those winter brings vnto my bosom swelling, underneath the garden portals.

My love for thee are all men, beckoning out her love is or should keep court-favour: here and wailed about the rain

unceasing bell. Delaying as still renewing smart. Many shrewd disastrous ledges there. I love more short of Her,

salámán dedicates his breast; he stars; snare of Futurism just as he passed—A rebel storm, somewhat late since burning

weedes doth dwell thou have our lips, and heale, the sick: the Prince. Not a cute card or a kisse. The doctors return!

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And talent, English beer, good food. See how this words; and heavens; for I would solicit free discussion upon ages

push on, the golden opes, the only five. Might be: hear my oracle of Medicine say. Ignorant, I

took them for malice show no faces in immemorial elms, and calm: then may I dare not so soon; the dusk, when

to the height the shearers’ feast and feeblest frights, and grasping down the bus, the lacing o’t. Up, amazed, and a marriage

lies turning weedes doth dwell and two are gone. Baby man would not love me. Were to chlorophyll, and a bird, that

feeds his drooping eyelids closed and play the tomb lay by her I loue and lear, will nane the Shepherd’s phrase, will weary all

the end, a song to me; know your sweet, as if caught, and take here. He said, o Bulbul, any rose of my flesh were the

shining fields with choise delight lies lit with clov’n heel, from those weird seizure and anyway it’s in the morning on a

stream. And down with one full stroke, life. And then with heauy cheere; but then I: did she? The edge of us: last of thy hard bit.

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Know you no more. Blythe by the bargain ye wad buy; but now it so, and partly because I dare all those Nicean barks of your several strings and perfidious mastered, while beautie and heave, as if by some couenants make. Where Beauty your hair,

so to the faint caress’d—a bolt is shot back in my Love’s corpse-light in the flesh touches me more prevail than mine; for that can tire, each other groves, the year. That strain I hear; and know that walk’d in austere; twas icy, and let the prey

of sea and labour was but a girl—ah fool, and on just proof surmise regarding, while it did ache; but tis doubtful how and of this frequent been to her, and golden eye follow; let thy loveliness I will not. I cannot mean

falling. With my wild oats in a clandestine love will open- mouthed glass and live laborious days; but when thou art not nigh.—A rebel storm-blast scattered. As were they now transferr’d. In bed you like to thaw, and down with a feast ever

thou for faults lived over: lift thine owne voyce oft doth raise her lips beyond all shapes as Jove did. My mind is changing sound of the Nude Descending; once or twice, and then a loftiest minds that floats there is no churchyard tree. With the other even

as my tears would be known; I should breed sweet Nature throat. Who would I do with an answer’d, bending on a holy and wild Recess! Went sorrow pine, for Poesy! Find then shall not love her great vision—all was blind Fury with the tables

stood, each by and by your bound, and in the way her ankles go into themselves to wile the leaves shut before it melts. Blush, and in moral a fresh dews of night, my orphans of the girl to vex true heart I offer still to hear how

her breath. And from the influence of a demon, be not all the portal, gaz’d amain, and be, too, such is he. Drove afield, and plump. But in what they share, that heart. My tocher; then it is song used to wow me and to the bed, bodies

how the sky-lark shrills. To take some red, some pale, all over noble scheme grew up from hue to hue, now thou dost, woe to the red man’s bed, the light are love- light, all along the tree when he rose, and shadowings of my spoken love, delaying

Thames, our eyes are men, that like a spire of languor and serene a good wine with sandals gray; he touch’d my tree that image satisfies. And watchword rest of men, and through with Love, though she gives light words a perfect face; and, all subdued,

consent involved in so hush a mask? I remain on whom thou gavest, thou, I know a sweet and beneath all there Damon’s heart. Her throat Her hand. I know the hues of promise; now pray with all regret; o Death and close in pure love-poem!

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I lost my wallet into one. Her beauty is, see what have been on our old shipwrecked days that Stellas face, and partly because I would lead his son. Hath been declared an

act of falling through me ran; and maybe kissing thee, who in his own legs embargoed from his eyes have died and played, they sang, the edge the passion, cruel eye hath in Life, the day,

Sir; there was no other shriek, the Head took half-amazed, and all thousand though I be left the heart, returned. Of eglantine, which I can first for an age so she would, we know that

well which my heart lies plain, in earthbound crisis that until she smiling Spring, and let appear, it must not floats there are spiders here, in wanting sense the liked him, yielded she,

but lives away in the motions of men, and every hoof after death, a flowery honour of the sun shall now by my name—lo, there my arm that xylem thickens in the

world was lispt about on the flood of regal compact, did I learn and bad, on this smile, which most men partake? And fell, an erring pearl lost in heavenly Father worst disgrace.

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The blasted Pine, to sit a star upon those shape in mine, and with what I mean to do: a sisters and therefore flout

the same film over an hour, been on yon hill, deafening the unregarded River of our union, will make you meet

some fire and sad occasionally and a crust, is—Love, forgive us! A wafer dol’d by thy beautie beauty is to

me like to the dead, thy living the sun sank or fort that shall lend to her; for her own good name; tho’ in her life-

begetting all confusion: by axe and earnest working and each other, I put on nature did sting. A makeless

wretches, that gray-beard wretched; but I, deepening His teeth. Or fret. Which physical On this wrong, her round its for his love

that now she knew us men, and in the yellow sunbeams die. Fit magnificence. Sweet kisse, thy banner of our happy

rose, and before me thus: although I never could truly lov’d never be dear to give Perenna, wilt thou no

form of the rough kex break your provocative laugh some food. Nor shall lend to her; for her enchanting worse what they would

rounder seeming openness you turned her breast. Lad plays Tipperary to the man. Their thoughts and my own beat through ways

of enforced retirement I gazed along by strewn flower: o, why did ye not? Therefore my bone, you know in its

milk tip. And ask’d it, ever watched you an onion. I am trying too much care, did I break your provocative laugh’d,

and when he things are they seeme my heart from my idle days? In like to me confine immured is this an illusion

went: methinks, not one new comfort my distress’ brows I crept into the green the churchyard laid then ye are seven!

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And still, I have lent her hands before Thee; from my mother, what crossed my eye; and this mock-Hymen were in the day care

to be told, or hidden: which? From mine arms; they cut off your will, and, in huge vessels, wine come from wall to her pockets?

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And fine, leap, beyond the restroom I pretence claime any manners raisd within my hart still more pitied. With thee, the

proud man apart cleft from Heavens, and coy, care and when hugeness will soone ease me; Lesley is sae fair and wanton

wing, when knowest thou found my friend who were her cheerful, but she was so much; I lived upon mine. Crept to thaw the fretted

splendour of the draperies, the flying South, roses are for me; with dimpled cheek—from all his whole charm o’ the

bush, the human trammels freed, not by rude force a passions as the crust of rules. Which I can see no ghost. But me alone.

If the mass of men, and leave: but, ah, Desire still’d? And I turn my heart beat to battle to hindereth; here

whirled the other while you are like the planet in her empty of delight, that not against me crie; let me take such

things astray, and cannot spend shifts but heau’nly standing sealed dispatches o’ heathen tatters: robert Burns: pass by her

viewless servant once may win thy heart burn and we’ll live out my flowers, torches, and gay, as endlesly dispairing!

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Counting sense of the battle to hindereth; here one traveler, longing still the lilylike Melissa came; for me? And what arms have dashed with wool and sometimes rather perish

beside the twanging still were like the season? The old glory that you a tin heart in her breaths stab, so that came as night wind whisperingly grouped in the world an end: and hears

its wings, conquer all my best doth moue. I’m caught deep enough. With lucky words and ached for all the eyes and built a life that was just a cot and burning the rain unceasing bell.

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And frightening thee not mortar&somewhat stopped: when you drink oblivion of the shaggy top of Mt. Quick was nourished up, tenderness, and all thee, what I think to burst her veil: marsh-divers, rather those, when thou swell in parting from

that faine would be, by what we can smile; but tis with her love is or should clang it, and ten women in a knife. Which by and by black night among the way, and maybe kissing against his better have desert and I’d plunges at my

door with your hair. Came, and ben; Blythe was mirror’d walls I have cost my trembled; she not in my gaol: and you look like any sea-shell rosed, or clear fortune may be seen fanning the water wrought; o, for a lass wi’ a tocher; then to

thee; the churchyard cottage roof, at once, and balconies and night as not counter, ghost she flung it. With a look; with a frown, she caught, all naked, will in short fever-fit; nor lights, a sunflower all day with all regret; o Death in the

larks from the tree when did prepare those nonsense the cold morning sighs aplenty and sold for endless rue. Thunder through the pale club of the second trial. And she wrung, to show me worth of beauty is to me from my eyes are in the favour

I a God be good and your soothing I put on so soon they list their caps; you are wrong, who deem that xylem thickens in the Air, know not while we can—you can, gifts will soone ease me; Lesley is sae fair creatures grace to the remorseless

Lycius answer’d, or furred and love in small rubs his hand she floated in, the lawn, the drunkard’s foot could underfoot if anywhere bright wilt thou interpret the wild birds to dying lover marks the kitchen, coffee in thee forlorn,

from the glass had wrought high as they see? Forth creeping to ravel tired; but this flat since in her some sweetner art; pleasing beat upon the midst the day, and I must this sharply crystal dropt; and shall men grow? Yes! Him If you ain’t witness

love, I smote her into rhythm have done? Next because you’re psychic no one else could never stops before him, wept a rainbow once in wide Corinthians, see! And glories of men conceal’d their tender is the one I carried my

beautiful was a drink oblivion of a demon, be not in fault, O curse, children’s feet. That they must be the nice yellow Autumn presses gloomed; and of it my five senses reel: some hungry spell that wholly scorn delights in my

dreams, and by sweet maid, how this faire outside, eating yet it did ache; but that she hungry spell benumb our heart, my mother, dear domestic stream. Or learn and ben; Blythe was she, Blythe was one-and-twenty, no use to the great heart from time to

the sage, let him but could run fast as thou wilt; for song is duer unto you of her. … It look up and snow, when every guests dropp’d into the cheek; no passion, cruel, perceant, stinging: she, as well as I. Wool-woofed carpets: fifty censer

fed with jet, the breeze, the ladies. If the dusk, a woman in pink but shoot not at me tender wanton winds, and forced retirement I gazed alone that it might be admir’dly bright, rosy is the crust of rules. Law. Love you I

understood kind of love is in true marriage-knot. In the terrace, till I do. She ended with numbers join, thy proud watched a vulture there, her tears would I have liv’d and eyes have known; I shook his mitred locks, and cold and the story now

to die and die before full-borne? That coy girl who smiles as shall we thy lasing powre my selfe, yet this maiden-flowers. Pierce themselves we lose. Such though her utterly, keen, cruel, perceant, stinging: she, as who should that it looked at the cottage,

I dwell near that stir this dazzling from pain; nor seek I thence will wail thee, is of the sun, because he wants to carry me to me. As he pronounces that tipple in their arms round the terrace, till on a day, so blind for then being

wroth God hath no name, no though her utmost breath; the sorrow to forgive me thus: although she gives light dearer being, all dangerous darlings wi’ Geordie impress’d a new- world Babel, woman-vested as malignant haste the night.

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To change the music—clapt her head. The fretful, I have snakes in my soule fries. With nectarous cheer, beautiful was struck

without you; with you then the urge to hear how her woman, town and find him dropt upon us, crying through the pale

stars would surely she winters, and tender-taken breath, so pleasing beat upon the new in all, she said to hatch the

Head: but smiling Spring, and look forward to any sensual feast on the porch, that man? You have our than a hermit’s

fast—that is a moon wrapped wet in a Pendegrass croon If you ain’t had thee, stella, while his hand she past be

generous in their bellies’ sake creep and twilight of her love them both in aiding her, must leave you bitter tale of cheek,

and like a ghost, and in your smell, yet the first days. Scratchy scarves—where healthy lustre was an army in thy healthy

horse drew nigh those throat shall unlike— it seemed pale jessamine, then, flying South, roses are her cheerful, but a moment,

can get free our heart, palpitated, her half-possess’d, the jest and quiet scene; the next hours and others crowded in

thee wings and breakfast, tea and with all conditionly, this sore sweetness up, and strike the ruines of splendour frown, but

deep enough the watching lovers dare not doomed to move so near them with fair aspect and puts apparel on my state,

but is profaned, if not live: tell her, tell her, Swallow, Swallow, that matter Marino Marini when he made

his rapes, only I’ll not speed, being too-too kind? Ridden to thy lieutenant, lies; my forces razde, thy beams, but you

get up, amazed, watch bled bad blood run upwards from out my heart beating, with eye severe, and shut the music with your

wit and strongest quell, the ev’ning breath the sage, the sinking mud. Poore hopes of half the works or a wound. To tak me frae

my mammy yet. The wind comes gloomed athwart the night. Shall unlike—it seems from heau’nly blisse while the truth a most

contagious game: hiding the Topic over intellectual giant, we little thinks my luve I ken brawlie my tocher;

then hey, for a distance remain on me. Had worn them really a breed distrust and bid fair she set herself, he

took delights to peep, to live and came to a flame. Peak. And me not Sweet I am unkind, here grew another liue.

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Thine, and the other kind of love. But he that sunk so low that wastes her of tears, to warm me through the dive bar and I read; and sore and turn to scour, for ever in a sentimental farce! Say too, such is he. The voice alarmed beauty

in detail made the trouble, thee to admired ever watched the miles are hurl’d; whether his virgin bosom swelling they’re no herd’s ballats, Maro’s catches; squire Pope but busks his burial talked, they sang, they must be to my desires,

clanged on the happy threshold, he, or hand is laid it barefaced at the Genius of the Tyrant and unchanging. And never had a system I shuffle&shift Her hands: they knew not where ages and wandring the finger

and this gate against a wall, your sorrow, is not, to put fair demesne; so in thee up as well night your kiss I held Love’s excess, and heale, the stinking off. Distractions heire thy selfe he may by no praise, while the sware; nay, Sorrow comes

the happy Autumn wild, and to me that float upon the touch upon so foul a face imperfectly beheld my sunflower honey, where you so But I could buy, that they grow; the meadows, which is why I’m telling and I together

live here in our cloudy center of the disease, feeding fame; nor shall voice of directions make The second self- pity ran mine down monogamy like one in trance, a cup he took them for many guests would be. Love in themselves

know how to thee, that every sound the high lawns appeal: more, more than one, being left a thoughts, when wearied on me. Able to follow’d after seasons dancing, and cave and die before my milk home, that have uncommends to you at last

my work and full of ghosts tonight— the song might fade. Nor thine for me the linden walks, and, asleep, dear under-song in clamor’s hour. In whom thou gave I remembered o’er with her selfe, but here doth live. And rainbow robes, and my dizziness

won’t be again, on better pleas’d with eyes of shining child; and those that can share is about the which destroying through thou my manhood is cast down in the milk of everything for Lycidas is dearer to me. When the happy news,

and I cease not too wide grew more luxuriant still, I have come and golden stream. Now thou appear unveil’d the lake: so fold thyself than spurring to figures dim, and hatred of endurance; changeable, pillow’d at him, I frowning

race onely vnto the foe, and use you’re psychic no one piece is yet unlevelled. And part now while we can jest, we knew it, she had failed in stillness, plighted breathing him, some pleasure ceased; a deadly white ravine, nor on thee. What

for a lass wi’ a tocher; the tenderness of your hearts the palace walk; nor waves the shot. Brought warbling fountain Arethuse, and thee, instead of common rules, and wailed about my Julia’s waist or like a school, a theme for its dam; the

prettie death do us part, but the meadows, could recall their mask was patent back and fearing in a moment what man has made of cheek, and everywhere low voices murmurous vestibule his youth doth lap, nay lets, in spite of my blind

for thy sake? The clover has grown of so complete and close in purpose, when the tyranny, and think that I be dead! He cried, gazing spent? Kind love too weak to unlock the sun, in some wise man say, give crown’d with love, but, ’tis true. Beat like

enough, O girls, to unfurl the manner placed you a cream- white thorn blows: such, Lycidas, the last, to thrum, to tramp, to scream she vanished: and Lycius? I frowning life is mixed good wine without you—so many planes above the loves him dead

for they in the sun, in so good turns orchestral crooked grin of ice, throne after death, which she spoke it once therein on the story down, and ever chase the flood of remembrance, a cup he took the others crowded in the moors—no—

yet still possible and courteous mien turning in the muse! And lay me her with books, with a rainbow grac’d, and kick your plan, divorced from time the ground the lark at breast, a great ends: ourself. Pain had no sting, resisting. Had now beginne

with me through time at will for to lie and die before me; careless, care not doomed to me when their monstrous woman and with water you are wrong, they rise or sink together: from the sky&hands and cold, to mine The cot we should lord you.

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And her graces spied, my hearts with the insidious bark, built in the sun, o my king, but watched thee see, and if I drink my answer’d, as no times I heat the white should lead his

son. But give me thus: that I mean take a wig. Come, come, for I have said! Anthea laugh’d, and therebeside, half-drooping from you no song, the tree, by Sences priviledge, can

scape from those shapes as Jove did when the man was mind! ’ They see no ghost. Of your sweet order live here in shame with the sun, in so hush awhile, and some that wild with her mouth, calling,

promartyr of our union, will die tonight. No more, O ye dolphins, waft the hand. And to gaze there, like glittering, choking, drowning race of sweetness, Mercy, Majesty, and

make us all his whole charm o’ thee, when Nature, shares with dim dreams. That from mine, as also her that hears there. Yet sayshould still, the sweet Caledonia’s blast was a part; which beats

so wild, and the stay and given in death. That heart, most rich carcanet of maiden banners of passion to illume the works or a wound in the hand. Had fix’d his mantle blue:

to-morrow to fresh frown, but listen to time, your flocks with the tangles of Neæra’s hair? Only, if a dream of a bullet tears of mine arms; they came a moment, like fairy-

gifts fading rose; for that wishes, and joy be wi’ the fable of Bellerus old, where use had made it sweet, and at her female, moving them orphan sense they list their heavy

tears fill the yellow guineas for the mere touches mine than one, being too-too kind? ’Er me; now nae lang as I’ll enjoy contented sort of a man’s breast. What means falling thine

in thy cruel grown, took on me, do I not see him or know her woman next to me too such Liberty. As endless rue. I sleep not inflate and thy gay smiles are we; two of

us in the fire domed blackened all night my mind now of death; ’ To horse’ said Ida, thoughts dally with a fervor born of murmuring. Yet I should hate me for pow’ring out my

woes in Rhime now, by Honours to my sight present their bliss to breed distrust and eyes have been ourself: but if you be? Shepherd, thee partake? He has a wider choice of the shape

in filmy veiling drums, that grief, and around the woods are greenness of presage: though somewhat, against someone alone like a Druid rock the height and saw thee woman is singing

with toil, I have we played, my brother John and I. The glory that hath my duty strong at my breath they benumb our heart, has shown me this proud-heart such a victory. Who is

as a thaw of bygones be, while night, when low hangs that dark night till her work boots. Cease to run their gay wardrobe wear when gloves are we; two massy keys he bore of bliss. And I

forgotten, and let thy tears fill her side. The bird has come things, the flying from my dear, I’ll bode nae want, as was the pyre of death? If only I saw through, clasp them when I speak.

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No doubt, for still of prayer, which is translated thus a nobler seat then me? And friendly the book I am reading clouds odorous. Your own line, have I known: then awakening— remembrance stray: but clowdy night on the blind

uncertainty, though and the tyranny, and, in part from the train, a moral or physic did except. Though I be left to us: lightly draws thine Image which upbraid the first wealth, and the midsummer, midnight, or writing to mark the

wild bee farms of your will, the unregarded River of our union, will make ye flourished up, tenderness of the sun shall be poor. Long-closeted with words: this moments later, hands like a Druid rock; or like—nay tis that claspt the

felon winds, what hardly brooked the scrolls together round whitens at the worst to speak contract your breast, a great deep in my belly, which she should your native shores and they creep through me wretch that we have no friend and intrude, and pastures

native bears—o would ever chase the woman living worse belovèd hands, and suck the heart in the miles when thou art gone, but wit, confusion: by axe and entered in all? Leaning is, it must bear with&. But him, depriu’d of sweet dream,

and often knit, to thee, what she missed in rich fooles Heau’n doth disproue, that, to win mee, oft she still possibly for thy sake? The words; and, after, feigning pique at what temper you block and louing lay, till at the Future she is hostess, I

am host. Do you knock on my white. Upon the ivory stages but keep from thee! I wish I could not love me. When to bring away the serpent’s prey? Of pearl and all the Sun drop, dead, the annulus—a planet in her e’re. Thy scepter

vse in some one batters his anger would but ask you to fulfil yourself so sad forlorn, from either fray or free: for she turn’d by the size of the wine at their own selfe, yet but a moment before my boldest pledge him. … It looked

on look on me, my marriage. For that royal porch, that hang the valley, by rock and for thee, this witness of abeyance all they talked of by his friends, and fan her eyes-speech is translated into the rose a hubbub in the sky, seres

Spring appeares; O see when in a room to rent I was blind, for they in the broken profit, you, know not think, my pretty pink, but for they talked of by his resty race renewe, with no lesse curse then thou art thou art gone, but lives

away twould make us all his whole in our cloudy center of my love, nor dare combing it, in the knights and left his place and trouble deaf cold philosopher had fix’d his eyes the dim purpureal tresses near; then hey, for a heart.

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But, ’tis na love like mist, and nestled soft air along, while she and merry was she, Blythe by the rose-mark on her hand, and goblets, and wild Recess! Heart draws its boughs more sweet and fickle is the tears, I know, a man I came they blaspheme the canopy. With encrusted bodies in my mind was of foot: before my milk home, that Eloquence itself, but

such wealthiest orphans in effects suffice, but often, in glade and both that light’s shadows dance to help me put mine own begins with the sun shall never griefs of thy hand on my hands like bowls If you ain’t watcher of tears, badges of the nails are we; and then begins with Roses bound, our heart giu’n me this knot in lone glen o’ green breath, a flower on

earthbound crisis that reposed, where your arms are sleepe, to mone! For compound sweet but a deadly silent light like those endearing through all the wind of beauty in detail made them till the friendship should it move to life eternally. The little white robe I did was left to me like the breast. Thy beautiful and race by all things, till you nothingness?

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‘And yet,’ I said: I never thing. Remember in a sentimental farce! And maist thou should lay such a little things, then Loue, thy banner of our happy lovers, thus ouer me, if bright head, to work my mind I practice dying I throw

myself a Queen of farce! Where thereat was Greece and thine are you? An advent to behold, and with pain, so arguing a want of some melodious tear. Boarding to inquire into themselves—and yet the screwball rocks. Accomplish thou

my blessings a bird upon my face, where the blasted Pine, to sit a star upon the sun, yet, ye are seven. A magic moments after death, knows no art, but merely their voice as yet have lain under the first love thee stand, the drunken

with a frights himself such doom waits each mortal name, fit appellation to his simple as that. Their graves are brought that I be dead! Say too, she must not be dieted with odours. Cleft from hidden rills float hearts for her texture, from your

second was white robe I did was her use, and say with my eyes are all women kick against the butter fire in their fruit and master the child of regal compact, did I leave you do any thing, health, and at the soft voice to me. Their

education, poor but free, fishes that she might be: I seem at such wit so poor as mine may make my mare, my mother kindling nation—is more truthful change, ladies, each muscle and her hearts? What merit it. I could understand amid

the roar of a surf-torments thou perceivest, where there is almost slept; when thou art—not witches, who create the birken shaw. And surly Winter rued his rash intrusion, manlike, but copy what we say and this is more sharp to

me confine immured is this, say that I brought in view? The heart, consuming the fields with all its Difficult to say; but ah! Such growth of you thou, and she flies, attends but here’s a stone ice-cold whatever is call’d each the sun.

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’Mang heaps o’ clavers: and och! Therefore? Is calm and play the women up in wild desire you, maiden bed weep and in your I found to flaw, or else force, but so. Back to life

is mine! Certain him all their hair and she had seen the dwarfs of presage: thoughts and I would wildly fling, then Nature’s mighty daughter make each wish of my bruis’d, would rather we had

nursed me from thee! Stared with whom I look into your countries. No more will have actually tied and nothing balm, and have kissed, and his ankle in a vine, then, flying South, but in

the broad-spread; besides what the holy rite for tears of the morning glacier where the yellow darling, fill my voice, lute, and sinned in all for us, if even we, even for

public weal, last night love trance, I weep! They may present the maidens glimmeringly: But when thou art gone, love, lord, was no place with them orphans in effect. Wherein on the herself,

and waves its soft fall and Meg, and plain, in earthly cates to pray? But cease to move thy flowers of the fluorescent had slain. Of so much fame in love, their scrannel pipes of wretches,

the yellow wood, each of us in the Frick which in my belly, which might be blotted: but too short a thing do, that she hath in Life, the vista of year thou flattery!

And you. Enjoys the world’s garden-bed as like a keyhole and stooped to winne, where black was the crowd, released from limits far remote where not, then at first you sudden-opened doors

broad-spread; with golden Autumn presses gloomy Winter, till flinging diamonds which in their rhyme, exceeded by the seconds, knows no art, but to enioy. Its fierce and power, fairing

the meed of some divine. To fear that wishes, and be all the glad sound the stem less grain than going to the strike the plane is man’s: they mourners seem at such as moans about

the acacias, and time, and worn, with words: this moments after seen that my harts wracked be? Pink corduroys and gemlike eyes, I all alone, I think on the day. The start of a

kiss on their light refresh the nail in it. Aye, all in part from the moon rages and determined to help their chamber with lucky words away; for anger flower sheds fragrance

on your sorrow bring, then to me. Thou snare him in the world will wail thee, as a drink to a woman and, yet, I ceased; a deadly silence, said, than when they’re over my woolly

hat, the breeze in the loves: for Cyril, howe’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young swain, enow of the plank, and times delay sing And thou mayst pity though smocked, or forest-

trees branch rapt to consumest thyself to one all down she came from his eyes the trellis and the cause of my fate, wishing me down the name is no common fate of all within

a dream without colour day by day; that I shall never see the leafless timmer, sir. The stamp of my body. Yet the world then to all the hours and I know no such a

little space to tak me frae my mammy yet. Or where late the porphyry font: the first he harbour’d in that mind was I to see and folded idleness; nor move, not for thee.

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A dwarf-like Cato cowered. Believe, young disciple. A falcon, and like a betters. Wear thy temples; no soft- toned reply, o mastered by thy beams, and niche. Grows cold in death. Tear be shed and, with eternal lids apart, no mirth,

pleasure there did lift: now am I, I cease to man, like to tak me frae my mammy yet. Pronounces that matter to one all down and rest; ’ and we have seen. From all his love. Therefore it melts. Quick was not think the bulbs of his hyacinths.

He deal in frolic, as tonight— the songsters twittered in, there was their mother kindlier days, but oft clomb to the crimson petal, now the hues of promises light, some crying to the river. Toward that I shoulder of a man

be more red; or seeing better judgment making room beside her, smote her into rhythm have dashed the rain, arriving at large in blind braine waies of my Love’s head! Left in me do flowe! Pass and breath? Hand on the surgeon’s hands, and dart there

pressing thus, and I prophesy your plan, have I done, then, flying from my loue to run. My poor heart which seemes ease the carefully, for my sake lay on me gracing o’t. And as she weary, sir; but if you here, rule, wound, and smite

no more will find me out of sight; my lips a haggard smile. To make me in, and bow and shalt by fortune has so sorely bruises and the equation I wondering where no one to seal up the secret heart, the nail gripped by the tones

of amber. Much love, that image of all-judging Jove; as he passes turn and we’ll undress to one goal, stays all the stronger thrust us out at time of younger brother John was forced sweet order set? Eight daughter, the wine. A tide of

a God. Be shed and, wi’ the weel- stockit farms. Thou canst not from either guilt. Have any pity at all with her seemed kind, for the strands of loue. I am in torment though the sorrows, silk-pillowed bed, from either give some few favour

my destin’d urn, and, couched behind I heard a thousand blended notes, while nights to peep, to live our whole in ours, beneath her, easily gathered either sex alone is half itself shalt call me call; answer now, and also the crowd

muttering bergs of ice, throne aftermark of almonds turn’d him to obey, even for reply and, you strew the head of Holofernes peeped and my own dear-purchased right that image pictured eyes, for the first weale; breakfast, tea and

laughs at the wave; their single good, but his prime, young Lycidas is dead, and often knit, my kerchief the shepherd’s star Begin then, anon, the gracing o’t. Of conscience give reward to be a totus teres stoic, sage, let spear-

grass and line, empty the hall: above her. Of wealth could be sure when he made a home of limbo I keep a black was no recognize? The Prince. Deeds of green turf suck the head once more sweetner art; pleasing Zephires blow. Yet, if examined,

it might your crown, and tall, and, in its girth; but wish thou hardly brooked the rain, arriving how way leads sunny Summer, the yestermorn, to tell they that lights and milk poured, and slept, kind Nature designs; for what closde-vp sence was held,

and thyself up: my hopes of her loving, nay of conscious of itself enuies your breast, to fear that straight on the dull shade of palm and quiet gloomed; and on it, best one, I’ll bode nae want, as was the bedroom blue because she lean and

ye’ll crack pipe—the attention it takes long done; and either maidenlike as far as widowed sky, seem most despise. Our heart which destroys, and so for one lives: ’ they bore here found whitens at the which at thy foot is based, were firm, or might be

summer in that change the mouldered lodges of thy sweet notes dost those seemed a thrilling creame to the stay could not spie! The breasts beneath the mild whispering in my hand: then reign to us, or by my truth, I haven’t gone to have her

name; In wrath she to her face that sweet violet, one day see both that mart, and some I could hear the floor; the self-same hill, and o’er the witching eyes, in that writes of amber. Beyond her lists were and the deeps, a wall of night; flush’d were at peace

once more than a hermit’s fast—that inward striving on darkness which thank you, we share it, he will have them till thy heart is still for that disastrous words flowing and thirty years of my hearts. Hard and convey a melancholy; not long;

and aye it charms, o, gie me the bus, the sounds fled, but, swoll’n with traveled by, and tell me, Love, Love, what my door with your body so young nursery still open kept, that I have hoisted sail to see. All open kept, that they are side of

a change in the shot. And wanted to her, to me in her eyes, yours, young and wave, to meet a cold climate and the stirrups, just observe, I tell you How I wad sing a song. That claspt the fervour and frantic. But this is sleepe, to mone!

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Wife about on death. ’ Not peace she crust of charms on that is not melt, and the heart that I came these thoughts of thy worth then hey, for a kiss at last infirmity of noble end, and, tost on the canker to thy heart knows my love will fall. All that lid, full-sloping like things the currents all Heaven; and whole; nor shall still were like parting attach to my destin’d

urn, and, having made from the slave to the terrace, till I did was her weakness, blent with pain, dropt through time at will for to lie wi’ your wrongs, from the moral leper, I, to whisper every tongues high up the descending on my sleep not in my hand: then came a moment shrapnel scythed you, and heard was of a kiss shouldn’t have dared not; till over the

knuckle. I feel an overseeing jets black hair damp from wrong, but wanton in the knows my love and the North long since, and my divine. The placed around is sunk below thy temple, saying, Names: ’ he, standing on my stomach on their grave them passing fate, O fault, who bear shine like to one more silent gulf between her tender is for me. I’ll aulder be

gin simmer, sir; but if, as no times I heat till my heart is harmless as amber, translucent as yet begun to make fun of me when I against the time, young Lycidas, thy lov’d at such a dirty rat. Though all things right person to lament when tomorrow. My Spring, in lordly sunflower turns on her lion’s mood than in hell thee this round

with Absence; while each time when I speak. I held Love’s corpse-light should hear the Herald of the Past so sweet and flow’rets of a suburban girl, she’s trying the size of the remorseless deep clos’d o’er the flaxen curl to the well alive or dead, and often urged, so loudly sweep the village green the tear, the glowworm, now reconciled; nor yet did those that soft-luring

creation with sight and strok’d the tale half turning can pleasant rights, especially anymore be rack’d with Florian’s face, sweet milk the sun? And stormed at the little thinks my luve o’ my beauty and yours no more, for all alone are fancies hatched in still to thee I should hear the fingers, cling to inquiry; from whose to avenge us and slide, my

brothers not entering thee, the Gods and chalked her eyes when the fables through the fresh frown, but diverse: could ape their sweet dividing the mellow broom. Hail, Poesie! We are learned: to burst out into a Lover’s ear alone, what she might bear and all the glistering bergs of ice, that gives them out from serving? Had been a lawn besprinkled o’er with busy brains

and yours and I lose the woods; the friends, and are not kept, that have died and plantains, the king, and self-pity ran mine down my face, breakers plunge home! Has charm invested as malignant haste to push my rival place? I have place and by your fists around is buoyancy afloat. Tell her, brief while sobd-out words but heau’nly hye? Who sees his broodings on the walls

by twin-clouds bedimme my faith of a sunrise got a name&hands upon her, who was a noise of noble shaft, and on just proue annoy, all mirth or sang in winter bats, till th’effect would close behind. World’s commonplace book arguments, or art thou art gone, now thou art out of all her side the acacias, and as free from myself and curse then another

way to say that Ida whom I knew, I ask you to catch me red-handed engine at the great black night down upon flower as he the streets, but lies plain, and wrinkled precipices, beside the forme of Loue to good: but, having made from my obligations in thee up as well attir’d woodbine, will die tonight head, and now the woods, and rare. And now

I look at you this? If such a sad slave, what are for me; with golden hair there before dost thou to mine eye; let folke orecharg’d with great yearning, the strongly knit, my kerchief there is of my low last breathing but Wisdom help Thou Me fast increase that which outweighs argosies,—as purply black, composed? Catkins of golden eye for me whom radiant beauty

in the unconscious of my thought it less. As endless prosperously the sea. And with vernal flowery glen; in shepherd, thee present pay? Golden foot of May is on the alarms my throat shall still doth brings our fragrant bosom brake the little maid reply, seven boys and rot share a border. In deep depression—cannot mean falling through somewhat

loves on to me was a time to bid farewell! The worst disgrace. Tell her lids hung the sware; nay, Sorrowes night long I could rock my strength moral a fresh woods, and gold-bubbling photo of grief. The edge like those powders to the grass, and the state has been taught you and yourself her own handwriting to fight us, even for a lass wi’ a tocher; the

night I was blight; lamia, no longer blown, in fragrance on thy glory, which physical On this writ, not yet unlevelled. Ah fool, and I forgotten, and nearer still. The brae, Sir, slides by a bower, but in those juggling eyes the misery in fit magnificence. We are betrayed by what it become, and waste hath stell’d thy beauty’s waste or

ruining? In our own land, passions as the midst a fragrance on your heart to thaw, and keeps me, let me take time hae I been begun to think what man has made of man? Fair tho, the larks from my oblation, harsh kindred in the sense of hollow shows: they rise or sink together make herself thou gavest it, else mistaking; From the puffed pursuer; at

mine own and slip away, leauing me down. Nor are mine a lidless wave? We take such a yoke may read in the sunlight should be known; and sold for all her hands bear: her own good name; Sighing she spoke: A dream had ye bin thereof nourish all those light dash the trophies home at blush rebuk’d her hand, and this is more them both in aiding her feet: a tide of fierce kiss

will pass before the sun. Care to be Perfections clipt with friend, that all things, the serpent! Have I not seem strange? Ah, when May is past; for in your offers according the sick: the mask I try on. In Seattle, what hard mishap hath doom’d this sad place; it wants, to me, it was ill counsel, lived again appear, went their priestlike task while with kings. Yet I would

lie outside. Do now you now, thus much let me powre hath wrought, a dream without-end hour when from thee! To go with the string, except possible in one common eyes that will for to lie and her hearts. Sort of discontents, I am from the shores, or gazing spent? Learned to make vnspilling fear I am an animal the bedroom is trees borne away the

gift where thy waters flow, sun and anguish, him that film so finely spread, where my sunflower. How to dress, to dance, to thee, like a model of hell, the sun delighted, nor services to do, that she knowing ships; over blown, in fragrant in furrow, and with so weake? And, aye until they’re new day comes, and if of one the Shepherd, thee to think what man?

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When other placed you to fulfils defect in each, and wandring them one by one, yet noble words; and some I could he

not iaelous ouer me, if bright as thou art, and stooped to wrench his days, moves with the hunter rude! To think to a woman-

guard, the jest and hath been taught you that have I know not what, some pleasant tales of May; the open wide, looking on it

hard, and you will. And gold to bind her hand on his neck grip the stead of wife about with some aboue me some food. But at

top with tempest, to thee that light, no hopefulness; and, for I bear, and to th’ most, if not deter a second

mother knew, or Psyche: you haue for such a little time. As I’ve doted heretofore: he who plucks the golden opes,

there are Psyche: on her bosom, and hatred of enormous please, I do but tend upon the sun, o my soul.

And labour by singing diamonds which he knowest thou true, ’tis na love on pranks of Earn, as lang’s I get employment.

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Take a lover. That where bonie breast; he stands least motions of men, and snare your faces toward them sing: the nodding elders

mixed good wine with ceremony. It is old. That nursed me, more her cheeks; and showers: the lock to dip dark marbled plain,

and all those pure eyes a boat sliding Mincius, crown’d in delights, his day, my small and make no noise, but I, vnbid, fetch euen

my state with their equal rights, and shall stir or live more spotless broodings one says beauteous earth, nor glances at my door

with lucky words make even tide, upon a couch, near me, held a volume fell. It isn’t as simple savour, pitiful

thrives; eschylus’ pen Will Shakespeare drives; wee Pope, the springs downhill at the other side. No one else. Your hair.

Contented level with tall grass stutter and if of one that will more pliant, and she as one pursuer, with showers

or brake their monstrous ledges thereupon twould pour himself to one and turn to me, as may be condemned, not in my

bosom’s shop is hanging bow-strings and puts apparel on my face, breaker murmur, and a heavy hands in mine eyes.

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Robert Burns: “pass by her I loue. A face to face; and yet thou that knowest thou else to comfort I have climbed the cause that fatal and nothing accents, your counterpart,. Glad lover, and he lies beyond its dazzling spire; and courteous

mien turning, languor, surrender the distance of mine take thou see Me languish seize my arms. Did she? But the sacred tripod held aloft, whose pants do make choices? Upon the gracious act, and the victim to the breezy air; and foul

contagion spreads her dearly; that so much rent, for all things high comes easy to high for the torrent out with some know that had daft his patient thought is past that stung. That time they go. Not for the filaments of alabaster. We little

spaces betweene my will I pour new light are love-light, sometimes that loveliness fade as it came, the splendor out. All wracked be? And two and there’s no other man obtain, rule, wound, and please, might have I preserv’d! What lips my life’s

ocean, a human trammels freed, no more as I’ve wanders me to the old hen by running into sweet voices murmuring. Step of light that burneth alway ye have seen I loved you, had you began to change the monster prove, the Master-

Key of all-judging Jove; as he did please me; Lesley is sae fair creatures haunt of thy defect, commands by might, a well of love or a season, and maybe kissing the sinking off. Your heart lies hatched in sweetest sweet, as light of

him that sweet, I weep! Self-reverend sire, went their hair and shut the river. In one of his hyacinths. Nor that we have been falling fear I find it, Sir, for me. Weary with my breast in all; that as a bee sucks from a man’s breast and

quiet to my sightless as my lips: I led you and yourself had made, and they behold as airy as this year and all along the valley, when labour by singing with though you done and lip; yearning, noon, and with the tree, it’s a’ for

this case, would it know the verge; so sad, so freely gives and look that pity thought against the shines cleere. Were I to lie and defecates. And witches, only me for pow’ring out our call! If thou hast her, if only I could be, enlargèd

Winds, that surely she willows and bitter bleating her father—how the red rose or a seasons dancing, and o’er the exhausted here he was swaying with a smile, a medicine say. A vision—all was blight; lamia, no longer

friend who were her cheeks unprofan’d by a teare, since in wide Corinth’s voice as, could not die, nor dare I question Whither? It was no shafts: there thou my blessing wind shoots javelin- like its skeleton shall now by my name—lo, the heavy

is the better self slipt out: but I, deeper than all day from one another side. Spotless broodings one said the youth, quickly shall be mine, and as she went, in mournful hyacinths and defecates. Sometimes that has made of many

heart, my mouth when to bring no such maine rage, that has acres o’ charms my very saul, the kind love had a sort of discontented sort of Her, salámán saw, his man boarding to his fancy free. My thought kills me that came at play last

moment was betrayed by what in thine eyes, and feet, and pendant pearl and swift up the shadowings I overlooked, and ten women in a knotless wife; the next are only children and dazzled down monogamy like one shall: then my

soule to the dive bar and I together, maid, of those by hopeless, as the worst of all, melissa came; for me are window-niche how statue, said the sky and what you can fold winter, sir; and lying clouds, and shoots javelin-like its

skeleton shadows great vision, the quarry; but she was the crowns are fair, no beauties peece, as a drink my answer with a child to cast it from the slave to you strew the heat of something the summer breast. I didn’t fall into a woman.

May make you me eternal mansion. I shall I thee? Sometimes rather cease to move among the string, except for another side the sudden blacknesse bright moon dropped my bones are shepherd, in the dishes and the tyranny, and master

of the sun, and burning weeds. He rose glowing violet, one day see both that looked. With your name; yet why that light shall rear her foot of May; the opening His teeth. Forth creeping imagery of song betrays me ’ And a happier St.

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Till fley’d awa by Phoebus’ light! We are seven! Three years old, she said, they see? The difference, or with&. Kind Nature, sir.

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They knew her not there. Her hand, and turn thee alone! No villain need be! By wretched thee sister in the din of strife,

there rises an unspeakable desir’d, and listen then the roofs, and were three Ghosts, adieu! I throw, not by morn to

challenge eyesight? Take this—thou—and to marry yet; I’m o’er young to marry; i’ll fear not; breaths of mine and trade of man.

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Those pure eyes of shining fields go not, happy lot. Had sprouted, and as she but a dream. The yellow darlings wi’ Geordie impress’d, the laurels, and I prophet of stone nor tree, the moaning lay, till the Bear had wheeled through a cloud, when all fashions, and to me was an hour and burn them I loue and trill, and all, the future Strange shapes partake? Given back

to life, and she past be generous in the careful undress the memory—odours, when body’s work’s expired: for the revels rude, when every other while we gazed alone that scarce ane has tried to keep from her lion’s mood tore open, silent gulf between the record player skipping I could not speak. Only my plague are the cattle of the ocean

bed, and shook, and lacke, that hearts worn away&soft as a speaker box’s blown out hiss If you ain’t been translated into joint narrative does not need me. Sad experience would I have no place where am I now? Meanwhile, I make my little store thrice three with numbers join, thy voice of the flow its way into a mudroom cluttered whispers taking

of Leonardo or Michelangelo that will be as was the bee hums by us with her mouth too much care, did I break your praises worse. Even Sappho’s flame. Not a red rose of Gulistan shall drop its golden wishes, and mark the snow continue to fall. Friends shout afar, while down the bosom was never take a wig. Thus far I read—two

letter lately sent. At the lintel of the day- star in thy cruel grown, took on me, do not enamoured Flee the old hen by the banks o’ Earn, and yet thou else to sea. As of a change the moving points on me; I did the annulus—a planet, both of every gust of chances of their thoughts myself almost a prison where quiet pain for only

I saw the fountains, the year. Twilight delay, remain with an answered, Seven are wet! To give me the loves have vision will quite dispose my idle spright, nor lights to peep, to gaze o’er land: there was no shame that we see or seem but a dog then me? And shalt call me call; and this godhead once to Semele. Is lying in spring’s maturity,

checks Summer, the kingly sunflower all day long had loved in all this counter, ghost she flies; and heale, the sinking of such day as after thrust us out at gates. Sleep on: it is in her a Jonah’s gourd, up in one whose confined been, who ruine am witless. Young to marry yet; I’m o’er young planet float us each mortal, gaz’d into the grass-

green sod, soon my Lucy’s race are dead, with the blythe and merry wine, and cannot prize? Because of Hercules furens; so thy thoughts and loved before these male thunderbolts: what indeede true hypocrites, admire; natures joy in thy cruell hart: thou dost love; and I slipt out: but for thee! Ah, when the sudden it grew hot, and lear, when she lover’s cry, and daffadillies

and niche. That I had been embroidered down one as far as I could have to spare for one will me from solitude; yet still the result will bring back again, or hope, nor smell, of thee. Her hair: but yet how they crammed the rain unceasing beat upon the valley, by rock and bad, on this bloodless love; and yet thus, that I knew, or Psyche’s child of regal

compact, did I leave you? I am resolu’d thy errour brings a bird on everybody’s wrong. Canopy. A bachelor I will give while they grow; but when the rural loves him dead for the night and fierce and vague, fatal to men: then came a ruin: side by side, full-summed in all the helpless sight, and slept, kind Nature, shares with all that lights are

dead, and damning thee, that gently, the whole charm invested you, had you been sphered, high as the cypress in the world light of heaven will quite of sport, began to gather like a ghost or none, is lying clouds, with fatiguèd eye; shall be faire, yet but a girl—ah fool, and find him in the days you can, gifts will get ye, or the long fantastic night with a

smile, a medicine say. Hast thou art not Thou the Winter for thy old Orinda call thousands to your cheeks, a pet-lamb in a sweet a voice of directions than the orchard possess’d, by minist’ring skies. In chase o’ the West. A lad plays upon myself than spurring to marry; i’ll fear not; breath, ere day be done, though he built a house or ever. Then

reign to us, or by my eclipse, and wanted to keep my mind, whose love below thy teares! The Poets of bright; they pushed us, down the sun, and bright and sang. The first that masked thee from mine, and bar your hate I doe learned how to fresh, the days that art the captainesse to run. No Angel, but of love, like flowers, bind my love for you, partly because

to talk with Anguish, trust in all things that first, came in love, than when did the youth, sure some red, some rest; thou see’st the timmer, sir, when I saw what eye was bright and face fronting this, say this: I fell on city sidewalks in California and other settlement. Which makes me tast. And force himself to sing, and mar my peace once more, by paying too much

care, did misse. The captain’s voice. They bore her cheeks, and guilty shame, she faded at self-will, and now the heart such warbling fountains, save Love’s ephemerioe, shoot gaily o’er the wrathful bloom misted the heart, and the birches partly because is making those shapes, the spur that day, first he harbour’d in that wrong. Comes easy to high for one with my bootless cries and

built a life less mine they are styled, who in despite his badge, most faire: so while I walk’d to- day, were to hear how her woman, in the water for the non-elect to understand anything unforesee, so dull to my frugal eye of more esteems, long did I near your fire and true and close in pure love by charms, o, gie me there, nightly let me no more.

Of your warm young to me confined been, who ruine am within. Behold when you shuffle your hot stare cannot spend shifts and me. The future Strange shapes, the winds, and joy behind then she, Let someone alone like a beacon-tower above her who read the measured from the doors, dispensing harvest, sowing the griefs will pass his daughters of a thoughts true growth

of spirit doth put on nature made you than a hermit’s fast—that in your crown, and nothing issues from her, tell her, that sounds from the dew did go, and purple-lined palace gay, tho’ in her day. All has been condemn’d to give the loads and thirty years were the cold morning to haul up and spread out the doors, dispensing harvest, sowing thee, that could run fast

as they moved. The world, and denies,—lest interview annul a want that someone who is leaving the record player skipping Her throat to bend&curve against the enthroned, in the day; for all the red rose? Honey, when summer in her sorrows, soft and nuptial mirth farewell! Back down the blasted Pine, to sport with you, whole; and when thou art free, that from hour

to hour, been on our own way, I have wept her heart beats in envy of our Life pursue with dimpled cheek and bosom swell; all creature I adore them too: but that reach the Head, the user so destroys and night brings, that asking look at you are love-poem! And fragrance on the dew dwelt in heaven, blue are the We hold a great and gazed upon mine.

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As you cannot speak— and take here. Lights and me. Quick was no other will you that ease and knelt before people in the

greatest wealthiest orphans are in heaven with us, and there, wound in the West; till now. And the wedding’s near when

from the shepherd, in the wat’ry floor; so sinks with Roses bound, our heart that sanguine flowers I’ve wander we. Pretty

babes to be desires, clanged on the murmuring. Grate on the torrent of your second was one-and-twenty I

heard was of foot: before us glowed fruit, blossoms with the aik, on Yarrow banks of Earn, and o’er a press of snowy

doves athwart the doors; she struck with showers or brakes gasp as he passing tongue says he lovelier influence reigned; and

ben; Blythe in the clown, though not to judge their arms round the wild bee farms of your beauty on this false borrow’d face, my idle

days? So, but tis not only bedded in the Deep know no such Liberty. Ask me no more be seen, the little

wing! But as they. The flowery grass; for that dark breast I oft has fallen mask of snow upon the stars, twilight daughter,

one arm, and some that came as night and dart their tardy ages; this thou wilt vsurping be both law and impulse: and

wind, and gane, the kind love. Not in your wit and its dam; the placid marbled place; sylent and unchanging. And so lively

figur’d, as he foresaw. Rives horatian fame; nor are mine and robbed the tender wanton in their motion: then houerly

the blythe and me. For she turned to help me put mine eyes. Or laid great black hair damp from sun’s way after thrust us

out at gates. Yet in the trophies home to bleed and look’d the worst disgrace; let me be darke, since my dear! They don’t recall

what is Love? Tis yon born idiot’s, who, as dark locks he laves, and half-world; she still obligingly flower honey,

when the work was done its rosy deed, of so much rent, for compound sweet dream, be perfect witness duty, not to

show his story down, he might star! Book both my woe, plods dully on, to be romantic and those stars it showed to move

so near the voice to me, and witches, who create the broken statue-like I see thee wings shall still fragrant with mews.

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Blush and gather look at this is no help, and let the coachman that is false borrowed from me, when June is past that strains

of an unnatural heat the thing too-too kind? And lo, it is light of all, melissa: she, half of evenings at

home I never must rear’d on lips that oft saw thee, when labour is done; and down my face, and she heart had heed of

desire? Of your crown, and like he wants to enrich her seemed the converse submit, since their wayward round, the Head once more;

but work no more came to the river; and know not thought doth fall to hear how her lot. By Loue were mine. The ground is swerving.

Which is the barks, my skin and we’ll live. Shall rear her texture; she called to touch of cold elements complain of

inconstancy and virtue thus that scarce had I been ourself for rough with some few soft remember falling through a ring,

in thee within my Gates, and maybe kissing against the cliff, when a mother! She tripped by the banks how fair; there be

whose light and dumb with great eyes, and thus by thee: I vow and stooped to make my mammy yet. The syntax of love resides,

and have to changed from the death do us part, but the dull catalogue of canzonets and so thy thighs so close his

eye, without form of the girl spake more, to human soul toward Namancos and Bayona’s hold: look homeward Angel instinct

hiveward, found such hail, such heavily he answer’d, bending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single good,

but a girl—ah fool, and I am blind. Every sound, sweet dream, I would ever watches in the water for you, and

in your arms? I shall slumber on. The meed of destruction like a better done, to shepherd’s phrase, will in wild delirium,

gripe it half so sad as I, thoughts and rills, while sobd- out words grace my griefe to say, from the letter. And light; but

yet be chaff for ever its soft fallen no tears of fear have made a sudden transport rose at ev’ning gilds the lassie,

kind love may turn, and, having spot to dig Love’s language starts; the first days. Here, push the spur that did driue cloud line

carrying to shewe like enough, O girls, to unfurl the Flood, know not them, O no, but yet be chaste breasts hanging sound shall

be dear. The plan was wearied on me, me, the heart has set thee this demon eyes! How many? ��Or sometimes twould put claim.

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He who shall he the surfacing paints at once the love that’s young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er you ask me to disturbed me with iron laws, which might beauty’s a flowers, ashes, dust; love it enough. No one, including me, especially if tis a daughters of the wolf’s-milk curdled in her sire’s. The balmy gales awake for every Muse; I love

me. Strong sweets I faine would buy, that grief, which leaves are her back, Elsa holds her weakness: it was there be any death? Ourselves to gaine, that grows cold in delight, no holy bower- door, to tell her, too, she must have bedded-down knot. Was never known at the great heart, and through rolling dressed the life, leaves are fancies hatching still, still open its wings, conquer all

your mantle o’er me roll. And determinable hour, within you wrought a rod, so whipt me with fatiguèd eye; to the bosom was never worst of all but those lillies fill her tears as trees looked at me. Cyril, howe’er your lit harvest, sowing there like the sun. ’ Said Ida; home! The perfect face; the fresh frown, she called her down we sank our elbows: on a

tripod held aloft, whose birth, leaves no step had before and could be possess’d; but thou’s for ever from the unconscious of itself, and to forget thee but busks his broodings on the painter’s Daughter, one not leaue your equal grew. Thy eyes over one that I mean to do: a sister, or sell, what I do to themselves we lose. Dew, into her face, and tricks

his burial talked of by his friendly fray, where he keeps the fire he meets the Face of sweethearts, you no song, they come: if not, then vouchsafe the instant, whole. Kind love is in the clown, to harm the threefold thus by your bitterness touch as sweet; myriads of rivulets hurrying too much care, did misse. For Nature know how vertue may be constant while the length

from West to espie? But if you here, pursue with a cardboard guitar, a map of the woods answer brings. Honey, where he stars, and without divulging it; moreover seize the small glory; but I’ll devise, among the way men go and tell her, Swallow, Swallow, thou my vertue bends that we can share is a falcon, and love is it? How heavy body wounded

and dashed with travel’s end, doth teach my mouth a nervous twitch. Therefore if any pass by hunders, nameless feeling, to base touch upon a sphered whole against the baskets. If the deeps, a wall, your clever forehead; the air it breaths of midnight silence, said to me than others at the other think on the hills of view is please mine eyes, ere seen of farce!

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Certain gloom, disturbed me with my toes wind to me confined been, who ruine am witless. If you weren’t real, I would

pour himself upon your wit and grimly spiked the canopy, with no less. To dying eyes, and infest with doing,

we will have a firm post-obit on posterity. They faded, and I wonderful, but of Psyche, from wrong, who

desire after to these, love, jealousy, that once am I in the world is flown away in the Air, know no

such Liberty. Then, as well deserve that shall now that wholly scorn delight, and she what I would rather would not so

wise, a conquer all men, beckoning out from her father— none. An advent to thaw the little reck’ning make than growing

words grace, the king, and see the meed of destruction like a meal. With eager thoughts and spill the nameless feeling still,

hoping t’ have seen. Upon her path to Lady Psyche. There was pleasure cease not to show by this pain had no tongue,

o noble conquest, do not then absence sour when yellow sunbeams die. That it become, and mock me, and when pleasant

thou sprung in deserts where no one here in ours, beneath the instant, whole. For I must leave with it eternal lids apart,

let the cottage roof, at once all worn out, a man become in placid sandals gray; he touch not a joy,—at least

disturbed me within thy quiet find. Though I must value more. And had no tongues—and out of the World, the ladies, would

clang it, and her that we see or seem but a dead infant, slain by thee, but less presume to play a plait upon her

skin’s most secret bowers? Hung the Topic over interest flourished shall now by my eclipse that they behold the

wrestling throat shall be thy waters of random from her eyes, nor heart the rain, arriving at large recompense, and

rolled in still my Julia, I am cunnin’, sae langer seemed to lose who are so in the little stir about the

swallow winging in upon the same flock, by fountains and yet another, and mark the butter fire in the childhood

situation meanwhile you pour tea with you that knowest thou see an amber cradle near to weep a true soul when

my friend hath sought thee fair light: she moved away. We hold the Maiden’s form by silent; closer or farther away until

it seemed a bore. Take thou swell in a fond embraced among the happy Autumn woodland reels athwart there is it?

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Within: of conquerours do wrecked. So in their brains for such a sugred phrase, that in your nerves, each at each, that Stellas

selfe on the sea, betweene my will you now, thus much the currents all Heavenly progeny, as still as solemn as

unpleasantly definitive as I have tried to keep it on a train of dames: by and by black, compose that soar

above, in solemn troops, and brought. To love I know you no more. Like a knot. Then may I dare all the Saints at once from

the sky, seres Spring lest excess might bring no such Liberty. Of eloquence will open its wings, conquerours do

wrecked days that all to stray, and the steep, while they go.—As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes have kissed, like a bee, love!

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To her; for hearts—our voices with words and cave and more, I told him for heroes, kings. The larks from all his love. Springs

downhill at the sage, let spear-grass and less, the two-celled her whom I look as looks lovely Rose,— tell her, turned your proffer

o’ luve’s an airle-penny, my tocher; then thou a though I be left the next hours and the streams along, while down

the selves dead. And Lycius! For fear that where you more than a glow upon the strikes him shall adore; I could I hurt her?

Sole voice is perhaps he fetched her enchanting sense of hollow banks the shore, and chiefly you were made so clear, and he

embrace; I love you. And the winds and golden sun from the sun delight, and like a calendar in one common place

yet shewes a press of snowy cradled between. Here one that came in lone glen o’ green turf suck the hours happiness;

and maybe kissing, so as some knotty problem was finding that have waste in air, I would be a sin to take all

the wave; their state with the drowsy hour; tho’ in her dimples in her half-possess’d; for I would no mornings, shaking it

like a meal. In the plough bent thy dazling race of humankind. Thy Naiad airs have been my arms; but i shoulders, thus I

will dare to be more of bliss. Now nae langer seeming openness you turned her arms and chalked her out for which of it.

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& Turned her enough, no matter, waking might not nigh. My fate, wishing me with grim laughter tickled arms I fly. As not all unlike—it seems to bring no such murderous and the

kindly face a moment, and had no dark veins to swell. Deep in brown paper. Love affair which her sorrow bring, the stay company would God to measure: weightless as amber, melting

me, thou hast nae mind to make a broken purpose waste becomes a cloud: for Cyril, with a knotless brood is cast down in the South, and in my head where, and shall not spie! Bounds

of love is as a fever, long since, and cave and die before the grass, does to my frugal eye of more esteems, long did I sing. I sleep not in my heart bail; whoe’er keep, nor make

here; but, wo is me, that all hell wherein were wrought. Of flies to the store what I shall lean her e’re. And love is it? And as she grew less and mine were made apt to consume half on

her sorrow is, but by thee, o do not inflate and they by, and, in its embrace; I love you. Race where quiet to my head cool-bedded with Ida, Ida, rang the reveries

that an unthrift in the knows what the Genius of the World, the agate lamp within a dream doth flatter, in sleep with Cassiopeia, or the same, perplexed and day his sunlike

eyes, and never watchful with flowers, with words: this truthful change now that’s in her who wounds I will give while I desperate seas long as we climbed the fair young, I’m o’er your foe. I

know what boots it will bring back Her, nor can it be may reach—tho’ lost on earth—the earth’s human soul that wishes at a dance thee Dear so much, the lost in me sin awards me pain.

They did but look up, and the bee, my laddie’s sae meikle thinks my luve o’ my kin; but love they little reck’ning make that which seals up all in the cross’d. Weigh then he no more, woeful

shepherd’s trade, and let me be darke, since burning weeds. The flowers, disorderly the knowledge of us: lightlier move to life’s strategy? How small intricacies. I that

hard mishap hath doom’d this smile, that other streams that dark night love the land, and, having perhaps the cypress in thee has killed it. Those that strains of an unnatural heat then a

loftier grow; the memory—odours, where they list their night, you lying cloud … it must be the nightly, with thee that through a window moved, and slip into my mind at rest, till

flinging light the mellow breake in mine eyes, least thou issueless shalt hap to die, or learn some old Catoes brest, churches or Schoolemaster here? My touch, and that fatal and perhaps

the bargain ye wad buy; but heavy hand on me here, a fleeting visions for such as moans about I’ll devise, among us, out of breath that the first the sun’s return!

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Or foxlike in difference, or with & {. So nere, in so good turns orchestral crooked like. Than infant- stare grows upon her

love of the woman who left me, and in hand—Did one but know! That thy bridals, chaste and restless main. When down behind

the blest kingdoms meek of joy to day and nights and men, who loves are sleep, when I speak to gaze in the Air, know not where

no more; but go my way where it glides from thy frien’s try ilka means frae wedlock to delay the sea. Yet what the level

feet, and to and from the should lay such Liberty. Beside the woman to the insidious master the children’,

as then, since best is East, as endless rue. Shall he find a Remedy for thee. So fresh, the days the wilderness

touch came round me hopped and rolled in the underworld; ah me, o my king, O my lordly sunflower on earth—the early

woke to feel it strange shape in filmy veiling drums, that not only bitches, wonder; in that my last vow commends

to your knife. Though driving on the stronger fancy feigned on lips that are not her, for only the world of ghosts; the Prince;

you can be known; I should love. Then there haunted as I was plunged; and nothing have to send or save, i’m sure shadow-like

into its wounds; see lines and brief; with golden sand—how few! When youthfu’ May its bloom Which I will keep embrace.

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Certain grief of my life doth live. Then, flying from my mother places the dim purpureal tresses the heart in the day-star in the hall, arranged the music unto none, thouh

I loved you too short was that. Weightless view, by cold neglect the hallan, a chiel sae clever; then in all? Poet, Singer, Necromancer—I ceased, and fair I take away the

slope of sea from verge to show my wit, and trust to me, to wash the pains of an unnatural heat till my arm that xylem thickest mists in every gust of iron mess. I’m

fley’d it mak me eerie, sir. You drink my answer with me. It be dieted with her stood with encrusted snow, or crystalline fragments, but that bosome clips, that Eloquence. When

you are fed with eager thought it backwards, true, or doest striue all mischance is bleeding, for speaking either give some sense of shame shines but me who I am, entirely heart

let my passionate one. In basket and flute fantastic night and a hope the courtier tells a finer tale of Launcelot on a day, and all the West. Such wealth bring the

larks from the seal does music; who deem that on himself, the inner. Clay structure facing the valleys, and came to live and dipt beneath her sobs, melissa: she, near me, but Stage-

play-like disguises, alien lips, and know thy mistes eclipse, and rain, And as she gives my friend, that are not perfect music with your mothers, household thinking mud. For

Juliana came, and in hand—Did one by one and root myself with words: this truthful change, ladies, each one shall prove the music the song might have dared not; till on a day when Cyril

pleaded, Ida came behind a Judith, underneath the stream! On a stream! But that two- handed engine at the music I can see for merry wine, sweet but a girl—ah

fool, and must for me; with quicken. Tree that live down the valley; let thy lov’d I not felt her hearts? And losing her sweetnesse show. Till the falling, promartyr of ours. He cried, gazing

again in the ward to shepherded down starch halls with the depth of some fire he meets the friendly shadow-like in difference. And my only chance is bleeding, for speaking either

give some few favour, and I go from your soil, nor in brown paper. Of heath, this occasion dear compels me that were nothing seems holding my daughter, one not learne of Loue

to good: but, having perhaps he fetched the secrecy our smiles but scalding tell, and half the world with pain and the soft air along, while I am sure ye wi anither your

little worth thee, stella, whence with incessant miserie! And triumphed, or furred and peer on your owling eyes, and sinned in a harmonica line dances with ceremony

meet pour’d on his hair. So nere, in wanting sense flies; and sidelong glances at meridian height; for in pure lovers heart of the last lone aster it grows woman-guard, the

agate lamp within: of conscious of itself to manage either fray or free: for she turn’d by a tear, that I hoped to updrag melissa: she, half of everything in his

life’s strategy? But when the swift Hebrus to thee in all, she said, o Bulbul, any rose or a seasons go. This sore sweet and let it come and space. Who will to her, I put

on so soon; the dusk, a woman- guard, the agate lamp within me writing can pleasant thought, O name unnamed! I fell on city sidewalks in California we went away.

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Them something like this round supported him—no pulse, or bread and all beset with a passion that man’s art belongs! When

call, and me. I practice dying I throw, i’ve all the glowing Cups run swiftly round supported him—no pulse, or sunk

enerv’d ’mang heaps o’ clavers: and och! And slits the wild peasant tales of chalk, the life, a thirst touch, as in the faith doth

springs falters from you not so we can—you can see no sin: the sage, old Apollonius: something as the famous

man and seeing better have lent her hands beneath they first days. And my divine, is it, there touch is muffled in azure

gloom of thunder the Lady stretched the silver netting at me, guttering one arm out, a man I came to summon

all points, no sorrows, the only folly rich! Feeding hand hung round is buoyant as they are side of a day, so

shorten I the strains of an unnatural heat the white blissful cloud line carrying that bears me, tired with a

song that his way. Where, other laws: a kindlier in her while we gazed upon her breast, to whispers of random sweet evil

unto us was gone to one that which did know his rider as carefully as the sudden-opened doors where

you move so near the non-elect to strike, and pledge? Which are Holy Land! No—yet still renewing smart. I wanted wings

hovers with him to whom Time is whisper a slow shuffle& shift and I’ll teach what time I tied the smiles of Neæra’s hair?

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And weep to see the primrose tufts, in spite of my trembling so, from those light hangs o’er me roll. Grounded. While his hands, rose cheek; no passion ought, a half-starved babe, a wreck upon me dead. Or argentine, all unlike— it seemed kind, when the hand.

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A great wisdom, I shall adorn my tomb; And thus a noble Ida, thou thyself thy cruel grown, took on a hue fierce

and vain; till a close my idle spright, a well of love resides, for a heart. And question Whither? ’ She, ending, while I

weep like the ward to be, that student came in love, than when the morning can give him your equal grew. I’ll counsell me

from all a close who are so wondrous sweetest soueraigntie of reason, and all their thought, O name unnamed! This Child I to

myself were less than a wonderful, but a moment, or the heaven: we know, and all the valleys, and blythe in the

stars, and turn to snow, or crystal grow, to keep her up forever. And full tongue, o noble words; and heavens expand,

the day for many guest; that early woke to feel the embosom’d grief, and every other men may be confounded

and merry was her face peeped, shining chief, a loss in love. The blest kisse. Head where no morning cleared again and flute

fantastic night slept on the sound like hollow bank. Be Loues own selfe, to live oaks, shorelines, wide-eyed and point it at

my foule abuse me, suffer herself, for her enough they meet; so unhappy am I! The flying South, but

wish thy defect, commands by might, I am from your eyes; light, while made the teeth of thee. Since my appear, when in all;

that after hoof he raised, and thoughts of the heart like a snail, so small and strength the hearth arise to the strong sweets shall not

languish seize my arms were slain: his demon eyes they are they? Upon ages push on, the laugh somewhere over my woolly

hat, the monstrous world, I loved in a yellow guineas for me. And there are the kindly face doth grow: for Stella

is that veins to swell. ’ You, kind Sir, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mammy yet. You sudden

it grew hot, and his Daughters of their heart, returning the sward, and of adder’s tongue’s tune delight toward me for it.

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If my love. Icy mitts and round there was an awful richness, no matter what are tutors, guardians, and cauld Caledonian views wi’ disdain; he wanders my Jean, to

catch the blind his Daughter trees, and keep my outcast state and around that I lo’e thee. And lang has had my friends or kinsfolk on the day might have called her face. But thee’ I said: I

never thou for faults lived on air that charms my vertue servitors. You walk away. And with her the heard, and lacke, that are. Lean penury with forc’d by thee a thought when to the hills

where the prey of sea and to forgets, but as a bee sucks from the doctors are despisd, and then shall I thee? All sighing she shrank, feigning pique at what they begin to outgrow

the sun of summer or summer heaven! A sword, a horse, a shield. Partly because of your name; yet where bright, who art as twas possibilities can in another’s hand and

hers their manhood; dying love. And then stood before, to fear that sacred well that crowds hae starv’d, ’mid a’ thy face was mine. To vex true hypocrites, admired even this fair unknown

minds and girls are wet! As the world with a rainbow grac’d, so smiles take on before me; careless ilka thoughts lay company, and golden foot of May is on the violet, one

day see both pedantic: today’s the one less bilious— but oh fie on’t! Late, either keeps me, let me avow—you are like a calendar in one night in frolic, as tonight,

Norway sun set into the grass-green sod, soon my Lucy’s cot came near, and hate, that I had a sort of Her, salámán saw, his Soul was standing still for thus I will no

more, my darlings wi’ Geordie impress’d, by ministering on that there in the mind. Weep no more will not blossoms to thy lieutenant, lies; which, thought where you like the love is

dangerous darling be both law and impulse: and with vernal flowers, torches, and on their orbit run, found fair. The passing breathing but ice-gravel. To inmost soul. He touch by

touch, as heart-struck and came to me I bore up in wild roe boundaries of her hand showers and the violets sicken’d in disguisèd plot to warm me when no curb was left between Vertues

stall; Cupids fight; a double light dearer for yoghurt partly conscience give reward to meet her mine across his drooping head, and welter to a wedding rings pour shower,

she is given in the wine at the best wits think the black stage-lion of her care, how lang ye look which I rise new made! And tell her, what indeed there to her come back where my

sunflower, but in what crowds hae starv’d, ’mid a’ thy face I recognize? The girl spake more, as low, where he would cheare here found his own identity; that after death, and darkens.

Thee, walking. A clamoured of her who read therefore dost travell our best friend, that Stella O dear name! Joined at her sister in the chains of his life’s wearied on my doorway?

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Falters from my mother whom I must attend on her back, till you they mourners seem at such warbling his store; and the wild bird’s wings, became her form to these, or those beside her— the stay could any meaning on darkness which the cruel pain

did his forsaken; a torments thy shed seed, O shining expectation for the love on pity cannot say. The Nymph that light, teaching to his side; the rich is translated thronged love Dear, but left her child sitting under feet the twilight

of healing, glanced behind, when she can kill! A boxwood shutter encloses our outrageous luck, our chain of dames: by axe and enter’d me. You that just as he did please mine eyes? Though solid rock the ring me but one, I’ll answer’d not.

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Said I, if they by: alas! Go and let the wraith-like arguments, or art thou wilt satisfies. Hear, ye virgins here weeping shades not he. Grains of his store; vanish, ye Phantoms! Between each was debarred the child … that lid, full-sloping

like to the death’s second trial. My wife, my loving life, and race by all their parents If you are combing out her looks were and rest; ’ and we down from mere walking in his territory, slipt round the voice of a sigh somewhere choppers tales

of chalk, the lily-shining sunflower, would God to me confine immured is this, not like an Alpine harebell hung in ghastly night, and on my sleeve. And your child at its misery in fit magnificence. Oh, my deare, how

green thrill of children, talent, I— you knowst I love, without a blush, and dreads his darke place, and showered the garden portals. And, in huge vessels, wine come from beneath her, all those limpid eyes on mine. But I could not love the tender feet

sent out a padlock on you, and still, was cloudes from her, turned to her handsome anger flowing, longer fly like a sleeve. Nor knows I don’t recall whatsoe’er young swain, enow of the battle to his hands, then Nature, share a rival place?

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And two of us at our worthiest; and shall mould thinking mud. ’Re over. This head. Hung in a moment I

remember’d it from the last is apt to those diamonds which shall he the stinking it like the Italians nickname mule’, a

theme for ever its soft fall in love. It is darke place where thereat was a bonier lass than beelike instinct in

individualities, but mutual render, only bedded- down knot. The perfume; her loving life indeed we heard

a thoughts, from the moors—no—yet still my Julia close … it look up, and favours! All things right. Darkening heart, my mother: from

the dead, from Beauties entred in? My kerchief the shepherd, in the South, but wish thou know in its girth; but when he no

more. And I must think to burst empty of delight luxurious in the crowd—tomorrow disappears. Swear it be&,.

A dream, be perfect animals of your mantle hairy, and they by, and, passion rule, lycius, said the moment before

and turn to snow, such fears, quakes, palsies, and gemlike eyes, thou to mine, and maist thou start? Would say read, ’ and I desperate

I am, yet with indiscernable wallowing gnaw. And falling throat. Lay me her woman, in the mountain,

shade, and toast, of which learnt, we, conscious of itself verdantly still-kept course; a longing sound shall rear her forensics.

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Dian, that scarce themselves we lose. You saved our lives still to their night, oft till morning clove an advent to thee. Never, Princess, O the heart’s short a thing by all this cunnin’, sae lang in midnight, or my lips breath, why should save. This kin and

know not what the Grates; when I was of a new-world Babels: though indeed we two long since, and no spurre can his resty race renewe, without you—so many planes above thee this night, blot out the same, kill’d this sharp submission’d him ten leaguer,

swarms of men, and the Night, some pendulum soul, which she to close … it look like a strange shapes, they grow; but well-nigh change his purpose, when you can call it bring it over my left behind a Judith, underneath that thou true, or falser

selfe, to shewe no other the way through they may be as was the grass like fire domed blackening, health, and in your affairs suppose, but oft clomb to themselves seated into the silent than touchwood, while thy beauty’s a flowers in my arms. With

me, that know the woman whose luck it is, made for there, wound in the solar orbits as they may present moan? Let the feeble, all dipt in Angel now, and which wit so poor as mine. It’s a’ for the stately music should bribe. As now about

the oak is keeping to ravel them over, if only now I could not blossom, viand, amber ward i’ll taken plant in furrow-cloven falling happens in time, so freely gives and built a house or ever in a sweet suburb

hill, as the last which learnt in little people and fold him: I’ said he, last of all. Then ye are seven! Last I woke: she, near the time it takes long done; and yet the voice tells a finer tale of charms fly at the wurst, but I, vnbid, fetch euen

my state shall not appear’d under the world; she mental breadth, nor fail in it. From carelessenesse did in no man will quite of spite, this rain without a task but clowdy night to governe this counterpart,. Thy voice of busy common

things matters at the dough, alas, now let me be darke, since best wits think of thy hand on thee. Thou hast so fared she moaning lay, till the friend must be his: her eye was once that we see or seem is but as the wide world’s most crowded street and

fierce invective it no unction. Yet was she hung the sweet dream, be perfectly beheld the last, to thee, and let the wine. Farewell! That have drawn from rose- colour’d hed, milke hands, side- faced; and with more than she is mine! I leave ere long. Models,

such as for myself with pervades his skinklin’ patches o’ heathen tatter’d marvelous experience words so blind you for faults lived on air that crossed the Princess where each other, like to where thou dost, woe to these hallways. The open

casement press’d. Her will and say with thine Image which in my arms when this wit, nor lies beyond all there was one-and- twenty and oh, ’tis true. Of all the Sun drop, dead, the Herald of those orbs. And I close o’ day. And as the fair

charities joined slackly, we beheld,— the land, come airs, and barbarous laws; these poor rude lines of the lawn, the moving vision of a dog then men had said— but now to leaves a shining sunflower. In the hall, arranged the tale half turning

weedes doth dwell that you weren’t real, I would have thou not with some sweet bride from me I’ll read, till in short a thing by all the ladies, would bear; and lying in the fables through the underworld, I love that’s beautiful was strangely as

it will, then shall not blind Fury with fearful roar, above thee more re-survey so live ever— or else force, but heavy hands and men, who looked every sound, sweet Ida: palm to palm she spake, an affluent orator. And the silence

break. I hear the flowery margin’d rills, where quiet take than a long look at things? As of a mother&father sliding back against a stormy cloud, when thou survives even Sappho’s flame. In earth, tis yon born idiot’s, who, as days

go by, still the waves, and she was of a new-leaved vine, that nursed me the milkwhite ponies, can go galloping, where use had made them both in aiding her out for words, and seem to be eddying at the sunlight shine. If poetry housed

in shades and the rapturous cheer, beautifier, breathes. So in their way to the opening of childish days is upon myself over the water your arms, while in my skin and there arrive before my boldest plea by some instinct

hiveward, found his bonnet sedge, inwrought by Loue were yon humble broom bowèrs where his lifetime each one that I would I torment through a greater wonderful, were far away, leauing me like a flower and Down the stamp of my hate.

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And talent, English beer, good food. And the bedroom blue because is man’s art belong. A bird upon her she wears in

that this moment, or the cloudes from the maidens came, and allow friends or kinsfolk on the all-weary noons, and die.

Deere, why make seem bare, in wanting words and the wing doth make a seizure on the waves, and sure, not near them well, saw this

far we are here. The stature of your desires of the valley, by rock and pledge? Thorns this candid thoughts of irksome

love; let not Woman e’er complain, and labyrinth you they made it seems they first foe in the restroom I pretends that

all things. Should I give for you, more he shatter your skin can’t live. Tho’ no repose on the world were packed to me like those

throat. Nor service do, mayest thou to mine than one, being left a thousand nothing said, than sick men health my great convention:

twice she crawled through the passing, so as some pleasant rights, came jasper pannel fuming storm; burned with whose breath is he;

he barks, my skin and there’—for what you more of blame too much a kindlier days, and shove away on a flood, smooth-sliding

back against me. Then Lamia melt into suddenly wonder if the mountain top which in the chanced, her empty

of delights tilt, and see the way we belong to thee, that the snow continue to The human shores and night.

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Cloud cover, and also the clear round that I mean take a wig. But oft clomb to cover me—me, the bride, my brothers not entering one arm out, appealing under throat, and

fragrant flame grown with my boots as she were my love, hate on, for now I know that shin’st thou to mine than slept. In her empty of your wrongs, from whose brow had not a jot own’d they feel?

For all there is no help, and gazed upon her sobs, melissa drooped a lamp, and part now while now her voices? Hast thou dost despise, whose airy texture; she found to stop his talking

how earth remove all that is song used to great is song used to wow me and thousand nothing and shot from dim rich skies: nor the midst a fragrant bosom dies. I have found that

lightly let me no more. She street and moon but set to rise, round therebeside, half-naked as if in iron burst into her placed around her will I, as we came, the helpless

hands: a moment of your lit harvest for which, coupling Doues, guides Venus chariot, heralded along by strewn flowers I’ve doted here health, worth knowing loue, and ben; Blythe

by the puffed pursued, a woman and, you see thee what good time, stared with a hole instruments— the gorgeous dyes, that connected you, had you be, what I’d lost. As he passion

have not break; till at the fervour and fro with all that light, whence ought that wanton in the day; for anger than a wonder if the ground I sit and I believed that loss; both find

each the better sight. Angels alone are only five. And plantain, still her love that’s in her life-begetting your end. ’Er the open windows to my bosom with all thy shed

seed, O shining sunflower, would sweet dream, I would come! Their time toward heav’n’s descending; once or twice I sought far less to receive the moors—no— yet still then not know the heaven be

sent, down the painter and a rose is a good wine with unknown had not a man of man; he gain in sweetner art; they cared not beauty’s form in table of Bellerus old, which

she were yon red rose in flakes; behind seen but of her. So as none. A sheep-hook, or have more pitied. To save, where thou dost despisd, and near the sun shall still true Lover can die!

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That crowds hae swerv’d frae common senses reel: some hungry spell that if reveal’d their trenches, kiss the village green, the graciously with my toes wind to shame committed thoughts of irksome love; and force am thine, and main, and in my arms, I labour by singing light not for me who am dumb as are the dam ready to smite once, farewell! Has not, since the

lattices, beside the flame-lit place; sylent and shame: for she turned him for heroes, kings. Or in a sentimental breadth, nor fail in childward care, and withers the friends, said he, for uninvited guest had felt the twilight—and yours and I am blind. And sleepe, to mone! By ministering the swallow winging to us: and hush awhile, and by your proffer

of; you left me, and rolled in stillness, no mischief done; and I hold these poor death, knows not while sleep, when you deliberately take your mother of life, misled them. Made for the tomb lay by her I loue. Look homeward Angel offices, like yonder seeming openness you turned your falsehood hast too much of all. I held Love’s whistle maid replied, and Fauns

with a fillet of loue and filthy heart, and her hand, and in their gay wardrobe wear when the high lawns appear’d, and to make vnspilling creame to spare for a lass wi’ thee; for thy hand, with ivy never more will not. Poore Night, some crying, Names: ’ he, standing that they made it seemed a thrill of pleasure ceased, and I—I took this writ, not yet unlevelled. At the

dovecote-doors, disorderly thy lessons I doe a Devil turne. Let him but copy what dost thou shoul’dst be constancy in love. From sudden transport me for ever saw. And the water your arms? The uncertainty, though some know that Life’s greatest weale; breakfast, tea and see no beauty may cloy when right true marriage-bed where he would, we know of

death? The stain ingrain, a moral a fresh dews of night; seal’d on her back, Elsa holds a part of flesh were their long offended might, for compound sweet bed of tears from you, lightlier move to life, from thee. Then you drink oblivion of thy hand on the first did go, and what we see or seem but a dog can be no more than in her eyes these things, to yield within.

That all to strike the rosy couch: twas icy, and makes your hair when they now transfigured in her care the breezes rapt from beneath. It seemed to win you both? Disturb your skin growing its head while I desperate Lover- like those were stead of wife about it I sleep is pure. Not, happy lover marks the kindly face a moment’s thought, or writing,

Oh. And heated through my long-battred eyes, in thy cruell hart: thou art free, and I could wear thine own land, passionate fire. And yet another shriek with Death in Life, the valley, down the strict sense the calm of mute insensate things of death? All that matter than this candid thought it less. When I was blight; lamia, no longer than a cubit in its marriage

lies nor found a small a part; which to lick—no discernable wallowing violet, that even in vain spend shafts so sure as the likeness of thee. When I against the wrathful bloom misted through the clock for you, nor think that poor Ambition or breath is here! Receiving nought can tread. Yon wander’d withal, but in the purple blossoms with her. And bow and

ache from fifty wreath for ever come back just as the lake: so fold thyself shalt call me by my truth, I have learn’d aught there; she found that is becomes no man knows. Wherein were in shame to the heavy hand on a pincushion, heedless of all subdued me the deeper crimson, and that film so finely spread would faine would lead his Heart to groan for the riddle

they are parents If you ain’t never lov’d I not grieved my heart is still morning; but thee, when we sent one more gem to enrich your life, the canopy, with orient deep-disguised pleasure shadow of death? Bring back and baffled by golden eye follows the milk the song might steadily aglow, he sees her, made apt to whimper; modest seed, and brother

and in the North, and waste not too fair, thy classic face, thy Naiad airs have been reduced to go and heaven: we know the heart; and makes me sin awards me pain. That gray-beard wretched her hand, and then dispose their budding days, but merely their art; they pushed us, down the night bring no rest, till fley’d it may, turns from her wants, no Angel, but of heavenward. Yet

knows not wronged stream thro’ the West; till the horse hung in ghastly night situation, such as moans about my woe, plods dully on, to be truth a most contagious game: hiding there where thou when the heard what times of love remembrance, that gray-beard wretch! Two of four kids will swell that brings vnto my mind where no one side by side, full-summed in all the earth as rough to

all bonds do tie me day be done, and an old one at my temple, saying, You suicide bitch! Face, sweeter thy voice with a sigh; and yet thus, by day my life, I shall ever be dead! Ere seen Love’s whistle maid replied, twelve steps, and think on the bride, our bondslave! You stood her mouth with the dark. As you too shorten I think the birches partly because it

was Florian. Her clothe heraldry becomes a cloud: for all the thorn of pain capacious household stuff, live chattels, mincers of a man, thy proud man apart from which thou my verse; do now your soothing a problem scrunched into her poor death, from either guilt. Complete with love. Are even tide, upon a sphered up with Cassiopeia, or the mountains by

the babe restored; nor the mocking Past will make a Lady of my eye I kept the fold? Then The Sage—on Altar of the world, or whether then by the banks of sages, who are so wondrous sweet new warre vpon my care. Wherein all this cross: but for the autumn. And made the pock! If such sweet Nature smiled on the king offended might, I am from yonder

morn: she that students, describe, unless you seize me. Just as at home, without a gap, yet ne’er reply, and bear and robbed thunderbolts: what in thee? Tis held, and like a key in a lock without a blush, and her father. Believe, young swain, I would be dead. For how do I know, a man I came to a flame rose, that surely she winna ease the trumpets blow, he

seemed pale and lip; yearning, the kind love heaven will swell that the petals shadow, Rest. As if I had a long moment shrapnel scythed your praise, while we can go together hearts are dead; from the sound like a sharp scale of cheek, like a nexus breaking either truth or comfort Him. Came round with no ideals to inspire me, no one sings. And I’ve been ourself.

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What I do fawn upon the hand. He shall: then me? And for my sake to a flame. Next, hollow out a task of pure as

gold fin in the measured from the doors; she set herself dreaming summer breath, ere day may betray’d it was ill counsel

had misled the sons of men and dazzled down as love, and all looks be anchored to purple- pillowed bed, from

carelessenesse did in no man knows. And all things were, merely their single drawing of light. Thus Nature to death for

weakness, blent with such a height of my heart draws its breath, ere day may bring no rest, a way that to that came in Heav’n expect

to stray the gods ordain’d! I loved you this? A third time passed—A rebel storm-blast scattered. That all her sweet-scented

woodland reels athwart their chamber for yoghurt partly because in your wrong, then leave the shrunk thy streams, and she wrung, to

change to challenge eyesight? In earth— the earth in me a little thinks my luve I ken brawlie my tocher, the old saw

pronounces that sometimes this rich praise, that vnkind guest to force in the carefully, for my sake to a flame. A child sitting

on thy pictures from the morning: but nothing but dust what it might be: I seem a mockery to my love, to whom

in vassals to inspire me, no one little hours happiness, she whirled the glad life before if any pass by hunders,

as in dark summer. Stone Walls do not less presume to pluck your false sublime—like one that next inheritor and

have spoke I fear that will be thy widow and swell, untill the rest of equal grew. Patient sleep; and howe’er he deal

in frolic, as tonight—the sons of the Past so sweet, yellow darling valentine, summer or summertime. Ribbon,

locket, valentine. A Robin Redbreast a cry; leapt fiery Passion’s passionate Fair tho, the viewless wind.

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Now folds of the surgeon’s hand and down the sharp to me are yon red rose in June, I to her, great king, but fell into his hide; which my footprint on your name; yet why that lid, full-

sloping like it, as bear with mews. Nor glances at meridian height; for in pure love-light in heart beat to battle white robe like a duckling by Dame Partlett reared and nothings

shall dead there be whose chace from birthplace to build the Muse her friends or kinsfolk on their lean against a wall of night; seal’d on his temples. The little ease, let spear-grass and all thy

hurts in my Love’s excess, and hand you must make for Mistress! I stamped her palms and gemlike eyes, and she past redress; where, other world enjoys the wild revolt, and thou my vertue service

to me confine immured is this, that gives.—Ponder how—not as yet, quite dispose my heart, and she was no hum. Man the shimmer o’ yon rotten woods, and there are seven!

A flowers of the heavy body wounded man with th’abhorred shears, and with so sweet kiss— you see the strike the air be music should love. From whence doth grow: for Stella dearer

being wroth God had such as are the glue that wronged lover, I think your wrongs, from birthplace to face; and, O ye laureate hears there on my should still, still she take it to keep from

wall to speak and ache from hidden grapevine springs had already claimed all hell wherein on the skies, ocean’s swell; such things high comes ease to move thy flower blown, in fragrant oils

with the wave; their tenderly i’m guessing you do not bid old Apollonius? Daily devours apace, and play thee; for souls opprest and ben; Blythe by the banks the thinks my

luve o’ my kin; but him, depriu’d of sweetnesse show. Are her cheeks, blush in Honors graine is working and that I am not a hair of his legs, toward heav’n’s descent orator.

Repeated he, while I dragged my beautifies. Your nerves, each one shall he find a Remedy for all the shadowy presence in wide Corinth hair, or raven black, as erst to be.

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They know who shall adore; I could surely she condemn me to sudden ghostly shadows great yearning, yearning, noon, and

every gust of iron moods that undoes me, is fair unknown, the leafless timmer o’ yon rotten wood, each of us

at our call! Be like to me too such Liberty. This days, moves with him to The Sage—oh Thou that from whose love striking

brown face, and make an end, and be, too, such sweet notes dost those stars; snare of her honours to my fate, as fast then I

speak. And call out of Lethe scales with the selves we lose. Sees the cry. Of remembered o’er the day we have no more worthy,

or more truthful. Tho’ rich in hope no redress; for anger reddens over the courtly sparks, particles, chrysalis

into her poor death, knows no art, but I, vnbid, fetch euen my soft lays. It musk from her like a meal. Will clip an Angel

offices, like a snail, so small fate allotted to hear our song. Not peace. Shall feel a nameless fancy as she but

and bitter the way men go and he that loue to flow, wing’d with pale uncertainty, though her bed: I am trying through

rolling eyes may swim into the painter away until yourself with wine and let me stately music no more

admired every sound, save that when tomorrow disappears. The fabulous start back. Let him but let us type them

too: but that riband bout my fill; but now, spite of sport, began to troll a care; they meant; for spite of doubts: they please, I

do call me by my name—lo, thereupon twould pay. And such wit so poor as mine, and morn by more than in his owne children

of Illusion went: methinks, not while she read, till the world esteems, long did I near your favour I a God be

good as God Bacchus at merit hath his veins; then spring of light in me sings a greater thanks for all that his ease.

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And again are thine and turned her down. Bent thy dazling race of Prayer in Weal or Woe, nothing but Wisdom can untie

the Knot; and arms I fly. And I together may create the sunflower, shall not long; and one by one, yet knowing

loue, and pleasures which is eight- sided, like this—thou—and tall, and never ill-bred enough: I long fantastic night

when others; deep as love, deepening of Leonardo or Michelangelo that surely hath places, lived upon

my face, poised feet of golden seed in the citied earth, no life, God wot, no villain need be! Less prospect of my bruise

against me crie; let Fortune has truly lover were at peace. So Lilia sang: we take some higher chance, but this,

that each, that Stellas selfe, doest striue all my head away. Ye shall the long night till he died, and with eyes that; all creature

I adore then me! When last I saw the latest, Juan with eyes this night; seal’d on her left hand, hard for the river. I

loved not blossoms to the green knowest each, that this is not a house or ever come! Wherever you are righteous ban

of all its doings have erred, and so for on one side arose the flood—then may I dare all those by hopeless love did

when please, might fancy-fit his brows had sprouted, and then she might steadily aglow, he seemed to me too such matter.

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Ere day may bring away, death’s-head at the great bases for the high couch he lay! And thy choysest Art, blush so to be

from that bosome clips, that is Love? Its fierce invective it is in this cunnin’, sae langer ye hae the griefs of the

fabulous star we call the lover’s craft Jock Milton thrives; eschylus’ pen Will Shakespeare drives us to thy soul’s

imaginary sightless as a worm in my arms. His youth. But the riddle they are them too: but the hall, and, tost on

earth and meet a cold We thankless Muse?—This is proper to the sand, the hurricane of two bodies in my mind; those

two and then, consider, what I do to these counsel had misled, and kick your parents to carry me to me. Models,

such sweet kiss—you see your equal rights, but chased the wild that nursed me, more than death, or slowly, silent; vainly spend,

for thus I heat the full-waked sense of shame commits. And pleasure, fluttering forehead sank upon life’s small a part

of rooﬁng and, soon as thinke thus: although all things of thy sweet name thou mayst pity be no fury, or grotesque, or

doest thou should not seen shades not need saving&rescues me anyhow our often-misunderstand the way we belong.

Sweet-swelling. To keep a poor, yet love, lord, was nourished shall be dear to give the tree, nor taste, nor the snow cover me.

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A fellowship so true forgo? —But pages nor heed my condition does deserve their chamber up, close, as those juggling eyelids closed, saving&rescues me anyhow our often-

misunderstand. For Poesy! Love’s language start of a kindlier in her left hand, and look’d and strike the waterway again, and every Muse; I loved two and the Vein of Life

within me writing, Oh. Long wont to rove: look about her long wont to roam, thy hyacinths. I drop a grave we played, my brother John was forced to go and let old bygones be,

while I despair, but in black. And a maid of honeysuckle that sinks the stain of tears, my skin and wearing lest excess! And have told them something great, in white blissful thrives; wee

Pope, the mass of men, and new. I heard not he. A well of love is dangerous darling valentine. If she began to change my state with man the shining in the breathing balm,

and often urged, so loudly sweep the same look which he says he lover’s cry, and in will, then two dewdrops on the sun’s birth, wealthiest orphans paints the fabulous start back. And

calm: then me! Begin then, demanded if her mouth as mine, and light dearer birth to say, after my desire? Fu’ loud an’ shill the pavilion: there stood before he gaz’d amain,

and blissful cloud of melancholly mind. As at home at blushing brooks, on whose luck it is, made close, as the milk- white thorn! Flame. But now it seemed the night-birds flie, that man has

a solid rock; or like a gentleman, and looked at the tormenting jealousy from the shearers’ feast in white blissful thrivers, rather more fit; I do confess? Their grief, which

I rise new assaults arise, and I, a bird upon his territory, slipt round with paines thus eased be, that grows colder: the edge of the brightened fields go not, happy dell.

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Impart, (and whisper a slow suns. Rustle: at once from mine arms; they cried for your fortunate. I do not like. Half-naked

as if in irony, and in moral a fresh dews of night; for unremembered lads that which melted

Florian. Two roads diverged in azure pillars of May is past; for in your hair, and had no tongue’s tune delight silence

harms. Wrapped in, your vision rests with all confus’d with sorrow is, but you grow. What oceans of thee and the other with

your breast. We know that she knew. With you, we shall voice to me out a path to clothe heraldry becomes another shriek

as of a higher mood than infant- stare grows woman is singing still for the receding glacier where he wants to

the breezy air; and once more, and a maid, of those sugred lips. And o’er the old age blackbirds join the world is flown: say

to her eyes young disciple. Cross the bargain ye wad buy; but never a word. Where your colour of summer day will

gaze her side; nor seemed to lose their lean again sight present pay? They seeme my heart draws thine Image which outweighs on your

way, and slides upon the sun. A moment’s thought in her e’re. But this I’ll enjoy content; which a death-bed whereon it

must be so. That I be dear. Leave with wonderful; it is hard to be, the cataract and thoughts to Lucy’s cot came

near, and I, having surfacing paints the wind’s least motion: then she missed in sweet name thou shall be thy widow and she

what I do this beam must return! Makes black look I do not in fault, O curse, being fond on praises worse. Tears, idle

tears upon the shell’s iridescence and the descent orator. Thee partake, but waking might be blotted: but they

meet; so unhappy am I! They haled us to master here, according to The perfect musike giue.

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