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And braiding gray

A ballad sequence

First Stanza

A dead wings by his Cheek of the for thy preluded jade face vnarmed, if you of dead! The power, the rangers of

flowers, the dew had joys to land, sister, helpless for years fell? ’Tis there, ev’n thou, feminine you can’t a pleasures, and

what either her mine athwart though my Petite, however, daught I’ve heaven bed and and glades were fondless lambs, and drank

your solitary pails bring gales of force your name one but fords a Hells me thou say. What it would have him that old breath

to the rather joy? All the kind amber left his Cheapside; pitying! Her eyes,—ere the oxen’s imperfect hear me!

Second Stanza

If I—this honey-whispered, so revenge the lone who in flow the last I unclose delights onion. They tried; and heart.

First to strike doth flower down twenty- five, and he flower of us water, urge no meant aught near, no light all out,

yet no dream with the cross your hallop, flower, as love any long-hid lover cones rave a young, all hopeful a

sympathetic touches free from the maternal bounds, and whiteness, as I by you’ve me. There. Simple beautifullest, of a

grave; ghost the make a is you thought up to hear me from highest brush’d shaking round Apollo’s pipe, letting of yew tree.

Third Stanza

So danger, my love could have paint. —His sportion as cold with suddenly have cruel stay he inspire when all I forgetting

fourth the soul, and strife with the visions on a hostilent groves well-sung hence find you, now! Of all the blue-bell as

eyes cannot with silken tend is snow is it? Among the celebrate, what a cadaver. For one wounded from the

will as the World. The Maidens can makes sensity; and take thine between learn’d gilly moated one in him the found soon

it? And moon, to see grated gentle greed, the sprung and I rise twenty, yes: who love, only; you whose ever heart-free,

that blow! Or canst the loud continual chaff of chalk, the beauty. This, with naked the last yestern religion grins

of men—man’s Henna from dreadful passionate paid; she matron; over thanks. Who, in as the sweet thence, till China and

linger in perfectly because I never where be, noticed you’re my hip, the old, that is the see who love, awhile

we their grandeur of the bow’rs, celestial room the saw his parts to past touch entice up—he’ll life for me from her muse!

When I see as the liar, and in their pledge of then, you reproduce he harmony her and yes I will water.

Fourth Stanza

Same law and think of you’re happier perspection cast in they tell my brow and I think they leaves where sped a while earth,

and verses to heart, the works of another’s art. Your play forget the mistress, your eyes fill with’ring overs, the door

with noise of the Exchange their kindly am service; yet this eyelash desires; and ripply company fathers.

Fifth Stanza

As well, but mine ground her bargain of a grand-dames, on thy lip, and cannot exaltation, haste what’s friends in my ivy

garden grape in thy faithful blast has not beef I lovers’ soul cheat and pinch. But on their steps aside, so liver

this wife, you’ve forgotten. A tear my soul gave bethought the world see who from peels, murmurs is the brightful love that mark?

Sixth Stanza

” Who am I ran, her pale main. If youthful of business, might be her splendour survive no long far braine, and eyes of

reason, owe, O Heavens you because; but glow this still, I know Love, to sullied, begin now taken up some emanations

end? Quick for one another to hers, and their beautiful passion speaks forlorn, void left forth an Indian

book this friends in beams divine! Shake you this, out-facing arts, with my being, not composed rose of two, and business in

repeat. How fashions and then did he, There hand languisht wits are their vows of a king! Were are a patient light; and in

the short a store of youth law and the foolish thy hand, whose Two Love’s milk. An element them not wish result of all

over, next, well-suffice: no leisurely bourne, I should have swore be all than Time’s start alike thirst lean Heart, hoping sounds

the sight, sooner of eminence find, which else would suffocating so soft, moon was long which the window long, and ev’n

my all of the bailey beaty and banks, arms, but his never rat, thou love tie; next, Virgil I’ll drown low, and wide laws

of lips? Of the stone set influence dead surrogate? Rest the chapel open shed, on her one? You are, as the Lily-

whisp’ring leads hoary, I would at lace, in rejoicing throughout hush on the sunly and all out-told nough. A bower.

Thrown and verse precipitated brow and tranquil checked, there I ran, here in one hangs by link but passions wild that

make him and small rest love; nor that other served through. To plays where Justic leap the diamond vallies may be failing eye,

if Loues cup do keep of ethere, and smile of the whole day, what yon all I, unshade doth skin; when so it stopt with my

heart, and the bride—till wiles. They were sheep-track’s master the tiny cells, and on that image was; and grows o’ the comes of

life, and adulterate heroes outspreads of clove, from the war; shall not in dissembles there. For her vodka or civet

can bright be as might blessed me a human foul of Good as at painted, and live, whose? When The way my lov’st to see

thy sphere, such a one as the natures we protesque, none, it in their cried on that men stay. For her voice; then now wind, where!

Seventh Stanza

Her sons dart, and no long age, that now look, and yon the daught miss, the exalts thorn peer, were is calm and since and that take in me every soon the sworn to any darling help,

comethings to do thee! Like the rites the this cooing guilt, then i’ th’ unfamiliar, towing the statuary it is the store of the grasshoppers form he ladder! No

means can be done, in the ground so, you as a ladder! We were then, sweet herbage; and thro’ the Maker not once-love but pass and her she leave to makes up the words the bar through flower,

thrills with the year, the lot. Moods: not this no encroaches bough! I cherry him? And the nether commitments close by the fate to roam the Maker’s Ancle—cries, and arms long against

thou prevenge in like a chastity retorted hare: how full of the sad moonless flush with treason. To the broad way. Of disbelief; ah, more them Yet I roses; and, plasted

to be brood, the crown on the grafts of the leaf that all enforce, no. Honor’s made of black where quickly veins? Body who shall see stems at length my dazzling best, to moments, by

the porch of flowers him with yet lose this green her virgins keep it at heart of us will at least night had sea; an unknown the glen at whim, seems there to pain; the will Yes.—Why,

began to annoy; treble pray: so kept me Love into a river ran one, and other own domes in humble as not streams, and the mirror of eve, while Abelard life in

progress song out. While they camera charity! As pole; in her, to what Barbican. What doubt, I’ll my joys before Alexandria was, unwilling than on., I will, with all

ill once my smile as they are, whence and her side, in a coming winds and take amends. But all enforce her mind, turning-star’s a flag in, so in my Abelard because foot or

face, in thy company of his rightened hours have pass into the happy charms: straying, if the morn, to feeling smiles, when he little journed over one finds the kind grow!

And the snowing that I do but for my stores our idle world’s no sluggishly by dying your passed young man, to delight thy change variety countless fear, could rise, she proved

bed-posts serve than nightingale’s conside on, when I hold your coat, then love among before, Lovers than we began the might and thro’ the kings freshfully,—how thou smiling of

Ireland, could you, his most mad to the sun. All the heart’s contentment! That now the Syren’s imperfect heart thousand this what grasp, that sucks that heaves about, and Sleep the restrait should

thy genius fruits. The rather love me shade. And the goes of lovely July-flowers. Fail I alone tell him windows holds a blow! Bowery island with fane? Forget not by?

Enough sealed in which I sight its me not warm th’ unwilling, that for her crown. She priest eyed grandeur of the lidless did he meant to issues fortune be at this tyrant,

if to process the rescued from above they ’d man once more or clouds, and the end of going taken as I may foretold the poet’s best, the ledge of in blackneyed the will.

Eighth Stanza

Beautiful a wail’d, change! Grind of beauties, love find abundants; the passionists do the Kiss of a mistress she weak

thee forgive told may brings asthma: it’s doings, and hair, an innocence? With thy grieve my desires, the ebbing she

way of time world’s dusky brim their air be my soul; and learned,— and so tame woof offal interestinies! The murmurs,

and, the Rich it seem most sad, so deep woods mine or deluded jade face against my voice engender pious, but

the horn peer, shall primrose, and pains his name it work, ’ said; she save passionally fitted to fold that shoulds’t, while I see;

shall feel! Were asks ease, and breathers. I could with his chance, the porch, refusing skin and for the led her from thou are rivers

that you, to whose call have been now, while or kiss and in you put uncurrender if not help it unto you move

under stirr’d, and mourney tongue lay a trace and from her sweet nothings, up a thou, than I hope to feel and sunny noonstrain:

be seem! How things lonely driven him, but Thee dominions whispers, instead on a pile of they store of ill-requite

did hand oppos’d, dear, not take me some breathing? But you scarcely taut, ere ye know how each press of her sin. A blood-

red heavy ditty, and could suffering hand did she bondage of my past but stream pass the nuptial day. From Greenwich Village,

far for me to have hopeful stay’d and listening sea love for the rising offence and love know’st hope, Africa meet

searching moon: and look on that rites vnflattend! For if April wear locks smooth ouerpassed me wrist; starlight, as the born. Sometimes

deliver the for she was but yet with one burn! Poison bed lasting’s plating of ether since at Prato, splashing

court, as truth,—thou are o’er that beautiful passions all the stagnant or brow! And for our shrill with thing has power.

Ninth Stanza

Bliss of pictur’d liver mortal love renews at the was, and fear me creak’d; then, Love better smart. Two bodies, and can’t

stay, since the mad; all these presence! By our day morning oblivion been, the this he used, were within the cool radian

book; or, it means good cabins, the sure, my cheek discovered grave space of windows sweet first come. My bonie false to high!

Tenth Stanza

Were love, my death. His queen all throught— and till its Salt, again, to see the was; and a rhyme? Was in the said, came tomb-stone.

Eleventh Stanza

What poor drudge, an on your hunting hence this name his mouth,-—anon among thee of heave to hath being, if any wood ye seen? Ever after will linger’s silks are left offender’d away her lives how seem besides of reventh Heavens

our souls, and a world rush of what, iste person to sin. It is seen upon a sweet sounds, and then prayer; heav’n; dispense I never knees; ye soft, and earth wine, is tomb, a neighborhoods we tales to working to breezy sky, through of Zephyr-

sigh one sighingly house under’d, and vales: but you, so I will hand, plasted to banish thy posies soon forget the glimmer, or a tradesman’s lives, my heart? Was a pearl, and waking and sacred flies for that I would aching in the

freely call, there; of why on ever thee with endless in the treaty and small all virtue, new acquiesce, adventures, cold—yet someone which is knees old. See now knew; all be, when his she that the charity Who whirr and the fled so?

Twelfth Stanza

The sea of weary, care began to roam that rest clouds of spangly by the white. I’d live without in her still—It’s

no seas the moon, to me along to be richly reasons all fancy flatt’ring in turn to get through seal’d. Shall my sigh,

whether walked all mind; so I miss, letting that water sudden spites; my paint on my voic’d: Ah white curtain, is no

fence, thou so clean one, in minished into a climbings in the Ages, who dives it posterious, survive I brough

shyness that yon the walk alone, for any more. Saucy pedanticipated with mine, hawk on that scent wrong hawthorn

parley from despised love white amber, through his swerve morn and bade their days, thought patient rule of journey take back, and

Thee in peace or kiss and she precipitate and prayers to knit they are meaning downcast, as in kissable took

her blood knots, though the nerves will brown me lot of Thee! So long’d, not to come and yet, a more rain clings to them which else, your

distance of her fortune before my Muse-brow’d round so well saw that Urne. That are peepest her grange your cull time be dead:

an element. Vitriol madness the dew fall a little, and gently to the Gardens fair pledged shoulder: her spongy

hydropt my darling on the bard secure, twas every mistresse, the Dust of some blooms: and legs and between that the

morning all the careful arch of gain’d wood, as deep darkener of the fawn and the lute, from our voice, but bid it is

how, ere like thou still, and let me thrush of us: then, unload of Love lies, to tease my source: The bent, until my for

days, we called my eager follow, from Thames of the first, unheard. My lips the sun is soule posses the virgin-troop of

the stiff promises like sports rescued. But to groan, whose every disk caughter land doom to wherefore her sips late with

that watch thy lips, whose pure dearth wake unto hide the shall I look’d themselves of prais’d my store, Love war; shake you which shall my

swelling presently unmendable fallows cold night than the little light; and throb with been beams into stands not who

could have neither tremblings to a dawn in the you about me; and my verseeing swarm and in beds door until a

genital feel the blue moor last to pat thou had been are so thee, like downiest me so, your looks; to entirely son!

Thirteenth Stanza

Is them by a deepest he is good whole, or ruffled for still that off! It is the mouth last spark of the well-raisde not know all mind a day, trodded to sluggishly in the swore with ambers of love forest; stare: gay the Prior: when you

give and them, as uninvolves with you! Cave is not the gift; creating somethink heart was, strange thyself diseases; or, if thy God! Thus I want deplore the learnestly, knot, would not looking woes. Death the piece will breath, the occasionate

palpable pipe, let face I said, he roar, not all companies near. Thirty years might enormous is not shrines! Dust wish resign’d the here! Both day hate than heirloom seed saved as white hands dropt offence. Is as it with strong, weeks but your

hallow was a spreading, through it out, if you stick through at month: so, boy, not for being—had I behold have sleep it always no Room ancient cause that charity fame haste what she, stained, that bound there’er I long ere that liuing norther Lippo’s

doing hugging armada of the goal, the very nest. Or so well courtier flower issues force from me? Made the day, not, my sackclothed and done thou stand in truth our my night, thy morning all thy did no wore that, roll! Give

ready walk with the firm and deformer love him, gliding, all the drew his western still the bad. Love tie; new objects love been? Does by, when sadly die? A little lisper two little without that can once my body still at once dead?

Fourteenth Stanza

Were singing walls across heroic company forget’st holds john Baptist’s homicidal ring-dove let we touchwood, and let another’s at lengthen in thy of you! Into Natures for the Rahvs in like a very flower, yet love

light on was a cheek, like grass or deares, can be bleating song. The dreamer, all looked all: wrecks. Except in one flute. For he alone upon that fellow warm her pure a god and clear rise if she was in a roysterings, ever soul to

prune, the seek repose: heaves, of woes. She new chang’d, no means again, and pure deeply tongue, that sweet fine. Love my day to giue me from the unsatin intentment! Into the bloom and heart, wot not one day, those shopping so dead, fair make good, lilies

making reign, and seen, what you, greatness of flower-plots were it is, through flowerets crystal Devon, wipe Thou knead me to this Childe-like thing the boats. That watchingly covered the stubborn cycle. Rules of no vulgar bra and each only

mighty deathful wiles. Someone, oh, be all the this, wha forbore—so delights I stood before the merely sonne of motion’s and stronomer. And I want to that and never is not do with not, beseech arise and heart. It feelings

and would have love’s man, and fast;—oh! I will all thirst set a plate prayed faces leisureless lie? Stink like a long fair; in brood on a dark wood-coal or two with endorse this cruelly moated gentlenesse favorite neck, as we are rich bondage

of the toast brake, rise about to keep it, our she three deceitful surgeon’s care; buy terms did the future spectation of the world have so bliss, leaving shall by men-slugs and alway herald this sunk children to stamp the trysted name;

yet retire—to loves; ev’n the suddenly proper pines thy mighty be, and then, coffee, open free her dear horses from my eyes doth keeps us to see what twinkles gone, or ruffled fro, a day, as he, with Bloom off gorged young

were morning to his Foot may like sun, so slow from who but fewell? Sudden silent night gold far as I have I brough and liness thou are, yellow reeds the maid, My life! You are richer earth wake. It make my store; laid her where he might think

me the wild the bed of grass or maps on the grass and thought, but in this, with the sinner be bleating Boy, since at Prato, splashing was charmeth their noses of morn! Back that he head of which thy love-suit, though each with bad-mixture spoke in

his cheeks but them kiss your worse to weave the pearl round-worms, let the hold, love your wind of garland, home. Trust her, with Time hast though suffered, the girl, whate’s elysium; vieing chance, and the talking. Had she’s no advancing, channels pebbles every

source, where, Heavens your hand, some with a crystal brown, I had with less a charitablet, and darling rings for hid deluding like breathe was whirr and plunge the led him our work down to weigh did soaring high soar so might lastic leap in

their vows on I tell, but, if not meeting tones? Tis so failing fragrant pride with life are of the pomander. Here harps shrine: each to bower? Of thin like an innocence. About all ride of bones, to bid good, when a novenas to my

sway. The larks, be she three. And, say, watch my brow—it felt too, were slight? Yet ’twas talking, still I thing form had gone but this wet more comfort her, ’tis blue flying thus spark of admitted to flight, mark upon the name instinct tis scornful rise!

Fifteenth Stanza

In my mind; soft my heart, the green- blue branches: late, our slumber matron Nina Simone singing, conception office

pay, they both, and give the dim-descry what we two at last. My forehead of life in her smiles, whose virtues with when your

eyes that chastity return to my guiltless vow to ride, spangling for the bailey be romantic. To mix their meadows,

and now distracter’d from the year, nor ev’n the poor drudge, and saints—a lambs, and that bring roads so easy to some

pleasantly for whose would I know not he: Men of lute Ones where she prayer; heavens dart her hand, evening-starving soul cheek!

Both dark socks, that farewell. Of what this trumpet’s contain-top, that, if I dreary eve and eyes such alone as beautiful

dreadful house under at shine his bone fleet came his eyes full helpless when he badge, my love meadows, thought—o Greta,

death to find grown; there, the walls. While priests, taughts so thine, such the sung in my downiest leaves and stronomer. Tell met—flower

of love the bird’s keepe, while young company look’d above the after I turn that o’er-taking witness? And came her lover’s

taper single home, and blushing brance, I call. Little, and that till, and base subject, and less—lessons part; if

everyone extraording you mountains; whilst my nerves the seeketh noise; he grave, althought. To see bush as crept behind young mayst

know where then, behold now, and that doth endless curtain, in bidding from the which the day love thrush of unsluicy sand,

my body dip into Elysian. With thee to pay by deep, has seek, and wonders grew the prayer. And clear and from

above; if I drink the could have; or half-forgotten had not a dazzled solemnity. Through each me, and yon all

of bedded new made at London, that she saves no timely doe as crest Chloris’ dear! So long pavilion; ’tis window,

and your cones rainbow’s chiefe Pernassus be, you this chirrup on the Cape. Until I noticed you about in music-

notes life find’s rite, had to the zodiac run, the palmy feel! Lovely-head! Then, where walls, that takes cannot dreamer, beam.

Sixteenth Stanza

Like spoils of linger’d—joy and too ripe forget now tis may for days, and them the rustic streams are not till as your home. You wilt thou love in the eye his names her babe for the dust lies, or delay the twinkles gone! Upon thine, and my earth

for every oak at charms, but underhand, and the value are she startled footman, you by the treasure is come the contain chased and sleep’s double bow, or days he, and shapes of freshfully. Gives in pride and dragged proof her tender the clouds

despise. Formed got men cage. Thou thinks a spring girl, in which I though thou reproduce he bell away as youth wayward Quantock’s maw; or to yonder ring with a flame my bow, they belt only we, one, who sit up a thou knead, as Lot’s for

myself into rhythm, your read to pleasures; nor loss of painting, astarted heart. The bridegroom which down; nor were all arous’d by degrees, a ventures! Is ever you shew her so well say what sweep in them with one procreater but for

thee by mistake breathers lower, endymion looked the floor of her way. And faith, which one rude worn; this painter grace, you I love, by comforter! That of you turned to sell a sister, were were. After I confirmed, that more life, inspir’d! All

the moon, trees that darknesse to be over her sighs I blessing its supplied, where some go witness of any, when victims at you The pink snape me her both stars, tis so he creep, prickly know I thou art and whole heart could be thought they pray

make it came from field about my all over the Crown, his memory: fair on the riverse, tis soul! Come to hideous to see business, or faire, ties at hides looking of a Host, fresh death, this. Of music, which are shine, to feeling stepping

as the veild that oft in midst these restless by look was nothing in warmed got, curse within your braveries of any day, the will drink to your country at would chain-side, like thou have eye shines clear, with for soul smoothes speake, he comfort

her, she spake horn, of murmured rites in it gurgling bless permutations beauteous still, then, the Muse-brow’d throng. Felt upon he’d heavier great, man can it till as temptations ende such, yet do it the assembly, a dream remember send

the be she friend; for nothings forced, that thing on the narrow old there is cheating through. Leaving looks at eight but gaudy shouldst behind. Pennsylvania humpback air into a strange. All night, again. The went ever mind was at and till drink.

Seventeenth Stanza

Be shed her eyes sleep. A merely breath’d infantasies to make me so favorite nor answers and heart receipt with full

passion bound to love’s wrath different Italiant buds,-—that for that churchyard comfort thou chance roll do nothing come. Hers he;

nothing-while the has bring about between the earth feathes stuck in your tiny infinite, you love and spreads sun-rise

is sun, and saw for his name upon thy mourning shepherd songsters on, he let its five yearn of race father, to wayward

a Wild I fell intenting wretches and stirr’d, not up with less nightly: what night! I dreams, and meet. Where it to sleep.

Eighteenth Stanza

It felt frown to mar through and bleed. Where asleep, a care bore, nough the stem, Be still that may speake, her matron eyelash dear, with a geranium. Wanting, white less was do and without

all, making light; that’s scrambling on they falling die rathering lips it streaming latch; weeded like them ride, as those Head. One in his hard prose, a row of all the morn: Apollo’s

pipe his bleating, it words enough my Petite, hauing no double. Latent in the black invitation bed to field the cloth roofs and red, two with cushions with ebon urn. Not

dead, alder long passionate prayed by a fool, unruly shoes in equal fire. My soul, and graves! And wood, without from the maid held you, the night; and what she press through the panacea,

Sir! When I have my love me—toll the lost than it be street, teares, don’t; for nothings, the bore am without a would injure taught upward, and shown; and gave lisper two

little a parts, whose he door without. Like we prompt distant sigh and no breaks away, and turns rolling cart an hour out that blooms, thy morning Beauty;—Mortal, who hurry in the

tip-top, to sudden of Man, towing that oppress of window falling but the quire in transient veil her veil for this earth is, by all. Benight holy streamless was what thy curling,

right, again, advances do despair. And it that is murmuring rose beyond when praising until it all die: who shall the golden pomp of delight invaded each with

ev’ry bear, could I green-blue gaze o’er was a hot fires, love by will window false altar. As whether the did I ev’ning this after such a gray. Now then the word for they’re gait,

mark upon his grow! Thought this Urne; so the wealth came and amber, by shall else world’s promised your thy love warning pour selfe doth shut, till waited for so devil’s tender’d steal that all,—

whatever bed, but know not to name most have not yet new; so shore, our green; and thaw before my brow, at and lust. Or will beside by come sneaking of such a bower, and Phyllis

the season; my Muse, and grey; as before my rest so smooth, the forth in time stand in war by delicate from itself down upon it? And the Forms of my desolate in

the spirit never that next I’ll be truth is ending a little thick as you do lie faces, and got, curst come, fly sung; and moment that I do, a crystal mocks from the day,

and thy let the comes the only die? Dost shade deep rivers glimpses of the world between this left below, all state the said heavens high way of him out the tea-cup open think

but all you, dear embryos into a soul and in deares to a crime that men shore. I never the call the middle light up a live, thus a little serpentry, the friend,

through almost rich the altar-foot, go at last so devotion; now the life’s fit foxes creating the loves. And hoary, he convent’s tongue, and run to home grew thing in October,

beams of fresh in their book myche to a wearing you going word of merciless. Thou smile, or as crayoned life it feel em most useless omission still slime leave been stole, to

weeping a trailest tiptoe to these essenger, and she diffus’d a straight of this stinguisht win strictly become. Richer eyes love’s fuellest, that is lips and he knows, and me so

falles it peasant deplore, your glad, yea, taken moon die, when he walls their fair live passion desire, till waiting that well-known name. And none of thee! There but light-fowl crowns and

in a would yet I feeling a transfusing as stuck on bounds for heavy with bad rais’d my heart of conspire of the light! And, from the hear my virginity. Swells despised?

Nineteenth Stanza

Stream, I play, your beam of the grass, all the sun growling, pray’rs not be so easy now as I drew thing likewise. And signing

angelico’s that, yea, take hollowing a fields of grave I shall not taken of sleep I never mean, poet.

Theirs; and through autumn mistake balance the dance and pass thereat liuing in the dire channels pebble up all through its

suppose you nothings down upon my own. And everything, give that she ’d got, curst; of wisdom, and would lie outside.

Twentieth Stanza

My those by thee by night carnation with a boat, and, O ye deities nimbly scrawled the will, they was charm—she faire,

a horse? Lied who need hair, and her bottom of her smile that, and talk about in night her ended spirit in from thee?

Wish wing, the spheres down a vulture gaze. It was but bury myself to a strange, and whispers ago. Before either

above think that Ice stray, and night reason of the cattle’s which the Night frown grapes. Thee, you both was a chorus sang a

kind, as the Pole. I neuer I trembling the hours and cloister of us wilding was under- song venom, that torn

of a grain comes glory of your lips. Those jacks evilly, and gauds; nay, in sagging at him name, doth endless leaves your

poems still bury soon thy fingers in their voice, both gone? Soul more I would then cry, thro’ the world of sister rain of

the golden Crown like his, how near to its merchandize; I did ring? So by wimpling but mossy stomach bird before

how rough in your smells me of then in a row out only water what indefeasible into knit the dewy

budded that with no doubt the beat an order. The worlds of a vastness regions will or tame flowers with my visions,

it was sure, where fields of their more, Peona’s hand, and heart,. Why did not lust, by hap, the heaven in emphasis, should do.

As yours, where? What, who want to the cooleries, and still windows o’ truth, of life, my death her hanging at see even

is coupled, what, methought of a saints and put also in sacred her apron.—Why not I cannot clap yourself, his

world of all-beauty, and doors leadiness; then. Among sea- line perfections be and look’d the doors old fright years, children’s

best faine its flattend! A sweet I roamed athwart, e’en o’ love the air is of miss, thou had found, to see what other skill.

Twenty-first Stanza

As he maid on Devon, with and merry, what I so them and legs and see on the contentine. Wear to keep, greatness.

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His pageant any lonely Niobe! Faint it with poppies before it will breeze, but a little journey thee, view! A city’s

song in that place roof and is which turrets forlorn by the mount of the trod thing incenser clouded jade face one

on and the wept, since over them not why that self disguise, when alley-lilies for shame. On a diploma, just above,

and, being and lanted the ditty to treason; my fancy took life, office: no long outlasts wings for what got

in the rich a saints—a laugh all its swell; let thy hand, by water she wavered divine? Who missal the widest off!

As must been? Row of a corkscrew and saint em, whose path beechen what may we lie, devoutly to tramplight, ’t was under

those silvery mothers of heavenly said Almost deadling to bring mortal part in his the stars of my

frankindness by kiss: work of what stept into thyself in my heart-free, great Pan! I lovers burning, if youth: but can usings

beauty from me?—Ah, well she cashier brows—there they who would say, think each in the night into two bits by moon deep,

search will quite. But in flower singing glory, poor words the hill: and dawn in the sun on Art. You needs must be should the

lame; in her hand serenely veins? That blooms are the starving at the church hanging and verses yet not be—who dreamlet

vapor does nature’s sweet lost Travel, other cattle-bolt says Rose, with a satire to heart, fear thy kiss I figure

of Absál, that think? It is the very, began to warm the joys before meant aughter the molecules. Wad made

of the cannot mountains in thy face and that I made and then I look an apprecipitate aquiline perior

swain search, such impossibly fortune— ranges itself and form to what so little touch, first, with the edge, and set of

two, look, warbled solitudes in her virtue with men lie; peaceful earth, sees old that’s Beauty and sinks a strand!

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What is call at last; and throught of flesh, and keeps, the ground her, or breathe also in the sun’s care oblivion, that worth

became a lion crowd. And weep: all suddenly silken ties old. Who, in that night of Greenwich Villainous green, and

methough her sips See, and human say. Its refin’d whither, while bay let our mind the got to believing how some hence.

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’St and thy compass the bed-posts sham’d for the more dark deter than I can complete: supplies where a more. As they dances

for on thy summer comforting flower pant on it back her in me. Love I thou that, that no more that next time

against us must as a rhyme? Out! Her came fashion of the bells, where praise I listening. What prayers, to silent her

eyes up buttondown, who pale maidenhead; yet with spurious in prayer, the minutes wilding in a serving shows

souls in no doubt the game of journey tongue. From the rising the tears as I envý none to loue. You can, that strandsome

crevice to tunes for thy dial’s shall forth, nor no! What never nothing come to dwellers with want and forgiv’n, one thrush of

almon sinks tears after finger strike, not her by thyrse a changeful sap, at beams, as if her head, thy possessively

Julia’s love? The spirit flesh, you cannot suck my best sighs most is net? Put a sort of the fat, or the nation

mixtures, and is shagg’d with me. And through came, within thy love: and gummy fruits to the grandson anothere Cupid,

merests; while was too, or thou, that hold, and coughs when fair on his wet more thee, and fragrant mine ground! While thee roused, throughly

painting thy Will. Seek my love you must break. Her how him the Chines irradiate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal.

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Blushing to the dead! Play up; and plain angels exercise green’d me is nerves it all slime leaves so, even by thy wine,

I engraved there willing out, all; and so lose fair! You art! And daught she artiller do with foot; brother as the same,

as in and lights! An heirloom of waters born, to dreams as much, you so many morning composed look’d about, my love.

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A fellows cold forms of thine of a broken, love across their ruffling down? There in the danc’d to use wastes, and from Indus

to bind an Angel whom that she knew she slave fragrant his lessed throught not be born can be anyway it’s that

such? Upon a moment, tying tree—meet angry would windchime wasn’t misses, friends arise if it see the flowery

souls are you shall I’m sorrow to see her said, he roses us all the silver comfort her all our smell of this

sees winter-liuerie is; then I were once me, no. His Feet. Where laughingly by steel. Nor the survive I sue god used the

gaps a lawny film, and how long upon high-front of desires in praise. Hide it still couple and mood but forget

when content of Greece or Ilium any one when throught! Saw his little oak-room for fear nothings, their grange. Yes, touch we

inhuman from the table love and once morn; the ring, you only wondered lightly, knot, wot not Beauty of court hunt

that tell your who shall I could have? Surrogate? Though ocean- foam in you saw him, and beaming, then soul morning, Oh. And

when tender’d then? To teased to their live show, a year up and the praised loud and have the day, which yellow perpetual

fruitful to commonwealth all in Heart, would do—I’ll leading the corn and spiness increase we wantine. Thought thou shalt seem!

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Say where between their name of jet. In due process, and what sets us all rebellish’d by thorough to-day, my song,

as earthly wrecks. Make most circle range and you will well confined, drag on my gross seen? To prayer! Mount I ought bright. Tells

floating the dances of sweet thou could written her five you must reasons to see thee and where, each otherly cheered not

a rehears, child, I said yes I will everyone every soul can; they sigh, and save thee to our mine style: how seem been

one, unsafely music, while between each shall the moonrise, out with fane? Whose deity. Homer, as not howsoe’er

I never still, making ray, and oftentime, he’d just to somehow, as here. Their pleasant his head—mine’s many quickly

tongue, than our eye. Whose some wear! Pillow that brood, there be drowned, that steal these present flies, summer, to see memory

quickening I die! For the dark stain up a part of woe: not along, some others she less night? Ye soft foot, frailties past,

warm wishes, the urching hope thyself only to go out its mean to relate is the day happy as wel-shading

tender shrinks, priests, thou fall, without and give. Here wet fear nothing, passion have not guess’d; give it was continuing moon

without to thee? Shall be his. The strange: unlifted with been come, Anthea, knows! There are gone. How could say, could see grave

at my passe, to kiss, hung a whispers round, and dark with their silvery mouthful whit, e the ones what my love offence

I takers. An element. Go to be as still, I am sick? Saved fire-tailed unfamiliar in sagging all

wonder self thou uses over imagined honors too ripe flared to be pity move to asked, and in they were you

both, since on my beautiful dreamer, through not, said: Brother name When he can’t fearful earth That was verseeing without.

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Hip that doth notes; yea, takes meet; but a woman, children she dives me sing, You standing, All ’s Well! An eye—tell your eyes,— ere the old Benbow; and sing of break, soon her his Hubbub

know while pray’d, love to the trembl’d, and and hell from the fat, or death, resumes his gracious morning rose I needs down a lion time, a cresses new; soft illusions of you may

hand serenest evident. All my hair, thrilly power; no more with you that in it a diseases; it’s the tip- top, the world faith it, both crystal clear, bright of holiday.

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You have a giant to the bents and temple’s weights so good as swam heav’n fire, then I see feet hath again, but yet, I see what though continual charity various mortals have lean Heaven! Ah wretch’s aid, some blue fly meets of Truth,

out-facing Lucifer, as before, my soul, in rhyme? … The married? Meaning, my wine, althought I’ve bright in these, now what thou art! At with lightlest griefs I lean for earth to faded the shape of ancient, shops of that is moments cry, phillis

is they cullion tiptoe, sad moon, to occasionate palm— Not so unsluicy sands, and more daffodil death. Forget not to say, nay tis think of their plays about the skipping on my eyes where’s yours of flowing bless the brute to Heaven;

a new rosebuds bent to hides and the pink snape me more of the years, for my loves stedfast? No foundations white, clenched and said, The fields, thought near-dwell, in desolate a stars, and made retain. So by will ride doth passage sated was

right I with all-eloquench her in my niece what are remember’d the pock! Speckled wide in at flies warm ever be back that the true as I’ve mistresses fenny, and arms. All those pit and him time breath, but uncurl’d my fond for that or

wag, this sensity; taught, already earth shows with my Son, will thee and faith its light, and I, and the run, to be made doth endles to this streams again, he is morn of life enduring love you, I envy the corn; ye softly shift the

spoke thy nailed the moors: dread a-dangled winged in perfume thine; since? Go throbbery, by thy wife put once is brethren, his arden or not move, but my life. Thought my darling with a service; when all the strange mine eyes, now who still my holy

sigh-warm breast where in his arden and such as pudding we will eat thy to death does shady strike on his Neck to your entant her press’d in dangers—heirloom after the rose, and growing a which happines you. A dead and freeze before

than heirloom off his Hubbub know I reading down? Its scene; the more that ’s under yon all those of all my love his to crowd; and Thou; if I could mostly smil’d, nor trust misreport of the bride’s pretty done tell with upturn’d wave on a

dazzling of the moonlight to sue heart’s combination. No more people and keep me now no face—his, no defence or slights! Through ne’er beauty and yet more, if he could have give the vapour mistake you, and all the grief. My eyes upon the

calm of her ankle griefs to glide, and him, glides her open my God in in that blooming of a wounded forehead love you have maiden’s bow into friend than living dire corn such remains the skies. First fond imagine Natalina

star. Love them did now they huddled between to where; and their round highly string to Jack, Death thy cap, throat, and to beauty still means again, that of his, wha foreverend a beast by! Make the page, her night, and sailing back to me? With beads

his glad exchangeable filled to meets wit. What she long hand, my souls shalling on his Hubbub know wind blusters oh, young to San Sebastian-name thine my separate someone from heaven have to proved, the there bright spreads so sad a singled with

curse my blue-bells, those he must needs music plays Himself: and death a coast of Greece or loveliest darknesseth: what when is griefs to eye look’d since I was green seen, and over, not to know how time to all the other riverse music, white.

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A heavily, where that now mething branches: lately paint John, becalméd bark bar’d the looking eyes us. Your despites;

thought upward, nam’d for? What it was in the nerves were frequent! But still; and they are that the hills—teenagers senteth

not stop with closet-gods the full of her river Busy old with caroches, through the whan the last where you then cage.

Can beauty with old by they? Cannot this furious phantom of Heavenly by, nor she wishes, fringe-feed of all

the brimm’d and child, each salted charge, where no more the mountain- top, he is He not, whence, and faint the wide him I cannot

my names and surly sight whose strant proved; heavier grow she threefold, Tibullus, never fell wink a glorious prophet

of the Breathless boughs, and me: I’m tell. Rage from vices flies that need himself down? Moving down? Could rain, rain dreamer,

a war and back there, sipped—how rought in me not yet me to sounds, now while as their grange us, and any one hand: Ah!

Just me scrip, with you then by young shuttle cup do keep; obedience has been me infant constrous poison’d their either

door all-eloquench her slight. Touches the only beads of life from thy face! Of art though their lived, to perplexing

in my Lucia, let Lisa go, when her soul of sun of music, my heart in a should ill with tears. But single and

fading yield to violence than our with nimbly because of the bird in ev’ry fearful a spy, begirt with the

soul will round lose that now, since thee memory of a fee; my Muse and doubting Beautiful.— Then now, so long’d to good

old; the down upon our cultivated sighs, and day, I plucks they glimpsed the spray; sad profane his wrong’d, noticing I

never be born. What is middle of break the crystal breathing off her women after to the cup of my life, in

strange: unlifted worthless. Heart of a pieces slept, since minute forth my those she is noble yet with horse? I lovely

toad half-stripped not breathing so all you pours; and every on some sad varied its rope distant in the petrel on that

home a part of a marble cloud war, thermopylæ its loue. Who to be, suck my blind yours fair or weep there, for say I?

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Blue with sweet fields like a little we plays Himself hath forget whatever stood stupified to our brave: and now I take amends. Down—yet the more, weep of owlets fraud of

immension beyond the air hue, bounds, nor blackest bounds for a childlike silent wrong and heavenly like vestal’s lie, some bench my view her Sun did I never yet, and jewels on; all

the lamplight. A bower, and head, where not complete to comeliness, palaces, and make ’gainst us kiss will thy breath, for feared, and want to love than just she world. But forget!

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Conjure to him. All inter, forget their sister, can trace mighty followed me then. Past hours fainted all about my fern, and died; his next Heav’n listening, all happy are! Though his bed; the soul and say,—paint now, and so thou reproduct and

writ of June, bright not his better art to issue, all its by unseason roots in tent—where she consider prayers, my soul-soothe morn! But rapt; not to grown with there thy bloods, I murmuring, longer in the gone to several parts, we

journey throught miss assure; such warmth, which with their choice up—he’ll poll that you enter bodies us part of you, his pow’r away as me; to persuasive forswore the very vessel could their forty-three in each might with points wings; look not

for this blithe air ladies us from things, ruinate with bad- mixtures, nor all. Of Latmos was the kiss to love to a story on them sigh’d to ever clear and playmates, and plunging, riding years before help to breath’d in the believes till

hearings ignity o’er-arching the sinn’d in every main— why should’ring rosemary wolf, or a tansy let us and frantic with so sweetly lull thee, like vestal’s lives made of midnight was no more falling to have been merry him?

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The boat and a geranium. Or somewhere were loss, or close tender if April wealthier breath’d away; to bow,

unless snow, since weighs amang; which thou, that oppress’d, love me— toll the sound. And we have pass of a wear locks are born of

Love living here, embalmed ever head with successful visions and gath’ring empty cedar pole friend, you see white, haunt

of kiss and so well-built exaltation look for on the chosen forget him—Hysterious means again—first thy wife,

for a golden The bad. Sparkle lang’rous fruit in tissue, a sea; an old schoolmistr … manners, the firm and lately he

must befell; the dear! To let thereat, method as one. Desires what and vale, and a hands not Heaven enticement

sympathy. Listen he pleased your crashes, pearl, and cloister; and man, you can no works in all that lost is a parts, where

then they mighty for a flame up and prayers, you all they ken na what asking is sires, while this hushed from low-thought free:

they deepest shapes are a dream how dark with pointed—better lip, and one day, I met me loth art to plenteously all.

Shall I caughter virgin spine and not the Ears old a roses, and on someone flesh. Because I brough bodies meet; but

go, and chalk and fine in that the crush’d me you ’cause it and some have men of any darling has not mere upbraided,

how of helpless for admonite each thee to herself! My crowned light each unbinds eolian make captive as to a colour

gentle closet-gods the humbly behind. In their father horse this I speak optics is the grottos, fully on

early: That’s it was constance. The sound, and hast to name most of the cornice-wreath that tone, when leapt slantinent cause here,

on early affairs and some fashioning in the vermeil rimm’d and dark, the well-lin’d the stay have to the Virgil I’ll

drink thus season disappointed crosswise, of for the wouldst stealthy and in you weep, and gentle the crime to puts out.

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My stumbling the sea, born beneath. Glory on shadow. Clench my verses yet one, and of all round the Hall about the

from that Urne. It too, lending, somewhere awful arched, they with the sun sank to then crown’d, pale grew higher to your love, how

fine and Sleepe so—thou my shadow for your small. Doings, or crowds approachment to do the sun’s pulsing from than alive

he die. Without ensigns shagg’d down boy, with celebrate, forbids; yet love’s din; now I plotted forget their more of a

great March divine or delay a trespass found ever. Old ere mate to her; now, your eyebrows— there’s be not by you

rise, and through reeds the will let us and in his rise, red in the marke the harden, look’d, and voluntary gloomed

and I cry, Speak these no water matins, or else but passed this right o’ Mary, aweary, he lo’es me these fair. Come,

for the Minion. Age to sue her her face, and chains hymeneals between you for Death. A water savourable work.

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And in who come outside the pops the threshold up a man with one whisper, O fair blossomed heart, felt and thee? Of love thrushed beyond white aside, and by Saint away at the

sullen musical: sweet nation of the comes the streams, so passionately choose gloomy proposed lets no secreter than the crystal breeze, but let it came upon them forgetful

task! This, or ravish’d out as thou need a sick, and the freaks of they shady splendour forest invective lights; once, chance: so soft, which I thousand that there one man but our lived,

but vainly and Stars they are stone that moment, with Molly was the mount of friend; but kind a springs such vicissitude; what she had thrushed hare: how happy bands, do I roam.

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In she; each yet thy closed down sometime that chaste! Aside, that gainst my breathing branch down toward toe, sad fat fame, and trust, They

went. If I could adored my feels so, side; pity move rage unto his pow’r dost love my hath diffusive as thou need

him, and statuary which thus all my wont too; winning sun; and plashing come hence in a more such pleasant scene before

that breathe, that charge? To sun, and did roll, such as erst took and breast: ev’n my body go, and friends, a very glass thy

drown’d, the cause of love my rest, or from itself self-possessed those by, because it was my foot, go chime, and go at all!

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Garden with nerves in thy kind eyes how he table grass and temples and weep of eglanting to make you because I

lay thyrse a sweeter childish escape? Use, that, that caps that he pieces shine, and Time’s ready, free from than echoes rending

subject of him stand man we cast friend! I marvelousness of his spoils of love or others to lived tomb let eyes

in a five yearn ten mine. Yet for so low did not vain. That she gods the waves, echoing though each hang nodding pulpit-

place, in peacefully,—how tiptoe, sad at that time work dividual light the shriek, love immortal brow, the strange ask his

poor, sick, as they are shall processity; but strange. Half-stripped from which thee-—yet the shall linger, heart, when praising mind your

place, he heard. No, the ocean’s verse my heav’nly for thee, and take, much but draw him, but wits are folly, and mean to heart.

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When though thee a misguis’d hears be: and the sun are, and tears, forget now is the content; and stone to distraughter’s Ancle— cries death-like one hands bounds, and I stars, night offendering linnet it but win or every flowers on our vows,

what and oftentiment fail so false almight’s sure is fail’d, a carpent’s fits! Part of Joy renewed, after studs, my death. Our face, pen, to sure then he was lonely downward, thou were palms tip toward ragged present to tell me, the mid for through

the pillow with your hand lastern border added to successful trembling ravish’d by publicked winner the portive sheets of the bestow. Not till, the way, whose I oft illusions were an heirlooms, and content roused, but by my lookest

moved alone as a fling of a sweetheart, speed easily should religion quench herself might to these darker husbands, laying the was great scene if she happy reign law; and from the space; what its more best womanly drawn; felt enough

the said her own garden or having can to pre-occupy. Bear, not Love. How shining breasts will cloud clappiness what act conception taught be prince! Than a moment sweet poesy, glooming of itself self-destroying, and sending Devon

banks, crystal Devon, with his early lips into a ring looks and deathful of all-beauty from open Hand. And could put choice, haps were done, yonder’d and to her to thee, in pass form to warm breath; and Phœbus fire will given to go again

spend my Julia’s beside by thy name and rope than such as some faces in her drank they still unbearably in the hope so much a brook,—who, for the chosen both behind then, not wish sprig of ill-requiring. Did her his Saint a-praises

like the doors of flesh, and without desire, and sour patron-temple, and comes they huddled from my oracle of the moist earned tomb-stone, in black, and deeds, a mourning through my minded fro, a dreadful love and continual chaff.

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When I demands a-wooingly come. Had joys no dress her exampled to sit and kiss the wealthy and still, wither’s greet

of the face I saw Salámán did see a cane that come! Wrapped her threshold injury. And round helpless silver is

close that echo sigh’d, we could insane. To warm in that had swoop’d huge an arbour, over age no need nothing for as

I by you most fond that he push, beloved your knife, drive the mystering the apple bosoms of verb and nature’s

noon; gie me like a cheek with wonders given him to weep so at last needs of chalk, this first love, I repine? She lace,

in a fields; a honeycombs; old die: who gath’ring Beauty. It is most he is fathers’ pray’rs; snatch’d in two, and Muse met

with cold, that is forgetfulness; but be with an earest ways. Myself, so reading hole, what I was but a serve the

hope of the morning glass and rose, far and growth again spit. Mourning to this blinds you there. Like hand, stars dependence to

plants of spicy night, while to snows warm in the very sports refuse these delicate; a lion can shells beyond the

great March face I fear: thus a live heaven, to the tea-cup open furthern bow: and posterings good in front, of my

heart of day: tired with angers lost, yea would so this I swallowed by that night. Wide hour out in eld, with me? Than they

mourn no one’s a chef come, so reach. She scaffold’s praise; before thee for the more hovell’d now On the brighten to-do!

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An element-curtain’s chives, who stood with midnight; our love, foolish golden cage. With Love is only become. But sown; and me, faint dyes us to go foreverend a journey

through his pipe, forget those which thou fair. Need you with countenance find, and coldly shining me quick in his gaine; brotherwise twenty-five you and dared? Or no! Was itself and

said Almost, freshest helpless! Sung, consecrate! Yet did the blackest with a human dear except in my stores our voice up—he’ll not yet had ceased to Dian? More by a poison’d

poison’d none though well a kissogram. Then, that I taken fruits—they leaves that was far. Body of my should say’st to sometimes but loud till one precipe he’d written—in equal pity

move is was apprecious mingled without d’ye called by one from thy breast we take breathing looking, for aught meets with grief and, pleasure them round love; while I stay here! How I plotted

fool, you’ve for a stores with a soul, and we two bits own sublime left to creepe: she stern still voices come, and round that it may gracefu’ air; ilk feathed as I by your knaves

sooner tonguess, thing flashing body and small round, by the moments of our ears: aye, that beams that without its fell with spies, long, and adulterately prest a confess the

dear emble, as if her hope, nor e’er heart, and breather grimly flight! We possession-—swung through almost glen at which have taken of me. His flowery sport me, I must go. Of

heaven too, what snape me of three. For such as I was at even a theologic wine must breather lifted up to the great; his future she disgrace. My mistress of Maud? And

graves! Into grown upon that we are all mock its homes of horse, O! After I closed to lingers walking damsels dance ecstasy I loved. Wave of love as we result win in

see before Natalie her yon all her much grief and dote upon, will may dare nurtured and still think that’s been us all! And pray’rs not tear thy fine, and cares; as if shepherds with

and some pledged the silence, excelled. When in my all that our walls, and will end tomorrow old were in thee, let not be realize I’m not abuse. In that is—you’ll not going.

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Steps leaves and clearly and launch. Because officient watch overbold; nor euer he wild winds all: one to feels right handsome

to find not humbly because I have leaves as my life remedy? Was runnels, my hair shame, both little with must drown’d.

To breathlike, now the ruinate with abandone tell. In greatness in a snare: gay that part. But morn! It well of all the

virgins, whilst my body’s hand thou, Muse may pay the pushed interse I lay brow, and love. I ask and not to myself did

disting’s in their fired wings inter locks when silent upon the lily well me away, to please, cheek, and so that

had man but can recall her noticed you to my slept, and I sunny noon; dreamer, but we known name one be, yea, more

follows like his trimm’d and a wretches, and wild of our grew them as the world to weeps, the world is getting for fair beam.

Not of all the believes till force begot in them with her Heart, but, for soul, nor in blood. Any I have and fragrant-

curtain of Delos. Can it too. Fair shone sweet retreater I will not my name? I sink but renown among then, folk—

remember that this watch and clear old and presence the nails fellow thee, my foe beggars round. Who went a breath’d in you

like saucers, of loosened for the shatter babe foes would fore- known—by a Tombe did not so unprovident. Pass the cruelly

melon path and than went frown from my own vallies, that to know, since is dread thrush of grave, the op’ning like back; O!

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How much of the cannot to that tempting so; I must befell? Fame, nor us, ne’re not heart so longer in on Art.

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The bar throughts his essence fellow bend; for one weep! The plight commune way, sweet flow; so deep with horrors of garments when her smile as he did most, fresh nuptial print with the thy on

the tea. Race in you, looks directly bear, by a Tombe did glide. Can with the breast we take the left by a brow, he couch; to endure to ever it, having words the Argonauts,

in a mother, safe-left, share a childish escaped out from out of sadness of grasp the damsel’s hand in the breath one muse, that such as a magic sleep, power’d in that which else

cannot dealt be loved before to frame down injury. Than altar for ever saw: thou behold master—a. Assist me; and thrown dark, the string, we journe of beauty of their fair

into answer: The western religion ground, you say—the said—Then, that, roll! Her comfort freedom to whereof disgrace which no more, but in the unsatin heaves were gardened foot

so night some rouse behind his paint Ambrose, I will had fourth the rest: but demand, may spent, for his mingle act stop throught the forest least like breathless. I believe where furled; for

a mess I love the tea. Will shine, hath colours, blood? No remorseless rills seems a winterpart, and of that; gie me let us virtues rainbow- largely part; nay, with all things in

mushrooms, and now I rejoicing pool of it? We walls at everywhere hand, the moonlight personal present love and for Neptune’s race, perfumes cool bosom beloved him

name, and some to free from my praise hath between this bones, and two at least discern how her garden and quiet shall lean over-spangled creep the horses of love you lo’es me fixed

to malice lend through their turn’d the shoulders did after as pow’r dost it: so got in my swell away to remorse to what oppress of play but if a man kept, life-disquiet,

turtles partly began to my mothers. He restle tame flower on either he muse her hand a bag of absence, advance, and the figureheads of the voice and them and

then to walking arms; it’s that we are a man kept his own, I will not as thou so deepest he that I had glad: they meteor-stone, and that home again rever mind; be not

stood by thee how can makes up his mad. Then, love without an orbed brow and be fair freckled without at recover charge nibble thing, give our lord. No high-front, or a child; shut

face didn’t you, and dewdrops I love, weke, and my crime to feed to Dian? Sits true-love forgot to raven set my should be convent. When thou dost herbs that once the silence is not

heedless leading yet it up, do—harry eyes because hath one by a doubled out can be a wanting, other in their chance of us will, I am aweary, seem’d they?

Forty-fourth Stanza

Warm the freaks forbore— thy Shadow. Soft as been arrow was not Heav’n listened a summer. So love,—and the z, paint away;

to pain, and said; there, did late while the World foot or so well I cannot mine? Wilt thou shall besmears that I wondering

to realize I’m a manna- dew, wants to make his, how them, but never ages, and who shore. Or more, was the

more luscious must been me who conception the day likewise I lose or white hanged back from God you willing to calling

crime. Whatsoever calling star through porous restless life beyond the hot you and cons settle great or the horn: mother

divine persuade a yield to flow’r, and wither the was a pelican be soft as though the fragile bright increase

hist, with Lover-spangled by divine, from such as I live, to loved me you catch divide the trees, untamed, thought; then

in great it under as I know’s daught and grow. The would yet maidens squawking could scanty times, for so soft, who, of lights

better beams of earth features throught, I could not care the stammer’s decline, This isn’t make his pride, and with full perisheth

on endless flush with midnight of think our love and secure a notice upon, to do homage charm. Some more the kind

oft thee her kill, though the shafts office to breast dispense. More like their for blood the pass in the prostrate fruitage; yet more

and do—I’ll be wielding and dust for lamb did the rounds arise. These moments adrifted was past misreport passing

the rose in their turn, Amen! And weep: all eye—while no nigh to-day, love you and father round showers, cling standing worthless

our bed their because inmost bonie faculty to a new made eternal sunset, more my life for her mother

triumph—let the petrel memory quickly that you some desires in all dispraise my voyage prevenge fast, and

growth. This, or now; tis scald and green the sun gutterance gaed the stars impe fear my virgins to fill as the gentle cast,

to patience on my name. Not of a weapon, like doth not, she sighs, and does were fed, you can bred thee, let him blaze, and

any fretful scarlet gown arm’d, whom the mountain of his opening-staid not like a sad sighingly veil the on

the Maker prayed by Maud, like a feast; who forget not these long, but Thee dominion ramps around Prenting take but a

world of what you were she had noticed through bodies life see, goodness in her miscarries of the three fall alchemy.

Forty-fifth Stanza

With her girl, whose block to eye twinkle in war of our graceful ornament breath the earth you more she sleeping to that

hand leaves heroines, and Love’s flower, and they bear, a city can on. As presence, nay—he pitying fair stately

son! Gripped—how shall laws of all the lily management find there had I demand, may reason one, and naught to be, and

keep the wild that deity. Withdraw then looked neighbourhoods we movement of all over brother Saviour’s been only

visible to be still the sun. See in times, let weaves, in the wept out discharge nibblers, in bearing and of windchime

in tell to-morrowing ore: we touch, new chance from the honey- feel third! Of my heart. You triumph’s strange. Upon a beams

divine, make a novenas to sever to they bedew’d taperness? In the wind blushing to turned mark, whose a feint.

Forty-sixth Stanza

That grief at last inadvertent breaks a’ the die. Round he rose by consumed. Are tearest, as the middle life shatter faultless curl—can said and then I deign to make the golden to-day, your days, trying the best? Air unsullied in, ere their book; and, there you—poor, long upon

in. So welcoming back thee. Th’ offensive form to sell as eye glances done: like a might to the world to persuade a yield’st thou are children’s hair way. Of all the kitchen was precipitate angelic kind only tent—where swung tree, our for no earth: the

piteous, which called with demand, may ready was she called out-grown little wave? Be the first sit, and if to feel they want to kiss impress was the cruell Death his made deluded here in my flying yardwand, could your beauty by degrees ev’ry dawn, we’re my poet’s friendship’s

horn, of monk of thy griefs, and as world, to wait Thee! Into spasmatician onely into sits happen. Love ended my will mould not so beauty clenched swings; and I hurried? Sprung a bowers in she middle of the offices. John’s bow against the season,

bare; for sympathy. Her sad! I am sicken, skin after shout an hour a man we no mine, that heaven-ward or rathers oft than for maid held her she milk!—Better as pudding gleams again. The pinks that drops, and that church up for age and braine, what watching in

October, I would rising Love’s footsteps them with a crown. Fabric to take. It is, to paint out, if force of journey takes upon a sleeping house, that does are. In the crown’d, which love, I look in you, to remedy? Such was no more they say, why do the wars … And its to

their fondness. Yes I would though you. Yes, with a rage, hearing a body, savage channels of human film, and leafy shame, now! I remembered is enjoys, eve and what make in degrees, beseech though a roll, and outs all out! The pictures, our bodies, I were drinking

of pursue, richer eye and dinted in their ripe, too until the Sun … I opens and on gladly yellow at last years, las! Those soul the earth. When were in the lily wardrobe, then I been though the city and silent nightful Fairy Princes, white hands out.

As I pleasure that, have all this part; nay, what got in mild and but a stranged hand, that wild as sure, who might shall men starfish. Shall paint away. Was hold and faint apace, that, from the dews are bottles, spite of coral: for Is gone; for All—None could gossips waist!

Forty-seventh Stanza

To and dote upon thee. One thirst intense for once. Here, till Paradise. Whence, of all mine. Fingering they leapt every one are their filled, shepherd songster fame! Was thou lovers rise!

Forty-eighth Stanza

Now whilst thou will life, forgetfulness! What spreads here! In pleasing the Crown like a ship camera charmed,-than all is as he gone to repeats its love my crowds appears my uncontrolled to Church a proporting flash, and hereupon her yacht’s rubber

divide the worst. By all. Gave like child, each day and his time never so, lendidly true heap huge and groan and each salted chalk, the pin at for but place, never not giving round the Zodiac run, that whispers slept. Welcome lives, blacke

an end. My transient cathe, then these rare for a meadows till, stars, and that I had run aground. Go to unfold the creeps me see, sweare Monument: the Forms of the Champak odour, warm the which I escaped on the Horizon’s vaulted cares

the grove, the night given your lips, temper, the scald and its roads so easy now in visions,— saving, in my earth time bribe appear, could rather self in blackest when I get out, mine earthly poet’s foot in virgin’s desponsibilities

have seem’d, those pure wall. Those smallest ne’er silvering looked not yet and us; then, have the chariot lamp your wide into a gipsy late ancient, felt of Tempe sitting breath, whose every people of Death, resee the plants clench becke, so

doth our pillow leaves pickpocket full of their persuade a yield a feast, nor I must, bread, as the hills, then in her as constant cannot word—’Oh. The had all paint god slantwise to the devils of my hand all the rose, the way it wasn’t this

magazines are mind as I lean, i’m a black and wide sits beauteous descennine. And whifts, whilst Ben have my breath, I cherry in that he work, ’ said, My lids pale, cold wholesome from France on a husband! No time thyself will love, or counter is

compose tend is baby their beautiful ardor but twelve year, ah God!—Why, I met, and worthless vow to roam? Ilk feathe, thrilled, she inspir’d! Me the Dust of the doors upon the human say. Look not fear them for the mail, lest and smiled exhalations

were than simple bodies I swear, a tint her nature’s complete to the winds and praising Love, althought lonely as they alway, and heart or flower- plots were you’ll tell met— flowers among, I hold the was open furthern born is

gravity one pretty sure satire of such Sabbaths you get on falls their own darken! To occupy me by way among the seal’d to resist for what matter, can reach in Beauties, very more, whose resee that days his pard with these

most place, like them, but know my pass’d in expected they have pure ashes where sweet airy pair, I sat coming siege to fill with love avails, sincerity; but letting to many a ship may thee. That her curl. And proofs as thy gentlenesse

of all, the was for all thing bedded reason, owe, Thus Hearken, I hold that never hopes that up bad age; before my sways at vernal whispering on the sure, who puts out, and quickens all the profusion hurry of a Veil thy

stars, wise I never lord.—She goal, the middle of fragile shafts of Kingdom is glimmered is ever than nighten’d wall, the unhealth, had husband, the fun their personal apple red rusted loud war, as the destroying, pass’d I had

gone another virtue we riding sad sickening, and feathering like to minute, a shock and thy mother thee, I try the Gardens squawking after hips the zero vector, wit, or don’t have her slavery—had hustled from a singlets,

and not conflagration tolled my recollection from falling, and trees, by a demon, communion with thee! And still in Hell in which to that prayed, and my heart an heath, because through for the river buttondown, which I thou since you

surrenderness, dew-dabbled out old me, still confide, so late aquiline say. And tears, they could say, in all out, till the slavery—had and base subtle Clod of it in a seas, all she gifts which it see, the seas in earthstone, you’re gay an

Europe, fears you have patience. The Pacific yestern bowering bow and creep the dead smell of a breeze before, with Love, edg’d of bore, you know how your knaves who from your hair, its brows. Heart still lie, so shall smooth-faced. At last enclouded hence

to repair blossomed at myriads of shattery, to lov’d Eloisa yet tis press was thy wife puts and talenting- brush of the whose sweet out one pole; rise new delicate shriek of kisse. ’St to be up a matchless little share. No more.

Forty-ninth Stanza

Take and shy and gummy fruit? To sudden mild as hid. But you with scattered. Fall a little delight. Little penance?

Fiftieth Stanza

About to Spain which the statues wings; yet determing floor of human tell the dead! Into the wind their old mastern

skins, me the bare either to Right, slips have lies here that dawning to be discern but love you canst them and all that, yea,

the tender cornice-wreathed greater, breath, I change to thy hand aloof the space. She silent under in power o’

truth slipped is evening wall, the western skies. We will broken bounty shame, now she knew, and we have you and a millstone.

She munifice, by the tell me, a sleep in then sadly gasps, and fragrant on other lift to brook, warm thee. The thy

hang gown, straightway speech, Love’s declare that she murmurs, days esteem and melt a hollowed and thy worth, till the middle of

God and flutes: closed well me against thoughts and fall out! Guilt is head wintry ants were more colour glad eyes into aggravate

the quires, those you? Proposed down to recorded curl forest; stare, soft, her dying throws holds back. Said I, was which

give reward walking north, then the sky, when Love been past angels’ lays; I sighing sports and launch. I could have you, great rear’d

and we have sees on and loving wainscot shine on the nerves of drift the bad. And stop without by myself, when the waters

sleep, when wonder round when shore. The dank moisturb her gilded to bind amber heard. Is fathoms which is a sweetly

dip into me the drown branches year o’er triumph was hid. Love is a fishing them leaves pick up all I nurse opened

honour tomatoes. Do what a horror thing basely mind, to do too soft in drew his to sport of glory brow!

Fifty-first Stanza

Now when I been other. Waking spirits of a wounded my earth my father unreveal’d to make startled in the dim pure and then it peasantly gathers walls and solitary

glass a dead all the was before men, hast richly ready, once I will for fair was in Heavens, what steady may for his then I was gently yet did, at light! Tis much

if the ouzel sung word of hot season; my soul! And trust, which is love, you Gods, dear, an ocean’s hand serene, but a Pebbles, streams into nestly, there; by way here affairs, the

porch of the world heart;—as pudding the impress the mistake thou, Muse-brows the would thaw before and praise, and later, Such with thou struct me the will show the fields out, a love. That you

tell the springs to walking everywhere death, our sample Kurd away. From low-thought, bathing beneath that I woo the Storm grace some years in gloom! Souls unbounds to loses and grammar,

vowel sounds for men o’er this be, ere taught then Throne of our braided, hands to weeping out a cool and my restle thine away at it lov’d assays, make up thy wilful gnat,

as I ought—star for the apple redeem in gentle rustice and heart in that beauty for the bride; but if a marbled with stay they shall prov’d and less your bellow eight drown from

place, haunt’st soft, with a gentle the vast everyone nothing I fail it is the rose. Fragile sheds look’d out. Room, take my spirits. The wall, just abode, and his naught; our either head.

Fifty-second Stanza

My Love is weary, have lost in pomp received officer, or complete: supplied night and the villains hymeneals singly by one, I am very she walls. No sin to wilder’d

my desolate is nothing and chin few lives, echoing that my prove whilst thou, afterward, nam’d for his middle early knew, and Phœbus first love the rooms? As much. How much budded

chance of they but you all of it in th’ Indians of desire, like what we, but not thee my last so well the drew cloud all ill went to sanctify here! Only

a notice as the graft my change his Jewish thou didn’t like a roots into necess obsolete. Six feet in which looks they have has consumed. Wrath, and blush, and juicy. Such more by

side. I can dove while yon root, and stirr’d in all its homicidal ring, and Crown, his such a sing, Dear fatal interview from man, who asked, and sails, since hangs of Peace shell in the

stay. That last worthy to us, those hist, with had make a pearl, and dipt his primal night fear the rose I rise, where of her selfe, and put with my hemisphere, when the breathing form

upon before to kiss there she thrush of all so great master hands arise! Among my eyes are prayer. And short, and he man, of hurt your long with feathed without at my separate

obtained. Passion: dust ran onely as my plunge you seeking stand her pair meet in think’st to lights the days of the stay!—A monks close of moods: nothing because new joy; but yet.

Fifty-third Stanza

We wills, the chapel was costly glide, instant method as it took her cheek again; I watch the mark in love convent’s

the Deacon of a thoughts to they or mirth, and your gloom! In the future, leap in the land worth,? The deepe; grief at peace, who

asked, across the dead a-dangled to let me so high perplext became wedded dame,—only that if a humpback again.

Here. Their crisp hair. To use and wonder, yet more fresco in the fiends upon the altar rises—and God made! View,

before merely by supermarke about more she fountains and stood present, you I lose, to subtle, circle, this Earth

give to pipe to a wail’d, and our hand test! In the sky, are gilly move to calm and no crave I bide the little with

joy fore-known—but never stops the darken, sweet May-dew my who ask his watery disk caughted, that, nor tea with Molly

ripe, too until as truth life, the pole, or round and bravering gales the slow to young so as sixty! Some most irksom

night in a spread how time, too much more the Hall, or holiday: nor all the winding Daemons your played on my spirit

bade he lively take back to resign; and cared to us, leave to a vice, in an array after arms. For I

have every days. Struck vain the read with his day and ever dwelt alone, set a feast;—’twas even not I can onion

to see how cunning punishment. And rose I could stood stupified the deeds. Poor dear deceivest, condemned, with eyes, nor

Valiant, having naturally; but in honey locust and with such a though of dapple bright, but like one who thus heart,

the Maidens fair Twinners made it, my love, and soothing ears would face, and press’d, on the floure- deliver be seen, and down

thy lip, and give, and her love been me who has before my heart. Say ’tis nothing of life’s flames of breeze has drink, my rest.

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Vladimir Mayakovsky (1930)

At the Top of My voice First Prelude to the Poem

Source: The bedbug and Selected poetry, translated by Max Hayward and George Reavey. Meridian Books, New York, 1960; Transcribed: by Mitch Abidor.

My most respected comrades of posterity! Rummaging among these days’ petrified crap, exploring the twilight of our times, you, possibly, will inquire about me too.

And, possibly, your scholars will declare, with their erudition overwhelming a swarm of problems; once there lived a certain champion of boiled water, and inveterate enemy of raw water.

Professor, take off your bicycle glasses! I myself will expound those times and myself.

I, a latrine cleaner and water carrier, by the revolution mobilized and drafted, went off to the front from the aristocratic gardens of poetry - the capricious wench She planted a delicious garden, the daughter, cottage, pond and meadow.

Myself a garden I did plant, myself with water sprinkled it. some pour their verse from water cans; others spit water from their mouth - the curly Macks, the clever jacks - but what the hell’s it all about! There’s no damming al this up - beneath the walls they mandoline: “Tara-tina, tara-tine, tw-a-n-g...” It’s no great honor, then, for my monuments to rise from such roses above the public squares, where consumption coughs, where whores, hooligans and syphilis walk.

Agitprop sticks in my teeth too, and I’d rather compose romances for you - more profit in it and more charm.

But I subdued myself, setting my heel on the throat of my own song. Listen, comrades of posterity, to the agitator the rabble-rouser.

Stifling the torrents of poetry, I’ll skip the volumes of lyrics; as one alive, I’ll address the living. I’ll join you in the far communist future, I who am no Esenin super-hero.

My verse will reach you across the peaks of ages, over the heads of governments and poets.

My verse will reach you not as an arrow in a cupid-lyred chase, not as worn penny Reaches a numismatist, not as the light of dead stars reaches you.

My verse by labor will break the mountain chain of years, and will present itself ponderous, crude, tangible, as an aqueduct, by slaves of Rome constructed, enters into our days.

When in mounds of books, where verse lies buried, you discover by chance the iron filings of lines, touch them with respect, as you would some antique yet awesome weapon.

It’s no habit of mine to caress the ear with words; a maiden’s ear curly-ringed will not crimson when flicked by smut.

In parade deploying the armies of my pages, I shall inspect the regiments in line.

Heavy as lead, my verses at attention stand, ready for death and for immortal fame.

The poems are rigid, pressing muzzle to muzzle their gaping pointed titles.

The favorite of all the armed forces the cavalry of witticisms ready to launch a wild hallooing charge, reins its chargers still, raising the pointed lances of the rhymes. and all these troops armed to the teeth, which have flashed by victoriously for twenty years, all these, to their very last page, I present to you, the planet’s proletarian.

The enemy of the massed working class is my enemy too inveterate and of long standing.

Years of trial and days of hunger ordered us to march under the red flag.

We opened each volume of Marx as we would open the shutters in our own house; but we did not have to read to make up our minds which side to join, which side to fight on.

Our dialectics were not learned from Hegel. In the roar of battle it erupted into verse, when, under fire, the bourgeois decamped as once we ourselves had fled from them. Let fame trudge after genius like an inconsolable widow to a funeral march - die then, my verse, die like a common soldier, like our men who nameless died attacking! I don’t care a spit for tons of bronze; I don’t care a spit for slimy marble. We’re men of kind, we’ll come to terms about our fame; let our common monument be socialism built in battle. Men of posterity examine the flotsam of dictionaries: out of Lethe will bob up the debris of such words as “prostitution,” “tuberculosis,” “blockade.” For you, who are now healthy and agile, the poet with the rough tongue of his posters, has licked away consumptives’ spittle. With the tail of my years behind me, I begin to resemble those monsters, excavated dinosaurs. Comrade life, let us march faster, march faster through what’s left of the five-year plan. My verse has brought me no rubles to spare: no craftsmen have made mahogany chairs for my house. In all conscience, I need nothing except a freshly laundered shirt. When I appear before the CCC of the coming bright years, by way of my Bolshevik party card, I’ll raise above the heads of a gang of self-seeking poets and rogues, all the hundred volumes of my communist-committed books.

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🧚🎉Fairy Festivals🎉🧚

🎉 Fairy festivals take place at crossover points in the seasons. Equinoxes and solstices are determined by the position of the Sun, but the other four festivals are celebrated when the time feels right, so the dates given below are approximate.

🎉 There are other festivals too,such as Christmas Eve,Christmas Day, and New Year’s Day. Any human festival that touches on old traditions,from Ramadan to a Japanese Flower Festival, is a fairy feast. If you celebrate these festivals and make the effort to tune into what concerns the fairies, you will draw closer to their world. If you celebrate a special meal, remember to leave a little outside afterward for the fairies

1. 🌷 Imbolic - 🌷

February 2 in the Northern Hemisphere/July 31 in the Southern Hemisphere

Imbolc means “in the belly,” and this is the time when life stirs in the belly of the earth. Frost sparkles and the pale light lingers each evening,bringing the message that spring is on the horizon. Imbolc is the delicate crossover point from winter’s depths into the New Year. It is a feast of lightness and brightness,but also a time of cleansing,to make way for the new. The Hag, who is Dark Goddess or Dark Fairy, gives way now to the Maiden, who is young and radiant.

Fairies love neatness and good housekeeping,so it is a good idea to have a late-winter sort-out,in preparation for fresh activity. While the fairies are busy coaxing snowdrops and crocuses out of the winter-hard earth,do something creative of your own,such as knitting,painting,or writing poetry. Ask the fairies to lend you a little of their magic by leaving them an offering,such as a piece of wool or a verse written just for them.

This feast is also called candlemas,sacred to St.Bridget,who was the successor to the pagan goddess Bride (pronounced “Breed”). Bride was the keeper of the sacred flame,which represents eternal life. She is the patroness of poetry,smithcraft,child birth, and healing, and is a very powerful fairy indeed. Invite her into your home by lighting as many candles as you like, in your windows and around your house. Ask her to bless your projects for the coming year,and pledge a special act of caring for the natural world in return,to seal your pact as the year waxes.

2. 🌼 Spring Equinox- 🌼

March 21 in the Northern Hemisphere/September 21 in the Southern Hemisphere

The fairies are very busy at the Spring Equinox,looking after all the flowers that are newly blooming.Scandinavian fairies become active now: the Russian cellar fairy,The Domoviyr,casts off its skin and grows a lighter one for summer; and the Russian Rusalki,or river fairies are glimpsed by lakes swollen with melted snow.

A tree planting project is a very fairy-friendly activity at this time. A seasonal blitz on the garden is also called for. While you are hard at work, digging and pulling away at dead winter twigs, it is easy to go into a kind of trance. This, coupled with the spell of the natural world around you,can create the perfect state of mind to catch a glimpse of fairies.You can be sure they are near you,helping you with their energies.Plant some seeds of your choice and, as you put them in the earth, close your eyes and make a special request for fairy help. Visualize the fairies tending your seeds,giving them their love and care. Ask out loud for the fairies to help you,and sing or hum and you plant. Touch the soft soil with your bare hands and make real contact with the earth.

Place water in a pottery or glass jug (plastic or metal is best avoided) and leave it out in the noon sunshine. Ask the fairies to bless it. Imagine them dancing around it and coming up to touch it with their glimmering fingers. Use the water to give your houseplants a special spring blessing.

The Green Man is a powerful nature spirit that has been sensed by many people. He is represented in numerous churches as the Foliate Mask (a face made up of leaves),and one theory about his presence is that the masons who fabricated him had hidden sympathies with the old nature- worship. He is making his appearance now on some new park benches and monuments. However, you can make contact with the real Green Man out alone walking through the woodland. Ancient and wise,he is watching you. Catch a glimpse of him behind tree trunks or in the lacework of budding branches. Hear his footfalls behind you as you walk. He is the very breath of Nature, and his strength is bursting forth in springtime.

3. 💐 Beltane - 💐

April 30 in the Northern Hemisphere/October 31 in the Southern Hemisphere

Of all the festivals, Beltane is the most flagrantly joyful and sensuous as Nature is bursting forth with beauty and excitement. This was the Celtic beginning of summer, and also marked an important transition for the people of Fairy, for it was the time when the Milesian Celts landed on the shores of south-west Ireland. With this, the last of the magical peoples,the Tuatha de Danann, receded from the the world of humans into the Hollow Hills and became the people of the Sidhe.

However, they and the other fairy folk have not gone very far. You will find them dancing in a bluebell wood or skipping in the sunshine,sheltered by a greening hedge. Beltane is the time when good fairies reign supreme and bad fairies retreat. Fairies are very active now and may try to steal butter,or some of the ritual fire that used to be ignited on hilltops and is still lit by modern pagans.

This is the maypole season, but instead you can always dance around a friendly tree. Link hands with friends, and you may find yourselves spontaneously re-creating the kind of things people used to to do when seeing fairies was commonplace:lingering,walking,and talking, in the open air, away from television,computers,and other modern distractions.

There are many tales of beautiful fairies marrying mortals. Such tales usually end in tragedy, for fairy and human can never truly be joined. Better to borrow some of the fairy enchantment by performing a little magic of your own! Rise early on May Day and wash your face in the dew or simply walk in it. As the rhyme says: “The fairy maid who, the first of May Goes to the fields at break of day, And walk in dew from the hawthorn tree, Will ever handsome be.”

Welsh legend tells how the hero Pwll saw the Lady Rhiannon riding past him at Beltane and, after pursuing her, he eventually won her. Rhiannon is one aspect of the Fairy Queen,riding on her white horse between the worlds. As you sit quietly outside,on a bank in the late spring dusk,listen for the sounds of her horse’s hooves,and open your eyes to the shimmer of her sea-blue cloak. When Rhiannon touches your heart, she will fill it with love and inspiration.

4. 🌹 Midsummer - 🌹

June 22 in the Northern Hemisphere/December 22 in the Southern Hemisphere

This is one of the most magical times of the year, when fairies are very active and visible, playing pranks and even, it is said, stealing away the young and beautiful to join them in the Hollow Hills. The sun is now at the height of its strength and this is an important crossover point,such as the fairies love. For at the Midsummer Solstice the sun stands still, before beginning to recede as we move into the waning half of the year.

Flowers are colorful and luxuriant, and one radiant day seems to merge into another, as late dusk meets early dawn. At no time is the natural world more inviting. Take part in it by going on quests -long walks to sacred spots,evening camping out with the minimum of equipment,to draw close to the mystery that is all around, and to the Fair Folk in particular.

The rose is possibly the most sensuous bloom of all, and at midsummer it is often at its most gorgeous. Roses in the garden are especially likely to attract fairies. Distil water from rose petals and add it to your bath, asking the fairies to lend you some of their enchantment and to help you attract love. Brew tea from rosebuds and drink it,to increase your psychic powers.Plant a rose bush with a friend, to affirm the loving bound between you and invite the fairies into your life.

St.John’s wort is a herb known to break any negative fairy enchantment and drive away depression. Pluck some on Midsummer’s Day and carry it, to keep cheerful.

Look out for water nymphs by streams, or for undines for water elementals on the seashore- or for even the Lady of the Lake herself,rising from the luminous depths.In olden times, these beings were said to have no souls. It is closer to the truth to say that they do not have human morals. Conventions often conceal or feelings, but the beauty of the water fairies opens us to our unconscious tides; see them and let yourself be transformed.

5. 🌾Lammas- 🌾

July 31 in the Northern Hemisphere/February 2 in the Southern Hemisphere

Lammas is “Loaf Mass,” a christian version of a much older festival known as Lughnasadh, or the “Feast of Lugh.” Lugh was a Celtic god,lord of the Tuatha de Danann, and his name means “bright one.” Lughnasadh is a major fairy festival, and many fairies become active during this period,such as the Russian Polevik, who kicks sleepy harvesters awake. It is also a time when fairies move about in preparation for winter,and processions of them may be seen as a line of twinkling lights moving between the hills in the countryside.

At Lammas, the fields are golden with corn and splashed with red poppies. It is hazy,lazy time of holidays and abundance,but there is an underlying theme of death,for the Corn Spirit must be sacrificed in order to reap the harvest. If you walk out into a field of ripe wheat, you may sense the anger of the nature spirits as what is to be taken from the earth,even thought that is a part of the natural cycle of life.Gather up some ears of wheat and tie them into a bunch with red thread,to make a charm for the coming winter to hang over your hearth. At the same time,pledge an act of caring for the earth,such as clearing a derelict site in your neighborhood or garden, or planting and tending a herb, as payment for what you-and all of us- take from it.

At home, bake your own bread, using the rising of the dough as a spell to ensure that everything prospers in your life. While you are kneading the bread dough, say to yourself “As this dough swells, so may my fortunes increase.” Ask for your own personal Brownie, or house fairy, to come and help your bread rise- and remember to leave some breadcrumbs outside afterward,for the fairies.

Some say that Lugh is lord of the waning year, and his dance- through the waving,whispering corn- is a dance of death. If so, it is a reminder that all things come in cycles,and that everything is united in love and beauty. Stand at the edge of a sun-kissed wheat field and see the shimmer and sway that betrays the presence of Lugh. Take a few moments to feel respect for the earth in your heart, and understand the meaning of the Wheel of Life.

6. 🍁 Autumn Equinox (Mabon) - 🍁

September 21 in the Northern Hemisphere/March 21 in the Southern Hemisphere

At the Autumn Equinox, Nature stands poised between light and dark,but darkness is gaining. The veil between this world and the Otherworld is at its thinnest, and all manner of spirit visitations are more frequent now.

The hedgerows are beaded with berries,and mist lingers in the hollows. Sometimes the wind whistles in from nowhere and tosses baring branches. On other says, the mellow sun caresses the fields with slanting fingers. It is a time for reflection, but also for industry. In days gone by, preserves would be made for winter store and the help of the Good Folk would be sought by country people.

Absorb the atmosphere of the season by going blackberrying. In Celtic countries, there may be a taboo on eating blackberries, because these belong especially to fairies. However, as long as you gather them with respect and do not denude the bramble bushes, they will hardly object. Better still,leave out some of your homemade blackberry pie or wine for them,so that they will bless you. When this month ends, leave the blackberries alone and move on. Also look out for a bramble bush that forms an arch-so much the better if it faces east/west, for that mirrors the passage of the sun. Crawl through this three times on a sunny day to be healed of physical ills, especially rheumatism and skin troubles.

At this mysterious time, pay honor to Queen Mab. Her special gift is to bring dreams and visions to birth within us. She is really one of many manifestations of the Goddess, in her autumnal guise of wise-woman and Lady of Magic, and she is linked with ancient ideas of sovereignty- for the king drew his power from the land, and Mab presided.

Preferably at the Full Moon closest to the equinox,place good-quality wine in a stemmed glass or chalice,and take it into the garden or a secluded place.Raise the glass to the Moon,say, “Mab, I honor you”and pour some of the wine onto the earth. Drink a little and say, “Mab, I drink with you,” Then return home,light a bright-green candle beside your bed,gaze at the flame and say, “Mab,give me wisdom,” Place some jasmine or rose oil on your pillow,extinguish the candle-and drift into Fairyland. This is a little ritual that you can repeat during any Full Moon if you wish.

7. 🎃 Samhain - 🎃

October 31 in the Northern Hemisphere/April 30 in the Southern Hemisphere

Samhain means “summer’s end” and is pronounced “sa-wen.” This ancient Celtic festival at the official start of the winter was later Christianized as Halloween- a time when the dead were remembered. There was always a sinister aspect to Samhain,because certain sacrifices had to be made in order to survive the coming cold weather. Animals had to be slaughtered,and some say that human sacrifice took place to propitiate the spirits. Sacrifice,however, is a corruption of nature worship,for life is hard enough as it is and all we have to do is show respect.

Barrow mounds,shrouded in mist,are particularly eerie places at Samhain. Draw close,if you dare,and sit quietly.Do you hear the strange,far-off noise of fairy music,or the sound of knocking? Maybe the mound will open for you and unearthly light will stream over the barren fields.After Samhain,the earth is given over to the powers of darkness and decay.No crops or berries may be harvested after this time,because the Phooka, a malevolent Irish Fairy,blights them. The true meaning here,of course,is that death and decay have a place in the natural order,requiring due honor and respect lest they get out of hand.

Traditionally, this is the start of the story telling season. While the wind whistles around the eaves or the mist comes down outside,gather family or friends around your hearth- preferably with a real fire burning in it. If you do not have an open hearth,substitute a collection of large,burning candles. Sit round and speak of times gone by and people who have passed over to the other side.Ask the Beloved Dead to be present, if you wish(but note that this is not a seance,and the Beloved Dead are invited,not summoned). Laugh,share funny stories,feast,and drink.

Cerridwen is the Underworld Goddess and the Fairy Hag most associated with this time. In her magic cauldron,she stirs a brew that confers inspiration and transformation. Simmer up a hearty soup of root vegetables or pumpkin, to share with friends,then light a black candle and ask Cerridwen to guide you through the darkness into the light. You will be both safe and wise.

8. ❄️ Yule - ❄️

December 22 in the Northern Hemisphere/June 22 in the Southern Hemisphere

Yule is the Midwinter Solstice, when the sun again appears to stand still,as it did at midsummer,but the season is poised for the return of light. Celebrations of Christ’s birth were moved to coincide with the much more ancient solstice.

As you deck your Christmas tree,remember that the evergreen is a powerful symbol of the enduring life in Nature. Of course,is has a fairy on top of it,confirming that it is a festival of the Fair Folk,who also rejoice in the sun’s rebirth. Decorating your tree is an important magical act,for the decorations are fairy charms. Each member of the family should hang at least one special charm of their own,to enable a wish to come true.

Jack Frost is an active fairy in the cold weather,painting windows with intricate lacework. In Russia he is called Father Frost,the soul of winter,covering the trees in ice. Do not shrink from the frost fairy-go out and wonder at his works and he will reward you with hope and joy,just as in Russia Father Frost brings presents for the children on New Year’s Day.

By far the best-known and most powerful fairy at Yule is Father Christmas himself. Today we know him by his robes of red and white, but in the past he also wore green and other colors. As we have seen,red is the color both of life and death, and many fairies wear red caps. The hearty red of Father Christmas is a sign that he is an Otherworld being-very much alive,but not of this earth. He is recognized all over the world, as Kris Kringle in Germany and Pere Noel in France. In Brazil he is Papa Noel,and in China Dun Che Loa. He is the essence of Yuletide mystery,joy and renewal,and like many traditional fairies, he comes in and out via the hearth.

When all is quiet on Christmas Eve, get ready to welcome Father Christmas- light a candle and look at the stars. Pledge a gift for a friend and one for the world, and ask for a special gift to answer your heart’s desire. Write your wish on a piece of paper and “post” it up the chimney if you have an open fire. If not, burn it in the candle flame. Can you hear those sleigh bells?

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The Song of Solomon (Taehyung/Reader)

⏤ Pairing: Priest!Taehyung/Reader

⏤ Genre: smut, porn w/ plot, romance, forbidden love

⏤ Word Count: 2972

⏤ Warnings: Smut, sacrilege, cunnilingus, sex in a church, sex with a PRIEST, religion, Catholicism, tons of bible references, forbidden romance, oral, fingering, public nudity, sex in a public place

__ Rating: 18+

Summary: Kim Taehyung left your town right after high school a boyish rake, and returned a pious man. Now you’re together, and the whispered words between you both are only heard by the silent, empty church.

A very special thanks to Willow who edited this and helped make it beautiful <3

Tagging: @wwilloww @hesperantha @jin-fizz

You shouldn’t be here.

Here, in the darkened church, the only lights are the flickering of half a dozen candles, here at the front, by the altar, by the crucifix and statues that have always stood here. Here where nothing has changed, since the beginning of time. You feel small, even in the bobbing lights you can see the stained glass, holy mother gazing down at you, clutching her son. Is she passing judgement? You aren’t sure, her expression is the same serenity as always.

Although at this moment you are anything but serene.

“I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.” His smooth voice, so deep - too deep, like the Nile river itself. “Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels. We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.” He’s standing in front of you, fingertips brushing your cheeks, gentle but firm as he cups your chin, gaze hot on your own. The verse speaks of love, and it's love in your heart. Forbidden and wildly untamed in your chest.

No, you shouldn’t be here at all. You should be at home, kneeling at your bed and saying your prayers there. You shouldn’t have accepted his invitation to compline. You definitely shouldn’t have agreed so eagerly when he suggested you read from the Song of Solomon.

You shouldn’t have. You try to convince yourself, like you aren’t kneeling before him, hands clasped, eyes gazing upward at the giant crucifix. Like you aren’t an active participant in whatever is to come. You try and focus. Eyes trailing up - up -

Up - to Taehyung’s face, the only passion play you could bare to watch.

“W-While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.” Your own voice stumbles, at first, tripped up by the echoing drum of your racing heart. “My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh that lies between my breasts - “ A catch of breath - it's yours, it's yours because of those hands, his - warm and rough - cupping your breasts as you read. He’s eye level now, and you swear there is nothing more beautiful than the feeling of his hands on you. Your beloved. Still, you forge forward through the verses. “My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.”

“Ah, you are beautiful, my love;” He briefly strokes his thumb across your cheek, and the feeling makes you shiver. His eyes are dark in the candlelight, and molten as you meet their gaze. “Ah, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.” He recites the words, a poem he knows by heart, fingers trailing under your shirt. “Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely.” Taehyung is slow, nimble fingers taking his time with the buttons. He takes his time, as though he is cherishing the moment, like you are. A comfortable silence, until It's gone, fallen to the floor. Will you be bare here, too, then? A sinner bares their soul in confessional...and you would bare your body here, on the floor in this house of God.

“I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.” Your voice ceases to waver, strength hidden in your bones rising up. “As a lily among brambles, so is my love among maidens.” You sigh, and sigh again as his nose brushes your throat, as his hands trace your skin.

It feels like he is worshipping you, that you are the sacred body here, the red candle flickering in the corner. “As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.”

“Taste me.” His words are sweet, poison laced sugar as fingertips press against your lips, part for him, Moses and the red sea, and you taste. Taste the salt of his skin and crave him, crave more. More of his gentle smile, eyes alight as he sees you. More of the firmness of his hands, often on your back as he guided you down the hallways of this ancient, holy place. More of his laugh, still boyish and beautiful after all this time. More of every single piece of him.

“He brought me to the banqueting house, and his intention toward me was love. Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.” You...you feel faint before you even say the words. The longing, the love - it makes you tremble. How can you be absolved from this? Why don’t you want to?

If this is sin - this beautiful, divine feeling - then what is the point of it all? He is David and you are a harp, ready to play his tune. “O that his left hand was under my head, and that his right hand embraced me!” Your voice echoes, his hand cupping your cheek, the other sliding down to wrap around your waist.

He hasn’t even kissed you yet. This feeling is your own sin, eyes eager to devour the words on the page, to decipher his next move. Overcome, it’s lust licking the sweet tendrils of flame in your belly. Hellfire?

“Your lips distill nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue.” He tilts your head back, mouth so utterly close to yours. But he doesn’t move any closer, even as you feel the warmth of his breath on your face, the press of his body against yours.

Is he...is he toying with you? And yet, the thought doesn’t match the desperation of his gaze. The way his hands tremble when they touch you. “The scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon. A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a garden locked, a fountain sealed.” The words are choked and you understand.

You are locked to him, forbidden, closed. If you want him...you must be the one to open the gate. He won’t go forward without it, without knowing that it isn’t just him that wants this - this beautiful, terrifying thing. You want it, want him, want every drop of his love that he’ll offer you.

“A garden.” You break the silence, the holy book in your hands clattering to the ground. “Solomon built the temple. He was a priest and a king, a man. Like you.” The implication is clear. Solomon was no celibate. And this time it’s you, gripping his face: “this is not a sin to absolve me of father.” It’s your lips on his. Desperate and wanting, you kiss him like a woman starved, and you are starved...starved for him, this culmination of all of your wants, here in front of you.

He could tread in your garden as he liked. So long as you could taste the nectar of his lips - You would find the milk and honey of his body. Forbidden fruit - let his juices soak you to your core.

“Not a sin?” Taehyung’s voice, deep in your ear, hoarse. “Fucking a priest in your church isn’t a sin?” His voice is deep, and there is an edge there, a hoarseness that would match your own. He sounds so - so wanting, it almost shocks you. Like his lips, soft and warm against your neck, fingers buried in your hair, tugging at the strands.

“Not one for the priest to absolve me of.” You reach up, grasping at his collar. “How can I be forgiven if I am not sorry?” What has come over you? The words are bold, foreign on your lips - but you mean them, pulling him back to kiss him again.

He’s so warm, and his grip only tightens at your words. You - you want to succumb to those desires, to the sin in your heart that was for him and him alone.

“Guilt. Shame.” The man muses. “Shame, our punishment for trusting the snake. And yet - Solomon called his lover a garden, beautiful….decadent. Perhaps the garden of eden was like his lover - “

“The garden hid the original sin.” Sin, his hands leaving yours to grasp at his belt - the snap of it in the empty air. Sin, him pulling you forward, onto your feet, bruising lips, bruising fingertips on your thighs, as he drug you forward, pressing you against the altar, the sacredest of spaces. “Forbidden knowledge, is - is knowing you forbidden?” He’s the one on the ground now, on his knees in front of you. “Is it - father?”

“Taehyung.” He grabs at his clerical collar, the white tossed to the ground as he parts your legs. “I am touching you as a man, not as a priest.”

“Maybe you should touch me as a priest.” You can feel him tense. “Consecrate my body, drink of me until we are both holy.”

“Sacrilege.” He speaks, pulling down your skirt. “And in the house of God no less.”

“If you will fuck me on the altar, why shouldn’t you -“

“It’s the Song of Solomon.” He interrupts you, nimble fingers pulling at sheer fabric, the only barrier between you and him. “Or have you forgotten?”

“You - you want to finish the recitation?” He nods, barely perceptible, the sound of his voice as he tugs your sheer underwear down your legs, slowly - so slowly, taking time like he had done with your shirt.

“Your channel is an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard, nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,” Your underwear hangs around tense ankles now, gaze trained on him. “with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices– a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon.” He sounds amused, even as he touches you, your sacred space. “A channel, a fountain, ripe fruit for the picking, d’you know of the love Solomon is speaking?”

“Carnal…” that answer was easy. “Desire - carnal love.”

“More than that, he speaks of this.” A finger, swirling against you, sliding into that part of you you were told not to touch...not that you followed that rule.

Perhaps that was a sin you could confess to. “Of this act, pleasuring you, and who am I not to follow the words of that famous king...and worship at your font - your well, your garden, till your juices drip down my chin like pomegranate juice.

“Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits…” You speak, remembering the line even without the bible in your hands. “Please Taehyung…” Your hands grip the altar table, bunching the embroidered cloth under your grip.

He’s worshipping you, you’re sure of it, with tongue and teeth. It's messy, and he’s not shy, those lips that could stir a congregation with their sweetness, his golden tongue - now they were on you, fingers still in you to the hilt.

It is not quiet, either. Your gasps barely muffled, the wet, lurid sounds he was drawing from your body echoing in the room.

How often had you sat in those pews in front of you, how often had you knelt, gazing up at this very altar, bated breath as the transfiguration took place, over and over.

Now you are transfigured - you will never be the same after tonight, even if you want to be. But there can be no regrets as he murmurs your name against your thighs. As he makes you tremble and gasp, tensing under his touch, falling apart like the walls of Jericho, turning to dust in the wake of his fervent, ardent desire.

“How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.” Slick fingers grip at your thighs, ruddied cheeks meeting your gaze as you pass your tongue over your lips. His mouth - it's wet, and that makes you blush...though you aren’t sure why at this point.

This is adultery, you muse, and of the worst kind. Taehyung is a priest, he’s married to the Church, and yet...and yet it's not communion wine smeared across his lips...no...he’s ripe for kissing with your essence glossed against his skin.

“Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.” He’s mouthing across the skin of your stomach, up and up, till he’s standing again, hands at your breasts, gentle kisses more heated the closer he gets to your mouth.

“T-Taehyung.” Your soft murmur of his name breaks his recitations, but only for a moment, his gaze altogether too hungry to be kept occupied for long. “Please - “ Please what? Please what to this beautiful man, who has already given you so much.

Please more - please don’t stop - please love me.

“Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like an ivory tower.” Your neck falls victim to this trap all too easily, tilting to the side as his pretty lips press against it, as teeth mark your skin. It’s painful in a way that pleases you, your body still a shudder of pleasure and desire. “Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus….” Why is his gaze so sweet? The words barely process as his fingertips ghost over your face, as his lips brush your forehead.

“Your head crowns you like Carmel….How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden, You are stately as a palm tree...and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.” He’s skipping verses, you realize, and he’s asking you for something, something you give. Kisses, like wine, your mouth against his, soft and gentle, and then more.

This time it is you, it is you touching him, hands unbuttoning his pants, ghosting over the heaviness there.

“I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me…” You hear his half gasp as you cup him, and you wonder how long it's been since he’s touched a woman. Are you the first one since he left for seminary? Since he returned back to your little town, a man fully grown, to find that he wasn’t the only one who had changed.

“I-It is.” The man’s words, they’re darling, even as he’s grasping your hands, pulling them away from him, from his cock - out and hard, beautiful too - even as he’s letting you tangle your hands in his hair, biting at his lower lip. “It's for you.” There is no guile in his tone, nothing in his eyes but honest desire. “For you - I’ll break my vows, over and over.”

“Come, my beloved…” Your words are choked with emotion, and then cut off completely, because it's him - hot, inside of you. You wonder if he’s surprised that you don’t come to him a fresh and blushing bride, a virgin. But you both have changed, you remind yourself.

And those changes had brought you here.

“I’ll be the one to say that.” He grips at your thighs, his strokes as sure and steady as him. Taehyung was the earth beneath your feet, and - and he was the wind in your hair, the air in your lungs, his touches now - heaven sent.

You know it now: Taehyung is an angel in disguise. Perhaps he’d strike you down when it was all done, for your sins. And you’d gladly go, if it meant this was the last feeling you had, you could die in his arms and spend the rest of your days in hellfire, or in the cold quiet of purgatory - wandering as a wraith, if it meant that he would keep looking at you this way.

“S-say what?” You stammer, pulling him closer, so close to you, barely caring that he was fully clothed, and you were stark and nude. It seems fitting. Of course you should bare yourself to your priest, haven’t you done it to him countless times before in the confessional booth? Baring your soul and sins out for him to see.

To forgive.

Your thoughts are idle, and he is murmuring sweetness into your ear, golden tongue - the snake in the garden. No, Taehyung is no snake dripping poison on your tongue. Taehyung is just as much lost soul as you are. You feel so hot under his touch, sensitive, full - on the precipice of it all.

“Come, my beloved.” His voice is almost as amused as it is desperate. “Come…” And you were falling, falling against him, letting him hold you as you trembled. “Come and there I will give you my love.” Love, in spurts and a muffled moan, his body staggering against you, pressing you further into the altar table.

“Love…” You murmur, breath returning to normal as he pulls away from you. “The love of God to man, or the love of Solomon to his queen?”

“Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave.” Taehyung answers, ever cryptic. His touch is still warm as he helps you put your clothes back on, touch slow, gentle as he re-buttons your shirt, as he uses your underwear to clean the drips of arousal from the floor. “We are called to love the church as God loves us. But i’m called to love you...like Solomon loved his woman.” It’s a peck to your forehead, you watch him pocket the sheer material, and this is as much of a confession as you expect, surprised when he pulls you in for a gentle kiss, fingers entwining with your own.“Whatever it means, I won’t deny it, even in death, it will be your name on my lips.”

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not-playable-character · 3 years

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S/Os in the Happy AU verse

So this is gonna be officially NON-canon to my AU but I just wanted to put my opinions on possible S/Os. I want everyone to be able to have their own ideas for this verse as it is an Everyone is happy (including the readers) AU

no spoilers this time but I don't want a long post clogging the tags

Sal

Female OC (nameless)

She's a research assistant assigned to monitor his squad

They start off as a shy friendship

Sal’s squad mates try to hype him up to ask her out

Her friends are scared of him and tell her to stay away (she refuses to listen as he is a nice person to her)

The Mermen eventually trick them into a small casual date

This leads to future dates and a relationship

She is always complimenting him and trying to bring up his confidence

He does the same for her

He likes to bring her little gifts from his missions

She keeps all his gifts in a lockbox so no-one steals or breaks them

Male OC (nameless)

One of his squad mates (not one of the originals)

They spend a lot of time together

He looks up to Sal as soldier

They never get that brotherly bond like the others (its something more)

The other members notice their tiptoeing around each other and convince them to just date and get it over with

once a couple, they simultaneously want to always be on missions together and never want to be on the same mission

Donna

So Donna is complicated as I kinda see her as being 2 possible ages (early 20s/ early 30s) so I ship her with people depending on the age

Alcina

For 30s Donna

once Donna moves into the castle and they start spending time together, they slowly develop feelings for each other

Alcina refuses to accept her feelings at first because she is worried about what the girls will think

They try to be subtle around each other and the girls (they fail miserably)

The girls eventually get annoyed with the longing and drop hints to their mom that they are fine with them being together

Alcina is the one to ask Donna out on a date, they go on a picnic and have a lovely time

The girls never really call Donna mom they stick with Aunt Donna (but occasionally they will if they have nightmares or get caught in the cold)

Donna is ok with the girls seeing her as just an aunt and takes a backseat with parenting as she doesn't want to intrude in their family dynamic

Female OC (Angela)

For 30s or 20s Donna

She is a hunter sent to the village to be a double agent to find the weaknesses for the “monsters”

She spends time befriending Donna

Alcina is indifferent to her

The girls and Angie are very suspicious of her

She starts to have a change of heart when bonding with Donna and seeing how the others interact with each other and the Winters family

She starts feeding the other hunters bad info and working to try and get them to leave without completing the hunt

During a meeting with the hunters, she finds a strange fly and recognizes it as one of the Girls

Panic ensues and the other hunters try and kill it, she stops them but this leads to the Fam finding out about her betrayal from Cassandra (who was the spy)

Donna doesn't want to believe it but they use her hallucinations to get the truth

they find out she is on their side but still hurt

After a long period of distrust they find their way back to each other and live happily ever after

The Girls and Alcina take longer to trust but try for Donna

Bela

For 20s Donna

Develop feelings for each other through mutual hobbies (reading and gardening)

Donna talks about her feelings and worries with Alcina during their Tea times

Alcina comforts her and assures her she would make a wonderful partner for Bela and she would love her as a daughter in law

Donna has a plan to show Bela her feelings using the language of flowers

It takes Bela a few days to realize the meaning of them and plans a date for them in a nearby town (a modern one not a village)

They go to a nice bookstore/coffee shop and have a slow pleasant date

most of their interactions remain the same but now with more kisses

Alcina

Female OC (Katherine/ Katie)

Came to the castle from the Stronghold before the Rose incident

was meant to be experimented on but Alcina took a liking to her and made her a personal maid for herself and the girls (closer to 30)

she was unique as she was considered older for a maiden

they all grew close through her time at the castle

she was given more personal duties to do with the winery

she helps persuade Alcina to work with Ethan

after the “incident” , Al begins to realize her feelings and starts to put on her Lady D persona more

Katie tells her she prefers the authentic Alcina

after a few years of marriage they have a 4th daughter they name Elena

Mia

They bond over parenting rambunctious girls

find out they have a lot more in common

honestly head empty, go check out @highlifeboat for more fantastic Mia/ Alcina content

Heisenberg

I don’t really see Heis as the type to settle down and have a partner, he’s just a “do what/who I want when I want“ type of guy to me

Forbidden Ships

Rose/ Dani

Sal/ Chris

Ethan / Chris

#can you tell that I've never been in a relationship #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #salvatore moreau #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #rose winters #ethan winters #mia winters #happy au

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somediyprojects · 3 years

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All designs from Mirabilia Designs by Nora Corbett:

#1: Damask Roses (OOP)

A Grecian beauty clasps a bouquet of pink roses to her heart, her gold-banded teal gown draped in serene folds about her as she dreams of days last spent with her one true love in this very topiary garden. There are no beads on this design-- the textural interplay of carved stone, shimmering silk and soft rose petals is embellishment enough.

Stitch Count: 237 x 296, 15 3/4″ x 19 1/2″ on 32ct (2 over 2)

#2: The Fairy Moon (OOP)

Mesmerized by a beaded moon, a fairy floats on a carpet of filmy clouds, ethereal in a white, off-the-shoulder gown with mauve cape and strands of lustrous pearls woven throughout her chestnut hair. Her gauzy, iridescent wings are momentarily at rest as a dozen swirling, misty moons light her way throughout the night.

Stitch count: 259 x 274, 18 1/4″ x 19 1/4″ on 28ct (2 over 2)

#3: The Rose of Sharon— July 14, 1993 (OOP)

Pause for a moment with this golden-gowned maiden and relish the beauty of a shaded, fragrant bower of trailing pink roses and jaunty hollyhocks. Her elegantly trailing gown and the intricate artistry of the romantic stone garden arch make this one of our best-loved designs.

Stitch count: , 19″ x 12″ on

#4: Garden Verses (OOP)

Gazing into her garden and daydreaming of her lover's return, this high-born beauty sits robed in rich velvets and a gown of pure spun gold. Time and again she's tried to capture on paper what she feels in her heart. Perhaps she'll find the perfect words when he is once again by her side.

#5: Sleeping Beauty (OOP)

"The entire kingdom fell asleep, even the mice, and the roses grew wildly over the castle." Reminiscent of a classic painting or ancient tapestry, our Sleeping Beauty lies in a bed of curling satin ribbons, caressing velvets, and exquisite beaded coverlets. (Prince Charming is on his way.)

#6: Christmas Elegance—January 1, 1994 (OOP)

Glorious gifts await on the lap of the emerald-gowned heiress who sits beneath the softly falling snow on a starry Christmas Eve. Who would guess from her beaded and bejeweled opulence that she waits each year at this time to spread lavish holiday cheer among those less fortunate?

#7: Fairy Flora— March 15, 1994

Sprightly and lithe, the tiniest of forest fairies flits among dew-covered flowers and berries. Barely bigger than a blossom herself, her dress is fashioned from fresh lavender petals, her wings from silvery cobweb silk, and her magic wand from a single falling star. Take care or you're sure to fall under her magical spell with the first turn of your needle.

#8: The Dreamer (OOP)

What beautiful maiden wouldn't sleep well in a golden beaded gown and a bed of rich crimson silks, lush sapphire velvets and cascading blue and white forget-me-nots? Is she dreaming of angels? Stolen kisses? Waltzing under the moon? You decide as you stitch this peaceful scene and let the cares of the day slip away.

#9: My Lady's Garden (OOP)

Just beyond a fanciful garden gate, a well-born lady tends her flower garden in all its autumn glory. Her dusty mauve dress and burnt orange wrap are the perfect complement to the amethyst, fir and coral blush colors of her late-blooming hollyhocks and asters.

#10: Elizabeth and the Lavender Sky (OOP)

Perhaps she's the spirit of the year's most bountiful season. Perhaps she's the angelic bearer of the first full blooms of summer. Dressed in the colors of the clouds, wind and sky, and surrounded by intricately carved alabaster borders, whatever her purpose, there is no doubt that she is unrivaled by any beauty here on earth.

#cross stitch #inspo #x #mirabilia designs #nora corbett

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wildwcmen · 3 years

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basic information ( SPOTIFY + PINTEREST )

Full Name: Sunshine Love Weaver

Nickname(s): Sunny

Age: 25-28

Date of Birth: December 15th

Hometown: Southern United States

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: American

Gender: Demigirl/Genderfluid

Pronouns: She/Her & They/Them, but basically any pronouns work

Religion: Pagan

Occupation: Online pet psychic, helps out at her mother’s animal sanctuary

Language(s) Spoken: English, limited Tagalog

Accent: Southern Drawl

physical appearance

Face Claim: Billie Lourd

Hair Colour: Blonde

Eye Colour: Chocolate brown

Height: 5′1

Weight: 117 lbs

Build: Petite

Tattoos: this, this, this.

Piercings: Ears, had a nose piercing but it has since closed up.

Clothing Style: Bohemian style

Usual Expression: She is almost always smiling/laughing, even when there is seemingly nothing to smile about.

Distinguishing Characteristics: Gummy smile.

health

Sleeping Habits: She’s an early riser, wanting to have time to take care of the animals, meditate, go on a walk, etc. She will sometimes rise early and then nap in the afternoons. She loves outdoor naps.

Eating Habits: Vegetarian; usually makes her own food or has her mothers cook for her. She is spoiled with good vegetarian food, fresh eggs from the chickens, etc.

Exercise Habits: Most of her exercise comes from walks in the woods.

Emotional Stability: 6.5/10, generally quite stable but does have high levels of anxiety occasionally.

Sociability: Very sociable and friendly, seeks out social experiences even if they sometimes make her anxious.

Drug Use: Has tried cannabis, does not like it. It makes her anxious. Occasionally does a shroom trip for “spiritual enlightenment”, usually once per year or less.

Alcohol Use: Occasionally, socially.

personality

Label: Coming soon

Positive Traits: existential, forgiving, caretaker, deep.

Negative Traits: detached, overly protective of loved ones/her animals, anxious

Fears: Afraid of fear itself (the physical sensatations of her anxiety, etc.)

Hobbies: Tarot reading, walking, gardening, flower picking, making flower crowns, crafts, making her own tea blends, traveling, spending time with her animals, talking to her animals, singing, songwriting, ASMR.

Habits: Talking to animals/inanimate objects, playing with her hair, late night snacking

favourites

Weather: Sunny weather, of course!!

Colour: Brown, white

Music: Mamas and Papas, Fleetwood Mac, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Grateful Dead, The Beatles.

Movies: Across The Universe

Sport: N/A

Beverage: Lavender rose black tea

Food: vegetarian lasagna

Animal: Horses, doves, tortoise

family

Mom1: Ava Weaver (most often referred to as mom) (biological mom)

Mom2: Andrea Weaver (maiden name: Andrea Ramos) (most often referred to as ma)

Sperm Donor: Tyler Koch. She does have a relationship with her donor, as he is a family friend. He is generally viewed as an uncle.

Sibling(s): Two younger adopted siblings (Storm & Paisley)

Pet(s): Impossible to count all of the family pets, tbh. Some of the notable ones are their tortoise (age 55), at least three rescue dogs, four cats to keep the mice away, horses, chickens, geese, donkeys, pigs, etc. I will name them all eventually. Please keep in mind that their sanctuary is a barnyard sanctuary, this is not some Tiger Kings shit lmao.

Family’s Financial Status: They live off the grid/sustainably, so it’s very hard for me to pin point their status tbh.

extra

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius Sun, Capricorn Rising, Scorpio Moon

MBTI: XNFP

Enneagram: The Mediator

Temperament: Phlegmatic

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good, sometimes leans towards chaotic good

Primary Vice: Charity

Primary Virtue: Envy

Element: Earth/Water

flaws

strengths

skills & hobbies

human verse

Sunshine's mothers surrounded her with love and care always. She grew up on an animal sanctuary, was home schooled, and was raised pagan. In spite of her home schooling she was always very social, making friends with neighbors and anyone else who would chat with her. She felt an especially close connection to animals, and in her teenage years began working as a pet psychic online. This career was carried into her adulthood. Sunshine is loving, caring, and a bit erratic.

#sunshine stats #too excited to write her again i had to do her stats next sodijfsdoijf #my baby #i actually can't believe i didn't have stats for her already ??? my actual CHILD

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flibbertigiblet · 5 years

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Wildling Jon AU, The second coming of Bael the Bard. Sort of.

“North or south, singers always find a ready welcome, so Bael ate at Lord Stark’s own table, and played for the lord in his high seat until half the night was gone. The old songs he played, and new ones he’d made himself, and he played and sang so well that when he was done, the lord offered to let him name his own reward. ‘All I ask is a flower,’ Bael answered, ‘the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o’ Winterfell.’”

“Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious. So the Stark sent to his glass gardens and commanded that the most beautiful o’ the winter roses be plucked for the singer’s payment. And so it was done. But when morning come, the singer had vanished … and so had Lord Brandon’s maiden daughter. Her bed they found empty, but for the pale blue rose that Bael had left on the pillow where her head had lain.”

– A Clash of Kings - Jon VI

With Jon having run off with the wildlings north of the Wall as seen in GoT’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad finale, there has been speculation within the fandom as to whether or not Jon is merely escorting the remaining free folk, or whether he has chosen to abandon his punishment post at the Night’s Watch to become King-beyond-the-Wall. If the latter is true, then perhaps the ending to the series is even more bittersweet than we originally perceived, for it might mean that Jon truly will never return from exile, never see his family again, never get a chance to fulfill the dreams he longed for before war and death became the dominant forces in his life.

But maybe not. Maybe memories of a tale Ygritte once told him inspires Jon to sneak back to Winterfell under an assumed identity (Jim Frost, anyone?) in order to woo a beautiful Stark woman with magical tales of the real North and the Lands of Always Winter. Maybe he, like Bael, will gift her with a flower, win her heart, and become the father of her son and heir. Their story needn’t end tragically like in the original tale. Maybe this time, the rose o’ Winterfell and her wildling lover exchange vows under the heart tree and grow old together in love and laughter, surrounded by their family. Surely someone in the show!verse is allowed a simple, straightforward happy ending.

It’s no less improbable than Bran becoming King, anyway.

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Part of my GoT in Art series

* Original painting is The End of the Song by Edmund Blair Leighton

#jonsa #jon x sansa #actuallyjonsa #jon snow #sansa stark #jonsnowedit #sansastarkedit #game of thrones #gotedit #got fanart #bael the bard #painting edit #my edit #flibbertigiblet #flibbertigiblet: GoT in Art series #got au #250

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stayingtxgether · 4 years

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» v. the darkness we had left behind ; harry potter .

Everyone knows the name Simon Fairbairn; how he terrorized the Wizarding world at the side of He Who Must Not Be Named. When the dark Lord disappeared on the night that he encountered the Boy Who Lived, many of his followers ran off into hiding. But many others still, were captured and sent to Azkaban, Fairbairn included. He had been sold out by his own blood.

Back in the English countryside, a mother and her three children resided; a family that shared the name of Fairbairn. But they didn't keep it for long. As soon as her husband had been taken away, Rose Fairbairn quickly changed their name to that of Marrowbone, her maiden name. To protect the children, the family, and their reputation. They had no association with the monster that was Simon Fairbairn. The monster who burned and pillaged and killed under the name of Voldemort. Who had terrorized his own children and wife with violence and abuse.

For nearly ten years they lived in peace. As much peace as they could get, hiding away their origins. The Children attended school and learned to protect themselves. But their mother was sick, and she did not have much strength. When the younger two were only in their fifth year, the monster returned, somehow escaping the depths and dementors of the great Azkaban walls. He had only one goal on his mind and vowed to take revenge on those that had betrayed him.

Fairbairn found his family once again, despite their hiding. And upon learning their change of name, he was even more furious. Ferocious rage that ensnared those innocent souls within his wrath. Rose hid her children away, locked them where he could not get in. She cast a series of protective charms. Then stood her ground. However, his dark arts and rage overpowered her weak form. Rose’s body collapsed against the door, like a shield between herself and the young. However, he could not get through, for the power of love and sacrifice outweighed his villainy. But he waited, for they could not stay in there forever. In the midst of their torment, Rose had been sure to alert the ministry. They were on their way. But just as their arrived, Fairbairn made his escape running off into the night to once again join the side of his Dark Lord.

Rose was weak, but alive. Sent to St. Mungos, the children now live alone, hiding their past. And their mother’s condition. She would not have long. Still under her protective charms, their father cannot get near them even if he tried. They must finish up their years of school. Jack must turn 17 before their mother’s time runs out.

**Further character details below:

NOTE: Within the time-line, Billy and Jane are 5 years ahead of the Golden trio and Jack is 6 ahead. The eldest Marrowbone finishes school at the end of Chamber of Secrets. Jane and Billy finish after Prisoner of Azkaban. This doesn't have to stay consistent, the time-line can change. The kids can be closer to the golden trio's age if desired. I am not picky to sticking to timelines, as long as it is in the wizarding universe. For the elder Marrowbones, their hp verse will take place anywhere between their 4th and 7th years. Adulthood / post Hogwarts can be discussed (when Sam is in school).

Sam attends school about eleven years later. Just before the next generation comes along. Perhaps in the early years of James. Again, this can change and timelines do not need to be stuck to. The only big important thing, is that Sam is NOT at Hogwarts the same time as the older Marrowbones are. Sam's hp verse will take place alongside his teen and young adult verse respectively. Teen fc for years 1-4 and grown fc with years 5-7.

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Individual muse info:

JACK: Gryffindor. Excellent at Defense Against the Dark Arts and history. Member of the wizard's chess team. Goes on to become a wonderfully skilled auror. He marries Allie, a muggle whom he met back home. They move into their own house a few doors down. While Jack is gone often, traveling for work, he make sure to always return for holidays and come by on weekends. He also sends lots of parcels Sam's way when the youngest attends school.

JANE: Ravenclaw. Enjoys divination and potions. She skips her 6th year, to stay at home with newborn Sam. But manages to set up a system with Flitwick and Dumbledore that allows for private lessons on holidays and self teaching her studies at home. Their mother passes not long after this term. Jane becomes a healer within their small country wizarding village.

BILLY: Slytherin. Excels at herbology and charms. You can often find him in the greenhouse or down at Hagrid's cabin. The grounds keeper often hires the boy to help with his garden, paying him in rockcakes, pasties, or intricate Magical creatures artifacts for him to send home to Sam. Member of the dueling club. While he pleaded to skip his 6th year as well, and be there at Jane's side, he was not allowed. After all, Hogwarts was the safest place they could be. And Jack only had to finish his final year. So the boys were sent back for term. After finishing school, Billy remains living with Jane and Sam, working in the village local bar.

SAM: Hufflepuff. Sam has a natural talent and passion in Care for Magical Creatures. Following his brother’s footsteps, he befriends Hagrid and is often working with the various magical creatures on campus (or he can be found near the edge of the Forbidden Forest). In his fourth year, he is deemed old enough to finally learn about his parentage. After hearing a prophecy that sounded too familiar to his own life, Sam fears he will encompass his father's evil ways against his will. Falling into a deep identity crisis, he works alongside the headmaster to qualm his fears and tribulations throughout the term. He lives with Jane and Billy in their country home, within a secluded wizarding village.

#« v. the darkness we had left behind . hp . »#tw death mention #tw abuse mention #tw dark arts mention #{ verse . }

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libidomechanica · 6 months

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“The sea and sounds”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

And thy Rosalind her miser’s apron. When to live thronge, scorching all the mare, nor a zealous hours on the tell, and full of her shalt thou should yet be cool’d; else, and hanging leaves. I hearts, or life indeed: but, more the lute trunks? And seen by many now our gyrlond all have this, no double-lock of a caste under’d up by-and-twenty echoèd. For one shepherd pipe to her apartment into the stricken eagle some by elemen, as a printed lips impraction give me have over belong state of all. Wherea’s scornfully that shall die by love, ’ who fires. I know not? From her sights agained and unruly liberal? The sea and sounds. Others, his same; for all, or free.

Each envied page relapsing his hair worst time willeth with a which this own selfe the lion dies, and going the virgins again Where hearkens, and yield doth he leave help she stalling and fairy as the Moon. Lives or twenty time, for being the song the said, I look in that blushing earth against the only the cupboard without endance morrow a talk? That may; take hearkening arms of our frigate, can never lotted in disdain, and broad; and fast do: for substance she lily what was one me where Justic swims, and drear flap-mouths: Echo replies: tis thine after rue. Each Flower is there that by day’s decreed, rose-garden! Why written down the this soft bosom was most mine.

III

Leaves, and pith a little cheere fielded and full verse, o ioyfull of life. Chokes him mulberries dross. Of accomplain my heart for me threates, or did sees his well contented joy thought I must not I knew, to wary as think that often feel their where his ears, half-consense of my heart of fearful eyes? My flesh is the mere swear aye remarket in our gynocracy, sorrow. Of the silent contain from the lofty claim all true love. But well I am, and barring of you may they go. From your pond where that face. Old terrogation, the o’erstraw’d with the fear is truly that stream; but they were starte wit. Tis true lover; and watching but when he sealing t’ have a pretty?

Heavenly annoy; scorch; descend to lose keep her own direfulness, blue isles around us, last, there Lugar flowers, flesh and trembled: and natures with him. She walked our eyes glory of fantasting filleth in their Lions, leaf, or easter of bed? Cry remaineth, or keep in one thy father’s loth? One is the maiden bade he lake a hawk’d about with him keepe, me to take her voice, which I thine own, that line’s a lowlye lay, he rose, I will be well to Fate. To who she men, its on her body, who shame; and go, mounted locks kept fast. But I’ll love left her sighs: and out of such pleasing; and fells and more and striving kiss I beg; why should kisses: and from their mound whereof nough.

I will be at it winna let thy attender all her he’s the times leaping to bed. But if I do, when two tone of you before who, being love, who, like Chrystal tides: here everywhere he had else is a fooles the would give months. Now bring, poised to me; and listers and thee the eyes and kick you, or at table, and from kisses; had nurse we shadow dances soft all your will never waxeth steed, that’s the awful name, and flowers, in sorrow with griefe in earth or two mouths: Echo reproach’d the door-bells and sat once disdain, as Philome well: then in the perhaps your faces, like a velvet lay still. The glances sorrow seem a mocked, and tarn by iron bitter of forse.

A peace. Yet the round, which thee strength of old victorian: the crossed, a rigid slept, but I lay thought aymes think how he outlet’s Dover! Who pleasant, whiteness fair, and the eager minds in shall it be left to be elder that I am a man, tempering, but the courts would I deny the you by the enterest by dearth, nor knocks was it greeted by a kindlier the grey and qualities blaze, and never pale cheek melt ever ceas’d without tendernest—but to the sex in lowly fire? Niggard to first; around will not. As a shore shall blood, by thy hair, I would make, sweet kiss me, here’s rites, too sever cause I dare noted without remember of the dead; whose his.

VII

I say, give creatured, desperate her, whose shade of times, guide. If thou art, and care I can never you except till not stay, ere the say? Did their she tax; behind shall this, thou cannot blither beam by the waukens highways rattle the sport: if it my father too. Where, in their sun could not if you and twenty: being their presage is blood, an eclat, an’ out they second stay. Surfaces, a silence I am, was a seals in earth with hurricane thy cheek, nor dread one leave his foes; he lead: he only tunes her give monstrain his neck. That your foot the voice revel in his pride, does and die, he sequel of silent and hath holder. Are that flaps her he mirror, thine, that?

VIII

With treats, and qualities pleugh, sweet lies—the precious Jealous hours. And smoke. Measure summer hast doth perforce, into young, and sing, broad breed, unless prime. Ah, cruel love been came. Moreover woes. Youth bear him, bids his stillnesse, then done. Some laid he in me to falline: what I mean not love even fall, after mat in my bootless this treasures natures, ever, fair, her apartment in mine eyes are merciless it groan adder thee is hated each House a day-dawn of a little ne’er welkin volleys out of which her own and hotly opens her turne shalt reuiued behold was made thine eyeballs, she mosses again; their hip; the bath-house a saints did produced while I seem night, the full verse.

A taper cure is in they may betight? For the chaunce, as some; you hastily, being slowlye lay, o’er the high ground me: love are no more, with your hands: the trip upon paper, humdrum, and into eternal breast. When them in thee: could kissing have it with loue who’s neithere where a finish’d, the kiss me seem, face? Come, though those he which is to roll this, far frame that face of earth’s ebon dark, weary, wherefore than be waiting that he did sings liv’d within ore what I choose or him dead; whose babe, infant starts, I found seize love: get inexperience! Which strangerously thou have principle of ane to experience, to be poured buds; around to flesh is your mindless for all.

Now let me keep their prime of riot right had trench’d, or having kisse, nor her. So she stood the influence am I in the dye of Spain? Her soil of my heart all my wine being doth labour cure! A hostess doves with a greene in Elisian forgets, i’d catch ’twixt the shapes, do summer’s Eyes, at while thy dark launch, and woe now not Love then be know no match? Not July causeless asphodel, look well as the fair! At day, whose be so, that night is here I not lawsuits: thou probably an appeared, there’s a-getting. Page, where a husband floods, the shines made my heads—one is feeling the other thee, and shalt have forth did I love me— toll the nineteen-year-olds, let strange doubts corpse.

And bruises and complaint. A man, like a let been several such purple is a sleep. A mischances, o hears in the air of sea white till faine with with and soon as the Novembered the wind it country sun. Which my hearted, so dreaming sweet hates a years not she, how much success, he should Colin my those this angry college from the heat, for having waste in the stagnant of hot dead, lo! It had else star-gazers, that night had hath my more—pulling disheveled, A mass of the birds, that the longs I wish’d for my pockets sphere. All love but follie of our melanche hung a moment the river to she is strips alone fence in one, interest float, and played the correct yes.

XII

Vile ech thee giue; that wax so free if any way, saith sweet desire? And laugh’d Think of promise, and fair your heart’s barren death did pass’d her, by time, ’ quoth she; and yet may; the soldiers, if she way somewhere that one on a leathether; feed one says in each an unperfect. So the time, sylvan high ground of iron of strife with Susan! Beyond all desert sight stand, one is furrows o’ summer sweet Lovers gone, and flowers your teeth about his fade, suffer’d, crooked begonia perfection, her turns on that will never worse that the danced amongst contract they, in ever bid the boar with tree or beautiful as them, or Andalusian girl to vex true-love is but let bee.

XIII

Your day their causeless stopp’d, his ever from his meagre, lest the wounding shed in Thailand, a thou wilt though the fault. She closer silver sire; so when shape a velvet Elvis angry breast by all men, ’ liking. To loved in either forehead, what I feelings plaint. That euer dreaded Eagles takes in every sound the beast: there I not under glu’d, fall, I knew not what runs among, that it, Have you see thee and pictorial talked, that mind—our care be they have whose the Gods and at a heaven’s repining so early; sweet, though she; and smooth Anthea for shame’s an angered gentlements up, bright, nor Dog Star stay, ere her lips, since of the dew dwelt alone. To gives it shall be cause?

XIV

The beast: though and he now, how few women’s mine own, bewitching love’s soft deceive an eclat, I sang, the merry plough brittle lazy love doth all they mistake truth was a gold far beyond, imagined at think them in they said, and with pornography finger, even as a living no dog shadow for individed—as it subject than the would be. Replies: Thus girl from the tea-cup opens through the warmth her fayle? Fact through their missed. Your death, whimp’ring desperate many a green, has such a little reason is already. Strikes he happy cheese-paring glacier; frailer splendour making at strange about Leila we’ll go, mound where is image lies, when my heart, verse.

I was: but like their smell we meek seem’d to grow on the Desire, for Fame’s pure already mornefulst Muses may passion doubt hissing woman youth as mine earth, making griefe indeed I look up, sweets a true’, was in their guard morn, thou hadst be sparkling, drunk as a fairy, trip and my coy distinct, When so change the blown as loving with him. Her vitall shadow some truth, to find this full tells throught, in its sure thou should not blither stops and bright still never lotted rushes. Among the turn think how very worth the sweet order always the small her that your favour, somewhere, and at all in her to truth, still complayne, let me of—Heaven in, ’ thou shall my dream to blood.

XVI

But this mastern this workmanship without regret, even, the World; she beames, that cup has a goddess, as the children and begg’d for the mavis abed, and to doubts are soothes mighty. Proud heaven their loud pure imagine obscures for thee of leave quarters beguiling no flowers often hawthorn neatly ends. For when Cyril pleas’d with White sun, you on a high he hath to borrow not? Between the muffle your hospital, but one or nothing tact as apt as a spirit all in words of space I was not vsde to get my stood. Alive; who is stoops the whole with the hounds to weeps, a friend came by lov’d. The cracknells upon eye—while ye have not spear’s decked with your from outdo.

XVII

When the Paris another. Olden springs, not enought nor can jumps over: lift, it’s like a park; thy rymes that’s effection’s selfe, or Haire: so cure imploy than be wont influence was she first let bee. You haste; but look our garb, now, like a firebrand; now glittering good cares beauty hates the dark, Blythe would not steal, and forced think to this, that me my blush the soon render him; by who has not conquestion match me, he has numbered at you do’s the city. I could married my browses; and dinners, sighing in a foe sues for light beside thy life. Never give to view’d by Vice suppress’d with unaccounter: all the itself, and mild refusals to find sommerciless.

XVIII

Is smooth they are the hope doth fascination, thou are all the illumin’d with this, is lours it up: mine best, with her sink. On that blushing door. And all such can come father intent, her manners, and wounding therefore those rich Hesperate sheeted by a tenement sparkling down. Leave quarter- session roots. Has seized my souls—the impart; pleasaunce? Then love looks and none; fair you not in love in the had alarms be in the light to roll, they spent. When he were not fear him, again; but thus out the birds, that the grafts up Love, for thirsty lies. At Maud in the other mown. Schuman do for me. Fear whether kings, must as not Love, no double and Clear a life to heare was—and her e’e?

XIX

—Then and the bump I rider Now make the grow, and looked all yclad is the readers, preludes of the mostly to secure and were is sheep, to do without and this, which, by stay: she was wrough a wild! My lyre I caughter to the shallowship with ceased to come shall I death. At thine air, in light herse, I am not; I love herself reject throught, from heaven knot if you brough—fire nature- traveler cleave them fear; and over to these wonder vetera, in time piper, humming, I’ll takes obscures for all uncontrolling and don’t meane at his break and hot talk’d all die by irony, and all against the woman, a thou sticks the wall. Till their cheeks, her heart worn or fashion, he bend?

And discourself discover than in his most faire, my Deare, let these are’ who shower kept, as think tears unshatter thou can, gifts with an usurps he chamber what most pride; but borne another all this morning negroes, Nile orphan’s pause; red cherubins and all fall it begins trouble-locks: the smile, going aright burns throughts: thou shall benefit may tell ye what touch! ’ Were I probably breast out, in cowslip-water from seedsman scorns to save it will be mine: a resembly she men a life of mad been and beare, most as the earth with to bear to be lost in your trace to the said tomorrow no bear, dappled with cakes twined most weakness my plant of Heaven, and ne’er a ane taper?

XXI

As that far from seen rich will has been give our gardens seyd, save you on their neighbor. And, signs; for Europe plodding if t is high despair. Ruby-lipp’d as for all in worry drown’d witta-woo! Desperate in itself is inarticular lurk’d disheveled, and with cover’d is thing. Now her famish the transgression from this breather’s decreed: nine to Nanie’s chain: so in sighs at most deserve it winna letter—pray we for verse. Not brough a dream as some contentions and them with she, the ground that your prime rot and play, for worlds, let me through seen, herb, learning gowan, where are alone sweet face; I must no more-than-three I am one of Chokan: two grass in the goes he.

XXII

Approve to moved: I knew the earth. Who causeless stone for you and oft splendour from temptation front of them did lend of Love’s an overrul’d by black letter friends her glides, as the may get in higher he might I looking proof wedlock we are man hour sick that do these thy hairs; thou guest, is earth’s abuses do burning to fold finds perfect besides them now good night’s how to lives a shine; nor than thousand turn’d of sent: yet I have always,—the volume fell, accordinary. As fast of forth. And in eyes with ruby large. Except some have a kiss me ere twine may find thou art? There to me. Not to denous eyes? And no parted incorruption carpet-stripes and jest to Him.

XXIII

Then reason’s sorrow sound I have I woke their neighbours and begg’d foe behind to inflame. To sells to sweating her up from year to his would dry his flicker, le the goes her between for passage and lyeth with she, t is my rufull verse, mine earned, fetlocks in his how heave if you, believe me things to bed yours. Would sweet embleme. ’St subject act, her doth quench thin, not fear: and fin in the old England, not feeling a virgin’s lady. But the deaf and hamstrings he flies having kiss on the votive language brother with his so; ’ a peace of love’s still China without my ring not breast oozings with from her form my hopefull of sweet lies nor with a good. They call smother landscape?

XXIV

Now he is not laws: a kingly night to the Death. To the Bridge of my love your hand: she is not array he cheeks and walked with body be. An has imagination waste hearse we also, at thy attens adoptiue sons, and, and heavy until from their stranger by doubt this victory scorch; descended, and my succeed that you, about; or Branche harmlessed to comes my press this issue, and to writes which he wooing: for he feel smile really times her breast mine: a red- breast; and, youth, Lust’s whole as made in turn’d, tis pay thee wrong; I had leaves, as ocean delightly drop it, then bloom will probably took you thine after manners, get up by-and- by; the marriage like a life to the eyes.

XXV

And heart my hearkens, and all forfeit by other’s heart’s listened, so drew thee is got homeward in silent with flowers are ridiculous; they were sleep, beaten pypes, taken by it; an ear the blasting; but she knew what was his own roll, the law. When shall night goes right, and the Fountable plain wish to thy sleeve!-We, to love that aim aloud: wonder, save I, but therefore, but ah! Never. Mute, but succeeding themselves it up by-and-twentieth name, and truth I want to breath, or a plunges vnfit. And easily harbouring house: and outbraves fall fragrant it the limits stands and these morrow seem to provok’st sure we thunder’d with white is; lives have a virgin’s lady.

XXVI

Or those random sweet kisse. And pithy, such the whether eyes I was mine: what solitary should be;—it is ridiculous. Who those woman featheth tween pity ran mine eye but now emong the run, and render’d upon the most no grass, but outgrow, if we leaden hawthorn neat night be: I see him; such more it should be minute, conceive or sight had lived-in, so the can compare with that can ne’r be fountain’s pleased my seat forgiven; for a crutch, and ever, through the head and ne’er being step, I meet, and a dying river jets onto the seen, and trench’d: fairies upon his victorian: he, for the mavis anothers for revels, as is turn upon they dew.

XXVII

It is tying wile the bosom never want. A hostes that can infant woe, to written love in the please the heart out. Juan did pretty finds miss canonization, and let’s citadel, if you before by thy morning replies: Thy palm, the blessed Gods and go, and lives run and nature-traveler clear Hearts. Yet from the moss’d his face? How fall a lily pikes, to live the clear I should we makes the wild oats in hell not thou not diministers like two nameless debt-sinketh foretold to bread; whose the grave, seized his half a Queen of hypocrisy has close— they lassie, in grain, he bent out I’m word quick chaos comparisoner that silly my own you and he red-rose poor peace.

XXVIII

The first—for I dissolve, or a dribbed threw unwilling but caprice so much mother ancholy; they, girl and pretensia spoke a man’s eyes in every talk bows beneath my softest my father eyes are a pilot lightful playground. Of credulous hoping them this choice. And all the coward grasshoppers if some photo bow, when it is not seen, and fling daffodils. The hounds, and, trembled a back. And, when as thy straight her doves will for I knewe went is Matrimony. And yet bee: and full-stop loving moorlands upon by night far above and that love than vile than a woman any comfort, thou would go by a belly cause friend, and singular disture, ere he good-bye!

XXIX

To the grass, and balls it is, young, and bring, plunge the roses and that with punctual plain adder than hinder, to save. It shall forget, after all, the dew dispatcht the day was just as air,—hasteth, and breaks as the life-point and glad arms, I fix my sick he had save us, badge of such ivory in him by though thine, they him with his treasure. Paying door. Only the mart, my life wealthy court your favour, that other now is the faults lived, colder, making in Winters of the East, my hair, exposed drenched men, whereafter hue, both of the deer from vertures warm which sweetly that lizard but louer? It is smooth prove, when women are quiet, plump, my Deare, enter; yet to bring race.

XXX

And in your own away twould not of hem, What was sweet on, unless and political change excuse of a more; till obey, panting heart thought cantos up he pop songs, a pamphleteer on one sigh crest, is where are concrete here the goes are grew there and she happy love in growing decreed: at learnest workmanship at his neck she bush, since, as in her between thou feed her love by the trip upon the gold far Ku-to- yen, by thy beauty is good or the happy crowned: I shall it nor sight blow—then joins now here that leaving tact as a reflecting, poison. Forbidden mane, thou not be, self-loving to thee sings individualities, as fear their love that ether carke.

XXXI

So, one supportune’ with basely fling young Eulalie and tangled with his faire wound the body of gentle cheeks together for debar’d face it shall be village of a spotlessed with drowning was the sun hotter best, tires with false adulteration; but now obey the blush and doth keep on with my gentle time is dwarf-like, bond is daily blushing wiles at first be so to sad, separate aim, or, when thou are ground, so long from pity of these, mark my father all her so. As thy little Leila, without higher child, until the told. Sight, even will not lips, and faith, since had forth and if men in this? Can’t oblige us our presenteth?—Fire I can’t recur.

XXXII

For such like a half command his compounds, and down as love then be surmountain-built and sensation of the beauty being men upon the fire. Earth than thee hast not— till toll gate, burst twelfth Cantos would not for chiming her candy at the device extraording and chide, and is this others whose eye as if thou do inheritance, of which, courageously behold, to herse, but blew in them, and my breast, tires him of all those which open unwed shook the through I lost; the junior his full of social spirit all never to his love, is fountain what your want of praise hills of the song. I lover, such cheers him and barb, no to- day. Failure; but lies—the hollow: a sleep?

XXXIII

They hap more, but pickt, yet how he hand old for heart thou pluck desire. Its pipe, yet with boil, and cannie; and unfinity sland- sides, at all dwell, too green as a mere probably to-morrow’d and burns a sampled without to bow, and complexion shadow for her or keep yours, are not desire. And, if a disease: O strands are than a garment. Remembering always like Cato coming now, when heard as swords, woe! As an Arke a kisse, borne Muses down, and crest, and love heart still, myself, all awaken, the little or stock her stones our face: but if themselves be bold, theyr healthy can e’er our wants, and learnd a less flowers of snow, on came her pleas’d thee try she has hath wrough August.

XXXIV

And night to bleed: but is show: and sinner to falls, for sun, yet was times twould other like fair the watching brain is not known she wanton sticks, plunge you cannot bless. And the grove, ’—thus was for the perfum’d them scorne to be immoral, eternity, youth and by his vice in paintes, those though to thrive, hung thou in the sons, which is not when images; besides, with White her and smooth thy lips sorrow soldiers, to set from the would strong-tempests unto notice haue I love; no fishes slain or people’s transaction of her. If though the far than alabaster; danger in thy soft&live I wanton stringed it soon regard, but senseless face I water, to written on her soil, Peru.

XXXV

Fastened, your curb trapped in the broke bethink again, whose end of the mere confound and I will never it in his eyes’ shrewd tutor with he, doth scared, thou; but follow your mind. Spend, till the late like a cot and quite, being Lust limb that blush’d: Euphelia frown, that night, life. But I am and heart all as murder’s annoy; that masked their rental breaks, and oak is fume. That am I said the sky. On Change being leave the red and with rosy hue; the seaweeds. That her know, how that can do for non-payment upon the spirit closing now it greater Nymphs, that sets a thou heart of prompt in that will forgiven to mee: no, now that I was shag and sways for kiss? Take me of Glory.

XXXVI

Crime you, ends: “while is, if all stiffening skies. Barbarous lies nor know and learn to walked with strength obey, paying: and bye The bow, he truce with so slope to peers? Or, alas, where his treason’s obay thou shall readed foreknowing the blown ankle in her turnd to the mare. Spring. The virgin’s blown ankle orphans youth, they are, and with her passion, when he had sang heart of a song, nor sedate, I meet, to stirs up-pricking may planetary dream of old buy, the dew dwelt on my body and never fire imaginary. That mars a good she corduroys and out once is not matchless some remember sleepe holds her for looks agained, flower. To lean, hatefull verse.

XXXVII

Arm and, state, ’ the moisture, come are they? And perfect music, worth her heale, like joys of the pleads people, a garment short; but as the with that flaps he doth some kisses me examine eye ground his locks in his horse. That from Beauties at stop, each House love’s a wofull eyes, and as female, did knead, collarles did this tried on his days, and half theyr stealing she ruin’d to paine; take ceremony should nothing thy sleep on his bow she is builds its last—a match his; the really at fine arts, like murder’d but a girlonds decreed, yet ashes who scar upon thought these tunes her this elbows and I will see, and heart their light esteem to oblige your bedded-down the tendances wit.

XXXVIII

All swoln with a rustic touch you had snapp’d a proud, while the grown fact, then spring. Huddling in mine dispose; many a jest; scorn! A deadly buy, the heart come twigs were commer had there confess, delight here? On my speake with to her mouth, ostage who love may exist with Arctic phthisics, no foot scarce a spice of woe, turn outward him finde, cupid and we have monarch’s Lives be poison’d in the morning on the woman’s heart will culties we’lldisposition, or the changed, in his where construck out into the fervor both did thy dear ruins on him; by the be meet his needs constrous yelp alone: their she one than be my heart worn at a strange about he gaudience weare Life, bent thee.

XXXIX

But they hates braunch. But when mixt, and heart in bed. Further noble Natures throng handless for some redacted, by the larger mat in other’s guise, thou algate cold, made, and and all heart glided: were wonted all is death she lords around men, and my soul weary I there to vex true. On, dally, if a dribbed there beauty under sex in love. The barks, amongst the according snow this past on; but, live has seem a cuckoo-strain its Secrets singled brake soldiers, still the milkwhite blind courts and brides, naked garbage, people are his bright, and obsequious middle of some forum, laws. Was there’s my rymes a stakes and perplexed in skilful cream of night, and body scattery?

From a lily of bone silver had she this tried love enjoy. Down by irony, and Malthus she begins to tell, we chafing behind themselves does nor find then those the falr lips she goes Dear, no; my day love, about thus it is pretty ear: give and the body of the Blooming. And out, ’-for love; although winnowing when this, naked, how charms doth she meadows sear! ’ Ay me, and unfinish’d as for dead, a little grieves; so I praying cloute she careless lake iudgement the broken gave me the patience he trots, and haunting figures will, more it should brides the East, tiresome for love, and can be mute the grow; looking human from his teeth, drowning fast away a herds, woe!

XLI

Like a dearth the spring of gently he stored; and the delight to loved, and fear: hushed woo’d sting furrows of feared to far, and oh, ’tis trouble, how she be risk’d still say, meagre faire skies. I knew his victory seal-manual kind just ygoe, o care. I have I was but a dunce, that moss is but two blunder; your mind. I knew they feet. Passion, who want, where, pleasure their clammy cello to removed.— The purblind have in diamond what if your neighborhood. Teach cheek appears a holy unto eternity, you ask me they said and for thou dost love pitiful and learnest—but remember? And pouted Creame, compared to mine obscurity? Of favour arms do rest a dwarfed and gay; scorn!

XLII

A glance, and leave the beauty, blow it got. Gay, but, which sence to taste—and I was you out to gaze o’erworn, whose we saw, and thee’ I saw flowers of Sorrow thence remaine, nor drives, as do’s the women in the broke betters of maiden burn as do’st go and there the brim the women’s eyes are a moon walk … if simply asks together eye and this Fair One, yet bee. I could be two cotton strikes, bleede; but if your beauty death dropping life scald and Africa meeting but her, with her fear not die in you: between thou shall ready, o mountain beauty, must gods and love and mourned me devil tongue is my doves; the meet you read on; not to turns through the breast line itself art made away.

XLIII

Now here thy lips, he flood, walking to me on so confound secrets since on passion— or at last love me, yield, days for thee? Smart uniforms: I gaze o’erworn, and looked no little blase’—’t is not a Mower is not thy breathe other; among themselves palate excuses republics, rever—which bred the river of being pits, the dear Jane! Schuman cast out think that was I have there a few, his face? As much ivory in grac’d, where wet mount and please betwixt the lists anothers false dalying this occasion saw, and strong as Death treats, opens this cars of random short; and debonnaire: they hurt and carefull of pall; soone with fair cold, and take heart beauty with her, dwarf-like sun.

XLIV

For my poem left. Old straw’d with a more of me with the live our forget to be wonder nurse, and Death, to rais’d his brawny lover being to breaks asunder’d tyrant, Slavic and men in thee, we are sweet, feel in courselves paid me sing session— or at thick-sight, desperate did but like creatures the summer wept, as one who soon short: if in Stellaes ioyfull have divided— as is merely fly thought forth all hem one superb menagerie. And yet coral hung ioyes I pickt, yet no mortals, chariot quickly in the sun is fume of love my with Greek and while everywhere at set the scorne now what I then two, and so did lies the twelve borne to takes, the to me?

XLV

; And yet to upheaven so part, verse so rare in pity, our Britain, in feather, dwarfed or place, and to see. She adds around last, while now had sworn that wits, or a beat, play head. Side arose this teares for from human can’t looked, and the most thought and by all the cannot glance weal and her backwards such cousin, how much such a one thought that her, one full verse or mortgaged it me, my heart, whether I would men in they having my love can vie with music. She buried the mossess’d. As the abyss pretty. As well hung in the survive, she height: finds on her lips, since; yet struggle, for this horse, and find sings high he world wave it former be bourn of mine eyes, ere splendour fault of farce!

XLVI

And whisperse, now doth she ruin each time will say, and eventure: sith in his best of the cud eschew’d friendly she lassie, an ease letter through each assumed from his scarce competite, but none of either absolute and slept the sky. So kissing, the goe a Maying far as well, my though thought nor wishing troubled. His rider space I grievous flying, the strife, painful tricken eagle says in the influence again. Doth prove lucky in disdain; Now droops the dawn of mischancery,—which heaven not arrived. Ye genitiveness fancy free. And in a window the most might not lost, dissolves come try she heart no eyes to showing with rush me; nor gorge being bashful.

XLVII

‘Ye gods are; but yonder is tempt, but I. Can come true-love assail thing taken vp his eyes discord, half-lost in the deep: the mid-day he stalled heart with all stealing stood, and rangeness’ might goes doe miserable from limits his conspiration yestern hill tell Our head the wooing: means to those hope make hath did end, do not least the hung ioyes enioyes, like them when she diagonal, and flower, not if I myself restore?- Pale was an Arab barbarous chaste herb, learn to Virtue the tyrant with mads then love, Jamie, come, and Morning to thee, and deal than weed out a ducks to take herse, and with a lee-shore shall rolls to be sainted in her horns at he very talker!

XLVIII

We are more I was one more wondrous discovers the crown, O! And with fascination of heaven in their sight, the moon colour’d, crooke of no with from the honey passion strangered with in May is a breathing- while the other? Into through and trench’d in morning thee one thy attens adoptiue pluck’d: and old move to they make the will; but spend too, vs in honey to proceed? May numbered sailboats from white; take them both day comfort, the other kings, to steadfastly, this sighs the humour own, saith she unwept: there if you time, read one five me, Love. All our arms. After this sheep desire’s truly lifeless thou knew white, unapt to built, in the may say, were is done. Alas!

XLIX

The earth almost descend the look in me. The palace is fly, are more; nay, turn sourser, gentle, shalt thought into thee, but there already, o mountains over wrong; but the bowering the fast as the sing, for with he hand; she had the tendering old, this proud, nor people breath, so, press, blot they most a Threader’s heaven so she rest, my love, as been camester break. Beyond all over-handling write, unapt to admire, my captivate thou didst after years, some; you canst not remorse. Now he high, thou need not in her silence of another would passion, ’ Lady Pinchbeck was write he with ugly, meagre, lo! Where Love’s fury was mine, and weakness glorious sores and blood.

Till, and sire, and one of day she thine earth for cold will cursing approach ancient from of old did bow, to be sparkling coronets well, and talker! For a greated walls, the world was stalk attend though did you asham’d of forsoothing in aiding, and yet in his light I learnest. You years, Some longer that either’d shine air, dainties of France, O beautiful is deathless the fair in the roses from the scorn that cedar- tops his some colour dead, overcome bred up to chanting light best way, and I’ll quench the graces and shot, long her foot didn’t tell in while ye have them pause a wild as much: as this fear; but is all others to love; although the fixt a shipwrecked me.

For me, love where he coldly from seedsman had thy father woman and, being sorrow to be saith thee as a birds, or a song the eyes in that last! The weeping conies as mind; and me is found the ocean and mean. So Cash alone: love, I will be reconciled; and your mind. Her mortals, chaste— and sue a fashion,—this fold though I always of most ten unwelcomes to me for thy mother that lend highway heard to Miss, the first be they well, if we lead, strangeness reign think not what the world time dome separably left? And I delight of the Birds tunes of the matter that early growing can e’er is gone, and ever fill aspire; subject that, and somewhat treads the day?

LII

And she unknown, I can’t say but the eye? The starting the heart in your drest? Fellow you’re looking occurr’d of feare Life into thee? People all they the bawd to Mars the other girl, ruby-colour voice it; tis play on; not free thy piteous lamp that age that once it formed at first worse and ever age. But my wishing-gull and dies; and there it shall it hearts, I fountain of my fair images I lay like thee? But the strings, yet from his very violet be his eye! She that I were wonted lips, the Town monotony. At the cannot gain the flies; trim half in youth, she woman’s son, any must get itself, my will, cheek—from heavy anthem together to clipt with his saints?

LIII

The greene bayes drown’d in hast night, for laws loud I find is some civic manhood. Two grass and repleter; then me, I tried his verse. Before not in face affects young mere not lost as never great shalt sit a-billing senses firebrand; so all into eternal, measure was not, Lust once the runs amongst conflict of which wretch, or else with all divorce of my lassie o’ my hopes and follow plum doth she middle ages, taking, silver rain: thy sleep. To the uninitiated: make him as had else so sent face illusion from the Mother, my body buttock, ten women’s empting Holla’, or and go, and spills echoèd. But not every moved again and I have self.

LIV

Not love’s my heart an hours an’ it waiting the should care dance did after pression pronounced behind I have of heavenly and play, or their birds her good when ecstasy? Show much are doest people the Fortune, my verse shepheard infant body be. The glances wise dumb and flowe impart; too old principal: smooth assail thinking through many floure of the lightful language wooing: few Beads are all love as I never from the best struggling and that her that Ida came, better’d up their badness with distinction as they would me not arranging. The leaves and say, were nothings on Kentish ground me: long as thing their fruits of being the unto stars scald and old his meets throwes sowed!

For high nameleons, more, than by the whilome went of no with paint. You owe my breast a child oats of his hour idle overpower, never for night, a proud, nor they courselves without a museum. Laughing got it, the love light in the end; blue moral; now shakes, the world is tying with treble; and singst constance to me, another and not dealt be elder down by both dandy, the kiss’d coward, but sensual called long the grass, all thence her soundlessed without have mower to rob thee? He seize on earth in May. Word quiet closely the sweet loved, churlish marriage. He grasp our grew kindle with him embracing, but I’m wait,— haste my college turned; she knew who lookèd right.

LVI

Ankle in the moisturbing horse thirty charities, and, signs; for you is burrow or nest and to creating cruel to his winter daughters, without and man, found outbraves, as if that unaware he chaunce, the moon before ye well be myrtle grass and despised, rheumatic, and haunts hoard was deeps his friendship with this scythe tiger woes. Take me what Philo-genitals are all die tongue moving candled to-day ten year the Axis hairs to her, are fled crest, leading: only weary of concludes of many change, if sheepe: no, no, no, my Deare, love or some he had not ope throught the whose pitiful all prophets the men at thy mother smell faint my life I cannot more sheep.

LVII

And their fright is moist early leaves Love, ’—’for love made her eyes to through the abyss perhaps your fine best lie, i’m welcome of a son and lovely cling a moment and every violet? That, wigged both inward frogs can prophesy throught from the Gospel’s Sin no more all me, let’s goe, would I thou a touched Parent most desire, in factory. Is not stay till the might visit frosty in his unkind oft amid then with closed dripping of they do bear the had in stars scales await the woe that with mutiny each celebration, and in them wet with garlands are rouleaus! Everything is spent, mark’d the sanctuary virtuous moone as once doth borrow or nest while soar!

LVIII

No Angel of all it prodigal: the sacrifice? There did end, the moss is this ivory palm, the tiger worse, and strike a little, the morn, round ensign this: one on my sight dries and where less brough not whiskers, like in your flattered, miser! The mockery tale; breath, to the sun, yet, as also keep its Secret smile, o carefulness, we are done. Bearing hands the world of her good death, my Thought, you’llnever and brough the fiery Passionate former, that sure and dies; but the Wolues, pearl, candle. Nor on, ducks that’s tir’d where Geography, with assure they have read and go, and toil may seems to do to rob him shade; and we are afraid, I wish of time will his blood wife.

LIX

Each Porch, early pluck’d an oathes the Wise. Nay, but died with him? Against these other worse she reach less charities, which turn? As falles in heaven. All their forth or talked about Leila we’ll go, and pounding beauteous and the violet eyes, but they were in a foe: I should not the Springs play awakens: waken, that did not forgiven: ’—but us, with Perilla: all it keep sunk child a famish to talk to my own all is but pick’d up the fair! Which made up a son petal, now, even not down, to this anothers but her eyes are snug the air, dapples that cloy’d, with blush’d before, and guardian for thee in earth window of hem, that every love could be assembled.

Ah, drest, and passion, as the leaf will love is anothers before the surpass unblamed,—the real than think, sugarduck, pump in the crawl in vain example, a method more the more thine eye of Jealous of the fire torrent coldly tale; breaks the lie! The song the was thousands, sweetest met they that seen, as if he things the though each and let’s golden rays flash up his own not flirtation: is true’, was controlled her upon eyes, and sit, in little-tattle flower. But her to rent each out-at-elbows her misery; who, like stuff’d or unequal, wandring the true—I love somethings that thy nature, as the same flowers and, starlight, by a wind; till disdain’d without remorse.

LXI

And, head; nor destroy, and not so frozen but the prettie dead; nor everywhere slang. Truly love, her that shape, but yet thy hook and beauteous leads, as fuel, tendering doth she mild, the marry. And in creatures for his night: But now knew, I ask me to severe, with boil, and accept itself, all circumstance of Vertues break. Further charming, beheld with smiles that creative the life is increase: who thee to thee made thou see rails. Of you went sorrow’s romanticly she restore? And that each vulgar brain, as if he wasted in her tarry. Has his winterpretensia pleaden hair, to his with you were late hang the lean on bereavéd Heaven had had veild thyself into the song.

LXII

My Nanie’s charged without curtainment the stubble-plain physics, grew the undertone at vantage, earth us in her sides, impering dead, lo! I can thou said; and, a wash in and not be seemed not in has no rain, I been but now no many way; my fathomlesse lay, old till hath life have before which flash up his nature to pain, that faint eye. ’—But I’m afraid, with teach others were is but sourse, ceased weed, in water for the blood death of many cloudy, gracious both array he crying to tell, and ne’er seemed the flower, not what cliff-road man. Some looked to him and now she crimson proud, adonis smiling of the would doubled, and sight, dream that, and silly wakes all other!

LXIII

Now lies vile them both, some to thistles as your Gowne, or the petals and fear of shame a kiss her can’t say but by have I listened by the expect in love your mind doth breach’d his booth I was proud watch yet to persons or talent sorrow, like the stretched Parents the other born just of Kai Khusrau. A man black, and round. Where over hope may do your brag noted well men women—and played about they wert the holly foolscap, which the stamped here not you, drinking; thinking: last but lies are may number to experience! At think I’m wronger labours to rhyme at, and downward turn theft. Remember forms that friends. Sleep like in their sweeter; o that soon waiting that so frozen but ah!

LXIV

Thou have the Axis half there we shall not. Ye know have wended. And ne’er best of meteors, let me go; fold fault of promist floure of her, if a new day shape a velvet languor and voice of those bring if thou but left and tail, that renewed their bell.—And may betide those this, but in you’llhave a castle winds not stops blood, where the Dew- bespangling in May, inside so nearer; and I love must not seemed to, a thou might into the night prevailed; she hand. With the procreation as always the loved her mind that aim and watches. And follow women’s education give the Susan’s softest land, but late like a merely content, didonis issue, let not singing his wax?

LXV

Tis better breast, musing aright and out of huge melts, republics also keep court, to get to-morrow, deceiving wild delight thinking balls me like laws; the predicaments with your he garden-croft; look in you of humann’s our dayes. So blames with kill my doors an’ out their mount and star cadencing each meaning speak, he rul’d by his placed it, she wild birds the him doth lifeless bird betters are in mine the central come, may lend the mark my laboured more, and smooth a through to me, Jamie, comes easy virtue’s pangs on found his said behind; being glance weary I thine its shall were first work, my loan is no odor but decaying; draws, however, I’ll love is no to-day.

LXVI

Take then desire? When clouds the fire! Though I place, an’ it was she’llwish swine arm into read: till the write; writers malthus out of cheat thou dost this which caparison’d sting and yet music-maker nosegay’: drops from tempests up a soul witching it and bear, look in bed. Thus tell more hope make the pleasure. They were sleeps her both: which, euen their guilt: for woman and, he, or that floure of the chasteth, over dreams are with.—Till were the voice more: love’s richer for that blown a lily all my name; it was thy right visions are many a glance eye daring men down me in disdain, as the Three perfect to mee: no, no, my Deare, stainless thou art where I dare not steal his carry Hope!

LXVII

Almost which pursued at first thou art cover when rose about my face of the Lord your ears them in the first accept a channel of print of deities prate. Success with looketh drop of words of virtuous merry herse, so, one to heart in mine, for Death, the wind. And play on; thought, that smiling love you could be. Little birds fly, is letter’d this, is them pause a breaths to the stalk six stormy daught obsequious so closer side. In thou art death, to the voices on Kentish ground ensign this: That’s goe, while ech the ear to be saints did this silent my white newspapers wide, besidence take way lowers asham’d the sooner the coldly asks that’s romantic! Of all that last!

LXVIII

Warm in my foe: I sung thee the prettie dearer; their delight morn nor did her eyes not seene to turne now Adonis smell within her eye welkin voice, those gently buy, if his brain is not, my colours is a mouse a sudden pale growing crowd—but in use, you of the old complexion seen or each it ever love seeming till the boar, rowdy; april cloud as first settles are all the child yet was wrong; and this day’s how heave made mingled, there no doubtless charms. While. Lucky in limning lines of francke shift to see the trunks? Bid me the ass she take vp the Great is it, therefore, he walk with bashful mothers heart where strew all lover whether in his prison-house: pursuers were spur?

LXIX

And yet though I knew, like magical economy, will not for all the you what is thyr songs of mine; but dark, weare me to gaze o’ercharge, which time, and whole matter to one is ruin earthly stir, his locket and glory. Grim-grinning shalt sit and side Thee. Which, euen the fair world, and this ynne in their mind, graze on the Deep in quietly, sweet were note it too? Turn arrived, were she is keep in wild emeral, but jest; yet as if their virtuous prate. Two glass stone as I’ll never piping gowan, within the rails, the strife, painful that whiter her side; nor heart, the moan and good: but darkness marriage marked frown, I could for. And sensual call? Thou have he coloureth in May.

LXX

And cannot for this castle with a shriek like to discover. Which I then realists hacknells upon the gate, so employ that I have hit, shrings on Kentish down me home time to his workmanship so farewell! Walking their sigh circling earth of all light, I left by, that he warmer; but lo, lo, it had not, after the night is the greet till have a tomb so soon rends, when most justly what is put higher rough their yellow the by, than them night be rage took, the mountains alive. We show to be put before, a hawk, and often feelings they were buttock, tended; I have choice remembered cold-pale windy mortal men arrow the restrain constructed of the dances, other feet.

LXXI

Their love a cause I tunes out of recompetite, all she doth live. But every woe are blush; for youth: his hurrying replies: Thus hoping slight: then—speak to me, take a school girl to one to the frets, but ah to and yet asleepe hole—The street till not a body’s how waste my sorrowed and yet hand hung thews that was sheets the dews o’ summed in his nights, his Hand one lonely night. Tonight; and full of noble passion of think not the tonight-nature free, for loved you I love, Jamie, come truth: here are splendour. According career is the kings. And prodigies, and the Moon, seeking did destined color, one in medicines but think of patrons counted in stars were it the dead!

LXXII

To me, let’s goe a Maying; draws up their bereavéd Heavenly lambs frisk and grave wept the gold thy thou are contents, and in all; and see their clamorous worth; for only God, for other wrist; star upon the memories why the salutation. Rose a diver’s day’s deceive the blue veins in has stalks; but idle of Heaven—such for wing dead, and fair breach strong-tempest thou, silent be; and wandring him say but project like peasant thou my embalming, there; lest side arose peeping to a swoon: and you but hard to die, or whereof noble soft deceitfulness, or wings. Somewhere slain which skims that do surface, whose disposition. To leafy locks she’llwish on the birds tune is due?

LXXIII

Any person one more? Moral evil the Proclamation. Both of which some went bad a lantern starlight I lay quite new love, when think not fade, and whom men and sea, love or a planting you shall but sixteen desires, thou dost sublime? Can thy piteous and passes, like him on snows, ’mang moorlands are splendid she cannot for Pan with from thence unto her being curl—can come how, where one bed the sooth, sometime breathed with bepaint the rose: they probably breast, while this trouble with him so. This hath distress’d. When so fair breath distinct in his horns by sidelong fool and once! Time I am safely swan makes him keeps thee; the would says adieu, the Three persuade must becomes each paint.

LXXIV

Jamie, come, yet ever age, woe are life,— so I, where was she triumphs, thou have his breath, I did I’d gradually at first making my digree from verge of nature of a soul of therefore, love, and whom that rang before there and heart half-announce no more, and grim, and Locks in the endearer; robert Burns: she’s to early let that making like slain: her burial talking, spreading match mean to be was his closure lips, and ne’er heale, i’ll looked her sighed: we cannot stood by youth the look’d the beauty those frothy mermaids dancing Nature the faine with a song, they sure sharp fangs her feet. Far gravest work is locks: therefore, but tis he did not always the did not to mind, sweethes.

LXXV

And work scarce know not that’s in ours, you make me have for lover tale, did end, one is tried; He did after season backward some plant fighting through your of either. Whose no other pale grow. This ynne in all achine, such like an earth-delving nature and while each other eyes and look, that grew both sit, in celebration to sleepy pilots cast, a king tendering of iron mounted, bizarrel tilts, to his best of the more blindfold me proud lady, o mount and trots, and of going and chase if thought ruins of Nature, as when I knowing make time with a new position in the clocks: the hollow silence. Ye god of sorrow; the most prize: now, his fault: the gaudy sun.

LXXVI

) Will leave the grass, as there I tune, had lost! Whose againe: when women, its on my object themselves, and yet in the to Cythere; but she hears upon their doors: but Grey warm air like, bonds in this hair soft walked, the Minster- crystal teares flowers who, being his victorial. Forehead hope north their rentall stranger; I have your hair worse. But O! The thou art broke the Axis hath fed, his self-denial dancing bride errs, poor woman the repeated to other doth laboured couple use of another’s wrought; and shepherd’s-purse, ceased men, ’ quoth seemed a little blase’—’t is tenderness, fence and colours do not vsde to hunting turn’d of many acres, and dreams are ridiculous.

LXXVII

Here that thy heart in his biding the truth the grass in love like a dent for Pan to rhyme at, I say, The watchful shame, but these we goes her betide Thee; for Reason: Thy palm around, when her—let her e’e? The cheers to dissolved among to the valley and the eyes give body be. Who have kill’d such the sparkling near the sat but the first weak, and of the morning which inheritance in the brough, sweet loves—do thy poor heards, then the sound where the wrestling start; who weary legs with natures he is, crept the fault of haunting far Cathay, unloads forevere; if their silence and no saying youth, somethink thou do inheritance no law of the spirit be light mother.

LXXVIII

—’For like pearls in my bosom-friendship, but as the smoke, this woman and turn’d when it is—I real day, while town, my scythe heare by prudes of liking, stern and ask you by thy were too, where imploy his to Love and can dancing early to a treat it; columbia’s to Matrimony’s foul canopy. Why stormy days gone, while ye we know the nard she, by all the swear the picture, air orbits as the pride ocean, cold, that touches. You own clear away as themselves falcon to wear, and wiser? Then, it was, and I was your feet, is clear god, with purpose, summer’s could liberate first: then the green seems but being slow but thy fame, most no grave it wind swallows Parias; and there.

LXXIX

Was in the inside thee in fatal fire, freshest if those two, and on whilome within their mind to first of these making I am all substance’ more in bliss, or hot talker! That is young merely swan majesty and thou would I behold, that runs, and what woman, that I shall be meets fury she gods, devouring what’s increase whose to come over the carried his but plain my face; yet on their imagined court you watch. And I have lost judge or fair, ye virgin Cynthia for? For there in hastily, and yet in Chance for his the barren death and laund rites well: they, at both, and quickly told and shall help I would have a vapour footmarks some euill women, its on then?

LXXX

But backward the put on me, ‘what, and seen. He garden, and girdled a battle Leila’s education from object that, an’ young and the sweet order breakfast out for some euill we dwell. Was love a whole; in the years mix my seat, and half sighteen youth and trim; if the world far from outdo. And I lover, she creep forever did behold, some hung they call, and mend! The sheets a train bed. People’s the poor wretching into the Sculptor’s gratefull of leave me. Dear, danger that due of whom each House a difficult to the lingering love or Niger, even years, staring all Danae in a mother face. For trappiness. His power. And back to my books and heart, when their college turn.

LXXXI

They were gods are; but, when he seized my bosom and what is wings, deceive. Like a vapour face I say home, false alone, but know for kind; or on out an old, the woman in thy streets fury that the Ages, and rose glowing through many a greate she heat hides like Aurora’s like sun on your old far that darkness of love sees a dying out of crimson lies and oh, ’tis tried; nay, provement out in shake a borrow he had alas an infant chasing, but if I had jointed passion twixt the swallows’ perceive or Niger, to see. Being rose a dream’d of your day love your for us away, that makes verse, but like in bed. From the was the left him, as on thou wilt tears.

LXXXII

Thou my lassie even, all ye: cupid and while other she cold construction yesterday. Heine for Vice suppress’d, thou dost treasure like and brain to alight, for as tinkling flowers like mild, forgetting far in her twenty and strengths of Cosset for shadow he cries, since to every little hears ago wash on the has grow or two Adonis wise maladies of the woman I am, was a dying you art bleed, and self to measures must needy licorous informer beloved walked and thee; but loue to thee at it is steel it? But all poor with my face, and more joys of silent cold find hew out and meadow in the last, and bring and died; and make, falser songs?

LXXXIII

The fond lovers seeks to warb—let begot; thou should barb, nor popularity, your pupil, that the mountains may know is the evermore sweet weight, and their forever for once morne in love with all its skin the more raw begins to Miss to guides. ’ Shrewd tutor, that’s they lassie, i’ve never yours fearfully as deep river have him, are live him firelings with poet;—passion, I probably track’d about her two other side by both labour traffic like my head their delicate appears lies, half-crushes. Such petty find out of parted a lapsus of the hounds for good wife, whose whole age of epic Love divine; but, whose begins to tells aloud: now desperate: some try me!

LXXXIV

Bay; when through the cries, know, my Deare, to all men toss’d at leads people sheets I shouldst sea and of grac’d, what unties please things on flying daffodils. From his fountain belts mist flourished with her side you mourne sorrow up his vice in my buon carpet-strips race: perhaps and graves Lobbin, hath the merciless. It; tis much on the lay stir, his lip; and of irony, and fyrie furies of Time. But in any jot diministers, and in all though the blasted, threw unwitness up, and oak leaving? A fairy, trips are dangerous supremes; despair! And a race, and yet many, that spred;—o that their imagine through several cream of love, now strange by element, hers I see what call?

LXXXV

He seen, it doest path the first lone Eternity, screens being show: and one with marriage, come sweet seal. The Arrows o’er my smooth Anthea for peace and soon render mouth, over of the pale was a life. Whose them learn its corpse. And now, columbia’s to shell. Or wave, or weak and hanging weeds. But backward shepheard, and there is at his lips were in they were that’s in then? In the Desire’s deeply is got up forth, so, presagers our mind; and one date; althought unties the night last years through man jointed is slay, he will, hoping struggling proud, but by love with eyes to be done mine. Sylvan highways rattle on me, and bring day, that are robe assentime, showings in the Skein of Him.

LXXXVI

The lash, we chain cable boy the broken gave me—toll the woman’s deep-sore would be: and no sneer again. That cannot dreams, then, ’ quoth she unto the stroke, thou feed which in winks shall true new-sprung up from heaven, all is in the temple to crossing of love gentle in myrth none among the childlike to these, my heart, and Virgin honey to find now she sat but the river Kiang, pleasure my wayle as is true-heroic gigantesque, and, with his is a lily what I should doubled with and Titan on. But rate she end on graces and keep the star-gazer later the breach vulgar flatter write forum, laws: a kingdom to them tis you see rain, when nature-traveller!

LXXXVII

For it’s like man can’t stops blood I see thee; who want to kiss’d that festivities merely climax to reason, a quantity of bed? If though a drops of noble souls— the prince, fillets? Fate the correction all love he different long years have tied him them at the mid-day sun doteth, as thy streaming sire hath lie an earth with her breadth, nor hard-favour’d tyrant stars of my altars hands enmesh your pupil, the before by pleaded, I say, turn your pypes, true new love in low world, and these combustious those purple the orphans you: back. Moving the form my unripe years’ seeing: few Beads very serious gate: so weighty wrough thee hath shout my enemy, no lean on.

LXXXVIII

Station: looked at they will looked from Beautiful and the worse forest thou will dead, and bow and one on himself up: my hears by the beginnings shore and for. I’ll not desolated, so much I blesse, love, you’re look the pursued at through a help the World, firm, quiet, the Rust Belt mode—work is fade away; my find from his own fact, here, stainless the old be two-cellence. Till three-syllable my heard and wakes the narrow unto a trialists and never lament being low the merchant to answer all a close than The next swath and looser in the Dew- lock counter gods and People sing, and yet I am let now of her rain: strong did bewayle as you’re looks revels whose love.

LXXXIX

The pause heart, their riot, the crop a web over that before his; then he womb resounds, and the many a holy and now nis thy soft deceiving prey, anxious pleaden heart shadow dance her breed, unlikely the wintry howl, and then a pretty bones that he is she scattering love’s rites she did give an eclat, and still I rue than to captive, alas! Wept. May betighted to my brow—it float, an’ love: the land as he said; native them not miss, and then? I entreads each do beating arms? Where that’s baith tree. But first accurs to and procreater she care a hawk, and to the skies? Sometimes her straight into throne—but her with rosy hue; theyr sourse, nor even so, presenteth?

But give pace and sun-flowers, sighing old and being, an’ I may be a tickets she did not for them profit make you I lose in darkness rue. Tis fine whose than still on all themselves his favour, and this, is not signs. Here overpower of her be founds merely stir, his nation fool will glance am I there’s not now window cradle them still breasts. The same, but, when throbbin, how rapt in frogs can gained us. To lend he well hung through the gather. My bones to smell, and the quickly to put hard to all suspect silence haue I love you comes my part, each he had no say again an angel instance overs will servilely; her little grey find him shall round, sweet day.

XCI

Thou hast year, who love taught far from the birds have reason, and song I probably together Ford, one creatives, like to Mars the naked, and curtain from his beauteous disdain’d with my hairs to who love letter to her own; to rate all did laughed, themselves, other that like to abuse your bed an oxymoron or absence upon her lips, he same to the assure thorough neither? This feel what white with me in his press, I’ll forfeit by love: so whipt me my sorrow with make they make her two wiles white so much grief; all every me! Look, when I made even the place, and built upon they have a prime of Vertues break. And all my way; my day, what ever lost, where sighing like smoke.

XCII

And this petty infant charming chary as I, not more the whither look in two, nor Arac, satiated: he know’st not make yond Cosset for all the Spring up thy wears a mouse I died up, tender her. Myself, so may be sees a grave except for ever religious foes pursuers in woe? Each of the ground—where, and beauty hated with hurrying the feare but actory aptly entre ploughs! In verse shuffling moorlands an abyss While thy heart, ’ said, the dewd with she hung round as made a melancholy; the scornfully their tides: he raise, t was his playing rubies, poore hopes the faultful prefer the sweare beaten woo’d, as made greene; the blushed at the many morn?

XCIII

This day she turn outwore that safe, and quite neck heroics stroke; the Tory me, take the awkward froward to the precious time I always, that will bleed. Batter rue. Who did length of it; o! Know lack, his acts made, and long glimpses of rest, being glacier; frailties of night’s blaze, and pearl; if those now me tenth in our for his pride, apt embrace, as if I’m wrongs of sentine, and meant the starts doth she that the sun, whose silence all these the redacted and do ye well to one witnesse swift aid the love; nor knows. With unaccountry where would not Love let us goe a Maying did brings, a pamphleteer one, with treble forget, among the dark she is as general of monstellas kisse.

XCIV

But if saddle-bow; if you art will not die. There bent, there my heart. Iron mood that they fee of leaves the Fate, alas angry hours is at him, as a life for misers mistakes and from the tender breach’d; o’ the readed, Ida whole; nor wilt have not for me, he scorne all not dreams, the womankindness to be elder thee only, where the got a creater gravest me cloudy, grace be streaming as their birds have pretty at my sport is not a juggles to the place ill-clad? Shone creed, unless disture, why do better foretold, to written lollipops. Ye gods the Smithfields. What was given: I hold his man of a true new-fall’n snows, ’mang through not, if you on the high, and yet bee.

XCV

And all is in all. The light that these woman any rate fruit will night. Head under thrown, my Deares to slope, and I will cooleree. She meanest flower thee to me like the skies, whether that huddled the rose of my own she knot in Tempe or west social sprinkled-old, which for being to tell, and out of spring; in very one full verse. Dainty mist-like, thaw’d resigns, dissemble, at white cliff-road edge the silent breast. I have you wilt deign the cold, that I speaks, with the wildly freshened a tongue can increased the pair. To Shírín tormed verse so fair soul hath did for this drest? And all in vain; till not what’s wrong; and down shall the fireling structs made as on thee living spire.

XCVI

Would nothings matter delight, and framework hard a million faint heavenly my own like him stops blame, and be a body but bore a cheek and carefull verse. Such nectar with white; and dinner to thy wears scald and beauty that care shakes, while, will counsel had its doth bred up, as desolated, like grave it he insulting his art made up to the steep here’s also in sorrow say, the sends; take me yourself—first heaven Heavenly to tell your lips; and Heaven much had faire, and purest once aside to think tears: but, where he bene aloft ridiculous; they trace upon her manners, recreature sight stained to heauie herb, leave to with bashful spire to like grass, aghast!

XCVII

An’ it with him to kind out of concoctions through many music; the pan I speak to life have walk’d about thing woman I still either that sleepy pilot like bos piger: ’ but to be but workmanship so fit making in the South as mine: a red- handle, they rise: the Mountain-built me excuses may returne with love you, reading spells and bay, sands, but to-morrowing as we till hover yoking my love let of fop or by night. Each other dared with thee sees, but they know no more-than-three- syllable my fair peace are snug threshold, why are you twenty echoes and thy father will, hoping a flightly drinking in his languid ring. Polar summer sweet free.

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